Hi guys!! Here's chapter 10!
Chapter 10: Cultural date...?
So, the Palestinian finally found someone to go out with, which was obviously the Korean. Finally, Saturday night came and everyone was ready to hang out and have fun. The school has a strict curfew policy but you can still go outside of the school (with permission of course).
"Ready?" the Japanese girl asked.
"Wow, you really are a good designer," the Palestinian said, looking at the mirror. She was wearing a one-of-a kind short light green shirt dress with black leggings.
"Ready," the Greek said as she finished strapping her red high-heeled sandals. She was also wearing a dress that was designed by the Japanese girl herself. It was a red dress with spaghetti straps. "God, I feel like a doll," she mumbled.
"You look great," the Japanese said. She was wearing a hot pink dress with a picture or a cherry blossom tree on it. "Now, let's go!"
"This is going to be a nightmare," the Greek mumbled.
"Oh c'mon," the Palestinian said, trying to cheer her up. "This is her first date so she has to act this way."
"Whatever, let's get this over with."
They met the guys at the front of the school. "Hey," the Japanese girl said as she was waving their attention.
"Wow, you look wonderful," the British said as he greeted his girlfriend with a hug.
"Thanks!" The Japanese hugged back. "You too! You even wore the tie I made for you!"
The Greek greeted the Italian. "Hey, you look nice," she said.
The Italian responded, "And you look like the brightest red rose in the garden. And your hair looks like the thin strands of whole-grain pasta." He then kissed her hand.
"Uh, thanks." Then the Greek started to blush.
"You look nice," the Korean said quietly to the Palestinian.
"Thanks! I like your outfit too!" She then touched his blazer. "Wow, you Koreans have such style!"
He smiled. "Thanks."
After that, they were ready to the restaurant. They went in and they were all seated.
"What would you like to drink?" the waiter asked, to start their order.
"Yeah," the British said. "I'll have a—what the—"
"Oh bonjour," said the familiar voice to the British.
"What are you doing here?" the British asked.
"I work here," he answered. It was the French boy. "Now, what would like to drink?"
They ordered their drinks and after they got their drink, they ordered their meal. "Alright, your orders will be here shortly," the French waiter said, and left.
Right after the waiter gave the order to the chef, he decided to walk back and ask if they wanted any refills. Suddenly, someone tugged his shirt and forced him to sit down. "What do want?!" the waiter exclaimed.
"I wanna know how their date is going," the American boy asked, disguising himself with a mustache and retro-neon sunglasses.
"Me too," the Canadian said, disguising himself with sunglasses and a ski cap.
"Why am I here again?" the Chinese wondered. He wasn't disguised as anything.
"The date just already—" then the waiter realized what the two of them were doing. "Okay, what are you guys betting on?"
"I bet the British isn't gonna screw up." The American placed a ten-dollar-bill on the table.
The French looked at it. "Do you take Euros?"
America decided to have the night off as well. But, it wasn't something that he was expecting. "Aww," he moaned, "I don't like French food. They're too small and you have to leave really big tips."
"If you don't like it, then leave," England said, while drinking a cup of tea.
America ignored what England just said and noticed a group of students were happily enjoying a meal. "Aah, see, even different cultures can fall in love."
"Qui," said France. "And I've noticed a cute little Asian girl being wrapped around by the arms of a British." He looked at England with an evil smirk. "I guess someone owes me a couple of pounds."
"What?!" exclaimed America. "You guys were betting on my students too?!"
"Here," England said as he reached in his pocket for £20. "How was I suppose to know this was going to happen?!"
"Love works in mysterious ways," France said, waving the bill that the British just gave him.
Back to the students, the Italian turned to the Greek. "My, my, you look so beautiful."
"Thanks," she answered, with no feeling.
"And the colors of your eyes are like the shells of a canola."
"Uh-huh."
"Aww," the Japanese sighed, "that is so sweet. Why don't you say those kinds of things to me?"
"I don't know," the British answered. "Why would I want to keep reminding you that you're beautiful when you already are?"
"It'd be nice though."
"Well, since you insist on thinking that you're not beautiful, which you are, I have a present for you." He reached into his jacket pocket and grabbed out a box. "For you, my Cherry Blossom."
The Japanese opened the box. "Oh my gosh! It's beautiful‼" It was silver necklace with a heart pendent that said BritishXJapanese on it."
"I got it engraved it just for you," he said. "Ever since I first met you, I always thought that you were beautiful and I wanted to make you happy."
The Palestinian sobbed. "That's so beautiful." The Korean gave her a napkin to let her wipe off her tears.
The Japanese gave the British her truest smile. "Thank you." She and the British moved closer and—
"Bon apatite!" It was the waiter who served the food between what the British and Japanese were about to do.
"Uh, thanks," the British said.
"No, no," the French waiter said, "thank you." He then gave him a fake smile. He served the rest of the food to the other students. "Enjoy," he said, and left.
"Damn!" the American boy exclaimed, slamming on the table. "He's gonna win the bet‼"
"Told you not to bet with him," the Canadian said, looking at the menu.
