Ch. 9

Poland:

I was, like, totally surprised when Canada held my hand. I honestly, like, didn't think he had it in him. He was always so shy and totally adorable. It was definitely a happy surprise, though.

We walked to my house- Well, temporary residence. Since the World Meetings were, like, generally held in America's place, most of us foreigners who were from overseas had places here. Anyway. We, like, walked back to my place and went inside. Before we walked inside, I totally saw a light on upstairs. . . .Whack. Way whack. I hadn't, like, turned on any lights today. . .wait. There was only one other person who, like, totally had the key to my house. . . I mumbled to Canada, "Like, stay down here, I'll be right back,' then a bit quieter, something else, before hurrying up the stairs to my room, where I saw. . .

Liet.

Canada:

Before running upstairs, Poland told me to stay where I was. Then he said something else, something that sounded like, "I . ..t. .lly. . . nt . .. rt." Honestly? I have no idea what that was. I thought I was soft-spoken. I did as I was told, though, and stayed where I was, thinking about what it could've been that he said. . . I had just realized what he had said, when I heard a cry , a thud, and angry yelling.

"I totally don't want you to get hurt." That's what he had said.

I ran upstairs, recognizing the voices and fearing for Poland. I followed the sound of the yelling and ran into a bedroom, where I saw Poland on the ground, holding his face with one hand, clutching a small, sparkly pink box in the other. And Lithuania standing over him, looking pissed off.

"S-Stop!" I yelled. Or at least thought I yelled. I know it was definitely louder than my usual voice, though. He heard me.

Lithuania turned to face me, his eyes flashing. "You. . .Why are you here?"

"You leave him alone!" yelled Poland, earning an angry look from Lithuania, who lifted his arm to slap him again. I lunged in and grabbed Lithuania's arm, somehow stopping him. I guess I was stronger than I looked. I was actually able to get him away from Poland and knock him off his feet before running and scooping Poland up in my arms, leaving the room. I was incredibly surprised. I didn't realize I had the capability of picking people up. I ran down the stairs, carrying Poland, cramming my feet into my shoes on the way out the door. I just kept running and running; the only thing on my mind was getting Poland to safety. Eventually, we crossed the borderline from America's place to mine. I didn't have to go through any of that customs bullshit, since they knew me here, but Poland wasn't a familiar face to them, so he had to. Luckily, it only took a few minutes, and we were soon in. I carried him all the way to my place, knowing we were safe once we crossed the border, but still paranoid. Once we got inside, I relaxed and set him down. I was surprised to see him staring at me, looking a bit awed.

"Wh-What? I-Is something wrong?"

". . .You, like, totally make me feel like a princess that just got, like, rescued~~" Poland giggled adorably. I felt my face and ears turn bright red. I mumbled, embarrassed.

"Hm? Like, what was that?"

"I-I said, that's b-because you are a princess. "

Sometimes, I really can't believe the things I say.