So sorry about the late update, I had a lot of crap going on. All my school events(Except finals) are over so unless I'm studying for finals my updates shouldn't be late. :)
America walked slowly up the hidden staircase, holding on tight for extra support. It was an old flight of stairs that creaked. America was pretty sure if she stepped on some of the steps, she would fall through so she skipped a couple every now and then. Finally making it to the top, America stood triumphantly.
"Two months pregnant and I can still do stuff Canada can't." She said with a smirk. She looked at the valley of white sheets before her. Everything was covered head to toe in a white blanket.
"Well, this makes snooping a lot harder." She pouted.
America made way in further into the hidden room. The light shinned dimly through the boarded window and lit the room. She walked over to the window and gazed through the cracks. 'You could see the whole world from here.' Thought America.
Tired of just standing there, America grabbed the end of one of the blankets and gently lifted it. Underneath it lie old furniture and other antiques. She shrugged her shoulders and placed the blanket back where she found it. Continuing her snooping, she lifted another blanket, this time finding books and old portraits. After grabbing the nearest book, she sat down. She then opened it and peered into the book. After a couple seconds she closed it.
"Uck, it's all in Russian."
She picked up another book, opened it, then quickly threw it behind her. After a while, she was running out of books to grab. While reaching for another book she heard a sudden tapping noise in the hidden room. America jumped to her feet and started shaking.
"Oh God! What was that?"
'Tap'
She turned to her left, nothing.
'Tap'
She turned to her right, nothing.
'Tap'
Very slowly she turned to look behind her, and standing there stacking the books that she had thrown was a familiar little gray alien.
"T-tony?"
The alien stacked the last of the books and looked at her.
"Tony!" She said again, but this time happy, not confused.
She ran over and hugged him. "You've come to rescue me!"
The alien shook his head no.
"Visit then?"
The little alien ignored her question and grabbed her hand, leading her through the room to a door. He then opened the door. The two walked down a narrow path to another door, that opened up to a hallway.
"Hey," she said looking out the door. "This leads to the hallway I just came from."
She looked to her left to see the set of stairs she had climbed up. She turned around and looked back at Tony. He pointed down the hall. She ignored him.
"Ya know, I bet this door that leads into the hallway wasn't here before you came."
He pointed down the hall again.
"I just found you and you want me to leave---"
She stopped upon hearing the sound of a door opening.
"He's back already?" She whined.
She turned to the alien "Tony I-"
He was long gone. She glared at the door.
"Goodbye to you to"
"America." Russia called.
"What?" She yelled back.
"Could you come here please?"
She rolled her eyes and walked to the front door. She looked at the tall man standing in the doorway, his violet eyes and white scarf seemed to glow in the dim light of the room.
Russia smiled as he gazed upon the little American. The shirt she had been given to wear, belonged to his sister, Ukraine, so it hung loosely in the front. He had given her some of her old pants too, but America insisted she was most comfortable in her blue jeans so he had found himself washing them almost everyday. She looked angry, as usual, and a stubborn little piece of hair stood straight up on the front of her head. Russia wondered why that one piece of hair defied gravity and all its logic and why it was so straight when the rest of her hair laid obediently on her head as little blond ringlets. Little golden ringlets that reminded him of the brightest sunflower and blue eyes that when he gazed into them he felt like he was staring into an endless sky.
He looked into her eyes. She stared back, annoyed
"What?" she asked again
He smiled.
"You're a creepy mother fucker, you know that?"
He chuckled and tossed her a duffle bag.
"What's this?"
"Open it."
She unzipped it and looked inside.
"My clothes!"
She pulled out one of her favorite shirts closed her eyes and hugged it. She stopped and opened her eyes.
"Wait a second, this means….. you went to my house!"
He nodded.
"Why?"He raised an eyebrow.
"To get your clothes of course. Plus, I had to talk to your boss."
"What? Why?"
"I had to tell him where you were. If I didn't it would of caused a national incident."
"What did you tell him exactly?"
Russia shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing really, I just said where you were and that you were okay, then I left."
"You have horrible people skills"
"Now don't be mean, I just got home. You should be welcoming me, not insulting me."
