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Q.o.D: SOOOOOOO... we moved to our homeland and we had to adjust right away to our school and environment annnnnnd we had PERIODICALS
Blue: We actually were very, very busy, but we updated little by little through the months since WE LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!
Q.o.D: LET'S START MY MINIONS *plays too much League of Legends*
"IT'S SO BEAUTIFU-" America was briefly cut off by the entering of a fly into his mouth, making its merry way down the country's throat. He gagged, hissed, and then fell to the ground.
"America!" Mai knelt down by his side. "America, no, no. . ."
"Don't worry, Tokyo. . . At least I could die happy. . . with you by my si-" He was interrupted with a sharp slap to the cheek. Shocked, he gaped at the Asian, forgetting the fly for just a brief moment.
"How dare you! Hurting an innocent fly like that!" Mai stood up and kicked America in the gut. "America, you idiot!" With that said, she stomped away.
Philippines approached America, squatting over to observe him. He was writhing in both pain and the fly, wheezing like no tomorrow. Feeling a bit sorry for the nation, she lifted her hand and brought it down full force onto the stomach of the blonde. "Karate chop!"
America coughed the fly out, which flopped onto the ground in a small pool of saliva. It tried to flutter its wings to set off, but it was no use. It had no energy left. This was its end. It was going to die in this disgusting, sticky liquid.
Mai quickly ran to the fly's side and got on all fours. "Oh my gosh! Oh, you poor, poor thing. . . Fate has been cruel." A single tear slid down her cheek. She leaned in closer to the insect and asked, "Any last words?"
The fly, using what was left of its strength, buzzed its last reply.
"What? Delete your search history? I never knew flies had internet! Much less porn. . ."
"I'm guessing the fly is a dude. . ." Prussia muttered.
Italy, having caught the white-haired man's words, asked curiously, "How do you know?"
Prussia winced. Darn, he heard me! He smiled. This should be fun.
Turning his gaze to him, he asked in a playful tone, "Do you really want to know?"
Italy nodded.
The Prussian man smirked. He brought his mouth close to Italy's ear and began to spill all his info. The Italian seemed normal at first, but his expression turned into a fearful one and he ran off screaming to Germany halfway through the explanation. "GERMANY, GERMANY, I'A NEVER KNEW'A FLIES HAD'A PORN! I'A CANNOT UNSEE'A THESE IMAGES'A IN MY'A MIND ANYMORE!
"PRUSSIA, WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM!?"
"NOTHING, I SWEAR!"
"THEN WHY IS HE RAMBLING ABOUT FLY PORN!?"
Mai's face turned red. Don't they have any respect to the shrine? How dare they act like that! Cracking her knuckles, she was about to land a punch right in their stomachs but was too late. Somebody else had went to punish them. And it was her dearest Japan-onii-san. He had brought his katana out of its sheath and swung it, cutting off a bit of Prussia's hair and Germany's sleeve. "I'd appreciate it if you both would keep quiet. We are at a shrine, after all."
"You can't tell me what to do!" The fire in Prussia's eyes was immediately blown away when the point of the blade was centimeters away from his throat.
"Prussia-san, I know you can't die. You, after all, are a micronation now. But I will not hesitate to cut off every limb on your body, slowly and oh so very painfully. Then proceed to hide each of your limbs in different places, places where no man would go, so you will never move again. You'll just stay still, unmoving, much like a broken, pathetic doll."
"That. . . That was so beautiful!" Russia sniffed, dabbing the side of his eyes with his sleeve. A tear had began to form. "He's learning so much. . ."
"Aiyah! What happened to my cute little brother!?"
"I've put him through the videos of hentai and horror," Mai said proudly. "He is not the same Japan you knew."
"How'a is that'a even relevant'a to the'a topic?" Romano asked. The Italian loved anime, however he was not that open with it. He was somewhat embarrassed liking the Japanese cartoons - after all, he was a grown man and he should be liking action movies rather than that.
Mai grinned maliciously. "You wanna see?"
"I. . . I'll'a pass," Romano insisted.
The brunette simply shrugged at this and decided to drop the topic, moving on to what she had planned. "Anyways, I might as well give you a small tour. After all, I brought you guys here to enjoy at least a tiny portion of your trip to my place."
