A/N Sorry this took so long! I decided to actually write it up (as in pencil and lined paper) to get help with some foreign phrases, so… yeah. XD Then my computer got a virus… D: Luckily, this lived! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I only own Calvin and her crazy family.
I looked down at my arms, crossed on the table in front of me. Somewhere in the middle of my story, Alfred, Gilbert and Feliciano had moved from the doorway and were now sitting at the kitchen table with me.
"Wait, so is this the same Martha as the one who called earlier?" Arthur said, sitting across the table from me.
"Martha Smith. Fellow Doctor Who fan. My best friend in the whole wide world. The woman who got citizen of the year in the town where I grew up. The one who explained everything to child services. The one who told my non-nuclear family what was going on. The reason I got the inheritance meant for my father." I said, smiling faintly.
"You've known this Martha-chick for a long time, then." Alfred said, looking at me.
"Yep. Nine year anniversary's in June. She practically raised me!" I said, smiling more.
"Vee~~ no one should face that while growing up…" Italy said, tears forming.
"Well I did, since it would've been my upbringing or Tanya's death." I said, smile fading a bit.
"Well… what happened next? The awesome me wants to know." Gilbert said.
"Child services happened. They wanted to separate us, but Martha wouldn't let them. Her argument was that I'd be an adult in one week." I said, smile returning as I remembered that day.
~~Flashback~~
A tall woman with curly brown hair and bright hazel eyes sat in a chair across a table from a man wearing a suit and glasses. A girl with short brown hair sits next to the woman.
"It would be better to separate them. That way, they'd have a better chance to find homes." The man in the suit states, no emotion apparent in his voice.
"Separate them after all they've been through? EIGHT YEARS! It would destroy them!" The frizzy-haired woman cries out with a British accent.
"Your thoughts for the children are commendable, Miss Smith. However, only Catherine is remotely close to adulthood, and she's seventeen. Jonathan and Samuel are only fifteen, with Clara at thirteen, Christine at ten and Tanya at eight. Clara, even, needs counseling due to her lack of vocalizations, I must point out!" the man states.
"If you'll please refrain from talking about me like I'm not in the room, I would like to say that my birthday is in one week. I've taught all of them sign language, so there's no need to get hyper over the fact that Clara has selective muteism." The girl with the short hair says. "And it's Calvin, not Catherine."
"See? They've built up emotional support with each other! Separating them would destroy them on an emotional level." 'Miss Smith' exclaims.
"Then, pray tell, why did you come here?" the man asks.
"To make that man, Calcifur Blacke, not be our legal guardian anymore. He was threatening to murder me and Tanya." Calvin says, narrowing her eyes.
"Who'll be the legal guardian for the next week however?" the man asked.
"Martha Smith, the woman right next to me." The girl immediately replies. "Once I become a legal adult, she'll be the next one to call after me."
"Very well then. Here's the necessary paperwork." The man says, opening a filing cabinet and taking out a manila envelope. Calvin and Martha thank the man for his time as they leave, smiles on their faces.
~~End of Flashback~~
"You okay? You, like, zoned out there for a second there." Alfred asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I blinked a few times, returning to the present.
"Yeah, just… remembering. So, who wants to watch television?" I said, smiling again.
"Sure!" America says, smiling brightly. "Last one there has to eat Iggy's cooking!" he ran into the living room and flipped over the back of the couch. I walked slowest, taking my sweet time and smiling a bit.
I walked into the room at the same time as England. However, I managed to steal the remote from America. As I flipped channels randomly, I found something that made my blood run cold.
Twilight.
"Hsssssssssss…" I hissed at the TV screen and was about to change the channel. However, America stole the remote, laughing. England stared at the screen.
"What is this?" he finally asked.
"Americans making other Americans hate a British actor. And they're also failing majorly on vampires." I replied, glaring at the TV.
"Dare I ask how?" England said, looking at me.
"Rob Pattenson. Cedric Diggory. Edward Cullen. 'Vampire'." I said, glaring hotly at the television. Around thirty minutes later, I was on the verge of sleep. It was nearly the meadow scene in the movie.
"So he'll burst into flames when there's sunlight? Finally—I can't stand another second of this bloody movie." England said, smiling a bit. I sighed.
"The author of the book failed a vampireology test, Arthur. He doesn't have fangs, lives in the woods, his eyes change color, he makes a big deal about being a 'vegetarian'—all vampires drink animal blood, Shadowhunters will slay them otherwise—he doesn't shower or sleep and he sparkles. Not a vampire. Faerie. Vampires have fangs." I said, gesturing toward the screen as Edward began to shimmer.
"That's…" England gawked.
"Yep. One of the biggest mythological fails that exist." I replied with a grin. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to read City of Bones to purify myself." I stood up and walked up the stairs, going towards my room. I opened the door to my room and, glancing at the unmade bed, walked over to a door. I reached down the front of my shirt and took a key out of my bra. Hey, it makes a good pocket, I thought and unlocked the door.
Behind it was a library, of sorts. I walked in between the shelves, sliding a hand along the spines and smiling. Shakespeare… Dante… Lewis… Tolkein… Clare! There we go. I pulled a paperback book that proclaimed itself to be City of Bones by Cassandra Clare. It was one of my favorites and was my go-to guide for demons, vampires, werewolves and all of the unseen sort.
Good thing they never made a movie of it.
Jace fangirls would be too scary, I thought, shuddering. I blew some dust that collected off of the book. Clutching the thick book to my chest, I walked out of the hidden room, locking it as I left. I turned around and shrieked, nearly dropping the book.
There, lounging on my was…
The Roman Empire.
WTH?
"Hm?" he said, looking at me. I blinked.
"Uh… hello?" I replied, knowing that I was toeing dangerous waters.
"… who are you?" he finally replied. I face-palmed.
"I'm Calvin." I replied. He nodded, almost acting as if it was common knowledge.
"Where am I?" he asked next.
"My home in the Middle of Nowhere, Montana, USA." I replied, arms crossed now.
"What's behind that door there?" he said, hopping up and walking over, pointing over my shoulder.
"Books. And dust." I replied, blushing at how close he was and ohmygodwhywasIthinkingthis?
"Ah." He replied and wandered over to the bed.
"So…" I thought for a minute. "Are you hungry?" I finally asked, using the universal icebreaker.
"Yes… say, have you seen my grandson, Northern Italy?" he asked, looking me strait in my eyes.
"H-h-he's p-p-probably in h-his room." I said, averting my eyes, stuttering and blushing.
"Bene*! Where's his room?" he asked, smiling.
