"So your dad is from Canada?" Anneliese asked Michel, deciding that it was safe to start up a conversation. It had been a few minutes of sitting in silence after the scolding everyone got from Christian.
Michel nodded. "Yeah. Hundred percent Canadian. The dude loves maple, pancakes, and hockey. He's the living Canadian stereotype." Michel looked around, his carefree smile returning. "Do any of you know someone from a different country."
Ezra nodded. "Yeah. My dad, he's from Italy."
"Dude, that's like all the way across the ocean!" Michel exclaimed as if it was the most amazing discovery. He had even sat up striaighter.
Ezra rolled his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."
Anneliese smiled, her face strained as she blurted out, "My dad is German," to stop any fights the last statement could make. She most definitely didn't want anyone getting started on a fight again.
"Ah, a wurst and potato lover," Ezra said, turning his attention to the girl, green eyes teasing.
She laughed. "Definitely." If only he knew how much her dad loved wursts,
Ezra's lips quirked upward slightly, amused.
"What about you two?" Michel asked Charity and Christian, staring down the pair of twins.
"Our dad is from England," Charity replied. "And no he doesn't have crooked teeth." She grinned the last statement at Ezra.
Ezra smirked. "Was he born there?"
"Born and raised," Christian said.
"That's really cool." Michel began, looking like he had really thought about it and like he really believed that. "We all have parents born outside the country."
"We can put that in our interview homework," Anneliese suggested quietly.
Ezra nodded in agreement. "Yeah, definitely." He thought for a while then asked, "What are some other things we could ask and put down?"
"Favorite music?" Christian asked, running his fingers through his already messy golden mane.
Ezra shrugged. "Why not? Gives us something to put down."
Charity smiled. "Well, I like Victoriandustrial, Emilie Autumn. Spread the plague! Uhm... Steam punk. The Clockwork Quartet...though if they can be considered that is highly debatable. The Romanovs are good. So is Within Temptation, Evanescence, Jack Off Jill... Oh and Nicki Minaj is very appreciable."
There was a long silence in the room after Charity named her preferences. Ezra slowly started clapping, while Christian rolled his eyes."That threw me off big time. Not only do you look like a volleyball and cheerleader prep, but out of your music favs that you just said...the Nicki Minaj blew my mind."
It was true, Anneliese decided. Charity was dressed in a short black shirt that said live, love, dance over a black and gold tank top with hip huggers. If she raised her arms you would get a nice view of her flat tanned stomach. Her long layered blonde hair had a single strand dyed in pink.
Charity's smile grew into a grin. "People say that about me a lot."
Michel just shook his head in wonder, clearly amused
A knock on the door sounded before the door opened and Mr. Williams popped his head in. "Pancakes are ready."
Michel sprang up, heading toward the door. "Come on, guys. Dad's pancakes are the best!"
Anneliese smiled as she watched the boys eat their pancakes. Even though the three guys didn't seem to like each other they were helluva similar. She couldn't decide which one she liked more.
Michel was funny in a happy-go-lucky kind of way. Not to mention he was cute. Lean body clad in a black shirt with a beige tribal rose on the front and gray skinny jeans. His caramel-colored hair was cut in a skater fashion slightly covering his cinnamon-colored eyes.
Ezra was attractive but he was also rude and bitter. Especially to those he probably didn't know very well. Anneliese felt like the half-Italian had a bark worse than his bite and that maybe there was a part of him that needed someone who knew how to handle his moods and grumpy nature.
Christian was definitely handsome. Messy golden hair matched with a beautiful azure gaze. Nicely toned body... Not to mention he wasn't as big of a jerk as some of the jocks she'd come in contact with. He seemed sweet.
Out of all three boys she didn't know who she liked more or less. Christian maybe...or Ezra...no Christian... She wasn't sure. "Gosh..."
Charity looked over to her, a small smile creeping across her face. "What?"
Anneliese blushed. "It's nothing..."
Charity leaned closer. "Come on." Her elbow resting against the table, her blue eyes sparkling. "Tell me."
Anneliese sighed and scooted closer to Charity. "All three boys are really cute..."
Charity laughed softly. "That they are... Well at least Michel and Ezra are." Charity's sky-colored eyes studying Anneliese. "You don't like my brother do you?"
Anneliese's blush grew brighter. "He's on my options list."
Charity giggled. "We need to hang out."
"Why?" Anneliese asked, puzzled.
"So I can get to know you." Charity said, winking. "I'm not going to hook you up with my brother until I'm sure I like you and that you like him."
Anneliese laughed. "Deal... So who do you like?"
"What does who like?" Michel butted in. His eyes were wide, innocent looking. Anneliese wouldn't have minded slapping the look off his face now that he brought Christian and Ezra's attention to the two girls.
Charity grinned. "We were just asking each other if we both liked your dad."
Ezra and Christian began snickering while Michel's face grew into one of disgust. "He's my dad!"
"Which is why he's so hot. What girl doesn't want a mature man?" Anneliese asked, the question blurting from her mouth before she could process it thoroughly.
Michel shook his head, gagging. "God, that's wrong on so many levels."
Charity laughed loudly. "Ahahaha! That's my girl." She slapped Anneliese on the back heartily. Ezra had placed his head on the table and Christian was shaking his own head a small smile on his features.
Matthew poked his head in. "Aren't you supposed to be interviewing each other?"
"And we can't have fun while we do it?" Michel asked, instantly sobering up.
Matthew shrugged. "Just would have figured that you got on their nerves by now."
"Dad!"
Matthew smiled, "What?"
Michel frowned. "You're mean." He pouted softly, crossing his arms. "Hey what are some questions we can ask each other?"
Matthew sighed, looking to the clock then turning his head to the group he nodded. "I guess I can help."
At the end of the period the next day, Christian, Ezra, Michel, and Anneliese were pulled aside by Mrs. Garza.
"I want to say congratulations."
Ezra frowned. "For what?"
Mrs. Garza smiled. "The four of you got the highest grade. Therefore, you four will be interviewing the representatives of the world."
Michel's mouth was agape until he recovered. "Seriously?"
"Yes," Mrs. Garza nodded. "Out of all my classes I chose you."
America leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on his desk. He had finished his work and was about to leave for home to defeat Tony's high score of a video game.
"...the president's on the line." came through the speaker on the office phone. America, grinning reached over, pressed the speaker button.
"''Sup?"
"As you should know, America, there is a world meeting tomorrow. We're inviting four select students from a nearby academy for them to interview you and some of the other nations. I'm counting on you to set a good example and be good."
America chuckled. "No problem. Ahahaha, would a hero let you down?"
"...I suppose not. Good day, America."
"See ya."
Hanging up the phone America's eyes got a distant look in them. What if one of his twins were chosen for the interview? He'd be so amazed and happy; he'd probably get the same feeling of adoration like the first time he ever saw them, all clean and pretty. If it was his daughter... She'd walk in strolling with purpose, knowing she was beautiful and smart. She'd still have America's eyes, but her's wouldn't be covered up by glasses. She'd be so beautiful. But then...how would he know if the kid was his? Would he or she have America's eyes? Do they still have Iggy's hair?
Sighing, America shook his head. He should stop wasting his time. There was no way his little wish to see his kids would happen. So why did he always spend his time trying to imagine them? God, if only.
A/N: Ahh...I hope this kinda covered who was whose kid. I'm sorry for any confusion the last chapter might have brought. ^_^; Tell me if there's any confusion in this one and I'll try to fix it. I'm not to sure how I did on this one. I'm super grateful for all the alerts by the way. Thanks for the reviews, I read them like candy. Seriously... and I love candy...