Everyone glanced at each other, looked at Mai, and then gathered around her. "Enlighten me, madame~" France said, handing a rose to the capital.
Mai smiled and nodded. "Sure thing." She sniffed the rose and spun it around in her fingers, humming softly. "Okay, so let me tell you a little history about this shrine."
"Meiji Shrine is dedicated to the deified spirits of Emperor Meiki and his consort, Empress Shoken. It was completed in 1920, eight years after the death of the emperor and six years after the death of the empress.
"The shrine, however, was destroyed during the Second World War. Though, it was rebuilt shortly after."
"Interesting," Philippines mused. "So, in Japanese religion, humans can be deified?"
"Pretty much," Mai replied. She entered the shrine grounds, passing under the huge gate-like structure. "What I just passed is a torii gate. These gates are important in shrine structures. Over there"- she gestured to something that looked like a well-"is a temizuya. It's what is used to cleanse the hands and mouth. Romano, I think you should give it a try."
"Hey!" Romano's face turned a bright red. "Come on, I don't swear that much."
Laughter filled the air. The laughter of the nations and capital, to be exact.
"Oh, my gosh, Romano! You're so funny, bro, nice one!" America said, patting the Italian on the back. "But really, we think you should give it a try. Maybe your mouth will be more cleaner."
Romano was about to shoot an insult, but then remembered that he was on sacred ground, so he bit it back and scowled. "Whatever. I'll do it, but we'll all have to do it. I mean, I'm not the only one who says nasty stuff, right?"
The countries' reactions were various mutterings, nods, and shrugs. "Good idea, Romano! Come on, let's go, guys~" Mai urged the nations, pushing them toward the temizuya.
It wasn't that far from where they were so it didn't take long until they've reached the cleansing area. Each of them took turns, dipping their hands in the water and washing their mouth. And for some strange reason, they felt a little lighter after.
Once they were done, they continued their tour. But something was wrong. It was quiet. Far too quiet. Sure, America was blabbering and Prussia was bragging about his awesomeness, but something was completely off. And everyone knew what it was. But they were far too scared and tired to bring up the question.
However, Germany was brave. He asked, "Where's Italy?"
"I. . . I don't know. The last place I saw him was. . ." England's voice trailed off as his eyes widened in realization.
Romano groaned. "Don't'a tell me'a that idiot. . ."
"Quick, everyone! Back to temizuya!"
The group of countries (and capital) ran to the temizuya. And as they got closer, they could hear high-pitched screams coming from the well.
"Italy!" Mai gasped, leaning over the mouth of the well.
There was Italy, flailing and screeching like no tomorrow inside the waters. "HELP'A ME, I'A CAN'T SWIM!" He would fall under for a few moments and the shortly shoot back up only to fall once again. It was a pitiful sight.
"Italy-san! It's okay, you can swim!" Japan reminded, leaning over the mouth of the well. "Remember that time in WWII when we got stuck in the island? You swam! Just do what you did then!"
"I'A CAN'T I'M'A CLAUSTROPHOBIC!"
Romano climbed over the edges of the well. "DON'T'A WORRY, FRATELLINO, I'LL'A SAVE YOU!" The Italian jumped, despite the disapproving comments of his group mates.
"WAIT'A, BROTHER, NO-"
SPLASH!
"GODDAMMIT, I'A CAN'T SWIM'A EITHER IN'A THIS SMALL'A SPACE!"
Now we had two idiots screaming.
"Don't worry, Romano, boss will save you!" Spain was about to climb over the edge, but Mai stopped him.
"No. Spain, we shouldn't do anything rash. We must use our coconuts." Mai insisted.
She brought out a rope (where did she get that?) and threw one end into the well while she held the other. The Italian brothers hastily grabbed onto the rope, sputtering out words in their native language.
She tugged the rope, digging her heels into the ground, but nothing happened. She was far too weak to pull up two grown Italian men. "Guys, help me out!"
". . . No, we're fine." the countries replied, backing up a few steps. "It's best that we leave them there."
"Oh, come on," Germany sighed. "I'll give it a shot." He took a hold of the rope and hauled it up with ease, causing the brothers to fly and land on Mai.
"Where's that smoke coming from?" America asked.
