Okay!!! Sorry I was so lazy in writing this chapter, but at least it's up now! ^.^ Sorry the first chapter was so short, and I hope you enjoy this one.
Kanna's POV:
After the door had closed and I could no longer see Alfred, I survyed the apartment that Liza and I would have to share. It had 2 bedrooms, a little family room and a bathroom. As rooms in boarding schools go, it was okay. I took a quick peak in Liza's room and saw that it was blue and had brown furniture. A desk, a bookcase, and a stereo sat against one wall and opposite that was a bed. It's hardwood floors were littered with clothes, and oddly, a frying pan sat in a corner. The walls were covered with posters of people playing soccer and something that looked like water polo.I turned away from the tomboyish room and saw that Liza was carrying the bags that I had struggled with to my room with no effort at all. Was everyone here super strong? I imagened what gym class might be like and then closed my eyes. Didn't want to give myself nightmares.
I followed Liza in the doorway and saw that my room was the mirror image of hers, without the stereo. Even the furniture was the same, only she had a desk, I had a bed and vise versa. "Pretty nice," I said, then I knelt on the floor and started to unpack the suitcase and duffel bag that I had brought. Liza stayed in the room next to me and helped. The silence stretched on until something that had been bothering me popped into my head. "Hey Liza?" "Yeah?" "Alfred said something about me being a country. Do you know what that means?"I tentatively asked, and I felt her freeze. "Did he now…" she practically whispered to herself, and I had to strain to catch her words. "Well, yeah." Then Liza unfroze and let the clothes of mine that she was holding fall to the floor. "I just remembered something that I have to do!!!"She gasped and ran out of the room. I heard the front door open and her pausing to yell " Kanna, I'll be back in an hour!!" before I was alone. With a sigh, I put my clothes away and picked the ones she had dropped off of the floor. 'I wonder where she is…' I thought quietly to myself and then decided that I would find out when she got back.
Hungary's POV:
Pausing only to grab my frying pan who I have lovingly named Fajdalome, I headed to America's room. The boys and girls dorms were on separate sides of the building, but that was fine. When I got to his room, I found people waiting in front of it. He must have called a meeting of the world. "Out of the way" I yelled, and everyone scattered, leaving Alfred exposed. "Wait Hungary! She didn't find out about it." He tried to reason with me, but it was no use. "Te idota!" I screamed, to angry to use English. "Majdnem elscuntake a titkote!" Then I brought my pan down and he heard no more Hungarian.
Yes, Hungary does have posters of Water polo in her room. It and soccer are the national sports of Hungary, just FYI.
The fun translation section yay!:
Fajdalome: Pain.
Te idota: You idiot.
Majdnem elscuntake a titkote: You almost blew the secret!
