Aki: Yay, I got this up in time for you all to read while you check your morning email :3 Hope you like it, it was yet another sleepless night for me, but oh well; I sleep all day anyway. Why are you listening to me go on, you should be reading the newest chapter.
Enjoy~!
Chapter 9:
"Hey, West, don't you think there's something up with America?" Prussia asked his brother as he watched the girl skate around the rink next to Russia. The both of them were sitting on the sidelines and having a break, him because his ankles were beginning to hurt, and Germany because Italy had fallen and scrapped his hands.
"Why do you ask?" Germany replied with a sigh, not really wanting to listen to his brother. He was too busy putting the first-aid kit back together. Honestly, how was it that Germany left Italy with a scrape and came back to find a small gash?
"Well, after the last meeting, I asked her to go drinking with me, and you know what she did? She brushed me off! Can you believe that? The awesome me! Denied! It's unthinkable!"
"Ve~, maybe it's because she's been sick." Italy put in.
"And another thing," Prussia said brushing off Italy's comment. "She doesn't even look sick! She's all bright and glow-y and junk. I think she's lying!"
"Lying?" Both Germany and Italy asked.
"Why would she lie, ve~?" Italy asked.
"I don't know…and that's why you're gonna find out!" he said pointing at him.
"Ve~?"
"She wouldn't suspect anything if you went up and talked to her! It's the awesomely perfect plan!"
"Hold on, Bruder… I don't think-."
"C'mon Italy, don't you wanna know what's going on with America?" Prussia asked.
"Eh…um…"
"Italy, don't listen to him, he's being moronic." Germany said.
"Well fine, if that's what you think, I'll go find put myself, and when I do, I won't tell you a thing!" he said going back out onto the ice.
Russia and America made their last circuit around the rink and slowed down as they came back to her chair and the tables. As she sat back down, Russia went to pull something out of his pocket. It was about the size of a razor scooter wheel and about as thick as a jewelry box, wrapped with shiny ruby red paper and tied with a white ribbon. She looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face.
"You're present. You can open it now if you wish, or later at home." He gave her a smile.
"You already gave me a present." She said pointing to a large box at the bottom of the pile wrapped in white paper with an almost unnoticeable snowflake design.
"That is something different. That one," He spoke pointing to the one in her hand "Is more…personal. I think you may like that one." And he skated off.
She looked down at the nicely wrapped box in her hands and her fingertips itched to open it.
"What did he just give you?"
She jumped and looked to her right where England was standing with an ever present scowl on his face.
"Gee, just let me use my X-ray vision to find out." She said. Then she thought about it. "No wait, that'd be really cool! But if I had X-ray vision, could I give people cancer? Makes you think…"
"America!" England said, bringing the girl back to the present.
"Oh, right." She said turning her attention back to the box in her hands. She shifted it into one hand and brought the other to the ribbon holding it together. Then she took her hand away and stuffed it in her pocket.
England frowned and said "Aren't you going to open it?"
"Sure I will; at home. I have to cut the cake, and then get all this stuff in my car."
"Aren't you going to open any of the presents here?" he asked, one bush of an eyebrow raised in the air.
"Umm…" America looked at the presents on the table. 'Let's see…Including Tony, 11 of the people here know about me… I don't want to blow my chances of the rest of the world finding out.'
"No." she replied getting the cake knife ready. "I'll open them at home."
"Why?"
"Because I want to open them when I don't have an annoying British voice over my shoulder breathing down my neck."
"Annoying?"
"Yeah, Arthur annoying." She said.
"Amelia, do you need any help?" Canada said suddenly. She looked to her left and saw him standing there, with his polar bear hanging off his shoulder.
"Yeah, sure." She shoved the knife handle into his hand. "Cut the cake; I gotta go to the bathroom." She said before slowly making her way off the ice.
"Alright, there she goes, now's the time to put my awesome plan into motion!" Prussia said as he began to follow America. He watched as she sat on a bench near the restroom to take off her skates and then pull off her puffy coat and place it on the hook beside the door. He saw her in just a sweater dress that covered her larger than average stomach and thought 'Jackpot!' as she walked through the door. 'Now to confront the wide load…hmm.'
"Stupid Arthur, thinks I'm still a fucking kid, I'll show him a kid…no wait, I DON'T want to show him a kid…no, no, wait, I'm confusing myself…" She said as she sat on the toilet to rub her sore feet. "Whose bright idea was it to go ice skating any way? Oh, that's right; Tony's! Shit, now that I'm in here I really do have to pee."
Before she could do anything, there was a banging on the door closely followed by, "Hey, America, why'd you get mad at me calling you fat if you really ARE fat?"
"…I imagined that. I didn't just here Prussia call me fat, because if I did, someone's walking away with a broken something." She muttered going back to the door.
"Hey, öffne die Tür schon*!"
