Parties and Preparations (Chapter Twelve)
I walked home, supporting Lithuania. "I'm fine, I can walk," he had said before falling. "No you're not," I told him, helping him up. We made it home without incident and I pushed the huge doors open. Lithuania stumbled up the stairs, walking over to his room. "Well… Thanks for saying good night Lithuania!" I shouted up the stairs. Latvia walked down, sleepily rubbing his head, "Y-you guys are back already?" I nodded, "Yeah. But fratele mai mare isn't back yet." Latvia smiled, "He isn't? Is he coming back tonight?" I shrugged, "Who knows?"
I sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to me. Prussia sat down and Latvia sat on the other side of me. "So did you hear Romania?" I looked over at Latvia, "Hear what?" He smiled, "Poland is going to have a party tomorrow!" I sighed, leaning back, "And he didn't tell everyone that today why?"
Latvia leaned over on me, "What do you mean, vecākā māsa? (older sister)" I put my hands on the top of his head. "Well, unul mic (little one), almost all the countries were out with us tonight. And you know, many of them don't drink like Russia and I do." He looked at me, "So?" I started to answer, until Prussia said quickly, "They're going to be hung over like hell." I looked over at him, "Not all of them are going to be that hung over."
"Did you not see West?" he asked me, smirking. "I don't think I'll ever be able to unsee that…" I said, closing my eyes. "What happened?" Latvia asked. "No way! I am not talking about that. Do you guys want coffee?" I asked, walking into the kitchen. Prussia told Latvia about what happened before shouting over, "Sure!" I shook my head, flipping the coffee maker on. "What is with all the noise?" Estonia's voice floated down. "Come down here Estonia~" I said happily. He walked down the stairs, throwing a cursory glance over at Latvia and Prussia. "Ok Romania. I'm going to ask flat out. Why is Prussia here?" I rolled my eyes, "Because I invited him here." I smiled at him, "Problem, Estonia dear?" He looked at me strangely, quickly changing the subject. "What are you making?" he asked me.
"Coffee! Want some?" I asked, holding the pot up. I filled up three cups, adding a fourth when Estonia nodded. "Here," I said, handing him one. I put the pot back, carrying the three cups out. I sat down on the couch, sipping from one of the cups. Latvia picked one up, sipping cautiously. "Well, I'm quite tired. Come on, Prussia. I'll show you to the guest room."
He followed me up the stairs, "Is it always this cold here?" I shook my head. "Nope. It gets kind of warm in the summer. But you know, it's November right now." I pushed open the door. "Here we are! So, there's a bathroom here," I tapped the door across from the room. "And um… extra blankets are in the closet if you need them." He nodded, "Ok then. Thanks, Rom- Alexandreina." I smiled, "Of course. See you in the morning."
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of pancakes. When we were little, that was the sign that Russia never came home. I slipped on a pair of slippers and a robe and walked down the stairs. "Morning Latvia," I said with a yawn. Latvia flipped a pancake deftly. "Good morning Romania!" he said brightly. "Estonia and Lithuania left to go get some stuff." I yawned, looking in the fridge for some soda. I found one, popped the top, and drank some of it. "Oh Gott, I really shouldn't have drunk all that…" I turned, "Oh. Good morning!" Prussia yawned, rubbing the back of his head, "Jeez. How are you not hung over?" I shrugged, "I don't get hang overs. It's weird." Latvia flipped a pancake out. "Do you want some, guys?" The smell filled the kitchen and I nodded. "It smells good, Latvia! When'd you get so good at cooking?" He shrugged, "I'm not sure."
After we ate, the mail slot opened. "Hmm?" Latvia said, looking up. I stood up, dropped the plates in the sink, and picked it up. "Hi Everyone!" I read out, "So like, I'm totally having a party and I like want everyone to come. So like come over today at around like 2." "Who's that from?" Prussia asked me. "Who else writes like that? Poland of course." Latvia smiled, "Yay! We got invited!" I sighed, "It says everyone, Latvia. That includes us…" He laughed nervously, "Oh… I knew that…"
I sighed, sifting through the rest of the mail, "Not mine… not mine… not mine… Why is all the mail always for fratele mai mare?" Latvia shrugged, "Maybe cause he's the one who does all the papers and stuff?" I dropped the envelopes on the table. "Probably. Anyway, it's almost one right now…" Latvia smiled, grabbing my hand. "Come on! I want to make you look nice, vecākā māsa!" "W-what? Um.. ok?" I said, confused. Latvia led me up the stairs, "Sorry! I'm stealing your girlfriend!" I laughed a bit, "See you soon, ok?" Prussia nodded, laughing.
Latvia pulled me into the room, shutting the door. "Latvia, I am perfectly capable of getting ready. Jeez…" I said resentfully. "Yes, but you always just wear your military uniform and that's so boring! You need to look nice!" he responded, digging through my closet. I didn't say much; I knew when someone was on a rampage. He pulled out a few dresses, debating. "Latvia… I can do this myself." He shook his head, digging through my closet. "You have so many nice dresses in here Romania," his voice floated out of the depths of the closet.
Twenty minutes later, he'd managed to unearth all the dresses and skirts that I never wore. "Latvia, I was just going to wear jeans and a nice shirt." He shook his head, matching shirts with skirt. "But you need to look nice!" I sighed, sitting down on my bed. One of the cats wandered in through the partially opened door. She jumped up next to me and I realized that it was Viziune, my cat. "Mew?" I stood up, picked her up, and sat back down. She looked up at me, violet eyes glowing. "Hello, Viziune." I started petting her brown fur.
Latvia picked up a simple black dress with a lace trim and angel sleeves. "Latvia, I refuse to wear that without tights or leggings," I said, going through my drawers. I pulled out a pair of black leggings with a simple circle pattern cut out of them. "I don't think that my earrings match right now…" I said, looking for a pair of shoes. I found a pair of heels with a small flower on them. Latvia found a pair of nice pinkish flower earrings.
"Are you happy now?" I asked him after I changed. "Dreina, you look quite nice," Russia said, walking past. "Are you going somewhere?" I nodded. "Yep! And you can too! Poland's having a-"Russia finished my sentence, "Party. I know." I walked down the stairs, checking the clock. It read 1:46. "Latvia! Hurry up!" I shouted up the stairs, fixing my hair. I tied it up in a loose bun, putting in a flower clip. Latvia ran down right after I finished putting the minor makeup I was going to wear on. Latvia came running down the stairs, followed by Russia a few minutes later.
"Well, shall we go?"
(Author's Note) Hi peoples! If you want to see Romania's outfit… go here. .com/cgi/set?id=32551660 Ok? Please review!