"N-next r-r-room over… he m-might be downstairs though…" I said, nudging my index fingers together and looking at the ground. I flinched as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Look at me. Why are you so shy?" I looked up into his light brown eyes (curse my shortness!) and merely shrugged. He tilted his head as he looked at me and I suddenly had a question.
"Are you a unit?" I suddenly blurted out. He blinked at me before shrugging before walking out of my room. I blinked at the strange occurrence before walking downstairs. Gilbert, Alfred and Arthur were still watching Twilight, although the latter more or less stared with horror. I walked into my kitchen where I spied the Italy manual. Rapidly flipping through it, I attempted to find anything about 'Grandpa Rome' appearing.
Nothing.
Crap.
However, there was a customer service number on the last page. I grabbed my phone and punched in the numbers. It was answered on the third ring.
Hello, you have reached Customer Service.
Press 'one' if your unit has died.
Press 'two' if you received the wrong manual.
Press 'three' if the Alternate! Personality unit has arrived.
Press 'four' if you didn't order a unit/a unit has appeared.
I pressed four.
Whoops! It appears that a unit has appeared.
Press 'one' if you have a manual.
Press 'two' if you don't have a manual.
I pressed two.
The next available sales employee will be with you shortly.
The 'on hold' music began to play. I sighed before putting the phone on speakerphone and drumming my fingers on the table. I jumped slightly as the Roman Empire and Italy came in talking in what I could sorta determine as… Latin? Hey, I took French in high school and I'm only taking Latin now. Speaking of which, where is that book of murder plots?
"Quid agis avus**?" Italy said, smiling.
"Bene, bene gratias! Et tu?***" Rome said, grinning broadly.
"Bene, bene.****" Italy replied. I sighed before glaring at them.
"I may know a little Latin, but I'm definitely not fluent. Speak in English, please." I said, looking at them. A voice came from the phone.
"Hello, Hetalia! Customer service." The voice, a male, said.
"Hello, I recently began to receive units. However, an unexpected arrival came today.: I said, turning away from Rome and Italy.
"How is it unexpected?" the person asked, confused. I walked into another room.
"My Italy unit apparently… attracted a Roman Empire. I need an explanation and a manual." I said, somewhat angry.
"… A Roman Empire?" the voice was still confused.
"Yes. The ex-nation that's supposedly dead. Help me." I said, sighing.
"Uhm, I don't really have an explanation. I'm afraid you'll have to figure things out for yourself." He apologized.
"Then what the hell should I do?" I hissed into the phone, aware that America, Prussia and England were staring at me like I was insane.
"Ask him. Look stuff up. Find out what he likes and doesn't like. It's a good thing that he didn't come in a crate." The man said, laughing a bit at the last item. I sighed.
"Very well then. Thank you for your time. Goodbye." I stated into the phone before hanging up. I turned to the three countries staring at me. "We've got a… uh… Roman Empire staying with us now. You will treat him with respect. Gilbert, don't try to rape him. Alfred, don't use the 'American nuke treatment' on him. Arthur, don't curse, jinx, hex or use any form of magic on him. Do I make myself clear?" I said, looking at each nation. They nodded hurriedly. "Good. Now I'm going to make…" I looked at a clock. "… brunch. Don't annoy me; I'm probably going to make eggs, bacon and French toast before anyone asks." I finished before walking into the kitchen.
Once I went into kitchen, I pulled my iPod out of my pocket. When had it gotten there? I had no idea. I plugged it into my high-quality iHome—on loan from my brother, since he didn't want to loose it at college—and hit shuffle. Some soft music began to play, a tune recognizable as Scarborough Faire. I hummed along, cracking eggs into a bowl. I wasn't as good of a cook as Clara, but I could make mean French toast. The door to the kitchen opened and I could hear soft footsteps making their way towards me. I turned around; there was Prussia.
"Hey… does the not-as-awesome you need any help from the awesome me with cooking?" he asked, tilting his head a bit.
"Uh, sure. Can you crack some of those eggs into that bowl for me?" I replied, gesturing toward the eggs.
"Sure." He walked over and was about to grab an egg.
"Wait a sec—wash your hands first." I said, pointing at the sink. He rolled his eyes and walked over to wash his hands. He then walked over and began to crack some eggs into the bowl. I took some frozen, un-cooked bacon out of the freezer and began to put them onto a cookie sheet. Once I had put the bacon strips onto the sheet, I turned the oven on and washed my hands again, since raw bacon is somewhat nasty. I grabbed the bowl from Gilbert, since there were enough eggs in it, and put some milk in it. I sprinkled in some cinnamon and a bit of vanilla, enough to make it into the egg part for French toast.
"Gil, can you crack eggs into that other bowl now? This is for French toast, and that's for scrambled eggs." I said, gesturing towards another bowl. He pulled it closer and began to crack eggs into it. The door opened again, and there was England.
"May I help?" England asked, looking hopeful. I paused, staring at the bread I was taking out of the freezer.
"Can you, uh, wash dishes? Yes, wash dishes!" I said, hurriedly. He seemed to shrink a little at that.
"Very well then." He said and began to wash some plates from… I don't know when I last washed dishes…
There were more footsteps, and there was America. He looked apologetic. "Sorry, I tried to keep Iggy out of the kitchen…" he said, looking down. I did a face-elbow, since I had bread in my hand.
"It's alright. Do you want to help Arthur wash dishes, or do you want to set the table?" I said, tossing the bread into the egg mix. He looked around, apparently trying to find some way of opting out.
"Uhh… I'll… where's Italy? I should probably wake him up." America said, turning around.
"He's awake already. Go find him; then you have to wash dishes or set the table." I replied, stacking egg-bread on a plate. Gilbert snickered.
"Kesesesesese…. That should teach him." He said, laughing. I laughed too.
"Yeah, I know! He acts just like my littlest brother, Sam. He'd do anything to get out of helping in the kitchen, so I'd get him to keep Tanya out of the kitchen." I said, laughing brightly. He raised an eyebrow.
"Why shouldn't she be in the kitchen?" he asked, tilting his head. I shuddered.
"Ever wonder how I was able to survive England's cooking? Well, it's because I've had to fix her cooking fails for years. Her food looks edible, but it isn't. Trust me." I replied, smiling a bit. "It killed a rat once, actually." The oven beeped a few times, showing that it was the correct temperature. I quickly washed my hands and opened the oven before placing the tray into the oven. I set the timer and washed my hands again, returning to the bread.
"Killed… a rat?" England stated, not quite believing it.
