India had stayed the night in the guest bedroom, so he could help Israel some more with the restoration of the house and garden. There was no need; she could have handled it easily herself.
He just insisted on helping her. She didn't relay grasp why but she liked the company anyway.

India liked staying over at her house. She was a kind host. She'd wake up early in the morning and make them both breakfast. Which India had insisted wasn't necessary but the food was usually made before he could contest.

Yesterday when he was painting, on several occasions, she'd rush into the kitchen and bring him Ice cold lemonade. Just because she thought he looked thirsty. And she cooked him Lunch and dinner too, in an effort to kindly repay him for helping her.

When they were working, she brought out her radio so they could listen to music.
She sang along to the music sometimes too. It was amusing for India to hear her shout out the lyrics to some of the songs she knew. The first time he heard her shouting along to 'Kama Ahava' he thought she was angry at something he did and nearly dropped his paint brush.
It wasn't an odd thing to jump at since everyone who knew her, knew not to piss her off during one of her moods. Seeing as she wasn't a particularly emotionally visible person, it was hard to pin point just when she was in one.

India didn't spend much time lying in bed after he woke; he got dressed quickly and made his way down stairs.
It appeared this time he had woken up first, which gave him a chance to make breakfast for a change.

He was quite excited about being able to make breakfast, since India was such a good cook.
When he got to the kitchen he saw out the window that he was not the first one up, that Israel had woken up before him but obviously too busy talking to someone to make breakfast. That meant that India had to be quick if he wanted to make Breakfast, he wasn't sure how long it would take her to talk to whoever it was she was talking to but he doubted it would be long.

He raided her pantry for possible ingredients.

"Was up?" He heard a familiar voice call from the kitchen door. India turned around quickly lifting his head up and knocking it on the top of the pantry.

"Kesesese, oh gott! How funny you looked just then!" exclaimed Prussia falling into fits of laughter.


Hey~ Thanks for reading this far ^^

I hope you liked it :D I worte this story origionally as a side story for my other story on here called 'Wings of Decay' because there was no India on ff . net

but now there is- YAY!

oh and if anyone is interested i asked my friend on DA to draw me a request of the two together and he did and i love it and i thought id provide the URL if anyone is curious http : / nintendo336 . deviantart . com /gallery /# /d4qlub8 (A lot of spaces cause im paranoid)

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I have another India fic in mind too :) Love for India! w00t! hehe.

Sorry if you disagree with the whole IndiaxIsreal pairing or the country itself- I honestly don't know how to feel about the whole conflict. gah! Can't think about that when i write this! Seriously no political agenda on either side- i swear!

I just like to write about Issy because she's an OC of mine i found fun in creating. I wanted to write a story on here called 'Bringing a girl home' which is basically a Meet the parents rip off where America starts dating Issy and decides to bring her hope to meet Britain, France and Canada xD Britian takes a huge dislike to her, Canada is scared of her and France... well France is just trying to cook dinner the whole time without being too caught up in tension to burn everything.

Anyho- As i was developing her character i found out about modern relationship between the two and i was thinking 'YAY OMG AN EXCUSE TO WRITE ABOUT INDIA!' hehe

so i got a review too but since they didn't sign in im just gonna thank you here... thank you ^^ I realy appreciated it!