Oh god, this was the worst chapter in the history of chapters to write. And it's so freaking short!
I also got horrible writer's block when I was only about 600 words in, and ended up changing my entire plot. But it's ok, because now I should be updating a bit faster.
Probably not until Monday, though, as my birthday's on Sunday.
I am really sorry for the horrible writing you are about to endure. Please, don't come to my place in large mobs, because that would be very scary.
Disclaimer: I no own Hetalia. Got it?
"Hey, don't forget that today's America's birthday," Kaylee reminded me as she made breakfast. She had slept over at my house last night, after we got back from eating lunch with the nations, and had insisted on making pancakes. I told her that she didn't have to make me breakfast, but she insisted on it, saying that my cooking was terrible. Which I didn't deny, because it was true.
"I'm not going to forget it's his birthday, Kaylee!" I said, watching her cook. "I mean, it's the freaking Fourth of July. And he's been dropping hints every day for the past week! We're going to hang out later, after you go home."
"Do you want me to leave now?" she asked.
"No, you can stay. I'm hungry, and you're making pancakes." Actually, I had invited Kaylee over to spend the night because I was hoping Prussia would call her while I was there. I really wanted to see her face when he told her he liked her. That would make me very happy.
As she finished up the pancakes, I went to get the syrup from the pantry. Maple syrup with pancakes was the best. The absolute best. I set it out on the table, and Kaylee plopped a couple of pancakes on each of our plates.
"Man, isn't it lucky that your parents decided to take a cruise to the Bahamas this week?" Kaylee said as she took a bite of pancake. "It's really cool that they trust you so much."
"More like they couldn't wait to get out of the house," I said, bringing my fork to my mouth. I tasted the pancake as it went down my throat. "Holy crap, Kaylee! Where did you learn to make these? They're delicious!"
"Thanks! My mom taught me how to make them from scratch a long time ago. Hers are better, though."
"Can I come to your house and live there? Permanently?"
We both laughed. It was nice to spend some time alone with Kaylee. I didn't really get to do that a lot anymore. We were both always so busy, not to mention being miles and miles apart during the school year. It was nice to just sit and talk.
Of course, soon enough we finished our delicious pancakes and had to think of something to do. I was going to ask Kaylee to leave pretty soon after lunch so that I could spend more time with America on his birthday. I laughed as I realized how old he was.
"So, what do you want to do now?" Kaylee asked from the kitchen. She was cleaning up after us, too. Why did she have to be so awesome?
"I don't know," I said, thinking. "Well, I guess we could go to Brighton Beach and swim in Lake Superior."
"I guess, but isn't that really, really cold?" she asked.
"Of course it is, it's Lake Superior! But it's pretty warm outside right now, so I'm sure we'll be fine." I went to my room and grabbed two of my bathing suits, thankful that Kaylee was about my size.
Because I'm awesome (A/N: Sadly, not as awesome as Prussia), I insisted on driving to the beach. Well, that and I knew I was a faster driver than Kaylee. When we got there, Kaylee went into the tiny bathroom (more like a Port-A-Potty) to change into her swimsuit and I took the backseat of the car. Thank goodness the windows were tinted. There weren't a lot of people out here, actually, the beach was pretty much empty, but I wasn't taking any chances.
When we were both finished, I led the way through the tall grass and down to the rocky shore. Brighton Beach was full of rocks. Little pebbles and stones, hefty rocks that made a huge splash when you threw them, and giant rocks that made good surfaces to sit or stand on. Most of the larger rocks were partially or completely in the water. Taking a deep breath, I dipped one foot in the water. Huh, it wasn't nearly as cold as I'd thought it would have been. It was actually pretty nice. I relayed that fact to Kaylee and she came in too, gasping slightly at the surprising temperature of the water.
In a way that reminded me of when we were kids, we splashed and played around in the water for what felt like hours. We only stopped when Kaylee's phone rang, at which point she got out of the water and retrieved it from the rock she had set it on. She answered it, and I wondered who could possibly be on the other end of the line. Although I had a pretty good idea.