"Yep. So, if you ever see a fourteen year-old girl that looks just like Liechtenstein, don't offer to eat her cooking. You'll probably die." I said, finishing egging the bread. I pulled out a few pans, knowing it would take all of them. I looked at Gilbert who had a bowl of eggs. I poured milk into it, and dumped all of it into a high-sided pan. I handed Gilbert a spatula.
"Make sure this doesn't burn, or I'll be forced to kill you." I said, turning all of the burners on. I put the pan with eggs in it on the far left before putting pans all across the other burners. After I melted some butter into the pans, I tossed the bread into them. I settled to humming along to the song, which had coincidentally switched to "Hero" once America had walked in and was now "Blow me Away". My favorite song.
A little while later, after the French toast was done cooking and the bacon was done, I put the food onto serving trays. I carried them into the dining room, where everyone was already sitting. England was at the far end, with America sitting alone on the left side, far away from England. Prussia was sitting across from America, where it appeared they were having a staring contest. Italy was next to Prussia with the Roman Empire next to him. Alfred had set the table and had cups of water at each place. I put all of the food on the table at random places. I went back into the kitchen, where I grabbed the maple syrup. I put it on the table next to my plate.
My maple syrup, ya got that?
Anyway, we settled to eating the food. It was awkward. I finally was the first to break the strange silence. "So, what do you think of the state of the economy these days? I mean, it stinks but I oh-so-luckily got a good job as an author. Jonathan, the older of my twin younger brothers, has a good job writing music. Sam, the other of the two twins, is an athlete and a mechanic. Clara, the oldest of my younger sisters, has a good foothold in the culinary world. Christine is already selling her paintings and Tanya is selling albums with her band and Jonathans help. What do all of you think?" I said, looking at all of them.
"It stinks. I owe China cash—." America said, cut off by England who coughed, which sounded suspiciously like 'billions'. America glared. "and there's the crazy high unemployment rate-" with England cutting him off with muttering 'India's is worse'. "AND there's Iggy interrupting me."
"Don't forget about how California blew its budget. Why the heck is an actor their governor, anyway?" I said, taking a bite of my French toast. America shot me a strange look.
"Why do you care about Cali's budget anyway, Cal. You live in Montana. Not California." He said, looking at me strangely. I grinned.
"Sam and Clara are in California. I care about them too, ya know." I said, sighing. "What do you think of it, Italy?" I asked the nation that was happily eating some French toast.
"Vee~~ my economy is sorta bad…" he said, looking unhappy. I turned to England.
"And you, Arthur?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Bad. It's bad." He said simply. I nodded and ate my food. We finished eating soon, with the rest being given to America so there wouldn't be any leftovers. He seemed happy enough. I looked at the nations before sighing.
"We need to go into town. Short warning, it's cold out there. Grab a jacket or something." I stated simply. They stared at me. I sighed. "And, Roman empire—do you have a non-country name?—you'll need a long jacket. Or pants. Be like your soldiers in Britain—wear leggings!" I said to the ex-empire. He nodded absentmindedly. I sighed. "Lemme go get some of Sam's pants that he abandoned here. They should fit… maybe." I said, walking upstairs. I went into a different hallway. This one seemed… different. It had six doors, one of which led to the bathroom. I went into the second door to the end on the left, or Sam's room. The large room was dominated by a large bed to the right, with a skylight being the ceiling. There was a door in the wall next to the bed and a closet to the left.
I opened the closet and pushed the clean shirts out of my way, trying to find where my brother kept his pants. There we are—a simple pair of guys jeans. "Hey, Roman Empire!" I called downstairs. He walked upstairs and peered into the room, looking confused. I threw the pants at his head. "Here's a pair of pants." I said before slipping past him into the hallway.
"Hey, Calvin!" he called into the hallway. I turned around, confused.
"Yeah?" I replied, confused.
"My name's Romulus." He responded, smiling. I smiled back.
"Okay, then, Romulus." I responded a bit happily. I went into my room, where I grabbed a note book and wrote at the top of a page: Roman Empire=Romulus.
I'm proud of my shorthand for things like this.
I put the notebook back onto my desk and grabbed a pair of socks, which I pulled on. I walked downstairs, with Romulus joining me on the stairs. We walked down the stairs into the entryway, where we were met by Italy, whom I presumed was wearing his other uniform, Gilbert wearing the same uniform—ew—, America wearing the same shirt/under jacket/bomber jacket as before—yet again, ew— and England wearing the same thing he came in, not an 'ew' because he arrived today.
"We're going into town, so grab shoes and-slash-or a jacket. You'll need it, since it'll take a long time. It gets cold here quickly." I stated, looking at all of the men gathered in front of me. "Any questions about what we're doing or where we're going will be answered in the car." I added quickly. They all grabbed shoes, ranging from boots to what appeared to be dress shoes. I grabbed my black trench coat and black boots, pulling on the latter and folding the former over my shoulder. Since I was next to the door, I opened it using a key that was in my pocket before running upstairs to grab my wallet.
Yes, I can forget my wallet. Don't ask how.
I walked back downstairs to see all of the countries assembled. "Shall we go? Or shall we go?" I asked them, using a joke from when I was nineteen. America grinned.
"Let's go!" he said, doing a fist pump. I laughed and walked outside. It was an overcast day, with a slight dusting of snow from the night before. I could spot tire tracks from the Flying Mint Bunny delivery truck from when it delivered England. It wasn't that cold out—just around fifty degrees Fahrenheit. I could deal with that. We walked over towards the garage, which I opened by typing a code into a keypad. Inside was my minivan—the tricked out one, with four-wheel drive, a non-apparent roll cage and a good sound system. I was happy I had brought my iPod with me.
"Shotgun!" America gleefully cried out and took passenger. England rolled his eyes as Gilbert, Rome and Feliciano crammed into the back. Arthur eventually took the seat right behind me so he could easily yell at America. I pulled out of the driveway and began the drive to town. Alfred spent most of the time staring out at the mountains, trees and lakes, smiling. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.
"According to most people, the people who live here are organized tax dodgers and mad bombers," I said, pulling onto another road. "Random, right?"
"Why would people think that?" England asked, curious. I laughed.
"It's because people think 'Who in their right mind would live so far away from anything unless they're hiding from something?'" I said, giggling a bit.
"Vee~~ why do you live here?" Italy asked, confused.
"Because it's pretty here, the air's good quality and they have good schooling." I stated matter-of-factly. I pulled into the parking lot of the main department store here, knowing we would need to buy clothes. Badly. "M'kay everyone, we're going to buy two different pairs of pants and fourteen shirts. At a minimum." I said, twisting awkwardly in my seat to look at all of them.
