When Hawaii awoke the next morning, Guatemala and Jamaica were both still asleep. Hawaii frowned, looking out the window and squinting at the sunlight. "Damn you, sunlight." She muttered groggily. She reached over the bed and clicked off her lava lamp, flopping back on the pillow. She flipped her feet off the edge of the bed, trudging to her closet. What would he notice me in…? She thought. She silently got dressed in a blue strapless sundress, adjusting her much preferred red hibiscus flower behind her right ear. She quietly slipped out of the bedroom, not stopping even when she heard Guatemala wake up.
She walked down the hall, arms crossed over her chest. She slowly approached America's dorm room (which he currently shared with England) and knocked twice. Within seconds, the door flung open and a certain spectacled American stood with a broad grin on his face.
"Hey, 'Waii! What'chya doin' here?" He said loudly.
"I need to ask you a favor, America…" Hawaii said in a hushed tone. She walked inside his dorm, placing her hands on her hips. "I need YOU to ask Guatemala out again." America looked dazed for a moment, but then laughed under his breath.
"She doesn't like me."
"So?! Do it! She might give in to peer pressure!" Hawaii said with a determined grin.
"You're awful." A soft voice with an accent so familiar floated through the air, causing Hawaii to make a peace sign with her fingers and grin.
"I know." She kissed her fingers, holding them out to England, who in turn just rolled his eyes. "So, ask her out today?"
"Sure, sure. I will. After all, she is a hottie." America replied, waving his hand dismissively. Hawaii smirked, making her way out of them room and to the dining hall. She skipped along into the doorway, giggling to herself when she saw her new Guatemalan roommate standing there as well.
She waved slightly, trotting up to her. "Aloha, Guatemala." She said with a smile, the same one that she was determined to always keep on her face. Guatemala replied under her breath, yawning and forcing a smile. "So, I was thinking. After breakfast, I was thinking we should totally take a walk around the garden. I haven't taken you there yet, have I? Dude, it's so pretty!" Hawaii ranted, thinking to herself again if she had overdone it.
"I don't' see why not." Guatemala responded, shrugging her shoulders. Hawaii's eyes drifted to the end of the buffet table, where a nation with long, dark hair was pulled into a ponytail. He casually reached over and grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and then walked away to sit at an empty table. Hawaii caught herself scowling when his Russian "friend" had sat down next to him.
"Damn. I missed him," She muttered under her breath. Guatemala stood a little straighter, her expression lightening as if a light bulb just went off in her head.
"Is that why you use chopsticks to eat the stupidest things? Just so you can-"
"-be by China for an actual, legitimate reason? Yes," Hawaii finished, catching herself glancing over at the table again where Russia was attempting to steal a cruller from China's plate, only to glare in Russia's direction. "What a creep…" She soon snapped out of it, however, when a Finnish boy passed. She giggled, waving her fingers at him, but he only smiled back.
The two girls eventually sat down at a table where a very tired Jamaica sat, head on the table and ignoring her glass of rum. Hawaii took a bite of her loco moco, snickering when she saw America from the corner of her eyes. She slid away from Guatemala on the bench, chuckling to herself at Guatemala's expression. In a word, she looked horrified.
"Yo," America said with a wink. "Just swinging by to say good morning!" Guatemala narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms.
Hawaii tried to focus on Jamaica, who at the moment was reaching across the table to grip the glass of rum, tipping her head back to drink from the glass. She soon had her head back on the table, drifting off. "Where and when must I suffer this torture?" She heard Guatemala say. She clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from squealing.
"It'll be fun!" America said with a pout. "Six thirty tonight, in the garden. We can chillax on the bench…" Guatemala glanced away from America, which just made Hawaii grin more. Was she actually blushing? America got to his feet, and with one daring kiss on the cheek, walked away to go sit with his friends.
After showing Guatemala around the garden (with much success, as Guatemala's expression never changed from "entertained"), Hawaii came to a stop where the bench was that America had told Guatemala their date would be. What shocked Hawaii the most was when she had asked Hawaii what she should wear to the date.
Hawaii turned to her, a gentle grin on her face, yet excitement flashed in her hazel eyes. "You're actually serious about this date?"