"From Tokyo-chan's head." Japan replied coolly.
"Can we make barbecue out of the heat?"
"Possibly.."
Before they knew it, Mai threw Italy and Romano in the well. "Repent!"
BACK AT THE SPR BUILDING
"What's the matter big boss?" Yasu asked.
As expected, no answer.
"Don't you think that Mai and her guy friend are so close? They're-"
"What was that, Yasu?" Naru didn't just cut him off, but a vase flew at Yasu.
"Oh, does it look like Big Boss is jealous." Whatever Yasu was doing, he wants it to end with him in a coffin. "Do you want revenge?"
A simple nod from Naru didn't cut it. Yasu wasn't completely convinced.
Naru sighed. "Call the rest."
Yasu shouted at the top of his lungs: "WELCOME TO MY SCHOOL OF REVENGE!"
BACK WITH MAI AND HER CREW
"Tokyo-san, are you completely sure you want to cancel the tour?" Japan wearily asked his still fuming sister.
Mai had her arms crossed and spoke in a firm voice when she answered: "Yes. Thank those two pasta brains there."
"I'm'a really, really sorry, Signora Tokyo! I'a didn't mean'a to fall'a into the well, I swear!"
"Apologize all you want, Italy, but that will get you nowhere. When Tokyo-san is angry, no one can convince her. Just give her some time."
Italy frowned, but retreated silently next to Germany. He found it strange that Mai had taken them into the forest. Maybe she needed some time to walk off the anger. But why would she bring them along? Was she punishing them by taking them along? Oh, he's never felt this guilty.
But he shouldn't be discouraged! Yes, that's right; he should just learn from this! He will keep his head held up high and- AHHH, TOKYO IS DEATH GLARING HIM!
"It's okay," Germany insisted. "Just keep calm and ignore it. She's a nice person - she won't hurt you or anything. I think."
"That'a doesn't make'a me feel'a any safer!"
Suddenly, the sound of kittens purring started emitting from Mai's direction. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. What were cats doing in this forest? Were they lost?
But the thought was instantly washed away when the booming sound of thunder overpowered the kittens and the slow, painful screams of humans.
". . . Holy rainbow-flavored hamburgers! What the hell is going on?"
"Stop being so over-dramatic, America, it's just my ringtone." Mai huffed, bringing out her Samsung Galaxy Note II. ". . . Wait, why do you guys look so scared?"
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that your phone just nearly gave us a heart attack. But don't worry, we're totally fine." England muttered, folding his arms.
"Stop being so sarcastic, caterpillar brows." Mai shot a glare at England, who returned it.
Nonetheless, the Japanese teen answered the call.
Beep-beep-beep. . .
"Tsk. The jerk hung off." Mai sighed, clicking her phone shut. "Whatever, let's keep going."
"Um, I have a question," Philippines stated.
"What is it, Philippines?"
"Why are we here?"
"Oh, that. Nothing. I'm just trying to walk off my anger. But I remembered I couldn't leave you guys alone since one of you might get lost so I decided to take you along."
"Ah. . . I guess that's true. . ."
"Don't worry, I feel much better now! Let's go back, okay?"
Philippines blinked. For a moment, she stared at her friend. But then a small smile made its way to her lips. "Okay," she said.
Click! Click! Click!
Japan was taking photos of the capital and country. "Yaoi is best, but yuri is okay, too!"
"JAPAN-ONII-SAN!"
Suddenly, a voice that was far different from any of theirs spoke: "Let's play?"
The group fell silent as they whipped their heads around to find the owner of the voice. But all they saw was the tall, sturdy trees of the forest.
"Dude, what was that. . .?" America nervously asked.
"I think it was your mom." Prussia replied, receiving a glare from the blonde. "Hey, it was just a joke!"
Giggles came from all directions - male, female, child. . . The fact that it echoed did not help.
"AH, EAT THE GERMAN FIRST!" Philippines yelled, hiding behind America.
A certain blonde German muttered, "Hey, I'm right here, you know. . ."
"Don't worry, Philippines! I, the hero, am not afraid!"
"Wait, guys, look! Over there, by the bushes," France exclaimed, pointing at the said bush.
"Japan-onii-san. . ."
"Hai, I'll get to it, Tokyo-san."