"Why so many?" Rome asked, confused.
"I do laundry every two weeks. Oh, and you'll all need pajamas…" I said, trailing off as I ninja'd into a parking space. I turned off the car and unbuckled my seatbelt before opening my door. I turned to see all of the countries get out of the car—America first, followed by England, then Gilbert, Rome and Italy. I locked the car, and we walked into the department store.
Now, I would like to say everything went smoothly—we got clothes and left—but how in the WORLD could that happen if you have five—count it, FIVE—countries following you around. But that couldn't happen in real life.
Instead, as we walked in, Prussia saw a woman. A nice looking woman, but a random woman, nonetheless. He smirked and groped her.
And I thought I'd taught him to do better.
Darn it.
I grabbed him around his midsection and yanked him off of her. However, we ended up in a heap on the floor. I coughed hair out of my mouth—not mine, I will add—and pushed the Prussian off of me. He glared at me, but I ignored him and went over to the horrified woman.
"I'm truly sorry, miss, but he is a little… well, you know. It's practically his way of greeting people, but he'll only do it if he likes how you look. So, it's basically a compliment." I said, gesturing with my hands as I talked. "He did it to me when he met me." If anything the woman looked confused now. "I'm truly sorry about it, though." I added. She nodded and walked away.
I turned around to look at the units, all four… wait, four? I looked at them. Alfred, check… Arthur, check… Feliciano, check… Gilbert, check… so that meant… "Romulus!" I nearly yelled, spotting the man sneaking up on a group of women. I stormed over and grabbed him, pulling him with me. "We are shopping. Not. Watching. Women." I growled, narrowing my eyes. He looked terrified.
"I… I'm sorry…" he said, holding up his hands in front of him. I rolled my eyes. I turned to England.
"Arthur, I'm trusting you to go with them to get stuff like underwear. I'm going to find jackets, pants and shirts. We'll meet up…" I looked around. "at the bottom of the down-going escalator in one hour. Got it?" I said, looking at him. He nodded. "Good. See you in sixty minutes." I walked away from them, going towards them men's section. I looked at all of the racks and sighed.
"At least I'm not like most women shoppers—I just find stuff that looks like it'll fit." I muttered to myself, examining a shirt with a critical eye. "I think this'll fit on Alfred…" I stated to myself.
After a good forty minutes of finding shirts in varying colors for all of my tenants, I went into the jeans section, carrying seventy-five—yeah, you heard right—seventy five—shirts, I sighed. I must look weird, first and foremost, being a woman in the mens section, secondly holding enough shirts to outfit an army. I grabbed the first pairs of pants that I imagined would fit on them and went towards the bottom of the escalator.
That's when I heard the scream.
"OHMIGOD IT'S ARTHUR!" was what I heard. I turned to see England backing slowly away from what appeared to be a group of rabid fangirls. The rest of the countries were hiding. I sighed, knowing that I wouldn't get away without injuries. But, still, he was a person and didn't deserve to be mobbed by fangirls. I stepped in.
"Oi, why're you molesting my friend?" I asked, still holding all of the clothes.
"He's ARTHUR KIRKLAND! How could you NOT LOVE HIM?" one of them squealed.
"Huh? What're you talking about? This is my friend Jack Shifflet, from Virginia, not some 'Arthur Kirkland' dude." I said, feigning confusion. I muttered to England three words. "No English accent."
"Yeah. I'm from Virginia." England said, doing a slight Southern accent. The girls looked shocked.
"B-but… England… eyebrows…" The army of fangirls was muttering among itself. I poked Arthur in the arm. He looked at me. I gestured with my head to get away from them. We snuck off as they began to yell at each other. I sighed with relief as the other countries met up with us.
"That… was too close." I said, my voice low.
"Yeah—one of them nearly stole Gilbird!" Gilbert said, holding said bird close to him.
"Vee~~ we got clothes though!" Italy said brightly.
"I got a LOT of shirts and pants. Hope they fit." I said, referring to the MOUNTAIN of clothes I was holding. We went over to the cashier, whose eyes I SWORE bulged out of his head at the sheer number.
"So, what're we going to do the rest of the day?" America asked excitedly, grinning.
"I dunno. We could do groceries or something, maybe get ice cream, get games or books—what do all of you want to do?" I said, looking at all of them.
"I would like to get some books to read." England said first.
"I want ice cream! And I want to get a video game or something!" America said happily.
"Vee~~ could we get stuff to make white flags?" Italy said, smiling.
"You don't have anything to make good food. I say we go to that Mediterranean market that I saw earlier." Rome said, straight faced.
"I dunno. What does the not-as-awesome you want to do?" Gilbert said, looking at me. I thought for a few seconds.
"Lets see… how about we get ice cream—actually, frozen yogurt—JoAnns, then go to Game Stop, then go to Barnes and Noble then visit the Mediterranean market. Sound good to all of you?" I said slowly.
"Sounds good to me!" America said, brightly. "After all, I'M THE HERO!" The last bit he nearly yelled. We all flinched, expecting rabid fangirls to attack us. The cashier noticed how worried we looked and entered the prices faster.
"Okay, your total is five hundred and seventy-five dollars." The man at the cash register said. "Cash or credit?" he asked, looking at me. I wordlessly pulled out a credit card, already figuring out what I could sell to get more money. After swiping the card and signing, I stared at the twenty bags.
"Uh, Alfred? Could you carry some of these?" I said, pointing at the bags. He smiled, nodded, and grabbed ten, five on each arm. I grabbed four, two on each arm. That left six. Rome grabbed two, Italy grabbed none, Gilbert grabbed two and England grabbed two. We all began to awkwardly walk out to the car. I unlocked it and we put all of the bags in the back.
"Okay, everyone in! Yogurt land is all the way across town." I said, hopping into the drivers seat. Everyone got into the same seat as before, since they didn't want to sit anywhere else. We then drove over to the other end of town which had a Barnes and Noble, a JoAnns and a Yogurt land among other things. We got out of the car and went into the Yogurt land. Being your average Yogurt land, there were a few tables on the right, with the counter on the left and the line of frozen yogurt machines going into the back of the store. I grinned and walked to the back, where I grabbed a bowl. I went over to the chocolate frozen yogurt machine and put some in my bowl. America got vanilla and chocolate, while England got pecan, Rome got something—I couldn't tell—and the same with Italy. Gilbert stared at all of the machines before putting a bit of each into his bowl.
