Okay, I am SO sorry for not updating in FOREVER. Shoooo I'll make up for that by posting two today! Yeah, I know, I'm that awesome *shot*
I didn't have any weird dreams that night, and school went along like normal for a couple weeks or so. I was adjusting to school lofe fairly well, in my mind. I hung out with Italy, Japan, and Germany as well as Canada, America, and Britain. France wasn't bothering me, and if he was still watching me then I didn't see it. I think the most exciting thing to happen so far, after my first day, was technically two things on the same day.
I bade farewell to Italy and Germany at the end of the day, ready to turn in after a long day of what seemed to be only difficult math problems. Math? Not to sound British, but it's not my cup of tea.
I was opening the door to the dorm building when I thought I heard something like yelling around the side of the building. My curiosity got the better of me and I moved to go around and investigate. Just before I rounded the corner, Kumajirou came around and bumped into my legs. He looked up at me with his small black eyes while I looked down at him, and he clutched my leg tightly.
"Kumajirou?" I asked in slight surprise. "What's the matter? And where's Canada?"
The polar bear wouldn't answer me, he just hugged my leg mutely, so I picked him up and hurried in the direction he had come from. Turning the corner, I saw Canada sitting on the ground while a dark-colored kid -Cuba, wasn't it?- smacked him over the head repeatedly, yelling "I hate you, America! I hate you!" Canada just sat there with tears dotting the corners of his eyes, whimpering "Maple... Leaf...!"
"Hey! What's going on here?" I shouted angrily, setting Kumajirou down before stomping over and grabbing Cuba's wrist before he could hit Canada again. "What'd Canada do to deserve you beating him up?"
"What the hell, kid! I'm beating America up! Who's this Canada guy you're talking about?" Cuba pulled his arm free and glared at me.
"This is Canada, my friend! And roommate! Why are you beating him up?"
"Because he's America!"
"No, he's not!"
"He is!"
"He's not!"
"He is!"
"He's not!"
"Whattaya mean he's not?!"
"He just isn't!"
As Cuba and I shouted at each other, Kumajirou crawled onto Canada's head and asked in a tearful voice "Are you okay?"
"Y...Yes..." Canada whimpered.
Kumajirou looked right at Cuba and spoke up while we were out of breath from our shouting match. "Stop hurting Canada!" Kumajirou ordered.
Canada and I both stared at him in amazement (well, Canada tried to. It's hard to see something on top of your head).
"Kumajirou?" I said in shock. Canada beamed brightly, until Kumajirou looked back down at his owner with a familiar look of confusion.
"Who are you again?"
I anime fell and Canada dropped his face onto his knees. "You remembered! Why must you forget me, Kumasanrou?"
Cuba had left, so it was just me, Canada, and Kumajirou. The amnesiatic polar bear slid down Canada's back and waddled off a ways, still in sight but mostly out of hearing range. Setting my bag of books on the ground, I got on my knees so I made a 45 degree angle with Canada.
"Are you okay, Canada? I mean, really okay?" I dropped my male voice so I could speak softly; my male voice forced me to talk in a louder voice than I would like. Otherwise, it would drop into my real voice...
"Yes, I'm fine." He wouldn't look me in the eye, though.
"I don't believe you," I said firmly. "Is this the first time he's beaten you up?"
Canada rested his chin on his crossed arms, which were on his knees. "No," he said dejectedly. "It's happened occasionally. Cuba hates America but he thinks I'm him, and I'm not strong enough to make him stop."
I shook my head. "Canada, I think you could defend yourself. Have you tried to?"
"Sure, but he won't listen to me."
I put on a determined expression on. "Well, maybe he'll listen to me."
He glanced at me. "You don't have to get involved, Melina. It's okay, really."
My hands curled into angry fists on my thighs. "No, it really isn't okay. You're one of my first friends ever. I got beat up a lot myself, so seeing my friend go through what I did pisses me off." My gaze dropped to thr ground in frony of me as my anger diminished. "I don't like seeing people get hurt, Mattie."
