Hello again, everyone! ^^ I'll try to be better at updating! I finally had a free night tonight! *tears of joy/happiness* As you can see, I am slightly hyper because of this knowledge~! Okay, so, ONWARD, TO -hopefully- VICTORY!
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~Whitney
-Whitney's POV-
He probably wanted to say so many things to her right then, but she had the control to his pain and suffering. He was smart to keep his mouth shut.
As Cassi started eating a piece of chocolate, Italy came wandering in. "Momma, I'm hungwy!" he whined, wanting to be picked up. She squealed before remembering she was Vash and straightened up.
"Very well. Whitney, when are we eating?" she asked as she bent down to pick him up.
"That's a good question." I replied awkwardly. "I kind of lost all track of time... What time is it, anyway?"
"About one in the afternoon, but no one had any breakfast." Cassi responded smoothly.
"I feel that I'm kind of in the mood for spaghetti..." I started, looking around to catch the others' reactions.
Cassi nodded, Feli cheered, France sighed and smiled probably thankful to be forgiven, and Prussia shrugged. England stood up. "What be that?" he asked.
"It's a pasta that's covered with tomato sauce and can sometimes contain either meatballs or sausage. It can also be served with garlic bread." I rattled off, smiling slightly even though I was a little afraid of him.
"... I 'ave nary an idea o' what ye be ramblin' on about. Why not jus' let me cook?" he suggested, making everyone look to him with wide eyes.
"Ahah... No." I replied defensively. "It's my kitchen. I cook."
"Ye little wench-"
"Ah, ah, ah!" Cassi started, her finger on the remote for the collar. England's voice turned into a low mutter as I turned and started to make the pasta.
Grabbing a pot, I filled it with water and sat it on the stove, waiting for it to start boiling. Turning to the cupboard, I pulled out the double boiler and filled the bottom with water, doing the same as I did for the first pot, put the top pot in, and then poured in the spaghetti sauce. Smiling, I looked around at the others. "Meatballs or sausage? Or both?" casting a glance at Cassi, I hastily added, "I'll put an extra pot down for you without any meat."
"Sausage!" Prussia cheered.
"Whatever you cook is enough to satisfy me, chaton. Food wise, zat is." France said, winking at me and smirking. It seemed the two of them had returned to normal.
England said nothing, and Spain nodded at me with a smile. I began cooking it as everyone else sat down at the table and started conversing.
Cassi then stood up. "I'll go get the others!" she said, running out and coming back in a few minutes later in normal clothes and with China, America and Romano.
"Well, then... If you guys don't mind, I'll probably use both." I shot a questioning glance at the others, figuring that Cassi had already informed them of our dilemma.
"Just cook, wench-" England started, but was quickly silenced as Cassi raised her eyebrows at him.
"Go for it!" America answered happily, giving me a thumbs up. With that, I took out a sauce pan and placed Cassi's portion of sauce without meat in it and began heating it. Taking the meatballs out of the freezer, I placed them in the sauce to be heated, and then proceeded to cut up the sausage to throw in.
"So, while she's doing that..." Cassi started, looking around the room. "Why don't we do something awesome?"
"What did you have in mind, papillon?" France asked, his mouth starting to smirk a little.
".. HIDE AND SEEK!" she yelled. Prussia looked at her. "Dude, hide and seek is awesome!"
"I know!"
The Italy brothers seemed to get a lot more excited at this.
America looked at them then. "I love hide and seek, dudes!"
China jumped up and down. "I wanna play~aru!"
"Honhonhon, oui, an interesting game it is." France added.
England then looked around at everyone. "What.. that.. be?" he asked slowly in confusion. A collective gasp was heard from everyone in the room and we all looked to him slowly.
"Oh DUDE!" Cassi yelled. "No wonder you're such a jerk, you've been deprived your whole life!" she shouted, then got up and ran out. "I'm going to change into my awesome uniform for this!" she called.
"Your awesome uniform?" Prussia asked curiously, looking at her oddly.
"Yeah mans! You guys be lookin' for some places to hide! I'll be back soon!" She responded.
"Ohonhonhon, well, I'm sure I'll have somewhere to hide..." France replied with a smirk.
"What do ye be blatherin about, ye landlubbers?" England replied in annoyance.
Spain shook his head. "You're.. I'm going to let the others explain, pirata. And instead of playing, I'm going to spend some time with amor, to make sure none of you get any bright ideas."
