My house had become a vacation home to some nations. It started with Russia(who was here BEFORE the others) and I didn't mind that. He was, after all, my boyfriend. Then Poland came, mumbling about something in Polish. Again, I understood, since it was right after the plane crash. Then Prussia came, then Canada, then England. France was here for a while too, but Russia kicked him out.
So even with Alfred in the hospital, the house was pretty packed. But this story isn't a rant about annoying country's, no. It's about something much more troublesome.
"Stay away from the stove, England!" I shouted at the nation lurking in my kitchen. It was enough that he hexed my mini fridge to disappear, I did NOT need a fire.
"What's wrong?" Aslyn asked. "England is, once again, trying to cook." I replied.
We went into my bedroom and talked for a while longer... till a loud boom came from the other room. "What was that?" Asyln said. I quickly ran into the living room/kitchen area in which we just came from.
Let's just say I did NOT like what I saw.
"ENGLAND!!!" I yelled as I looked at the rubble that was once my roof. My mini fridge(which decided to be there) was knocked over and scorched. After yelling for a little while longer at the nation who had no right to be here in the first place, he came out.
"What the hell happened here!?!?" I practically screeched. Asyln was trying to keep from tearing up. Our stash of awesome-sauce, rainbow cookies, and monsters were in there, and now it was gone.
"I-I was just trying to make some Jello and I-I figured some magic would help speed it up." England replied, desperately looking for something that would deflect either me or the angry Russian that would come out if I kept screaming.
Just then, Poland walks out with a dress half on and asks, "Can someone help me? I-I ummm...can't seem to get it on right! God damn sizes!" Aslyn immediately volunteers in thought of me getting more angry. And I giggle as Aslyn walks away grumbling about the mini fridge.
"OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG VIKI! LOOK AT POLAND HE IS SUPER BEAUTIFUL!" Aslyn is yelling at the top of her lungs an skipping. Poland did look very pretty though. I start to yell at England some more about his failed attempt to cook and is interrupt by Aslyn exclaiming she found her purple skirt. That gave England a chance to escape my wrath.
After hunting for England and some threats with the magical stick, we managed to work something out.
"You buy us a new fridge and replace everything that was in there. You also clean this mess up" I gestures to the rubble on the floor "And find a way to fix my ceiling." England sighed, but had no choice but to agree(Russia was backing me up on this... literally).
"Oh, and one more thing." Aslyn added. I pulled out a frilly pink maid outfit and smiled evilly. "You must wear this."
England looked horrified, but he knew there was no other way out of this that didn't involve pain. He slowly went to get changed, muttering curses under his breath.
Sealand laughed as his older brother swept the floor. Hungary, hearing that a guy was in a dress, was taking pictures. Much to England's dismay.
Aslyn, Russia and I were in the living room which was just a half wall away watching TV. I was leaning on Russia's shoulder, playing with the end of his scarf. Russia, in turn, had one arm wrapped around me, the other hand on the magical stick of violence. Aslyn sat on the other couch flipping through channels.
"C-can I take this off now?" England asked, eying the pipe. "Keep cleaning, Iggy, keep cleaning." I said. Aslyn stifled a giggle as Russia gave England one of his 'smiles' and Iggy jumped ten feet in the air. A perfect end to a horrible day.