(A/N: Welcome back~ Well, welcome back if you chose to read this one after reading the totally awesome first story "Alone and Dying". You guys were just, such great people that I couldn't leave you like that. I had to do something you guys would love so now justice will be done for America! FOR AMERICA! Okay I better not give too much away~ Reviews anyone? Keep chillin' mah peeps~)
Just be friends
All we gotta do
Just be friends
It's time to say goodbye
Just be friends
All we gotta do
Just be friends
Just be friends...
"It smells….. sweet…"
America cracked his eyes open to find himself in his bedroom, morning light pouring in on him, waking him from such a peaceful sleep. It felt unusually cold in there. He threw the blanket to the floor and looked around. Canada wasn't there. He felt himself starting to panic as he stood up and wobbled a little before racing downstairs.
When he got down there though, he smiled at the surprise waiting for him. The allies, all except for France, were there, waiting for him to get up while Canada was making pancakes for breakfast.
"Zǎo ān, Mei Guo." (Good morning, America)
China was the first to greet him as he went and sat down, receiving a "dobroye utro" (good morning) from Russia, and a plain "good morning" from Canada and England. Then there was a knock at the door.
"It's open!"
America called and the door slowly opened to reveal an Italian, a German, and a Japanese.
"Ciao Americano!"
Italy flopped down in the seat next to him at the table.
"How are-a you~?"
America giggled a little. Italy was just way too bouncy for normal.
"I'm fine li'l dude."
Germany simply nodded a good morning to America and Japan thought he'd test America's Japanese first thing in the morning.
"Amerika kon'nichiwa. Utsukushī Chō, hai?" (Hello America. Beautiful morning, yes?)
"H-Hai, hijō ni. Sore w-wa watashi o shiawaseni s-suru." (Yes, very much. It makes me happy.)
"Anata wa sakuya yoku nemuremashita ka?" (Did you sleep well last night?)
America was officially stumped.
"… I don't know…"
Japan let out a little bit of a laugh but then went back to just smiling.
"I made pancakes!"
Canada got everyone's attention with the pancakes. There were a lot of them, but then again, there were a lot of people in the house for breakfast.
Breakfast was about an hour long; Everyone talked about random things while Italy did things that made people laugh, so hard that Russia accidentally wet himself and had to go change into some of America's clothes. Russia was clearly embarrassed since he never did anything like that before. It was quite hilarious.
America stood up and looked around at the table.
"You know what guys, this is nice. Just having breakfast was fun."
Everyone was leaving now; America was clearing the table and Canada was pulling on his coat since America was wearing his favorite jacket.
"Hey I'm going to the store to pick up some pocky, want me to get you some too?"
He smiled back at Canada.
"Yeah please."
Canada smiled and opened the door to leave.
"I'll be back in a half hour; I also need to pick up some more milk and syrup."
America giggled as he heard the door close; Milk because everyone drank it all at breakfast, and syrup because people pour it on their pancakes until there's no more pancake.
The door opened again.
"Oh by the way bro, the mail's here."
Canada set the mail down and left once more.
There was a package, a big manila envelope to be precise. He walked over to it and picked it up, observing it from all angles. There was no return address.
"Hmm…"
He opened it slowly. It was an American flag with a note stuck to it.
She's out to get me –France
He looked at it weird; Who out to get him? Whoever it was, he didn't care. After all France did try to kill him, didn't he? Or was that someone else….. He couldn't be sure. He set it aside and thought about it while he picked up the rest of the dishes. If it wasn't him, then who could've done it? He shook his head. It was obviously France. Or was it?
(So how's this for a first chapter? It's not the best but it's a start.)