Hey guys, so someone asked when my birthday was and its May 29th, I'm now 16 }:D
anyway, I got a job that has me live at a summer camp for 9 weeks. (it starts June 9th) So I may or may not find enough time to write. I'll see what happens when I get there.
So this is May's last chapter and such. I hope you guys like it and have a wonderful summer! :D
After a moment or two of hesitation outside the door to Deireadh's bedroom, Slovakia turned the handle to walk inside. The day had so far been a quiet one without the year's presence, because May had little else to do without having Deireadh to torture, and Slovakia was bored of the constant silence.
The year was stretched out across his bed, reading something of apparent interest. After making his presence known with a swift cough, Slovakia crossed the room, seating himself by Deireadh.
"What are you doing?"
Looking up from his book, Deireadh replied coolly, "Well, I was reading, before you interrupted me."
Unwilling to start a fight, Slovakia ignored the annoyance in Deireadh's tone. "What book?"
Deireadh snorted. "Nothing you'd be interested in."
"Try me."
Before responding, Deireadh took a moment to sigh. "I'm reading The Ring of Solomon, if you must know."
"Is it good?" Slovakia asked, shuffling closer to peer down at Deireadh's novel.
"It's not as good as the original books; it's a prequel to The Bartimaues Trilogy." Deireadh paused, thinking. "Why do you care?"
Slovakia shrugged. "I figured, you must be doing something interesting, to not hear me call for dinner." He smirked. "Food is very important, but if you don't want it-"
"I want it," Deireadh said. He hurriedly placed a scrap of paper in the book to mark his page, setting it down on the bedside table.
With a smile, Slovakia got to his feet. "It's potato pancakes."
"Really? I thought we were doing dinner," Deireadh whined, standing up all the same.
Irritated, Slovakia huffed. "This is my house so I can make what I like."
Before Deireadh could respond, no doubt with some sort of thinly-veiled insult, they both heard a door open and shut. May's voice echoed from downstairs, "Someone's here!", and Slovakia exchanged a look with Slovakia before the pair of them raced into the corridor to check for the new guest.
"It's almost like she thinks I'm stupid," Slovakia mumbled as he moved with Deireadh. "I can hear the door by myself, at least."
Deireadh grimaced in reaction. "Welcome to my world; every single Month treats me like I'm still a kid."
"It's what comes with being newer," Slovakia explained, turning to begin descending the stairs. "Even though I'm older than some of the countries I still get treated like I'm younger. It gets annoying."
They both walked in silence the rest of the way, Slovakia taking the lead as they came up to the kitchen.
"Who's here?" he asked, once he'd spotted May sitting at the table.
"Oh, just a friend of mine," May laughed. "He'll be in here shortly!"
Slovakia narrowed his eyes. "If it's who I think it is then I'm blaming you."
Mock-innocent, May smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Deireadh shook his head. "I don't think I want to know." He looked around, to the plates on the table, and added, "Are we going to eat?"
"As soon as I fix something."
At the sound of a new voice, Deireadh turned to the doorway. Walking through it was a man with short dark brown hair and an antennae-like thing sticking out of the top of his head, fixing his jacket sleeves absent mindedly. "Honestly Slovakia, I thought I taught you how to cook."
Rather than expressing hospitality, Slovakia glared at the new arrival. "Why are you here, Czech?"
The Czech Republic laughed. "I was bored and wanted something to do!" He turned and looked at Deireadh. "I'm assuming you're 2012?"
Deireadh narrowed his eyes and informed Czech of his name.
Taking a seat next to May, Slovakia said, "I still don't know why you insist on annoying me by coming here."
Czech merely chuckled. "Aren't we supposed to be friends? I thought that meant I could come over if I had nothing else going on."
Slovakia glared at the table. "Yeah, not when you take my things."
"You kept getting drunk and hitting me with them. I believe I'm justified."
Undeterred, Slovakia continued glaring daggers into the table. "Whatever."
Gleefully pulling out the chair next to Slovakia, Deireadh announced, "I didn't know you drank!"
Czech sat down on the other side of May. "I do as well, but not as much as he does."
Recalling his previous awful encounters with borderline-alcoholics, Deireadh swallowed. "Please tell me you're not as bad as France."
May, Czech, and Slovakia all scoffed at the same time, but Slovakia answered, "I'm nowhere near as bad as him."
"Nor am I," Czech chimed in.
"I'm going to go get the food," May declared, "seeing as how you guys forgot about it." While standing, she winked at Czech and Slovakia. "Don't kill each other while I'm gone."
Czech puffed out his cheeks. "I'll try not to; it all depends on what happens."
May cursed under her breath and moved to the oven, but ran into yet another person, emerging from the kitchen doorway as Czech had done before them. Deireadh tilted his head to the side; unlike the others, he felt like he had seen this person before.
"America? Why are you here?" May asked, her tone laced with annoyance.
The American representation smiled, holding out a bag for May to take. "I thought you'd want some hamburgers! Seeing as how it's national hamburger month in my country."
Groaning, Slovakia let his head fall to the table. "Kill me now…"
Deireadh poked Slovakia's side. "Why?"
"Slovakia isn't into having a lot of people in his house," Czech clarified, wearing a smile wide enough to rival America's.
"I'm sleepy," Slovakia mumbled. "It's too early for all of this."
America laughed. "You mean late!"
"Yeah, okay," May interjected; "America, I'm glad you came, but now you can leave."
"Aww come on May! It's your last day, lighten up."
Frowning, Deireadh raised a hand. "I have to say that I'm thoroughly confused."
America finally looked at the year. "Oh! Wow you're Deireadh right? You're so not like that kid I met at the beginning of the year! You're totally different."
Deireadh's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, I see now. I met you with January, right?"
Overjoyed, America nodded. "That's me!"
May threw her hands into the air in a bid to attract attention. "Hate to break up the happiness around here, but it's late and I have to go very soon."
"Then you have to eat at least one burger be for you go!" America insisted.
May crossed her arms. "I don't want one. Why do you think I always avoid you when I'm here? You're obnoxious."
"You say that every year," America pouted.
"And this year isn't any different."
"Everyone!" Slovakia hissed, "Just leave!"
Czech sighed. "I haven't done anything Slov, so I don't see why I should leave."
Slovakia turned to glare at Czech. "I just want to sleep or eat, preferably before tomorrow. I don't see how I can get that done with all the people in my home."
May shook her head. "Now you complain?" She sighed before pushing America to the door, hands reaching up to clasp his shoulders. "Why don't you wait and bother July like you always do?"
"How do you know about that?" America asked, confusion evident across his face.
"Easy, He talks about how annoying you always are when he gets home! Now can you go?"
America grinned. "Fine, fine I'll go, but I'm getting you back next year for sure-!"
"Oh joy," May replied instantly, her voice flat. She slammed the door behind America as he disappeared.
Deireadh just shook his head and tried to change the subject. "So May, uh, June is the next month I meet?"
May nodded. "But she doesn't pay attention to the years though, so you'll have to make sure she doesn't leave you somewhere."
Deireadh nodded. "Alright."
Czech stood up. "Well, Deireadh, May, nice seeing you. I suppose I'm going to head home myself."
Slovakia looked delighted at the prospect. "Good riddance!"
May smiled at Czech and waved. "See you next year!"
With that, Czech was gone.
Slovakia yawned and leaned back in his chair. "Now that's over, is my food still there? Or did Czech throw it way?"
Deireadh shrugged his response and May shook her head.
Slovakia sighed again. "Fine, whatever."