After getting the frozen yogurt, we began to pour toppings onto them. I, as always, put a mountain of chocolate candies on mine, with Alfred getting the same, Feliciano putting nuts on his, Romulus putting fruit on his, Arthur putting nothing on his and Gilbert staring and putting a bit of everything on his. We then paid for the yogurt and sitting at a table. America looked at England's yogurt.
"Why didn't you get any toppings? That's half the fun!" he said, staring at the pale green yogurt.
"Yeah, Arthur. Don't want your FroYo to be naked." I said, sounding completely serious. All of them just stared before I cracked up laughing. "Your… your guys' expressions… I wish I had a camera…" I said, busting up laughing. America turned to Rome next.
"Why'd you only get fruit on yours? It doesn't make sense?" America said, confused.
"Actually, Alfred, for the Romans, fruit was dessert." I said, taking a bite of yogurt. He stared wordlessly at Romulus.
"Th… th… then how did you live?" He cried out, clutching onto his yogurt. Rome stared before shrugging. He looked at Italy's. "Ehn, I guess nuts count as a topping…" he said, looking at it.
"Nuts are healthy." I stated before head-tableing. Gilbert laughed.
"Kesesesesese… that's what she said!" he said, pointing. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever." I said simply. We finished our yogurt in relative silence, not wanting to make another perverted joke. Once we finished, we walked over to JoAnns, a sewing store. We bought plenty of white cloth for white flags. Italy was happy to be prepared for war—or surrendering, as the case may be.
We put the cloth into the car before walking to Game Stop. Once we got inside, America immediately began to grab video games. I sighed.
"America… even I have a buget. One game only." I said. Wii games are expensive. He sighed and began to compare the games he was holding before selecting one. He carried it over to me, where I was standing by the counter. The man at the counter laughed at the small scene Alfred had caused.
"Video game lover?" he asked America, who nodded vigorously. The man chuckled. "Knew it. Your total will be fifty-one dollars and thirty two cents." I held out my credit card and signed the pad… thing. Seriously, I need to find out what they're called. We then left the store, heading to Barnes and Noble. Once we walked bookstore, England was in shock due to the sheer number of books.
"And… this is American?" He said in shock. I laughed.
"We Americans do love our books!" I said, smiling. He grinned before running towards the Fantasy section. America immediately went into the Sci Fi section, grinning like a maniac. Italy, looking confused, shrugged and went into the Children's Fiction. Rome wandered over to the History section. I was left with Gilbert as we wandered the store, me trying to find something interesting that I hadn't read before and Gilbert trying to find something interesting. He found a book in the historical fiction section and merely stared at the author.
"Hey… did you write this book?" he asked, holding a book whose title was Suum Cique. I smiled recognizing the book.
"Yes I did. It's about a Prussian woman during the fall of Prussia. You'd like it. I have a copy at home." I said, tracing my fingers over the silhouetted profile image of an eagle on the cover. "It was actually inspired by you." I added simply.
"By… me?" Gilbert said, shocked. I nodded simply. I turned to put the book away but couldn't, due to the pair of arms that suddenly wrapped around me. I blushed heavily as I realized who was holding me, resting his head on my shoulder. "Thanks, Kitten." He murmured into my ear. I stood there, stiff, with absolutely no clue what to do or why in the world he called me 'Kitten'. Maybe it was his nickname for me, like how he calls Canada 'Birdie'? I have no idea. What I did know, however, was that a few girls were staring. And pointing. And 'aww'-ing. Is that a camera? I decided that this was waaaaaaay too weird. But… it would be really rude to pull out of a hug… I thought, still being held by the Prussian. Luckily, he wasn't groping me or anything… yet.
One of the girls finally said something loud enough so that I cold hear. "Is that Hungary and Prussia hugging?" I blushed even more as I realized what they were talking about. I look NOTHING like Hungary! Her hair's longer than mine and lighter. She has GREEN eyes, not brown and she CERTAINLY doesn't have glasses! I thought to myself, somewhat shocked. I heard laughing coming from Gilbert. Apparently he had heard them too.
"Kesesesese… they think you're Hungary, Kitten." He said, laughing. Gilbird cheeped from his location on Gilbert's head.
"I d-don't r-r-really l-look like h-h-h-her though…" I managed to stutter. Prussia laughed quietly before moving from hugging me to having one arm over my shoulders.
"Why don't you think you look like Hungary, Kitten?" he asked, turning me so that I was facing him. I blushed and looked away from him.
"Sh-she's way prettier than me… I'm really plain…" I said, quietly. I looked up to see Gilbert looking concernedly into my eyes.
"You're pretty, Kitten." He said softly, before lifting my chin up and kissing me. I nearly flinched at the unexpected contact, not knowing what to do. He pulled back and smiled at me. "Come on, everyone has to be wondering where the heck the awesome me is." He said, turning away from me. It took all of my self control to simply nod and not touch my mouth. I quickly put the book away and hurried after Prussia.
Right outside of the aisle we were in, America, England, Italy and Rome were comparing books they wanted.
"Vee~~ this book is good!" Italy said, holding up a children's book.
"No! You need the Brother's Grimm!" England said, pushing a thick book to Italy.
"No way, dudes—Star Wars for the win!" America grinned, holding up a book about Star Wars.
"All of you are crazy—read about me!" Rome happily held up a Roman History book. I looked over all of the books that they chose.
"No need—I have a copy of all of those books." I said, smiling. They stared at me in surprise.
"But I didn't see any books in the house," England said slowly.
"But you didn't see the entire house. Where do ya think I got City of Bones from?" I said, grinning widely. "You people fail. Except for Gilbert, since he's awesome. He asked what I wanted to do. That only just saved him from failure." I added, giggling.
"That's right—I'M AWESOME!" Gilbert said, smirking. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, Beillschmidt. Come on, everyone. I know the titles to these books, so I can find them later. Let's go to the Mediterranean market Romulus saw." I said, turning to leave the bookstore. The countries followed me, leaving and walking to the car. I unlocked the car and got into the drivers seat. This time, Romulus and Feliciano sat alone in the back, Alfred and England in the middle and Gilbert next to me. I got out of the parking space, which a tiny Nissan ninja'd into.
The crazy drivers around here would be the death of me, ya know?
I began to drive to the one place in town that had foreign grocery stores—a 99 cent Ranch Market, an Middle East Market and the place where I used to buy pita bread—a Mediterranean market. I drove into the small parking lot for the three stores and parked in one of the nearly-always-empty parking spaces. People here needed to eat more foreign food and maple syrup doesn't count, even if it's Canadian. I hopped out of the car, pulling on my jacket now. It was around five o'clock—or around fourty degrees out. Chilly. We trooped into the brightly-lit Mediterranean market, bell chiming as we walked in. Rome immediately began to grab things he 'insisted' we needed. I shrugged and grabbed some pita bread. I loved the stuff.