"Oh, I'm not gonna lose to some Frenchie!" He pondered for a moment and then noticed a man placing a violin on the table. "I got it!" He turned to the Canadian and Chinese. "Do any of you know how to play the violin?"
"Oh, I do," responded the Chinese.
The American smiled. "Perfect."
The students were enjoying their dinner. "This food tastes great," the Palestinian said. "How does the French say it? Très magnifique!"
"Wow, I didn't know you speak French so well," the Greek said. "So, what does it mean?"
"It means 'very magnificent'. A Lebanese girl taught me a little French on our way to go to this school."
"But not as magnificent as you," the Italian said, wrapping his arm around the Greek girl.
The Greek took his arm off her shoulder. "Uh yeah, look I—"
The Greek didn't finish her sentence because somebody interrupted her. It was a sweet sound of the violin. The violinist (which was actually the Chinese boy in disguise) was playing some romantic music in front of the British and Japanese. The violinist was playing the instrument passionately and he hypnotized the both of them with their music.
The British and Japanese were moving closer to each other's faces until—
"Ready for desert?" the French asked, pushing away the Chinese violinist.
The American slammed his fists on the table. "Damn! We were so close!"
"Like I said, I told you not to bet with him," the Canadian said, eating his dinner.
"Oops!" The Palestinian accidently spilled strawberry ice cream on the Korean's jacket. "Here, lemme help."
The Korean got up. "No, no, I'll go to the bathroom and wipe it off myself." He grabbed one of his crutches and as soon as he got up, he slipped on the spilled ice cream.
"Just let me help." The Palestinian grabbed the Korean's arm and lifts him back to his seat. She poured a dap of water on the napkin and wiped off the stain. "There," she said, "just make sure you wash it when you get home." The stain wasn't as deep but it was very light pink.
"What are you doing here?" asked a familiar voice known to the girl.
The Palestinian turned around. "Oh, hi," she said nervously.
It was the Egyptian, Iranian, and Turkish, who had their arms crossed and looked very upset. "What are you doing here?" it was the Egyptian who asked her the second time.
"Having dinner with my friends," she said with an innocent look.
"With boys?"
The Palestinian turned from innocent to vicious. "So? You're not my father!"
"I'm just saying, or you forgot where you're from." The Egyptian then grabbed the girl by the wrist. "Let's go."
"No!" the Palestinian exclaimed. "Ever since I started school here, you've been treating me like a child!" She then stood up so she can meet up the Egyptian face to face. Too bad she was 7 inches shorter. "I never forget where I come from and I'm not doing anything stupid! So, go away!"
The Greek go up, to help her friend. "Yeah and if she wants to go on a date with anyone, she would." She then points her finger to the Korean. "Besides, I think the both of them make a cute couple."
The Palestinian's eyes bulged out. And the Egyptian's face turns jalapeno red. And then after a long awkward silence, the two Arabs started arguing, but certainly not in English.
"That really wasn't a good idea," the Italian said.
She gave the Italian a bad look. "Shut up!"
America, England, and France overheard their argument. "Do you think we should stop them?" asked England.
"Nah," answered America, "I only deal with them five days a week."
"You know," France started to explain, "this would rationalize with the other countries and you can say goodbye to this school."
America got up. "You're right!" He then dashed to the situation. But to make matters worse, when he tried to talk to the two Arabs, they both threw pies at his face!
The American boy cupped his hands on his face while saying "This is not happening!" over and over again.
The Canadian tapped on the American's shoulder. "Uh, hey, I think you should look at this."
The American looked up and followed where the Canadian was pointing at. His eyes widened and then settled. "Finally," he said. He then got up and noticed the waiter about to give the bill. "Ha! How you like me now Frenchie‼ You owe me 10 Euros baby!"
"What are you talking about?" the French asked, with a puzzled look. The American grabbed his head and turned it to the direction where the Canadian had pointed.
Yep, you guessed it; the British and the Japanese finally had their first kiss. "Look," pointed out the Chinese.
The two Arabs stopped fighting and everyone turned their heads to where the Chinese pointed out. "Finally," the Greek said and left the table. The Italian walked along with her.
"Tell me about it," the Palestinian said. She then looked at the Korean who seemed to look at the girl like she was a total weirdo. She felt hurt and left the table by herself.
"Wait!" The Korean grabbed one of his crutches and limped to the girl. "Let me walk you home."
The Palestinian was confused. "I thought you were afraid of me."
"No. Let's go." The Palestinian then went back to give him the other crutch and left.
The Egyptian didn't approve of this. "Hey, wait—"
"Just leave her alone," the Turkish said. "She said she hasn't forgotten."
The Egyptian wanted to argue back, but agreed with what the Turk said. "Fine." Then the three of them left the scene.
"So, who's going to pay ze bill?" asked the French waiter.
America, who was the last one standing, sadly paid for their meals. "Lemme see." He took the bill from the boy's hands and was so shocked by the expensive price, he fainted.