AYOO GG! That's right, it's Captain Lanifer AKA CL. I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD MY PEOPLE. Anyways, I'm hella sorry for being gone all this time. I got distracted with school (high school freshman) and my family was goin' through a rough spot so, I couldn't be here to post and update. But fear not my valiant followers, Mama's back and ready for action~
To make up for all my shit, here is an update for y'all!
~Captain Lanifer
Third Person POV
CL walked down a crowded street in Los Angeles, headphones in and music blaring into her ears. Suddenly, the odd fourteen year old began to sing, more like fuckin' scream badly, the song that was blasting in her ears.
"MAKIN' MY WAY DOWNTOWN, WALKIN FAST!" CL 'sang' for all the world to hear. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sight she wished she hadn't. Standing in front of her were three very unhappy looking personifications of countries. Leading the front of the trio was a very pissed off looking America, with equally as pissed Prussia and Spain. The squad was nothing short of hot (if you know what I mean. *wonk wonk*)
Turning around as quickly as possible, CL took off in the other direction.
'WALKIN FASTER." She yelled as she looked behind her, only to see the squad hot on her tail. America looked like he yelled something at the teenager who was running at top speed (which wasn't very fast because she doesn't fucking run), but because of the headphones, she couldn't hear him.
CL suddenly turned the corner into an alley and jumped into a trashcan. When she heard footsteps pass the alley, she stood quickly, only to be met with the squad. Her eyes widened in surprise as she slowly removed the headphones from her ears. Glaring, America stepped forward and grabbed CL's hips, successfully lifting her out of the trashcan and setting her on the ground.
"Where have you been for the past five months?" America asked through his teeth.
"Ummm." Was all CL said. That's when Spain stepped forward.
"Chicha, we've been worried about you. You just kind of dropped off the face of the earth." He said with a disapproving look.
"Yeah well, I had shit to do and people to help and my life got a bit harder." CL said exasperatedly.
"BUT YOU COULDN'T SEND A TEXT OR SPRE A PHONE CALL EVERY ONCE AND A WHILE?! IMMA CRY FRAU!" Prussia cried/yelled to the tenager, before dramatically collapsing into her grasp like they do in the movies. CL patted his back soothingly while mumbling to herself.
"Cries internally." She mumbled into his shoulder. "I was dealing with a lot of stuff guys, I'm sorry."
"Well, it's fine. Do you want to come back to the meeting hall with us? A certain blonde German man has been very upset while you were gone." Spain said with a smile.
"I mean I guess. Why not?" CL smiled back. Prussia refused to let go of the girl, so she just kind of it happen (because like Olivia always says 'If you feel it, let it happen')
~Fuckin time skip because I can't even *cries*~
Walking into the meeting room, CL was not surprised to find the G8 plus Denmark already gathered. Looking up, Germany made eye contact with the short CL as she waltzed in like a boss ass bitch.
"CL? Is it really you?" Germany asked, a hint of worry laced in his voice.
"DEUTSCHLAND!" CL screamed as she ditched Prussia and ran into Germany's awaiting arms.
"CL, I missed you, you stupid son of a bitch." He smiled as he hugged his friend tight.
"Im gon cry you little bastard~" CL said into his uniform.
"Aight, cut the bullshit and tell me where you put my keys you little fucker. I have gone five months without my damn car and I will not go any longer." America said with a small frown upon his face.
"Heh. Funny story…." CL began, and everything went downhill from there,
Well there you have it my dears. I'm no longer dead, and I'll have more chapters for other stories in the near future. I really missed you all and I hope to be with you forever. Adieu *wonk wonk*!
~Captain Lanifer
