Shut Me Up!

Chapter 9

Bff/N: HECK YEAH! IT'S MY POV Y'ALL! WOOT WOOT! XD

(Avery's POV)

(a couple of minutes before Sam and England's fight)

I glared at both men. "Okay, we need to set some boundaries."

Scotland snorted which I gladly ignored. "Scotland, if you touch me—or Sam, I will personally hang on you a flagpole by your balls and paint the words 'Welcome to Washington, D.C.' on your penis."

Said Scot winced and shifted uncomfortably.

Continuing on… "Now, England, I'll try to keep Sam away from you as much as possible."

England nodded, "Well, it's not so much as her being around me than it is her raping me!"

"Hah! Well then you're screwed, man!" I keeled over in laughter at the thought of Sam pinning a poor England to a wall. "Shit! Do ya know how funny thatta be?"

Scotland slipped an arm around my waist. "Would it be funny if I was like Sam…?" he nibbled on my earlobe.

My face turned bright red. "G-get away from me, you pervert!" I pushed against him.

Scotland smirked at my efforts. "Come on, lass, one kiss?"

"No!"

During all of this England brought up a pretty good question. "Hey…where's Samantha?"

My head snapped towards England with the thoughts of: Good question…Any possible answers? Yes, she could be running into a freakin' glass door or breaking stuff. Or just trying on clothes that don't belong to her… "I—"

"I'm right here." Sam leaned against the door frame, wearing some king of old long red coat with a sword stuck to the belt. On her head was a black pirate hat with a big feather stuck to it. Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!

"S-sam?" I stuttered, too stunned for a smart mouth remark.

Sam glared at me. She always told me that she saw a pirate that liked to watch her very closely everyday…I thought she had finally come off her rocker.

England narrowed his eyes at Sam. "What do you think you're doing?"

I saw Sam smirk, "Not you sadly."

Damn, Sam… I thought, Huh…I made a rhyme! Hahaha.

England let out this low growl, something like a tiger whose been issued a challenged. "You have a sword so use it!" He grabbed one of the swords from display.

I clutched the nearest thing to me. Scotland.

England swung the sword around while Sam stared wide-eyed but tight lipped.

Oh, God, Sam…Now what in the Name of Hell have you gotten yaself in this time…

Sam pulled out her sword as well, "Bring it!"

With all his might, England swung the sword.

"No!" I yelled, and tried to run to her—God only knows what I'd do—but Scotland grabbed me by waist again. Damn men—whoops, I mean, damn anime men with faster reflexes!

Sam seemed to easily block his hit. England threw another series of complicated swings at Sam. She seemed to anticipate every move he made.

I stared wide-eyed as one of his swings actually hit her! "Sam!" I screamed then cursed the Scot behind me and the English man in front of me, "You fuckin' bastards! When I get a damn gun in my hands, y'all are cottage cheese!"

Sam—having ignored my angered outburst—smiled, a little sadistic. "Ohhh, England…"

"What?" England looked a little confused.

"I won." She smiled a little brighter.

"Wha-we're not done yet!" he yelled taking a huge swing.

Sam easily blocked it, but let him get a little closer to her.

I looked at Scotland, my anger fading as confusion took over. He was dead focused on staring at these two, and without looking at me, he said, "England got beat by a teenage girl."

Light bulb went off over my head and I grinned, "Damn straight."

~o~

At dinner there was a tense air between England and Sam. Of course, I didn't complain, Sam was finally quiet for once.

I looked at Scotland, "So, um…What the hell is this?" I pointed to my…odd looking food.

"Doesn't matter," Sam spoke up, "It's needed energy, Ave-Ave." She had eaten half of her food already.

"S-sam! You're eating something that looks like a *****!" I exclaimed.

She shrugged, "Tastes better than it looks."

England jumped up beaming. "Really? You like my cooking? There's an American who actually likes my cooking?"

Sam smiled, "Yup! It's awesome~!"

I let out a small laugh, "Well, Sam's back to normal…"

Scotland lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke right into my face.

"Asshole…" I mumbled after my coughing fit and over exasperated waving the stupid smelly smoke out of my face.

"What was that, lass?"

"Your mom." I said deadpanned.

Sam laughed.

"Really?" Scotland tilted his head.

I looked at him, "…Who made ya such a dumbass?"

Scotland smirked and I could have slapped myself, "Your mum."

Sam was literally rolling on the floor laughing. "Oh, God, he's good! Haha!"

Scotland smirked at my glare, but suddenly got up. "Well, wee brother, shouldn't we show our lasses to their rooms?"

