The Life of the Party

Chapter XI – A Cozy and Perfect Home

Let me ask you something, my dear reader. Have you ever been in a car before? I am sure you have. Have you ever been in a car when it's driving? Probably. Have you ever been driving with a possibly drunk albino man and holding a tiny bird before? I don't think so. Does that sound fun? It's not.

I am never letting anyone drive my car ever again after that! The cops even were after us for a few minutes until I smacked Gil in the head and got him to stop the car. I had to pay a fine, good thing I'm not millions upon billions of dollars in debt like my brother. It was only a little fine, and Prussia was sober enough to pass all the tests. They even made me take the drug tests like the saying the ABCs test and that walking in a straight line one too! What the heck, I said I didn't have anything to drink and I meant it!

Oh my god, he hit the curb a few times too. There were a few new scratches on my pretty car that I know for a fact were not there before. To sum up that horrible and nightmarish drive, he drove like Italy on all the drugs imaginable. Oh my god the drive finished four minutes ago and I was still shaking. And to make it even worse the guy next to me just smiled and walked around like it was just another day and we hadn't just been in a car chase! I don't get how I ever thought he was adorable or cute, now I am under the impression that he's hiding sharp and fang like teeth under his pale lips again.

So, even if I was shaking, there was only one thing that would calm me down now. And I was blessed and lucky enough to be in the perfect place to find it. It was a cup of sweet hot chocolate, some pancakes (They actually went really well together! I'm not kidding, try it sometime!), and a comfy blanket to cuddle up in. Yes, that was nothing if not the perfect weekend.

I managed to get to my porch by now, a shaky and paler than normal hand of mine found my keys and unlocked the door. With an albino man dancing and humming behind me the entire time. I still didn't know what I'd do with him yet. Right now, I thought I'd just make some of that tea that China gave my brother to help with sleeping. After trying it, five minutes later Alfred came to my door and gave it to me. He had told me he got it just for me but I know for a fact China gave it to him and he doesn't like tea in the slightest. But China is the best at things such as remedies, I am sure that'd get an energetic and speeding Prussia to sleep and out of my hair very quick.

I managed to push open my lovely wooden door and into my calm and warm house. It never matters what just happens in my life, my house was always there for me and the place that I belonged at. I could still faintly smell the sweetness of pancakes that was always hanging around my sweet house. Just all the more comforting, I think I've even stopped shaking about now. My perfect house~ It was still here and untouched~.

I'd taken the liberty of reminding the other man to take his shoes off. That wasn't due to Asian culture or anything, I just didn't want any dirt on my lovely white carpet. He complied, and he had better. I would personally kick him out if he didn't start sucking up right about now. He owes me for that drive, and a lot of other stuff too. Like how I've saved him from wandering the streets of New York as a drunk and homeless man and given him a sweet and cozy house to stay at for now. The least I should get now is some god damn peace and quiet…

I looked back at him to see the man staring at a painting I had hung up of the snow covered mountains. I almost forgot about those paintings I was made by some local artists as a thank you. I always see them, and sometimes I take a few minutes to just stare at them too. They're really amazing! They are so accurate, too. I see them so much I forget they're there sometimes, though. I don't even get what the thank you was for, but it is always nice to get a gift. It might just be my place as the country, I am so very glad that there are people who admire my country as much as I do. Even if they're my citizens.

Anyway, he was still lost in the painting. I chuckled a little bit, he was just like a baby that I had to try to entertain. If he found something interesting I was fine with it, plus those paintings are worth taking a minute to look at, eh?

I guess it's a good time to go make that tea while he's distracted. It's nice stuff, I've tried it a few times. I usually have no problems sleeping. But a few times before Christmas or other great holidays I am too excited to. Who doesn't have a hard time sleeping on Christmas Eve? I know then that Finland is going to get Kumachuku and me each a present~, I always have a tree set up and everything. It is pretty great. Even if Alfred throws these giant and over exaggerated parties on the same day. About seventy percent of the time they all end up like today's (Or was it yesterday's? Well, I think it might be past midnight. I'm not sure yet) Valentine's Day party did. But I don't really mind the Christmas parties he throws, France always invites me over to sit next to him at the big tables when we all get together to eat.

One year that was a really bad idea because the party ended in an intense food fight, and England was the first to throw something at France. Then my French brother screamed about his outfit being ruined and threw back. I managed to join the fight too, I threw a cupcake at Alfred and it hit him in the face. I was never prouder than at that party when I got Al in the face~!

None of us were allowed into the meeting center for the next month, while it was cleaned down. Most of our bosses were mad too, they really do expect us to be a lot more serious than we are. I was even asked by my boss if I took part in the big food fight. I felt like a scolded child. Though I admitted and told the truth. It was not good to lie, I'd been taught better than that. He just laughed hardily and ruffled my hair, calling me a "Silly boy" and then letting it go. I loved my boss, he was a very nice man. He even asked me if I hit anybody and I told him proudly that I got America. He laughed even more and said that I made him proud. I felt so very happy after that.