After we got a basket, since we 'needed' too much stuff to carry and we filled the basket, I payed for the food. I wondered how I would survive if I got Korea or Russia or anyone else that was obsessed over something.
At least I was a legal adult, so alcohol was no problem. Thank goodness. I wonder how a kid would live with someone like Russia. The thought scared me.
We walked back to the car, getting tired of repeatedly carrying stuff to it. The trunk was filled with clothes and food now, with it getting later by the second. I suddenly was struck with something.
"Oh crap, what am I going to make for dinner?" I said aloud, a look of horror on my face. America grinned.
"I have my McDonald's unlimited gift card with me!" he said happily, waving the piece of plastic in my face.
"Then there's a meal for you. I hate McDonalds. We aren't going to McDonalds. There's probably some… uhh… there's…" I trailed off, looking around.
"Vee~~ there's an Italian restaurant!" Feliciano cried out, pointing at a restaurant called Olive Garden. I shuddered.
"I don't like their food." I said, looking around again. "There's always the option of Chinese takeout…" I muttered to myself, thinking out loud.
"The awesome me wouldn't mind eating Chinese food." Gilbert said, shrugging.
"I wouldn't mind either, I guess." England said.
"Vee~~ I don't mind." Feliciano said, a bit unhappy about not getting pasta.
"Then we are going to Panda Express, the only place to get decent Chinese cuisine. They have good Sweet and Sour chicken." I said, now pointing to a somewhat small restaurant with a glowing logo on the side. We all walked in, me smiling at the familiar scent of Chinese food. Once I got to the counter, the woman, whom I knew by May, smiled at me.
"Welcome to Panda Express. How many people are in your party?" she asked, a faint Chinese accent in her words.
"Table for… six, May." I said, glancing at the countries.
"Alright, Calvin. Just a few moments please." She said before turning to grab six table settings and menus. "Follow me please." She said and began to walk to a somewhat large table. She carefully placed the table settings—which had forks, knives, spoons and chopsticks—at the six tables. "Your waiter will be with you in a few moments." She said before walking away. I sat at the a corner, America next to me with Italy next to him. Across from Italy, there was Rome, England next to him and Prussia sitting across from me. America turned to look at me.
"Wow Calvin, you seem to know a lot of people." He said, slightly surprised. I shrugged.
"I've lived here since I was ten. Then, I lived closer to town and shared a room with my sisters. Not fun." I said, resting my chin on my hands. A man wearing the Chinese uniform with short black hair walked over.
"Hello, my name's Lin. I will be your waiter for tonight. What would you like to drink?" he said, smiling a bit.
"Waters for all of us. Oh, and if you put lemon in the water, could I have mine without lemon?" I said, looking at him. He scribbled that down.
"So, six waters, one without lemon?" he repeated, looking at the notepad. I nodded.
"Alright. Are you ready to order?" he asked, still holding the notepad. I shook my head.
"No, we still need a few minutes." I said, looking at him again.
"Alright, I'll be back in a few minutes with your waters." He said before walking away. I grabbed a menu.
"I'm going to get the Sweet and Sour chicken. What're you going to get, Alfred?" I stated before turning to look at the man next to me. He stared at his menu for a few seconds before replying.
"I'm going to get Barbeque pork." He replied.
"M'kay. Feliciano, what are you going to get?" I looked past America to the brunette nation who was staring blankly at his menu. He looked at me, worried.
"I don't know what I'm going to get. Can I get the same thing as you?" he asked hopefully. I nodded.
"So you're getting Sweet and Sour chicken too… it tastes really good, trust me. It isn't overly sour, don't worry." I said, smiling at him. I turned to the next person. "So, Romulus, what're you going to get?" I asked, staring at him. He blankly stared at the menu.
"Uhh… this 'Chow Mein' sounds good…" he said slowly.
"Alright, so you're having Chow Mein. Arthur, what're you going to get?" I turned to the other blonde country. He furrowed his oversized eyebrows.
"I do believe I will get… the Sweetfire Chicken breast. It sounds good." England stated simply.
"Alright then. Gilbert, what'll you get?" I turned to the country sitting across from me. He looked at the menu before looking at me.
"What do you suggest?" he asked, tilting his head. I looked at the menu.
"Uh, other than Sweet and Sour chicken… I say to get their Orange chicken. It tastes amazing." I said, looking at the menu.
"Then the awesome me will get Orange chicken." He replied. Right then, Lin returned with six glasses of water.
"Here you all go. Are you ready to order now?" he said, looking at us.
"We're ready to order. Could I get the Sweet and Sour chicken with a side of steamed rice? If it's possible, could I also get the sauce on the side?" I said, looking at him with a smile.
"Alright, so Sweet and Sour chicken, sauce on the side with a side of steamed rice. Sir, what would you like?" he asked, looking at Gilbert.
"I'm going to get Orange chicken with fried rice." Gilbert said simply.
"Orange chicken and fried rice. Got it. What would you like, sir?" Lin asked, looking at America.
"Could I get Barbeque pork with fried rice?" America asked with an infectious smile.
"Barbeque pork and fried rice. M'kay. What would you like?" Lin asked, turning to England.
"I would like to get the Sweetfire Chicken breast with steamed rice, please." England stated simply.
"Sweetfire Chicken with steamed rice. Alright. What would you like?" Lin asked, turning to Rome.
"I will get Chow Mein and steamed rice please." Rome said, looking at his menu. Lin nodded as he wrote that down and turned to Italy.
"Vee~~ I will get Sweet and Sour chicken with steamed rice, please!" Italy said, smiling brightly.
"Alright, Sweet and Sour chicken for you too. Your food will be out in around twenty to thirty minutes." Lin said, walking away. We mainly talked about simple things, such as what China would think of this place, for the time until our food came. I giggled about what China would say to Panda Express.
"He'd love the name, and critique the food. A lot." I said, taking a sip of my water. Lin walked over, another waiter following him. We had apparently ordered so much food that they needed two waiters to deliver it.
"Alright, here's your pork," Lin said, carefully placing America's food in front of him. "Here's your Chow Mein," he said, placing Rome's food in front of him. "Here's your Orange Chicken," Lin said, putting Prussia's food in front of him. "Here's your chicken," he said, setting Italy's food in front of him. "And here's your chicken." Lin finished, carefully setting my food in front of me. He then put the sides of rice next to our plates. "I hope you enjoy your meal."