"Oh!" England said. "I completely forgot!" England got up and motioned for us to follow him. "This way."

Sam looked at me and shrugged. Pfft, she and I both know she would follow England off a cliff if he said so. So damn gullible…

Scotland snaked his arm around my waist, and, being too tired to shove him away, I gave him a tired glare. Avery too tired…

We walked up the stairs, Scotland murmuring something in my ear which to me sounded like some kind of language I didn't know. What was it Scots speak…I'll have to ask Sam later—she knows this kind of random stuff.

"Nngh…" I groaned as we stepped into one of the guest bedrooms.

England cleared his throat, "These are your rooms."

"Finally, Avery need sleep…" I said as I walked zombie-liked over to one of the beds and threw myself on it.

Sam pushed Scotland out of the way and slammed the door closed. "Don't go to sleep just yet, Ave. I need to talk to you. This serious."

"Ugh. Can't it wait until the mornin'?" I groaned and rolled over to my side.

"Avery, it's about that fight with England."

That woke me up. I shot up straight in my bed, "Oh! Well then tell, tell!"

Sam fidgeted, "Well it might be a coincidence but…"

"Sam, spill…" I snapped, my patience running thin.

"Okay, do you remember the pirate I see? You know…the one who I see but no one else sees?" Sam looked down.

I thought for a second, "Well, yeah…but, Sam, that has nothing to—"

"England was the pirate that I saw, Ave. In my dreams we constantly fought. I thought it was one of my reams… Avery, have I gone mad?" Sam looked at me with big puppy dog eyes.

I felt my eye twitch, "Sam, that pirate was just a figment of your imagination."

Sam stood up, her eyes filled with tears as she cried, "No, he wasn't! He was there! I could feel him! I know he was there… I'm not crazy." With that finally cry, she ran out of the room.

I stared wide-eyed. I knew I couldn't run after her since she'll just blow up in my face.

It'll have to wait until tomorrow then… Sighing, I pulled the covers out from being tucked so tightly and covered my head. Ugh…

I took a quick glance at the clock: 8:30.

"This time change is kicking my ass…" I mumbled groggily.

My eyes drooped closed and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

To be continued…

A/N: So… I love you all! Plus, the reviews & love are making me want to write more! Some people asked some questions.

One asked, "Why did you laugh at the D.C.?"- Well, my friend…I'm not one to tell (winks).

Oh, and thanks to the person who thinks this fic is Prussia-like-awesome b/c I mentioned Mississippi. Love ya all!

Also: Okay, so the pirate thing…y'all that isn't a lie, or made up. I do see a pirate and I see him more since I've watched Hetalia. Weird part? He looks more and more like England. He likes to talk to me at school which is why I space during class. I get in trouble for spacing, but…If I tell my teacher, "Oh, sorry, the pirate was talking to me." She'd probably give me detention.

(sigh) Well I'm scared to tell my Mom about it, too…

Anywho…Ave, any comments?

Adios, mis amigas y amigos! R&R!

(Song I listened to while writing this chapter: We No Speak Americano by Nightcore)

Bff/N: Yo, guys, what's up?

Anyway, I don't have a lot to write/say, but I'm backing Sam up on the pirate-ghost thing. I try to keep an opened mind with her and with everything else, but it's hard, ya know? She's called me constantly 'bout it and I listen patiently to her, but I finally told her to stop callin' me or I was gonna make the pirate ghost look like a freakin' happy face when I was finished with her.

Also, the song above is funny to listen to (in my perspective anyway).

I think Sam is doin' great with this story and to give y'all spoilers on THE SERIES (notice how that's in CAPS=IMPORTANT) she's planning on makin' more stories with the gang (Me, Sam, Meagan, and Morgan and the Hetalia guys) with different plots/story (for example: spy life)

Oh, and I've got to post this 'cuz it's fuckin' hilarious!

This conversation happened in our sixth period class. We were discussing different themes for Sam's fanfic series for Hetalia and one of them was of our normal lives (though we don't HAVE normal lives—I mean Sam, me, and the Twins don't anyway)

So here it is!:

Sam: So, if I do decide to make a fanfic about our normal lives then I'll have to change the name our school's name…What's the opposite of pillow?

Me: (thinking about it seriously and yells out randomly) BEDSPREAD!

Rest of class:….What?

Sam: (of course she's the only one who gets it)—is dying out laughing—

Me: (Blushes while laughing)

xD haha, that was funny! Anywho…

BYEBYEZ! (Waves like spaz)