Okay, let's stop talking about that party now. Since that was only last month that that happened. Haha, this is actually the first party or even meeting Al hosted there since that little disaster we all had. The funniest part of that disaster is that Santa himself had competed in the fight. I don't think anyone was on the naughty list if Santa (Finland) was fighting as well.

Okay, now for really we're going to stop talking about that and focus on the little cup of tea that I had managed to pour by now for my rambunctious guest. Like I had decided earlier, I am going to let him sleep on the couch since it's not healthy to breath in as much dust as there is in that guest room of mine. Seriously, I'd need a gas mask to clean that place. I haven't been in there in at least 100 years. That isn't an over exaggeration. I'm a country, remember? I live a long time. I've lived about 140ish years… I'm still pretty young, too~.

So I made my way through the arch and back into my living room where the painting and the albino were hopefully still there. With the fragile and hot cup warming up my hands. I got there and found that he'd left, I guess the painting wasn't enough to keep his attention. I have no clue where he could be now, hopefully not getting into trouble, it's way too late for that…

I heard a distant impact, like something hitting the floor. It was muffled though, most of my house is nice and carpeted (The carpet is because I like to have warm carpet to walk on~ Plus I know Kumakichi doesn't like it when he has to walk on hard floor either, so he likes carpet too.) I am positive that it is far too late for whatever Prussia has gotten into now.

I made my way through my house that I knew by heart and to the room I heard the crash in. As I had slightly dreaded, it was my own bedroom. The door was always a little bit opened for said pet to get in and out. So it was no surprise that it was open still. The room didn't have Gil in it, like I thought it did, but it did have the other two creatures in the house there. The crash I had heard? Was none other than the smaller version of the albino man, and my little Kumario. The bear cub had been swatting at the bird flying around and fell off the bed and onto the floor… Geez, what is even happening in my life today?

So like a nice person I went over to the little bear and picked it up to put back on the bed, like a caring mother or something like that I patted his head and asked if he was okay. I knew he could speak, I wasn't insane. (Not yet, anyway. Though if this keeps up and the man drives my car again I might just go insane soon.) The little cub looked at me with those heatless and button-like black eyes of his. "Who are you?"

"I'm your owner… Canada." I had told this thing so many times, seriously.

"I'm hungry." I sighed… What else do you think a bear cub was going to say? Hello? Math equations? Science formulas for deadly chemicals? No way, he wanted food. That's all. It was either asking who I am or telling me he was hungry. He spoke to other people if they noticed him, but not really me, I guess. Whatever.

"Okay… I'll make some pancakes." I was already planning on making them, so I guess that wouldn't be too much of a burden to make another few for the polar bear cub. And no, it was not unhealthy for a polar bear to eat pancakes. He really liked them, actually. I think our two-person family was build off the foundation of pancakes, to be honest. They held us together.

I'm not sure if Kumachiku heard me but he just stared off at me like I wasn't even there. He looked at everyone like that, that weird bear of mine. Then his fuzzy head shifted up to look over my head and behind me. I guessed that there might have been a fly or whatever was behind me that caught his attention.

I couldn't help but wonder where Gil and his bird went off to now. I had a pretty big house, like most nations always did. I hope he isn't too lost. I'm sure they'll come out soon though. Pancakes can solve anything, right? Yes, they can.

So I went to the kitchen next, still hoping that the guy'd turn up soon. I'm hoping I'm not going to walk into a room and find him dangling out a window or something… That would be pretty bad. Plus then who would take care of this perfect and adorable little bird, either? Kumahiko wouldn't like it if I did, so…

Whatever, I'm sure that they're somewhere around here… I could just go make some sweet pancakes and maybe some of that tea for myself, I am tired. Well, at this time in the night after such events of the day who wouldn't be? Ah, I must be really hungry… The smell of pancakes for me is getting really strong. I can't wait until I finish making them… Wow, I must be very hungry if the sweet smell is so strong! I can even smell the individual ingredients… (After living and being raised by France your nose gets very easy to pick up these smells, trust me. ) Like the vanilla, or the flour. And even the sugar has a little smell to it.

I also heard a sizzling noise. Like that of a pan with something in it… Pancake batter?

I was really confused now. I went into the sweet smelling kitchen and found none other than the perfectly sweet food being made. By none other than the man who had mysteriously vanished a few minutes ago…

And a little bit of a disaster as far as cleaning went. But I'm way too tired to even care anymore… Just hurry up the pancakes, Gil. I'll be surprised in the morning…