The Perks of Being Invisible
You know, being invisible isn't all that bad.
I slowly start walking to the conference, not really rushing like I usually do. What's the point? If I get there early, Russia sits on me, that unholy, maple-deprived bastard. If I get there late, I run in, tell them how sorry I am for arriving late, and then they have the audacity to ask,
"Who are you, again?"
I'm fucking Canada, eh! But no, after they ask who I am, I magically become see-through again and no one sees me, anymore. I really got to learn how I do that. Maybe, there's an 'off' and 'on' button somewhere?
Anyways, I think I'll ditch this meeting for today; it's not like we do anything productive, anymore.
I sigh, and I slowly, once again, start walking in the opposite direction of the idiots. Oh! Excuse me, I mean nations. Though, they are forgetful at times; a misplaced pen here, some unfinished paperwork over there, the SECOND LARGEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD.
No, the nations are not even equivalent to an idiot, what-so-ever.
I soon come to realize, after my personal rant, that some people on the street are staring at me.
Why are they staring at me?
Shit.
I said that all aloud, didn't I?
Fuck.
The best thing to do right now is to use my powers of invisibility!
Damn, I forgot I still couldn't find that 'on' button.
Second best thing to do in this type of situation?
Run, and get the heck out of there!
Soon, after my unscheduled, mid-day jog, I find myself at a café…
across from the conference building…
and it's almost time for lunch-break.
Did I happen to mention that I do get the strangest forms of bad luck?
I didn't think so.
Now, what do I do for this type of situation?
Go and eat at the café with a cliché newspaper cover.
That seems reasonable!
After all, I am hungry.
I stride over to the café, grave my gaudy newspaper cover, and intend to wait out this lunch break over a plate of pancakes.
That was the plan until America and South Italy entered the café.
Fuck my life, hard.
I peer, ever-so-casually, over my newspaper, and I see that they are seated right in front of me, merde(shit)!
I reel my head back, successfully hiding from the two nations that are siting right in front of me.
Thank goodness that they have not figured-out that I am here!
Yay for invisibility!
Wait a minute, why is America sitting with Romano?
Does he have some sort of death-wish?
I, oh-so-carefully, once again, peer over my newspaper to get a better look on what they are doing.
I gasp!
A manly gasp, I might add.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
Was this some type of joke?
No, I really think this is legit.
A grin forcibly crawls its way upon my face.
Oh, sometimes there were perks to being invisible;
And it's called payback, in the form of a beautiful thing called
Blackmail!
Hey it's kenpachi-sama! I hope you liked it, because I wrote this at 2 in morning and in twenty minutes, I might add! Why am I doing this? Well…I am being deprived of the internet for three days starting at 8 o'clock in the morning and all because of a catholic retreat I have to go to(not trying to offend anyone), and I don't want to go! No internet… -sad face-
Please review….it will make me feel better when I come back on Sunday, from a place that judges me.
I really don't like being judged by things I like, do you?
Review if you want me to write more? Love kenpachi-sama