Japan shot a rare reassuring smile at his younger sister. He knew that no matter how tough she was, she still got scared from time to time. It's natural, he guessed, since she was a girl.
Bringing out his katana from its sheath, he slowly approached the bush. His footsteps were extremely light and quiet. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and his heart was beating with adrenaline. What could be hiding there? Whatever it was, he had to be ready if it was to attack.
When he saw what the bush held, he stopped in his tracks. No way. What are. . . those doing there? Who would do such a thing, especially near a shrine?
"Japan-onii-san, what? What is there?" Mai asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
She slowly approached the Japanese man. He was pale and his face was painted with shock. At first, Mai didn't understand, but when he caught his gaze, everything pieced together. She let out a high-pitched scream, piercing the silence like a bullet.
An arm, two eyes, and a beat-up head was placed neatly inside the bush.
When the countries took a look, they were utterly shocked.
"OHMAIGAWD GERMANYYYYYYYY!" Italy shrieked. He felt the world spin for a second or two, his stomach twist, and something pull him out of his consciousness. It was Germany who caught him.
"SPAIN, YOU'A JERK, DO'A SOMETHING!" Romano demanded, shaking the Spaniard (as if that would do any good).
"LO SIENTO, LOVI, BOSS IS TOO SHOCKED TO DO ANYTHING RIGHT NOW-"
"CHIGIIIII!"
Prussia and England seemed to have grown pale while France just screamed his head off.
"Everyone! Stay calm, we shouldn't be panicking right now." America said, a serious look on his face. "Let's all just quietly exit the fore- TOKYO, BEHIND YOU!"
Mai jerked her head around to meet the face of a tall, horrid creature. It looked like the demon spawn of a kappa and shark.
Despite the fear that was forming inside her stomach, she did not waste a minute in protecting her and her friends. She brought out a frying pan, gifted by Hungary-senpai, and swung it madly at the beast.
"THIS IS SPARTA!"
MEANWHILE AT GREECE. . .
"Achoo!"
"Ah, Greece, are you okay?"
"Hm. . . That's strange. Japan said that if you sneeze, someone is talking about you. . ."
"Oh? Well, you must be popular then?"
"Ma. . .ybe. . ."
"Wah, Greece, don't fall asleep while driving!"
BACK WITH MAI AND HER CREW
"Wow, I kinda feel sorry for it."
"See, America-san? That is Tokyo-san's wrath. Try not to bring that our of her."
"I wonder how it'll taste with mangoes. . ."
"Philippines, don't you even dare cook that thing. . ."
"I bet it'll taste better than your cooking, eyebrows!"
"Hey!"
The group was now huddled around the monster, which was beaten and bloody. Mai did not spare the poor thing, scared of what it might do if she did, and went full-out against it. It was quite weak for a monster.
"Well, we're safe now and that's all that matters." Mai threw the frying pan up in the air and it spun a few times before disappearing completely in the air. When the countries all gave her a look, she replied, "Magic. Don't ask. And Italy, don't poke that thing with a stick!"
"Vee~ But I need to check if it's alive so Signora Philippines can cook it. . ."
"We are not cooking it, Italy-san!"
"Wait a minute. Since when did monsters have zippers?" Mai asked as she slowly unzipped the - what was it? - mask. Once she pulled off the mask, she couldn't believe whose face that it concealed.
"Hey, it's that guy from SPR." Philippines stated.
Yasu smiled sheepishly, wincing a little due to the split lip Mai gave him. "Hi. Never knew you were that strong. It was supposed to be a scare."
Mai's face soured. She reached out in the air and her frying pan reappeared in her hand.
"YASU, YOU IDIOT!"
- RATED SPG: STRICT PARENTAL GUIDANCE. IT MIGHT HOLD INAPPROPRIATE THEMES, HORROR, SEXUAL, DRUG, AND. . . Oh, wait. It's done now. -
"Ouch. Tokyo just hit him right in the man-ponies. Sucks to be him."
"Shut up, you twat! She might go for us next!"
"Hmph! Just don't underestimate the power of women and frying pans~! Something I learned from Hungary-senpai!" Mai grinned mischievously at the group, a hand on her curved hip. The men of the group took a step back in fear that they might get hurt as well.
