Hi guys! I really am starting to post every day, aren't I? (cough 3rd chapter 2day) I enjoy this! This fic is really enjoyable, since I get to add all my friends to it! I love being able to use all these witty comebacks as well. Sorry if this forward is kinda crappy, it's midnight now, and I'm waiting for my cousin. So yeah. This chapter adds some plot! YAY PLOT!
As we landed at the Italian airport, I nudged Syd, who had fallen asleep. She in turn shook Romano, causing some mighty cursing. Italy and I just laughed. Romano grumbled, and slouched in his seat. Syd grinned, a mischievous look in her eyes. She carefully reached out, extended a finger, and poked Romano in the side. He jolted up, looking around wildly. Me and Italy were laughing hysterically, and Syd was pulling an amazing poker face. Romano glared at her, then turned away. She poked him again. He turned, growling, and yelled at her. Her poker face was on, and she looked confused. It was awesome, until she lost it. She burst out laughing with the rest of us, and Romano glared. Thus began the Syd/Romano poking war.
We took a taxi to the Italian twins' house, which was honestly more like a mansion. Syd walked in the door, then gaped in astonishment. The place was huge! The long walkway led to a fancy flight of stairs, with awesome railings. Syd glanced at me. "You thinkin what I'm thinkin?" "Oh yeah. But first," I turned to Italy to ask if it would be ok, but we had bounded up the stairs….and was sliding down the rail, incredibly fast. "Guess that answers my question!" I muttered, then shot up the stairs behind Syd.
After a lot of sliding, crashing, and laughing, the four of us collapsed at the foot of the stairs. Yes, even Romano had decided to join in! "Best. Day. Ever." Sydney managed to choke out over her convulsions. Of laughter. Italy jumped up. "Who wants PASTA?" Syd nodded, still unable to speak. She helped Romano to his feet, and he leaned on her shoulder heavily. We managed to stumble into the kitchen, where we all fell into chairs. Sydney took out a camera and took a picture of us. I'm positive we all had the stupidest looks on our faces. She then pulled out her laptop. Romano scooted his chair over to watch her. Then he punched her. She punched him back, trying to hide a smile. "Really? Are you f*cking kidding me? Bastard!" Sydney decided to correct him. "I believe it's bastarda."
After we all ate (somehow) we retired to rooms. Me and Sydney shared a room with a bunk bed. The top was immediately claimed by Sydney, who seemed to think she had some sort of right. I rolled my eyes, but didn't complain. If we got into an argument, she would win. The girl got skills. She's torn between being a lawyer, an author, and a veterinarian. And of course, her specialty, the crazy cat lady. It's a running joke between us. As we lay in bed, I decided to ask her a question. "Hey dude. You awake?" "No~, I'm skydiving. Whaddaya want?" "Do you think our parents are worried about us?" She was silent for a while, long enough for me to worry that she had fallen asleep. "Well…in stories like this there's no real consistency between the dimension they're in and the world they left." "But this isn't a story! This is real! You're just…you can never shut up about Hetalia! This is some big game to you! But no~, you don't even care about our parents! We could be stuck here forever, and you won't care! You can live your dream, never caring about your family!" There was dead silence, in which I immediately regretted what I'd said. When she did speak, her voice was deadly quiet. Scary quiet.
"Don't you ever say anything like that again. Ever." "I-I didn't-" "Yes, you did. Have you ever thought, maybe, I'm just pushing it away? Maybe I'm living a dream, but don't ever say I've forgot my life. I might not be a cold heartless monster who decides to throw away 14 years of her life, maybe I'm just a girl who believed in magic for those 14 years, and isn't gonna stop now. We got put here, we're gonna be able to get back. So. If you can't understand me like that, if you're gonna blow up like that, I'm gonna have to leave." "What? N-no! I didn't mean it like that! Why-" "Because I don't want to be friends, or around someone who I thought was my friend. Who now thinks I'm a monster." And with that, she turned over and didn't say another word.
In the morning, Sydney was cool, treating me politely, giving calm straight answers to everything. But the one time she looked me in the eyes, I saw pain there. Horrifying pain, that seemed deep-rooted. It was worse than the silent treatment, which she was scarily good at giving. She just wouldn't speak. At all. I had gotten it once. Worst. Experience. Of. My. Life. But this…was awful. And it was all my fault. The twins weren't up yet, leaving me alone with her. Horrible. She calmly made herself breakfast, not offering any to me. Yet, being her friend for over 8 years, I could sense the quietly smoldering anger coming off her in waves. At one point she sat down on the couch with her laptop, typing away at whatever story she was working on. I hesitated, hovering in the doorway, then taking a deep breath, walked over to her. I tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to remove her earbuds and look up at me, her rainbow colored eyes cool. I noticed the streaks of orange slicing through the iris'. Sydney had eyes that changed with her mood. When she was hyperactive, they turned a lime green, when she was content, they were a pale blue, when happy they were a hazel color, when she was sad they turned mud brown, but if it was bad, a weird colored rim around the pupils that left streaks of the color in the brown. But when she was angry, they turned a greyish, with orange stripes. It took a long time to recognise these signs, but I was really good at it. Right now though, it was amazing. Breathtaking I mean. Seriously.
Her iris' were a grey-brown, with a lavender rim around the pupils. The lavender intersected the orange, making her eyes shimmer. I stared for a moment, then composed myself. "Please, please talk to me again! I don't know what made me blow up last night! I'm so, so, sorry! Please!" She looked at me, uncertainly flickering in her freakishly cool eyes. Then she sighed. "Dude…you have no idea. But I'll forgive you. On one condition. Well, two actually." I nodded vigorously. "Never mention this to anyone. And never, ever, say anything like that again." I nodded, then smiled weakly. She responded with a grin. "Dude?" "Yeah?" "You should have seen your eyes when you were mad. Damn! I am so jealous!"
After Syd had taken off to the bathroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of her iris', I finally relaxed. I sat down on the couch, pulling out my own laptop, and listened to my own music. Syd came in after a while, grinning like a maniac. "I looked like a f*cking demon! That was so cool!" I snorted. "And here I am, stuck with boring old brown." She rolled her eyes. "Lemme guess, you keep a chart of my eyes so you can judge my moods?" "Um…" "No way! What happens when I'm hyperactive?" And then, we spent the rest of the morning talking her eye colors. What are friends for?
This chapter is like this for one reason. I listened to nightcore Friends while I was writing this! Syd's eye color weirdness was just something I wanted to write about, don't ask why. It's a mix of what happens to me and my friend Kathryn's eyes. Cool, no? Anyway, if I spent too much time on this, I apologise. I always thought it would be cool if friends could judge others by their eye color. So. Cool. But this fight is crucial to the plot, believe me. So long, and I hope you have fun thinking about THAT!