"Welcome you home?"
"Da, now come give me a hug."
America looked at him as if he were crazy. "No!"
"Why not? You give Tony hugs." Russia said sounding angry.
America froze. "I-I don't know who you are talking about."
Russia smiled an evil smile. "Oh really?"
America crossed her arms and nodded.
Suddenly Russia pulled out a little book from inside his coat.
"Hey!" America yelled "Is that my dairy?"
Russia walked past America while flipping through the pages.
"You ass! Give it to me!"
Russia sighed. "Oh how I wish you weren't talking about this book."
He turned back around to America and read aloud.
"Dear dairy,"
He skimmed through to the part he was looking for.
"I saw Tony today and gave him a hug. I know it won't make up for the present he gave me, but the least I can do is hug him until I can find something to give him in return."
Russia shut the book with one hand, making a loud noise.
"Who is Tony and why is he giving you gifts?"
"T-Tony you say? Oh, that Tony! I remember now. He's....he's my dog! Yeah, that's it! Tony is my dog!"
"I didn't see any dog there, and even if I did I still wouldn't believe you."
"Why not?"
"Because dogs don't give people gifts."
"The gift of love!" America pointed out.
"Who is Tony?" Russia asked again.
"Hey, wait a second." America said "Why the hell are you invading my privacy and reading my stuff?"
Russia sighed as if he has told the story a hundred times before. "When I was getting your things it fell out of your shirt drawer."
"So you decided to read it?"
"No, not until I saw the name Tony. Now, who is he? Just tell me, I won't be upset."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm not allowed to tell."
Russia stared back confused. "Who told you you're not allowed to tell?"
"Area 51."
"Who?"
"Oh, would you please just drop it? For God sake he's not even human."
America put a hand over her mouth. 'Woops,' she thought.
"Not human? What is he then?"
"What do you care."
"I need to know if he's an actual living being."
"Why?"
"Because you are England's sister, he might not even be real-"
"Aliens are to real!"
Russia stared blankly at her and for a moment the to just stared at one another. The staring contest was broken when Russia heard a noise coming from the kitchen. Russia turned his head and started for the kitchen door. America's thoughts were ones of panic.
'Oh God, please don't let it be Tony!'
She ran behind Russia.
'Please don't let it be Tony, please don't let it be Tony, please- Oh God, it's Tony'
Russia stared blankly at the Alien ,dressed in an apron, washing dishes. America walked over and stood beside Russia. She sighed. Might as well get this over with.
"Russia," she said "this is Tony. Tony, this is Russia."
The alien stopped doing dishes to look over and nod at Russia. America looked at the shocked Russian and rolled her eyes.
"And you thought I might be crazy." She snatched the book out of his hands and walked away.
"Asshole." she said upon leaving the room.
That night America sat on her bed. After she had wrote a new entry in her dairy, she had hid it under her mattress.
"There" she said. "Now he'll never find it."
Russia then knocked on her door and came straight in, not even waiting for an answer.
"Well, look who decided to actually move out of his spot." She giggled "Seriously, you looked like you were going to shit yourself from shock. I hope you changed your pants after seeing my awesome alien."
"Yes I will admit, I was indeed in some sort of shock, but not enough to do as you say 'shit myself'."
She laughed at the way Russia repeated her swear words. "So, you're not scared of Tony?"
"No, as a matter a fact, he is the reason I am here."
America frowned. "I don't followed."
"Well, you see, he wanted me to apologize and-"
"Holy shit! He talked to you?"
Russia chuckled as if remembering something. "No, not exactly, but I could get what he was trying to say."
"Well," America said "let's hear it."
She crossed her arms and smiled. When Russia hadn't said a word yet, she closed her eyes and said..
"I'm waiting."
Russia lips turned into a devious smile. Sometimes he was happy America wasn't too bright. She was a silly girl for closing her eyes when he was in the room.
He quietly walked over to America.
"I'm waiting." She said again.
Russia leaned his face down to America's. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing."Don't worry," He said, startling America and causing her to fall back on the bed. He took advantage of the situation and climbed on top of her. Staring down into the now surprised eyes of America, he smiled. "You do not have to wait any longer."