"So, frying pan face, is it just you?"
Yasu stopped writhing in pain and glanced up pitifully at Mai. "No. . . The whole SPR is here. Come on guys, come out."
The SPR gang came out of their hiding places: Lin stood there quietly with his laptop, Naru held a cellphone (it looks new); Monk, John and Masako held a voice box, and Ayako had a first aid kit.
"I told you we needed this," Ayako said, walking over to a curled up Yasu.
"I can't believe you guys!" Mai huffed. "Scaring innocent people like that!"
Masako gave Mai an icy stare. "After what you did, you don't seem so innocent. . ."
Mai narrowed her eyes at her, giving her the most intense Say that again, I dare you look.
"Hey, Mai. Why are they calling you 'Tokyo'?" Monk asked.
John joined in, "And why are they being called countries?"
Crud.
All of the nations (and capital) froze.
Mai forced a smile. "Nick. . .names?"
Monk inquired, "How did you come up with it?"
Now, it must have been Mai, but it seemed like he wanted the living ponies beaten out of him. She was ready to do so, but America and Philippines were one step ahead. The blonde restrained the Japanese girl while Philippines covered her mouth, knowing that she had a colorful vocabulary.
But Mai was smart. She bit Philippines' hand and shouted a string of profanities that made Romano look like a saint.
While everyone was still distracted and shocked, she broke free from America's grasp and lifted her frying pan.
PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT. . .
Mai let out a sigh as she tiredly sat down under the shade of a tree. Phew, that was some hard work!
"Monk! Oh, my goodness! Are you okay?" John asked, kneeling down on beaten-up Monk. The poor guy looked even worse than Yasu.
Monk weakly glanced up at John. "Delete. . . my search history. . ."
"This is the fly and America all over again. . ."
"Please don't remind me of that, Germany."
"Ah, alright. Sorry, America."
Mai smiled a bit and took a moment to check the time. It was 2:30 in the afternoon. Wow, that was strange. It felt like hours. "So, where next?"
Monk and Yasu reply in unison: "The hospital."
Mai and her friends sat in the white waiting chairs of the hospitals, idly scrolling through their phone or reading the magazines on the small shelf beside them. They were still waiting for Monk and Yasu to come out of the emergency room (Japan insisted for them to be put in there, being the complete worry-wart he was).
After a moment or two, the said men came out (with who Mai assumed was the doctor) of the double doors and the red light above them died out. Monk had a sling and limped as he walked while Yasu used crutches.
"They're alright. Just some broken bones and bruises. It'll take a few months until their bones recover, but their bruises should heal in no time." The doctor stated, fixing his glasses' position. Everyone looked at Mai, who whistled innocently."What exactly happened, anyways?"
Everyone froze.
"M-" Mai instantly cut off Yasu.
"We were taking a hike and the two tripped and a bear attacked them and after that a frying pan fell from the sky and then a big wind came and blew them off a cliff and then landed in a huge frying pan that a giant was using." She said really fast.
The doctor's face went from Oh, what a pleasant day to What did I just hear.
"T.M.I."
Monk came to face Mai, who smiled sweetly at him. "Seriously 'a frying pan fell from the sky'? You have an active imagination!"
"So! I could have got arrested!"
America whispered to Philippines, "She's nothing like her brother."
"No doubt." Philippines whispered back.
"What did I just hear?" Mai asked, emitting a dark aura, as she gripped her trusty frying pan.
"N-N-Nothing!"
Mai let out a tired sigh before glancing at the time on her phone.
"If we don't get going, we'll be late," she stated. It was already 4:30, after all.
Everyone glanced at each other before exiting the hospital and entering the SPR van. It seemed that Mai's ghost-hunting friends came to Meiji Shrine through van, which was very convenient. If it wasn't for it, they would have had to ride the train and walked to the hospital.
They all had to squeeze into the vehicle, but the ones who couldn't make it had to sit in the back with all the equipment. Lucky for Mai, she didn't have to sit there. Instead, she got a seat in the second row with her precious Japan-onii-san! But it was strange - for a moment, she thought she saw Naru giving his signature death glare. She must be seeing things, right? Well, whatever. He better concentrate since he was driving.
