Chapter Eight: Getting ready for the party.
Puerto Rico woke up to banging on his door, letting out a loud sigh he reluctantly sat up. "What is it?" He yawned.
"BRO I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE PARTY THAT JAPAN WAS HOSTING AND IT'S TOMORROW WE NEED TO GO SHOWING LIKE RIGHT NOW BRO!"
"Stop yelling... it's to early in the morning."
"It's one in the after noon!" America said as Puerto Rico got up, walking to the door, and opening it. "It is?" He yawned. "Guess I slept in.."
"You always sleep in bro. Get your sleeping seclude together."
"I find it easier to sleep then to listen to your annoying voice."
"Why are you such a jerk bro."
"Why are you so annoying bro?" He said, mimicking his accent.
"Are you making fun of me!?"
"Yeah."
"Just get dressed bro.."
"Fine."
"Are you just going to answer me with one word."
"Yes."
America sighed, walking off, mumbling something to himself, Puerto Rico slowly, but eventually getting ready.
"Why the heck are you so slow bro!?" America asked a hour later when he finally got out of his room.
"A diferencia de ti no me gusta encajar en los estereotipos fuera mi isla . Me gusta mirar agradable para los demás."
"Your so annoying when you burst into Spanish Bro!"
"Las mujeres piensan que es caliente."
"Stop it dude! You like giving me a total headache with your gibberish!"
"Chupa para ser usted."
"Let's just go."
"And it's not gibberish you uncluttered swine. It's. Spanish." He smirked.
"Be quite Mexico."
"PUERTO RICO!"
"Whatever." He said walking off.
"Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you!"
"Stop yelling bro!"
"Why you yell all the time!"
"But I'm the Hero so I have to yell!"
"That doesn't even make any sense!"
"I think it makes perfect sense!"
"Then you have no idea what sense is!"
"I totally know what sense is!"
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" Puerto Rico yelled in frustration.
America got in the front seat of the car, turning on rap music that was loud enough to he heard from the outside of the car, even though all the cars and windows where closed.
"So have no sense, not idea about other cultures, and a terrible taste in music."
"Stop trying to pick a fight bro.." America said, a tiny bit of sadness in his tone.
"Fine." Puerto Rico said, rolling his eyes, staring out the window, trying his best to block out the terrible music as they went to the mall.
"Where here." America said as he turned off the music and opened the car.
"Finally.." He mumbled back.
"Come on." He said, grabbing His hand and he got out of the car.
"L-Let me g-go idiot!"
"You sick?"
"Why would I be sick estúpido?!"
"Your cheeks are darker then normal."
"A-ah no your just seeing things."
"Alright bro.."
The two quickly went into the mall, looking at diffrent men clothing stores, America and Puerto Rico picking out matching tux's, even though he was extremely upset about it, America bought it for him, so he really couldn't complain and just went along with it, and besides, even though it was the same outfit as America and made them look like they where in a really bad spy show, if he put a rose in the pocket, he would look really sharp.
"Hey America."
"Yeah bro?"
"I'm sorry if I am rude to you... but you did.. ya know.. take me from my Older brother... So I kinda hold a grudge.. you understand... right?"
"I guess bro.. But you still like living with me right?"
"I mean... at times... when your not begin annoying and the place doesn't smell like Hamburgers."
"Sweet!" He smiled.
"Yeah..dulce .." He chuckled.
"What?"
"It means sweet in Spanish."
"It sounds funny!"
"Of course it does to you." He smirked, rolling his eyes, getting into the car, sitting next to the shopping bags.
"What does that mean dude?!"
"Nothing!" Puerto Rico snickered.