"If I pretend he's not there, will he go away?" she muttered to herself as she watched the door move with each bang that sounded in the small room. After ignoring him for five minutes and doing her business, she still hadn't opened the door. Then suddenly the noise stopped. 'Did he get tired of waiting? Or did he go get someone as stupid as him to help him break down the door?' she thought. 'Worse case scenario, he got like, Spain to help him break down the door or something. Best case scenario, Ivan figured out I was stuck in here and came to help. Wait, Ivan? No, he's Russia, not Ivan. He has no name!...except Russia, of course.' She thought, and turned to look at the door again. 'Fuck it, I need my skates and stuff, and to get out of this bathroom.'
She twisted the door knob and inched the door open. She didn't see any trace of Prussia or Ivan, so she pushed the door open. She had gotten her coat back on, and right before she could zip it up, a bright flash blinded her momentarily.
"The hell-?"
"Ha, now I've got proof of how fat you are!" Prussia said as he lowered a digital camera that he got from God knows where from his face. And just in time too, because he was soon sporting a possibly broken nose that was gushing blood at an alarming rate.
"For the last goddamned time, I'm not fat, asshole!" she said before zipping her coat and stuffing her feet into her skates.
The rest of the party was a success, in her opinion anyway. Prussia didn't come near her any more (It's amazing what a little broken nose can do to a person.), nor did England, and no one else commented about her weight or congratulated on her impending offspring. Although she did catch China looking at her funny…
'Did Korea say something to him about me? If he did, someone else is going to be walking around with a broken nose.' She thought as she saw the much older nation shift his eyes away from her again. She huffed and went back to her second piece of cake. She was right; it was chocolate, with white chocolate filling and oh God was it good to have something sweet hit her tongue again.
"Excuse me, miss?" one of the workers said. She looked at him and he quickly told her that the rink would be closing in 20 minutes. She told him she understood and she quickly yelled, "Hey, they're kicking us all out in 20 minutes, make sure you don't forget anything!"
"What about your presents?" Italy asked her. He was also on his second piece of cake and might go back for a third. It was just the two of them standing in between the cake and presents table finishing off the last of the cake. For some reason, not many people wanted a piece.
"I'm going to open those at home and send everyone thank you notes later." She said not really paying attention to what she was saying, or who she was talking to.
"Ve~?"
"Well, I don't want everyone to know and some people's presents might give it away."
"Give what away?"
"My pregnancy." She said before shoving her last bite of cake in her mouth. Then she realized what she said and paled.
"Ah, il vostro avere un bambino*?" he asked. "Yay! I'll go tell Germany~!"
"No, you can't!" She said.
"Why?"
"Because…because…er…um…It's wrong?"
"Wrong? How?"
"Because…No one else is suppose to know, and uh-."
"Ah, I understand, it's a secret, si?"
"Exactly, so you can't tell anyone, alright?"
"Si! I won't tell!" He replied with a smile. Then he frowned. "I got you the wrong type of present."
"Uh, I'll take that one, and you can give me another one, if you want."
He brightened instantaneously. "Ok. I'll go get my things so I can get you another gift right away~."
"You do that…" America said as she watched him skate off.
"That was close."
America looked up and saw Russia above her. "I'll say." She sighed. "I just want to go home. I'm tired and Prussia gave me a headache. And where you all this time?"
"Oh? What did he do to you?" he asked, completely ignoring her question.
"He kept calling me fat." She replied flatly. Then she smiled."But it's fine now; I think I broke his nose."
Russia chuckled and went over to the presents. "I will put these in the car."
"No, I can do it." She said turning. But stopped when she saw Sweden and Finland glide over to them.
"America, I heard you were going to open your presents at home." Finland said.
"Yeah, I was about to move them to my car."
"We c'n hel'." Sweden said picking up at least half of the boxes. Russia smiled picking up the rest and said, "I know where the car is." Before leading Sweden off the ice.
"I don't need to be treated like I'll break if I'm doing something." She muttered picking at what was left of the cake.
"Anteeksi*?" Finland asked.
"No, never mind." She said, and they were both silent for a moment.
"Is Russia the father?" Finland asked suddenly, finding the ice rather interesting at the moment.
"How did-?"
"Berwald figured it out, not me. To tell the truth, I thought it was England."
America gagged and Finland giggled.
"I'm going to have nightmares; no way could I do that with Iggy now."
"America…" She looked over at Finland. He had suddenly grown serious. "If you need anything, you can come to Berwald and I, okay?"
She nodded, and said with a grin, "Okay, but between you two, Russia and Canada, I might feel a little smothered."
Finland simply smiled at her and offered to help clean up the cake.
Aki: Thats all I got for now...Oh, and America doesn't know that China knows about her. Anyway...What could be in that little box Russia gave to America? What will Prussia do with that photo? Will Italy spill the beans (Cuz you know he will eventually)? All these questions will be answered eventually. For now, i'm gonna go et some shut eye.
Translations:
Anteeksi: Excuse me?
il vostro avere un bambino: You're having a baby?
öffne die Tür schon: Open the door already!
Before i forget; To Kirlia- I implied that France was the daddy of Florida, because it became an official part of America after the French-Indian war...or so says google.
That's it i think...Night night everyone, I'm beat. Remember, reviews equal love XD