The drive was smooth, but noisy. America just won't shut up. He kept blabbering about something Mai could care less about, which pissed off the Japanese girl more. If only she could stand from her seat and stomp over to him - she could knock some sense into the idiot. But still, she needed to behave since they were in the car.
At some point, Italy had informed them that the pilot was up-and-ready to go. So, when they reached the SPR building, the men of the ghost hunting group went to get the luggage.
Once the luggage was placed into the van, Italy spoke up, "Vee~ I'll drive! I know where we parked it. Leave it to me, okay?"
Everyone froze, aside from the SPR group. They knew well of Italy's driving.
"We're not letting you drive! Your driving is going to kill us!" Philippines huffed. "I shall drive instead."
Oh, good. Philippines knows how to drive well, right? . . . Well, the countries hope so. They never got to stay long enough in her country to observe that.
"Wait a minute, aren't you a little too young for that?" Monk asked, observing the Filipino woman.
Philippines smiled. "Honey, I'm older than your grandmother." With that, she walked away.
"What's up with her?"
Mai suggested, "Menstrual?"
Shortly after, everyone entered the van and squeezed into the seats (there was no more space in the back, thanks to the luggage).
"TO NARNIA!" Philippines screeched as she stomped on the gas pedal, almost making it go through the car. Everyone was screaming, and by everyone, EVERYONE. Although she was speeding, she was able to avoid crashing. And for some strange reason, the police didn't stop her.
She was laughing like a complete maniac. To her, it must have been a game - a fun, sick, twisted game. The players? Death and her.
When she nearly crashed into a car as they crossed a four-way, she honked her horn and swore in her native language. "Watch where you're going, you dick head!"
Mai, being brave, got up from her seat and shakily walked over behind Philippines. She reached out, trying to grab onto the wheel, but the Filipino woman swatted her hand away and swerved sharply to the right. The brunette flew back from the immense speed, right on top of Naru who stared coldly at her.
"Oh, um, hey," Mai smiled. "Uno momento, por favor."
As Mai got up, Monk (who sat next to the narcissist) turned to Naru. "I never knew she could speak Spanish."
Mai hooked her hand around the head driver's seat and once again tried to reach for the wheel. It was so, so, so painfully close; her hand was just a few inches away.
But then, fate decided to play a cruel joke. The stoplight turned into a crimson red. Philippines cursed loudly and stomped onto the breaks, the car wheels screeching against the road. Mai hung on tight to the head of the seat, also letting out a profanity in her native tongue.
Italy, who was completely unaffected, began to sing with his hands thrown into the air, "I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, saying AYO! Gotta let go! I wanna celebrate and live my life, saying AYO! Baby, let's go!"
The second the Italian said "go", the light turned green and the car shot out at full speed, much like a bullet. Mai flew back again, but this time much nearer to the back. And she completely regret letting the seat's head slip out of her hands.
England was fixing a rip in his pants. They were off, revealing his heart-decorated boxers. America, who was on his fours, was licking the Englishman's surprisingly hairless leg (Oh, come on, Mai has more hair than that!). "Your leg is now my territory," the American purred.
"Stop harassing Oxford, twat."
Mai spoke up, "Um."
"Oh. Hello, T- I mean, Mai. I don't know what's going on with him, but I think the hospital fumes made it to his brain. . ."
"I see. Don't worry, it's not just the hospital fumes. He was born an idiot, anyway."
As they reached their destination, the van tripped over a rock and flipped over once, twice, thrice - stopping right in front of the jet just by an inch.
Italy cheered, "Wow! That'a was amazing'a; let's do'a it again!"
Germany, green from the car ride, spoke up in a tired voice, "Shut up, Italy!"
"Ve, you'a don't have'a to be'a so mean'a, Germany!"
America joined in, singing, "Why you gotta be so ruuuuude~?"
Mai shot up from her seat and kicked him square in the face, curled up to prevent herself from slamming into the van's roof. "We're not in a concert!"
"WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH!?"
"Your voice sounds like a duck singing to 'Let it go' in heavy metal!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"Excuse me, can we please stop this feud for just a second and get out of the van?" Naru asked, voice steely. "Because it is quite cramp in here."
Mai shot him the dirtiest look she can muster at the moment, which was quite terrifying, but Naru brushed it off and stepped out of the van. The others followed his suit, exiting the van with green tinted faces.