After an uneventful dinner, we paid for the meal—which cost a pretty penny, I'll say—said goodbye to May and left to go home. Right as I was about to enter the car, Prussia grabbed my arm.
"The awesome me decided what I want to do, Kitten." He said in an extremely serious tone. I looked at him.
"Yeah, Gil?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We need more bier." He stated simply. I facepalmed.
"Nice dramatic buildup to nothing, Prussia." I stated, probably looking like Sweden as I glared at him. He rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Whatever. I know you'll buy bier for me, Kitten." He said, getting into the passenger side seat.
"Whatever. Hey, everyone, we're going to the liquor store. I'm buying German beer. Any requests?" I called into the back of the car.
"Could you get scotch or whiskey, please?" England asked.
"M'kay, one person wants scotch or whiskey. Any other requests?" I asked again.
"Beer for me." America said.
"Bud Lite or Guinness?" I asked, looking at him. He appeared to go deep in though.
"Bud Lite for me." He said finally. I nodded.
"Italy? Rome? You two want anything?" I asked the other two countries.
"Could I have wine?" Rome asked. I nodded.
"So, German beer, scotch or whiskey, Bud Lite and wine," I stated simply. "What about you, Italy?"
"Vee~~ I don't drink." Italy said.
"Air-five Italy. I don't drink either." I said, smiling at him. I drove to the liquor store, keeping an eye on the dark roads. It was roughly seven o'clock at night, and I didn't want to crash. The trip to the liquor store carried on much like last time, however with me helping England, America and Rome find their respective kinds of alcohol. I boredly wondered how the fuck a teenager would've dealt with them.
That's a funny mental image, heh heh.
I paid for the alcohol, John looking at me concernedly.
"Why do you need so much alcohol? You don't even drink!" he said, looking at me worried.
"Alfred and Gilbert want more beer, Arthur wants scotch or whiskey and Romulus wants wine. Feliciano doesn't want any alcohol." I said before leaning in the whisper in his ear. "I'm going to go cold turkey on them eventually, though." John smiled.
"Good luck with that, Cal." He said, laughing a bit. I nodded, the countries picking up their alcohol.
Seriously, I am going to go cold turkey. Maybe when I get someone like Switzerland to protect me…
Yeah, when I get Switzerland or Germany. That'd work.
We went home in relative silence, all of us wearing a jacket. I was right in the premonition that it'd get WAY colder.
Once I opened the garage and parked the van in it, I unlocked the car and stretched. It was quite dark out, with barely visible lights coming from the town. An idea struck me.
"Hey, once all of the stuff is in the house, we're going on a hike." I said to the five nations that were pulling various things out of the trunk. America looked at me, confused, holding roughly twelve bags of clothes.
"But isn't it dark out?" he asked, looking around.
"It's a night-hike. I used to love doing them closer to midnight with my siblings, but I don't have anything planned for the rest of the evening." I said, grabbing six bags of clothing. England looked at me.
"Won't we get lost?" he asked, concerned.
"I know my way around here like the back of my hand, don't worry." I said, smiling. We carried all of the stuff into the house, putting alcohol into the refrigerator and getting clothes to the correct rooms. My cat reappeared, since it somehow got into the basement again. Tiger occasionally did that, with me trying to find a better way of preventing it from going down there. He always found a way, creepily enough.
Once everything was in the correct place, I gathered the nations in my entry hall. Italy was hiding behind Prussia, Rome was talking with England and America was staring at me. Creepy. I clapped my hands and smiled.
"Okay, everyone! We're going on a night hike. This is a relatively simple hike, which you have to do when it's dark out. No exceptions. I want all of you to line up in order of height, shortest to tallest. Italy was first, followed by England, followed by Prussia, followed by America who was, in turn, followed by Rome. I looked at them. "Okay, now put your hands on the shoulders of the person in front of you. Italy, put your hands on my shoulders. But in a few minutes." I said, looking at all of them. "Also, when I tell you to, close your eyes." I opened the door and shivered. "Come outside, guys, but you're not allowed to look up." They obediently followed these instructions, not looking up. I closed the door and locked it.
"Vee~~ it's very cold…" Italy whined. I sighed.
"Yeah, yeah. Put your hands on my shoulders. Also, people, whatever you do, DON'T LET GO OF THE PERSON IN FRONT OF YOU." I said, voice rising a bit. "Okay, now all of you, close your eyes. When the person in front of you walks, you walk. It's a trust walk and a night hike." I said, looking behind me to make sure they all had their eyes closed. They looked at me worriedly before closing their eyes. I looked ahead and began to walk.
By following a mountain trail that I had forged of glow-in-the-dark ribbons and crushed foliage, I went up to the one mountain that was in easy walking distance. It was the reason that there was a town there, since it could block the harsh northern winds. The mountain was also called Fool's Memories, since there was what was thought to have been gold around twenty years ago, the locals trying their hardest to keep it secret once they found that it was Fool's Gold, or Iron Pyrite. However, because of the mining, the top of the mountain was cleared of any trees, leaving it as an amazing observation area of stars and the town, which looked interesting during the night.
I carefully led the group of nations around, going off the path and over fallen logs. After I made it to the Fool, as I called it, I led them around to the side that faced away from town. I stopped abruptly.
"Open your eyes, guys, and look up." I said, looking to the sky. The clouds from the previous snowstorm had cleared away and left the stars coldly glittering in the sea of velvet like shards of ice.
"Wow…" America said, his breath visible in the frigid air.
"Vee~~ the sky is bello…" Italy said in amazed wonder. I cracked a grin.
"Yep. We don't get much smog here, since the northern wind blows it south. As such, we get to see the sky. Walk around this mound here and look down." I said, walking around the absolute summit of the large hill on a path. The countries followed, interested. There, laid out like a carefully designed mosaic, was the town. It had followed a pattern to being created, with the absolute idea was to form a circle with lines radiating inwards. The town looked gorgeous, cars almost moving in a rhythm.
"Wow." Gilbert said, staring in amazement at the town. "That's… crazy." England mostly stared at it with a grins spreading across his face.
"That's… fantastic!" he finally said, staring at the town in amazement. I smiled a bit.
"I know. It's probably the reason I didn't leave when my dad lost custody of us." I said simply.
"Hey, I've got a question." Rome said, looking at me.
"Hm? Fire away." I said, looking at him.