"Agh, no one be after yer wench!" England shouted.
"Oh, really? You'd do anything to spite me!" Spain countered.
"Guys, guys! I'm right here! Calm down!" I said cautiously. "S-Spain!" I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him back slightly. "Please don't get into another fight.."
He looked at me and his gaze softened, then he looked back to England and sighed. "Fine. But I am staying right here with you."
"And, Angletterre, we need to explain to you what hide and seek is!" France said, looking to him. He simply rolled his eyes.
"Dude, it's this really cool game where you pick one person to be the seeker and they basically count with their eyes closed then try to find everyone else!" America explained energetically.
"Oh.." he then started smirking which caused me to look at him worriedly.
"M-Momma, what is wrong with the scary man?" Romano asked, holding his brother and looking up at me.
"Uh... Uh... Good question, niño.. What's wrong with you?" I asked, looking at him still.
He smirked at me and laughed. "Jus' sounds like a game ye could change up, make a little more interestin'."
"More.. Interesting?" I questioned cautiously, looking around Spain.
England laughed. "Pay no attention, wench! Ye won't be playin' anyway. ... Not with us, that is." he smirked at Spain, whose face flushed slightly and then turned to look at the others. "Me hearties, ye may want to make better rules."
"Ohonhonhon, such as what, Angleterre?" France replied, smirking.
"Kesesese, are we talking about what I think we are?" Prussia replied, looking at them both.
"If any of you touch the girls.." Spain began dangerously, looking around at them all.
"Oh, ye won't have t' worry..." England smirked, which made me do exactly the opposite as I hesitantly turned back to the spaghetti.
-Cassi's POV-
I walked back into the kitchen, dressed in my Prussia costume as I was before.
I then hopped over to the others, a huge grin on my face, and looked at everyone. "So, when are we startin' this epic-ness, dudes?" I asked.
"We're not playing." Spain stated, taking Whitney's hand. "Just to make sure nothing happens... Unexpectedly.." he narrowed his eyes and looked to England.
England sneered back but I really didn't take notice. "Oh.. Okay. If y'all don't want to." I shrugged, then skipped over to Prussia.
"We gonna play inside?"
"That's how it's usually played, isn't it? What's off limits?" Prussia replied, crossing his arms, a hint of challenge in his voice.
I thought for a moment. "Hmm.. No Whitney's room, and hiding in the bathroom is kinda stupid... Anywhere else is cool!" I replied.
"Honhonhon, shall we play zen?" France asked. I jumped up and down excitedly. "YES! SOOOO NOT IT!" I yelled, everyone else yelling it afterwards, except for England, who was confused.
"Sorry, dude, you gotta be it!" Alfred said, poking him in the shoulder.
".. What?"
"You're the one who has to find everyone, Angletterre." France said, smirking as usual. England shrugged.
"Right, if that be how ye play."
"Now close your eyes and count to.. thirty five!" I shouted, still jumping. He looked at me oddly for a second, then smirked and started counting. As soon as he did I ran into one of the hallway closets, shutting the door quietly.
"Mwahaha.." I thought to myself. "I am so ninja, no one ever finds me."
"Ohonhonhon, Angleterre would never think to find me here~!" France replied with a smirk as he moved into the guest bedroom and hid in the walk-in closet. "Although, closets are sort of over-rated..."
"Kesesese! Time for me to be awesome!" Prussia exclaimed, running up the stairs and diving under Cassi's bed. "Kesesese! I should blend in perfectly with the white in here... And then I can give England a scare he'll never forget!"
"Veh, fr-fratello, are you sure we should hide in here?" Italy asked nervously as Romano pushed the door to the art room open slightly.
"Of course, stupid bambino! Momma didn't get mad at us! So we should be fine! Now, follow me..."
"Bahahah, dude, England will never find me in here!" Alfred said as he crouched down and crawled under the couch.
"Where to hide, where to hide~aru.." China wondered as he walked through the hallways, looking around. He opened the door that led to the game room and eventually settled for hiding behind a TV.
".. Thirty three, thirty four, thirty five." England took his eyes off his hands and looked around. "Well, they did go and hide."
He then smirked. "Pirates be excellent at finding hidden treasure.."
-Whitney's POV-
As England turned to leave, Spain started to tense up. "Spain..? What's wrong?" I questioned, looking around the kitchen with wide eyes.
"I don't trust him. At all." he responded, crossing his arms. "Pirata..."