For a couple seconds he didn't say anything and I didn't look up, but I could imagine his expression. Then he sat on his knees, facing me, and kissed my cheek. I felt my face heat up as it shot up so I could look into his face.
"You're sweet, Melina," he said shyly, a light pink blush tinting his cheeks. Then Mattie stood and reached a hand down to help me up. I took it and rose to my feet, dusting off my bum with my free hand even though I'd sat on my legs.
"Do you really think you can get Cuba to stop beating me up?" Canada asked hopefully after he'd retrieved Kumajirou and come back to where I stood.
"Well, sure," I answered with a cocky hand on my hip. "He's beating you up because he thinks you're America, right?"
"Right."
"We just need to show him how to tell thedifference between you and America, then. Don'tcha think so?"
He smiled and nodded in agreement, then we went inside and up to our dorm. I put my bag on my desk chair and flopped onto my bed, tired from schoolwork and yelling at Cuba. Zip pounced on my back and whined loudly, like he needed to go out. Badly. I mumbled something along the lines of "too tired for this" and got up, grabbing Zip's leash from its peg by the door and clipping it to his collar. We went back outside and to the grassy lawn, a bag for Zip's leavings in my pocket. I turned Zip loose and watched him live up to his name as he searched for a place to go.
"Yoo~hoo~!" I heard a distinctively French voice call, and I turned out of curiosity.
To my surprise, France was waving in my direction from a tree up on a little hill. He beckoned for me to go to him, and after raising a quizzical eyebrow I went up the hill.
"Bonjour, mon ami," he said brightly.
"Hi, France," I greeted. "What'd you call me over for?"
"I wanted to chat, get to know each other better." As he said this he slung his arm around my shoulders, his other hand palm up like he was holding something obvious up.
"Why?" I asked as I gently pushed his arm off and crossed my arms. "Do you have a question for me or something?"
He sighed and leaned casually against the tree. "Mon ami, I've had some... suspicions... about you. You're zhe only student here without a country of origin, and I believe you to not be male. Iz zhis true?"
I gaped. 'I knew it, he's onto me! Crap!' "Of course it's not true! I'm not a girl!" I protested. "You're going to need a lot more evidence before you accuse me of something like that."
"If you are a boy, zhen undo your shirt and prove it," he challenged with a subtly triumphant smile.
'Oh, crap!' "Uh... No way, not in front of a perverted kid who's older than me."
"I swear on my honor not to take advantage of you, mon ami."
I shook my head vehemently. "No. Way."
"your refusing makes me believe you really are a girl, monsieur."
I grimaced. "Look, you're being completely ridiculous, France."
"Are you a spy?"
I gave him my best 'WTH?' face."Really? A spy? Of course not!"
"Well, you are acting suspicious. No one knows a thing about your past or family, and if you are a country zhen which one are you?"
"I don't know yet, France. I would tell you if I did, but I don't, alright? I need to figure that out on my own."
He chuckled. "Per'aps if I had proof of your gender zhen I could help you, non?"
"My god! I'm a guy, okay? How many times do I have to tell you?" I was so fed up with this interrogation!
"Yo, Malcolm! Dude!" a blessedly obnoxious voice rang out, drawing nearer. America jogged up, his jacket flapping in the chilly breeze that had just picked up. "S'up, guys?"
"Well, Amerique, we were-"
"Just talking," I said, cutting France off with a glare. "And we were just done talking, so I think I'm gonna go work on my homework and go to bed." Leaving them both for a moment, I found Zip and cleaned up after him. America caught up to me and walked with me back to the dorms.
"So, dude, I've got this new horror movie that you've gotta watch with me. England'll be there -y'know, 'cause we share a dorm- and you can't say no." He flashed me a pair of award-winning puppy eyes, and I knew what I was going to have to say the second I saw them.
"... Fine..."
Yeah, I'm a huge sucker for puppy eyes. Dammit, America...
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That's all from me! Til the next chapter, which will hopefully be soon! (I sound so confident... 6_6' )