Relax Prussia, you can do this! You're awesome!
Prussia was trying to convince himself to call Kaylee and ask her to hang out with him, because he was just awesome like that. He kept telling himself that he was awesome over and over again for a few more minutes until he felt he was ready to make the call. He whipped out his cell phone and dialed the number, silently praying that she would pick up.
Which she did.
"Hello?" came her voice from the other end of the line.
"Hi Kaylee, It's me, the Awesome Prussia! I just wanted to know what you're doing right now."
"Oh, hi Prussia! Olivia and I are out swimming at Brighton Beach. The water isn't even that cold today! Why do you ask?"
Here it was. Time to ask her. "I was wondering if you would like to hang out with the Awesome Me tomorrow. I'm in Duluth right now, so I thought I'd ask."
A short pause followed that. Prussia thought he heard Kaylee and Olivia's muffled voices through the phone, and realized that she was probably asking Olivia what she should do.
She answered a few seconds after the voices stopped. "Sure! That sounds awesome, Prussia!"
He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and said back into the phone, "Awesome! So, I was thinking that we could meet tomorr-"
But he didn't get to finish his sentence, because all of a sudden, he heard the sound of a gun going off. But it wasn't coming from anywhere around him. It was coming from the place where Kaylee was.
Almost immediately after the gun went off, either Kaylee or Olivia screamed, and the phone was cut off with a long, loud beep.
Prussia dropped his phone in surprise, and didn't even wince when he heard the screen shatter. Only one thing was registering in his brain right now.
Kaylee and Olivia were in danger. Something had to be done.
The first thing Prussia did was go to the room next to his. He was staying in the same hotel as America, and he thought that America needed to know what was going on.
He knocked hard at the door, his heart pounding so fast he felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.
"Hey, Prussia! Dude, what's up?" America opened the door, acting like his normal cheerful self, but that all changed when he saw Prussia's face. "Dude, what's the matter?"
Prussia told him all about the phone call, the gunshot, and the scream. As he was telling the story, America's face changed from happy, to worried, to just plain horrified.
"We have to go see if they're okay!" he yelled, pushing past Prussia and heading out to his car. Prussia followed, mentally agreeing with America.
On their way to Brighton Beach, America tried to call both Olivia and Kaylee's cell phones several times. The calls went straight to voicemail. Neither of them talked the entire way, until they pulled into the beach parking lot.
There was one car there, which America recognized as Olivia's car, but there were no people in sight. The two nations (well, nation and ex-nation) searched the grass, the rocks, and the water for any sign of blood, but all they found was a single bullet casing on one of the large, flat rocks.
As a sort of final, desperate move, America opened the car door, which was unlocked, and looked around inside of it. He came back out with a piece of paper in his hand, reading whatever it said as fast as he could. Prussia could see his eyes whipping back and forth across the page.
"What? What is it?" Prussia asked, striding over to America. America just handed the piece of paper to him, not wanting to talk, or maybe not able to.
It read:
Hello, America,
I suppose you're probably wondering where Olivia is by now.
Well, she's with me.
And will remain with me unless you show up at my place at a time that we will prearrange, alone.
You must be alone.
Basically, call this number or you will never see her again.
206-758-1439
P.S. Oh yeah, Kaylee's with me too.
Prussia looked up from the letter at America, who looked back at him, anger, frustration, and a little bit of sadness in his eyes. Prussia looked away, towards the lake, letting the letter drop to the ground.
"Well, shit."
Ooh, drama!
Finally, I was tired of just rambing on and on about endless nonsense.
So, next chapter we find out who wrote the letter!
I would love to read your guesses!
So, tell me what they are in a review!
Oh, and if you're one of the people who already know, don't spoil it for everyone else. I want you guys to be shocked.
Did anyone catch the subtle A Very Potter Sequel reference I threw in there? No? Okay!
One more thing: I'm going to get Alice Kirkland cosplay for my birthday!
Well, not for a few weeks afterwards, but I am getting it!
Tealgirl713 out!