Sighing, I turned back to the spaghetti and stirred the sauce absentmindedly. "What is wrong with him, honestly?" Deep down, I knew that I wasn't thrilled to have him snooping around the house, but I'd never admit that to Spain or Cassi. "He just always seems to be up to something..."
Spain's eyes flashed. "He is."
-England's POV-
"Well, well, doors be everywhere around here..." I muttered, looking 'round the room expectantly. The couch seemed to be callin' t' me though, and a pirate always knows to trust 'is gut. I stood in front of it and scowled downward. "Awright, scallywag. Crawl outta there."
"Dude, h-how'd you know?"
Alfred crawled out from under the couch 'nd frowned, crossin' his arms.
"Ah, don't be like that, lad! Yer pop knows ye like the back of 'is 'and!" I replied, smilin' from ear t' ear. "Ye help me find the others, 'nd maybe you'll get some of th' pride when we win."
He simply smiled and shrugged. "Okay, I heard someone go upstairs then."
I stared back at him blankly. "Are ye pullin me leg?"
"Nope!" he shrugged. "I'm gonna go get something to drink while you find the others!" he said, then skipped to the kitchen.
"Ay! Don't skip like a landlubber!" I shot back angrily, then turned and took the doorknob in my hand. He could just be throwin' me off...
"Don't expect me ta help ya next round!" he called from the kitchen.
Stifling a sigh, I walked to the stairs and continued to walk up them. I stood still, to listen and see which direction seemed t' have more motion...
Nothing happened, so I started looking in doors.
The first was the room on my left. It appeared empty of persons, but held a bed and some generic furniture. "Argh. Wonder what be in here."I walked around and looked under, around, and everywhere, but no one was in this room.
I was about to go nd yell at that twit downstairs when I heard something coming from behind another door in the room.
I walked over to the door and opened it, only to find the frog trying to hide around a coat. "Ah.. It seems you've found me, Angletterre."
"I'm not drunk enough to deal with ye, frog!" I spat, outraged. "Downstairs with ye before I make ye walk the plank!"
"Oh, Angletterre, why so irritated~?" he asked as he walked out and towards the stairs.
"Just because I found the likes of ye.." I muttered, following him out.
"Honhonhon, no need to mask your love for me with irritation~! By the way, for a hint, you might check papillon's room."
"Who said I needed a hint? And who said anything about love, ye scallywag?"
"Honhonhon~ no need for it to be said~!" he said as he reached to bottom of the stairs.
I crossed me arms and continued on me way, muttering curses about the frog all along. I looked around at all of the doors and went up to one on my left side, trusting my instincts again.
T' room had a lot o' white in it, and t' strangest furniture I'd ever seen. However, ignorin' this, I looked around silently, waitin' for a noise or movement t' be made.
I heard somethin' come from under t' oddly rounded bed, so I walked over and bent down t' see me drinkin' buddy.
Smiling, I proclaimed "Aye, I found ye! Come on out now!"
He grumbled a bit but got out anyway. "Dude, not awesome. At least tell me I'm the last one you found?" he complained.
I laughed. "No, you can't overlook me searchin' skills, lad!"
He simply crossed his arms and walked downstairs. "Whatever, just let the awesome me know when it's time for the next round!"
Walking out o' the room, I looked 'round again. "I may as well look downstairs." I said to myself softly, looking 'round and trying to notice things that stood out to me. Nothing did, so I proceeded down the stairs to an empty living room.
To my left, I noticed a door left ajar that I knew wasn't like that before. Easing into the door, I opened my eyes wide as I beheld blank white sheets on stilts.
"AVAST! Who goes thar?" I screamed as I heard a muttering come from another doorway.
I then heard a small, girly shriek 'nd the stilts crashed down, a cuss word heard as they fell.
"Wah! He found us, d*** it!"
Then the two youngsters came from under the sheets slowly.
"Ah, laddies! Found ye." I replied with a smirk.
The fowl mouthed one glared at me with his arms crossed. "Tch, no s***, genius."
The girlier one tugged on his arm. "Frattello, don't say that around the scary pirate, he'll k-kill us!"
What that smart-alec one said really got under me skin, so I grinned evilly at them. "Ye got that right, laddies."
That did the trick, because those two were out of that room screamin' faster than I could dig up a treasure chest.
I laughed, walking out o' the room after they left. I had two more to find, 'nd it hadn't been too long since th' game started.
I walked into another room that I just had a feelin' about, but what was inside stunned me.