"I want to spare his pathetic little feelings, that's all." She said, looking at the ground. Hawaii gripped Guatemala by the shoulders, holding her at arm's length. She looked her friend up and down, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She nodded slowly.
"Hm…You look fine. Besides…if you're 'sparing his pathetic feelings', you don't want to make it look like you care too much, no? Just fix your hair a little, freshen up a bit…we can head back to the dorm to fix you up." She glanced at her wristwatch, gasping slightly. "Scratch that, no time! Good luck, hun, toodles!" And with that she rushed off towards the building. She raced up to her dorm. She flung the door open, causing Jamaica to fall off her position on the bed and hit her head on the soft carpet.
"What the heck, mon…?" Jamaica asked, glaring at Hawaii when she sat up. Hawaii pulled her to her feet, dragging her by the wrist down the hall.
"Up, Crack-head!"
"Where are we going, Hawaii…" She questioned tiredly. Hawaii looked back at her, devious glint in her eyes.
"We're going to spy on Guatemala and America's date!" Jamaica attempted to stop, but the Hawaiian was stronger than she looked.
"That's not ri-"
"I do what I want, bizotch!" She said, shushing her as she shoved Jamaica into a shrub and ducking under herself. Jamaica drunkenly leaned on Hawaii's shoulder, only for the latter to shove her off. Jamaica stood up, staggering slightly. Hawaii grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down. "You ass, Jamaica. Do you want to be caught?" Jamaica rolled her eyes. Hawaii peeked out the bush, watching the couple intently as America began strumming his guitar. Her eyes widened at the song, her lips curving into a smile. She got on her hands and knees, crawling through the bushes back to the doors. She looked over her shoulder to see her drunken friend asleep on the grass. She rolled her eyes, dragging Jamaica along with her until she woke up so she could walk herself.
An hour and a half later, Jamaica was again lying upside-down on her bed and listening to some Russian rock band (Hawaii had teased her forever that it was Russian) and Hawaii was perched cross-legged on her bed, already in her red, long sleeved night gown. The door opened, and Hawaii gripped her blanket happily. Jamaica (who was no longer in her drunken mode) sat upright, smirk playing on both of their lips at the sight of their roommate. She had a dazed look to her face as if she was with the fairies, smiling blissfully. "You back from your date?" Hawaii asked playfully.
"Si," She simply said back.
"Did you have fun?" Jamaica said.
Guatemala nodded. "Si."
"So you like America now?" Hawaii asked hopefully, crawling to the end of her bed.
"Si," Guatemala breathed.
"Ah. Think you'd go on another date with him?" Jamaica asked, grin only growing tenfold.
"Si…" Guatemala repeated.
Hawaii's eyes sparkled with joy, smiling softly. She pulled her blanket closer to her chest, squealing softly. "This is so adorable…" She muttered. "So tell me, Guatemala. Are you possibly, like, falling in love with America?"
Guatemala hesitated, but only for a moment. "Si,"
Jamaica glanced at Hawaii, asking the question she'd been dying to ask as soon as she had seen Guatemala's expression. "Did you get laid, mon?"
"Si…" She answered, but then did a double-take and snapped out of her trance. "Wait, what, no!" She blushed madly, slamming the drawer containing her pajamas shut. "Don't be disgusting…But he did manage to sweep me off my feet. He is a hero in that aspect…And get this: He asked me to be his girlfriend…" Hawaii covered her mouth, eyes widening with anticipation. "And I accepted." She cheered and jumped from her bed, embracing Guatemala in a tight hug.
"That's SO. CUTE! Oh my gosh, Sil, you have a boyfriend!" She jumped back into her bed, clicking the lava lamp on. She fell silent, listening to Guatemala's last words before she had fallen asleep; "I know." Hawaii rolled over to face the lamp, watching the wax float around in bubbles. She couldn't help but feel just a little jealously ripping at her heart like flames; How could this girl, who had only gone to the school for a couple of days, already have a boyfriend? And a cute one at that! She herself had been trying for a month and a half to get China to notice her, yet he somehow never even acknowledged her. Her smile faded to nothing, expression missing from her usually cheerful face. She was being stupid. Not all guys could like her. But why couldn't the one guy she actually and truly likes like her back?
Why couldn't China love her like she did him?