"So… what did your father do to you?" he asked, tilting his head. "And why didn't people do anything about it until you were older apparently?" he asked, confused.
"My thoughts exactly." Alfred said simply. I sighed.
"My father… he went insane after my mother died. I didn't find out until two months later, when Clara couldn't speak. He had apparently terrified her into absolute speechlessness. I didn't know what to do, being eight after all. Around a year later, he went into a rage and attempted to hurt Tanya, my littlest sister. My mother had died giving birth to her. He blamed her for the fact that my mother died. Not the fact that my mother had been raped to have Tanya, which is why she doesn't really look like any of us." I said, sitting on a boulder. The five countries sat in front of me, looking sad.
"I stood up for Tanya, and got her to be safe for periods of time with the other siblings. 'Dad' blamed me for the fact that Clara couldn't speak, that Christine was albino, that Sam was having a hard time learning how to read and that Jonathan preferred music. Sam was dyslexic. Clara was terrified by him. Christine was doing fine. Jonathan was told by our mother to find what he was good at and work at it. He would repeatedly hit me, but so that people couldn't notice. He hit me with a belt. He would hold my head underwater for long periods of time. He burned a word into my back with a lighter—traitor. My father was… insane. He either had no idea what he was doing, or he did know and didn't care." I continued, looking into the distance. I didn't want to get caught up in another flashback.
"But the reason why it took until I was seventeen to be pulled out of that house of horrors was the fact that he made it hard for me to tell. I wasn't allowed to be in an after school activity that could've given me an adult to talk to. I wasn't allowed to talk to any of my teachers and was forced to scrape by with borderline grades. They thought that I wasn't trying hard enough and that I had admirable people skills, though. Worst of all, there was one thing that he tried to prevent me from having: friends. With that, he failed." I said, smiling a bit.
"I was supposed to get the groceries every week. Once, when I was fourteen, I accidentally walked into a woman who was carrying her groceries to her car. But if you meet her, she'll say she walked into me. Anyway, both of our groceries fell and hit the ground, which equated to a giant mess of eggs, milk, flour, sugar and various other ingredients all over us and the ground. After immediately apologizing and helping each other stand, we introduced ourselves. I was Cath at the time and she was Marth. I commented that it was like the video game character, and she laughed with me. That's how we met. Next week, I went to the grocery store. I was attempting to reach something that they had placed ludicrously high—I was also really short back then—and Martha helped me. We laughed and called each other 'cake buddies'. We continually met at the grocery store, and we would talk about random things. She considered me a younger sibling, while I considered her my best friend. That continued until I was sixteen and learned what 'abuse' was. I couldn't trust teachers at school, or any other person my age. So I went to 'Marth'. She had watched my siblings, I had helped her clean—we trusted each other. I finally told her what was going on. She stared before hugging me, talking about how her 'little cake buddy' could've gone through so much." I said, holding my knees to my chest for a little warmth.
"And then, we began to figure out how to get evidence against my father. What we ended up doing was setting up voice recorders, of all things, since we could record him without having to say that we were. After getting a weeks worth of evidence, carefully cutting out any unnecessary audio, we went to the police. And, as they say, the rest was history. He lost custody of us, and Martha gained custody for a week. I, once I was eighteen, became the legal guardian of my family. He's still awaiting trial now, six years later. Actually, only for two years. He hid for the other four." I finished.
"So… wait… you quietly suffered for eight years?" America said. I nodded.
"Yeah…" I said, and hopped up. "I personally am getting hypothermia. Let's go back to the house."
"Okay, then." Rome said, following me. The other units all stood up stiffly, having sat in the same place for too long.
"M'kay. We just need to follow the glow-in-the-dark ribbons back." I said, pointing to one of said ribbons. We all began to follow the slight trail down the mountain and back to my house. It was roughly nine thirty at night, extremely dark and freezing cold. Our breath was clearly visible in the air, fingers becoming numb. I shivered a bit. An arm unexpectedly pulled me against a warm body.
"Are you cold, Kitten?" It was Prussia, the perv. Still, it doesn't hurt if it keeps me warm. I nodded jerkily. He pulled me tighter against him. I glanced at the other nations, nervous. They probably didn't care. The house was visible in the darkness, only around thirty yards away. Once we walked up to the front door, I unlocked the door with the key in my coat pocket. We all walked into the toasty warm house, sighing at the temperature difference.
"It's nice in here…" England said, a slight smile on his face. I suddenly remembered something.
"Hey, Arthur, Romulus—you have to pick out rooms!" I said, a smile on my face. They looked at me. "Follow me~!" I said happily, already walking up the stairs. They probably think I'm bipolar… I thought, sighing a bit. We went into the middle hallway, the one with all of the nation-claimed rooms. "Okay, so the room at the end of the hallway is a bathroom, the one furthest on the left is mine, America is across from me, Italy is next to me and Prussia is that one right there, first on the right.
"I want to be next to my adorable little grandson!" Rome cried out and took the first room on the left. England sighed.
"Guess I'll take the one in between the git and the other pervert…" he said simply and walked into the bedroom. I yawned and walked towards my room, nodding sleepily at the three other countries that had walked upstairs. I went into my room and changed into my pajamas. I grabbed two toothbrushes and toothpaste tubes. England chose a white toothbrush and Rome chose a purple toothbrush. I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and walked back into my room, where I collapsed onto the bed, took off my glasses and fell into unconsciousness, one thought appearing in my exhausted mind.
I thought the days would get longer and they did.
*Good
**How are you, Grandfather?
***Good! How are you?
****Good (more formal).
Bello means beautiful. :D
And yeah, I was coming up with overly-creative terms for making French toast. xD Oh well. They make you laugh a bit. :3
I love Yogurt land, so I had to write out a whole sequence for it, ya know? XD
And fluff~~ I was originally planning on making a poll on what the pairing should be, but for the moment it's PruCal. :D I made a shipping name for it even! :D *is sleep deprived* :3
And I had no idea what to write for the kiss. So yeah. Fear me and my horrible skillz. XD
Before you ask, I randomly made there be another book Calvin wrote. It (most likely) doesn't exist.
Don't own Panda Express. If I did, I would be a millionaire. That place is amazing. :D I reeeeeaaaally dragged some scenes out though. :/
Sorry for another sad scene… I had to prove that her father was bad… and absolutely insane. ._.
And MOAR FLURF! 8D
Oh. Ehm. Gee. Twenty six pages in word. My sister was telling me to cut it off at fifteen. XD
Read and Review, please! :D
Errors pointed out by CandyCoatedCute fixed. Hungary, not Hungry. xD