Chapter Twelve, aru

My First Blunder

It took a while, but we finally arrived. Hungary accuses Asians of driving poorly but really that's quite hypocritical coming from her. Bulgaria and Latvia played chess and four times their board was messed up.

Moldova, for once, was moderately quiet. He was playing Pokemon on his elder brother's cellular phone. Ukraine and Lithuania were reminiscing Soviet times in hushed, trembling voices and Poland, well, he did some unutterable things. Too traumatized to tell, aru. No Japan, he did not rape anyone. Just because your soldiers have shown a historical predilection for- ow! Alright, aru, for hitting me, I will tell no further.

Exactly.

Hmm?

Oh, alright, aru, if you insist.

After about an hour we arrived at the spa, a big, glass dome-y thing from wherefore echoed laughter and splashing. As we approached, Poland's nattering failed to distract me from the sight of several pretty girls diving into the water.

Hmm.

At the reception desk, Hungary paid swiftly, eager to jump into the water and drown the memory of the pool party's cost in lukewarm, bubbling water. Then we all rushed towards somewhere, I didn't know where in particular, but everyone was heading there so I followed after them, aru.

Turns out they were leading me to the changing cabinets. Thoroughly distracted by the worry that had taken hold of me once again, aru, I walked in through the wrong door.

Japan, shut up.

I would have gotten into a very embarrassing predicament had Ukraine not spied me and gently whispered, "Yao, the other door."

I flushed bright red from the horror of my monumental mistake and stumbled out the loose white doors, surrounded by the sounds of rushing water and of giggling, whispering females.

I am glad they spoke in Hungarian, as I could not understand what they were saying - and I preferred it that way, aru.