Once the brunette got out, she couldn't help but whistle when she caught sight of the jet. The thing was incredibly huge, as expected from the ever-so-rich Italy. It was painted a pearly white and had the Italian flag designed on the tail. In big, cursive letters, it red: Vargas.
Monk, who had been gaping until now, spoke up, "No way! I didn't expect it to be this big! Oh my gosh, how much did this cost? Wait, in the first place, how did you even get this sweet ride?"
"My'a brother and'a I own a chain of'a businesses around Italy," Romano replied. "This'a is nothing. Now, let's'a get going'a, we'll be late."
A flight of stairs descended from the entrance of the plane. The captain and the crew awaited at the top. They wore kind smiles on their olive skin face and waved at the group down below.
"Let's'a get going~!" Italy chirped, immediately skipping off to climb the stairs. "Lots'a and lots'a of pasta in'a there, you'a know~!"
"Pasta? Like Italian pasta? Oh, you can count me in!" Monk limped after him.
Naru tapped lightly on Yasu's shoulder, who winced in response. "Yasu, you and Monk go on ahead; we'll take care of the luggage."
"Are you sure, Big Boss?"
"Considering you're injured, I don't have much of a choice than to spare you. But next time, I'll work you like a slave."
"Gee, that is so nice of you."
As Yasu trudged to the stairs, an aura of depression around him, Mai grabbed his crutches. "Here, let me take that. Lean on the railing for support."
Yasu stared at Mai with a shock expression, but then smiled softly. "Thanks, Mai." He handed his crutches over and pressed his weight on the railing of the stairs, painstakingly hauling himself up step by step.
When he reached the top, the brunette gave his crutches back and went ahead inside.
They were both greeted by England, who had a cauldron in the middle of the aisle, stirring the bubbly, green liquid in slow circle. He wore black robes, pointy brown shoes, and a witch's hat. His face was colored a sickly color of green - not figuratively, but literally.
When the Englishman caught sight of them both, his face lit up. "Good! Just in time. I finished mixing everything. Let me go get cups." He then scurried off into the back of the plane where they held the kitchens.
"Um. . . Is this natural?" Monk asked.
Mai stared at Monk with a strangely straight face.". . . Believe it or not, it is."
"I feel sorry for the girl he's going to marry."
"Oh, trust me, he'll never get married."
Just as their conversation reached to an end, England came back with two plastic cups. He scooped the green liquid into the cups and handed them to Monk and Yasu. He looked proud as he spoke, "Drink it! Trust me, it'll make you feel better."
"I don't know. This seems poisonous." Yasu eyed his drink as if it was cup filled with spoiled milk. "Um, no tha-"
Mai took the drink, grabbed Yasu's hair, pulled his head back, and forced the liquid down his throat. The green drink dripped down his neck, staining his shirt and falling to the floor.
"If you don't want this to happen to you," Mai started, glancing at Monk, "drink yours."
Monk gulped, stared at his drink, and reluctantly gulped it down.
Once the cup was empty, Mai tossed it to the side, and asked, "How are you feeling now?"
"Well, I don't know, after being forced to- Ah." Yasu blinked a few times. "Actually, I feel really great. I don't feel the throbbing of my bruises nor do I feel the pain of my broken bones." He touched his lips gently. "And my split lip is gone."
Mai smiled, patted his shoulder, and walked to England. She handed him a golden lotus. "Here's your charm. Thanks for healing them."
"It's nothing. I really needed to get this back, anyway." England then took out his white handkerchief and began to wipe the paint off his face. "Wait a minute. . . It's not coming off." He rubbed his face some more, but to no avail, the paint stayed stubbornly on his face. "What kind of paint did you exactly give me!?"
"Just ordinary paint!"
"Well, let me see the bottle!"
"Okay, okay, calm your tits, man."
"I don't have any tits!"
Mai handed the paint to England, who hastily checked around for an explanation about his problem. His face scrunched up. "This is permanent paint, you twit!"
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! Besides, you should have read the label be-"
"Shut up! Oh, my gosh, do you know how long this would take to wash off?"
"I'm really, really sorry!"
And so, Mai rode with a fuming England.