I've been writing (detailed) plan-less ever since the end of the meeting, and it's fun :D but it does mean that sometimes, I don't know what I've been building up to XD

I think I made England act a little too immature for his personality here, but then again, who's fully mature around their best friends? (Not me, that's for certain)

Language notes: When Romania says 'Rusia', it's not a typo. Also, hopefully the Icelandic is easy to guess, if otherwise (and this applies to all languages) just ask me! His grammar is slightly wrong; I based it on the episode with the DNA test results.

The Google results used are real.

Enjoy~


With the protection barrier set up, we enter my study. Bookshelves line one of the walls and on the other wall, there is an assortment of miscellaneous objects such as important work (mind you, it was all finished) and little mementoes like a snowglobe Canada gave me for last Christmas, and a collection of coins from quite a range of centuries; all kinds of random things.

At the far side of the room is a desk, with a Windows 7 computer and a spinning chair. Romania jumps into the chair, causing it to glide slightly along the wooden floor. He then pushes himself away from the desk, towards me, a huge, childish grin on his face.

I facepalm. "This is a serious matter."

"Okay, fine," he replies and reluctantly returns to the computer, switching it on.

"Get out of my chair," I command levelly, "or else."

"Or else what?"

We really do act like children sometimes.

I make my eyes glow and he quickly evacuates the chair in fear. "Thank you," I say, sitting down in the chair.

"Not funny," he mutters irritatedly.

I log on, trying to ignore Romania's remarks about me hiding what I don't want the world to know about, then coughing forcedly.

"Yes, yes, I get the joke. Bloody hilarious."

The only sound in the room is the incessant tapping of my fingers on the keyboard, accompanied by the occasional mouse click.

"Black hair red eyes pointed ears" is the first phrase I type into Google.

"Angels - Sarius' Lyceum of the Ages" appears as the first result, so I follow the link, scrolling down to the most relevant section. I then read aloud from the page.

"Blood Angel - this is what happened when a female earthian lost purity or became dark. Black hair, red, gold, or black eyes, pointed ears, and black wings. They can create blood from energy then use it like ropes or whips."

I twist the chair around so that my eyes meet Romania's.

"Well, it's close. But you don't have wings."

"Touché," I shrug. Wait, why am I using French words now?

"Let me have a go," Romania says, leaning over my shoulder to get the mouse. He returns to the Google page.

"Anime...Disney fairies...role-plays...fanfictions..." he mutters. "As far as the eye can see," he confirms after a few seconds of scrolling.

I let out a sigh. "If it doesn't come up on Google, there's little chance anything of use will show up anywhere else," I conclude, reclaiming control over the mouse and moving the cursor closer to the red X.

"Might as well check my email while the browser's open, just in case," I think aloud.

"Just in case what happens?"

"I don't know, perhaps Norway killing us both?"

"So you're going to check your emails one last time?" he responds, confused.

"I was joking, you know. I'm sure the barrier we set up will be able to keep him out, even if he uses magic."

"What if he brings Rusia along as well? He's able to do some magic beyond curses, I assume?"

I shudder. "I don't even want to think about it," I answer, opening my emails.

Inbox (3)

"Three emails since last night," I say to Romania, even though he was looking over my shoulder.

England, the other Norðurlönd and I have managed to calm bróðir down. We told him your appearance was all the big joke with Rúmenía pouring the ink in your hair, and that your red eyes were due to the lack of sleep. It seemed that he did not see your eyes clearly, because he was accepting the explanation.

Don't think I am liking you just because of this message.

Emil

We both sigh in relief.

Iggy, dude, what was UP with ur hair today? Lol, u looked TOTALLY ridiculous XD

AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!

"I can't believe I raised him," I mutter.

Gomennasai, Arthur-san. It appears that you weren't a monster, after all, which was silly of me to shout out. I couldn't help but notice that your eyes were red end your ears pointed as well. If that wasn't intentional, I suggest you contact your nearest exorcist.

Kiku

I close the window and lean back in the chair, hearing its annoying creaking sound.

"In summary," I comment, "Norway isn't after us, America's as bloody git-like as ever and Japan, possibly along with other people, noticed my eyes and ears."

"So what's the plan?"

I shrug. "No idea whatsoever."