The Life of the Party
Chapter XII – All Good (?) Times Must Come to an End
Let's pick up where I was last time. We had done the dishes. So very, very eventful. I also made pancakes. Wow, so important. This deserves a holiday it's so amazing. I also made best friends with a bird. I must be, like, Snow White or something, to be such good friends with an animal. But then again, I have a pet polar bear who is not that close to me at all. I don't think that wild animals would be nice friends at all, to be honest. I like the domesticated ones better. Even though moose and beavers and platypuses are all very beautiful, I would much rather have a pet cat opposed to a pet moose. That'd be a disaster on the worst level of disaster. I can see it now…
Okay, please excuse my sarcasm and moose fantasies (If you took that in a perverted way I would suggest calling your doctor about now.) I am having a wave of bittersweet wash over me. I am very happy with the moment, yes. But I am utterly heartbroken (Is that the right word?) that my only friend is having to leave soon. I am sure that Ludwig is probably worried… I don't think that Alfred would be very worried about me if I ever suddenly disappeared or was kidnapped by a nice, gentle, and sweet pancake lover (Is it possible to kidnap yourself? Because I am the only one who fits that description…). But I am sure that Ludwig, being metaphorically the "Older Brother", or also known as the brother that takes care of the other sibling, is quite worried.
I had to call him soon, to tell him his brother wasn't kidnapped by anyone bad and he is completely fine. I knew I had to, but it was really nice to have someone else in my house or at least to speak with… A polar bear cub can't cut it sometimes. I also haven't had Francis or Alfred over in probably a few months each. I know that if I was too lonely and called France (I'm not sure about Alfred) he would pick up and be over in a heartbeat. But it wasn't really that that was making me so upset with the guy leaving and all. Maybe I just liked to have a change and somebody else over. Yeah, I think that's it. I just am getting really bored with my life and want to have more spontaneity in it. If anyone represents spontaneity, it's Gil. I'm sure that's just it, too.
Sigh… I guess after Prussia leaves I'll just be left with Kumawataro again, right? And the winter. It's that time of the year. Snow is no fun without people to enjoy it with… I've built a lot of snowmen and such. Trust me, if there is anyone who knows snowmen it's me. I've only built a snowmen with another person once in my life before. It was Christmas, and everyone was enjoying another one of those big Christmas parties that were always hosted on the same day annually. I have no clue who the kid was. It was a girl, I know that. She had brown hair and a shy smile.
I had been forgotten about in the party, so I went outside to play in the mounds of snow around. I was about seven to ten then. When I was half way done with my snowman the girl came by and asked me if I had a nose to put on it. I said no, like the truthful boy I was raised. She found one, it was a sharp stick. We finished the snowman, it was great. She then had to go though and I've never seen her since. I still build snowmen by myself sometimes, but never often anymore. I wonder what it's like to build snowmen with other people you know. Probably fun.
Sorry about going off topic. I sort of let my mind wander when I was alone. I guess. Prussia had disappeared to go get some better clothes. His tuxedo was just an absolute disaster. Only a minute after he left I realized he of course didn't bring any of his own clothing, considering that the visit here was completely and totally unexpected. We were still the same size though. So most likely my clothing would fit him…
Speak of the devil, and he appears. There he was. He was wearing a pair of my sweatpants. A lame and dull gray pair I hadn't worn in probably a few weeks. He was still dragging my thick comforter around on his broad shoulders, I didn't know if I would have to rip it out of his hands or not before he left, but he seemed to really like it and I'd let him drag it around if he really wanted to. I couldn't see right now if he had taken one of my shirts or left on that tuxedo top, but I guess I'd find out soon enough.
He ran over to the couch I was sitting on and jumped down next to me with much more enthusiasm than I had at the moment. It made me light up a little to have the life of the party back in the room. It seemed a lot more boring without him lately. Seriously, I must really need more spontaneity in my life if I was waiting in suspense for him to change or get out of the bathroom. Really, I did need a change. Even if only a small one.
He laughed loudly and asked me what we were going to do next. Well, I am pretty sure that the next thing we're going to do is call this guy's brother, so nobody is ripping their hair out in stress. I feel like one a little kid that is sad because they had a friend come over and are going to beg their parents if the friend can stay over another few hours or another night. Wow, that was exactly what I was doing. But there was no way I was going to grovel to Germany to ask if I could keep his brother for another few hours or a day. That just… I already don't get noticed enough. Saying something like that would make the only attention I get negative… I think. I don't know. I just don't imagine Germany as understanding as much as I bet he is.
I am just being confusing now, I know. And I am sorry. I've never felt like I've wanted to stay by a person before though. Not a person that wasn't family, though. And this time I don't want to stay with them for shelter or water or other necessities. I wanted to stay with Gil because…
Because…
Anyway, about this time he knocked me out of my head by grabbing my shoulders and shaking me while yelling things like "Are you there?" "Yo', Birdie!" or "Talk to me!" At least I knew he cared.
I tried to see straight, I got dizzy pretty easily, and swatted at Gil. He saw the hint I was letting out and stopped shaking me like some morbid doll. I got a chance to smile for a few seconds before letting myself come back to reality and frown again. He saw that and murmured (At least it sounded that quiet for his normal volume. It was still louder than I think I could have gotten to though) "Hey. You okay?" I nodded and peeled his grip off of my weaker shoulders. He then flashed me with that big grin of his with those crimson eyes glowing.
"So~? What're we doing now, Birdie?" He sounded like an enthusiastic kindergartener. I think he might actually be just that. Or at least he surely is mentally.
"Well, I-I think that… your brother. He is probably worrying about you right now." He looked at me and tilted his head to the side a small bit. I would have missed it is he didn't have the face and eyes that emitted confusion to match it.
"Wha-? West?" I nodded. I believe that that was who we were both talking about. He sighed and looked like he was going to try to brush it off but got blocked instead. He looked like he lacked that enthusiasm now… It sort of made me feel weakened, or at least a lot less happy. He frowned and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, you're right." I was kind of expecting him to deny it. I am glad that he has more reasoning than that. Though as we have discussed, I am very much not excited for the man to leave.
He frowned for another few seconds before patting my head and asking me if he could borrow my phone.