There were devices everywhere, 'nd I had no idea what they were! But after only a few seconds of looking around, I walked over to one of the large, square.. Items. Behind it was the Asian irritation.
"Found ye, lad." I said, crossing me arms 'nd waiting for him to come out.
"Aiya, how did you find me so fast~aru!" he whined, comin' out with his arms crossed as well.
I smirked. "I'm a pirate, lad. 'Tis not very hard for me to find things or people."
He simply rolled his eyes 'nd walked out, grumbling about something or another.
I followed soon after, takin' note that I had but one more to find.
-Cassi's POV-
I sat in the closet and noted that it was slightly cramped. It seemed like forever since we had all been sent off to go hide, but I had heard England find numerous others. They weren't exactly quiet about it... Sighing slightly, I shifted to try and make my position more comfortable when I heard footsteps coming closer and froze. They had stopped right outside the door. I held my breath, being the ninja that I am.
The door swung open hurriedly, barely enough time for me to jump behind one of the numerous coats in the closet and conceal myself.
"WENCH!" I heard a voice boom. "I found ye." I thought I heard the smirk in his voice. Resisting my urges to taunt him, I decided to use a different tactic.
"I don't know what you're talking about... I'm just a coat that talks. Nobody in here but us coats!"
The figure of Pirate England shuffled uneasily as if debating about whether to believe me or not. I barely held back my laughter as he reached out to touch the coat I was hiding behind.
"Ah-ah! Don't do that! DRY CLEAN ONLY!"
He jumped backwards hastily, and then looked at me curiously.
"Ay... Well then... How can I be sure..?"
I thought for a moment, trying to come up with something, before I fell to the floor laughing. I couldn't control it anymore, I couldn't believe he fell for it! Well, I guess because he has those imaginary friends, but still! A talking coat? DRY CLEAN ONLY?
"W-Wench!" England stammered, his eyes wide. "How dare ye make fun of me!"
I kept laughing, but managed to speak as I did so. "I can't believe you actually believed that!"
"Why ye!" he shouted, ripping the coat from the hanger. "Ye never know when thar be signs, wench!"
I looked up, my laughter reduced to giggles. "Signs? Of a talking coat, really?"
"Don't be daft! Signs come from-..." he scoffed. "Why should I tell ye? Ye don't care about me."
That sentence made me stop laughing all together and look up with him shocked.
"I don't not care about you, you just.. Don't seem to care about Whitney's opinion or feelings a lot, and so I turn epic ninja defender." I stood up. "But it doesn't mean I don't care about you. I even told Spain he wasn't allowed to kill you."
He eyed me warily. "I can hold me own against that tomato lover.." he diverted his eyes then, and looked to the discarded coat on the floor.
I held my hands up. "I'm not saying you can't. Just.. Saying. Do you.. Understand?"
"... Aye." he muttered, even though he was still turned slightly away from me. "But ye both just be wenches."
My hands dropped to my sides and I looked at him like he was crazy... No, he is crazy.
"What does that have to do with anything!" I yelled.
"Aye, no need to yell wench! I still have me hearin'!" he yelled back at me angrily. "What do ye mean what do I mean? Ye're a female aren't ye? Ye have no rights!"
I just stood there, staring at him for a minute. Then I blew up. "NOT IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY YOU TWIT!"
"What do ye mean 'twenty-first century'? We still be in the eighteenth!" he shouted back. "I just got back from a long voyage, it seems. Why d' ye seem t' think dif'rent?"
I shook my head, forgetting the time in which he was from. I then sighed.
"No, you.. Got captured by an unknown enemy and they used your black magic to keep you asleep until the present time. The current year is 2012." I lied quickly.
"Wh-what? Bloody Hell! H-how do I know ye aren't lying, wench?" It seemed like it was his turn to explode now...
"Calm down first! Everything's fine! I'll tell you what you want to know if you be quiet and just sit down." I said, trying to act civilized.
He looked at me, dismay still on his face. Sighing, he complied as made sure to keep his mouth shut, even though he still squirmed uncomfortably as he sat down.
I sat down as well, facing him.
"Okay, well first of all you should know I'm not lying this time because I'm not bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Also, everything is fine. As of the present time there are really no more pirates around, so you could call yourself retired. Also, your home is here. I know you're going to have a hard time adjusting, but don't worry. I'll explain anything you have questions about."
"R-Retired? Th-Can't be! How can- I can't live with ye! Especially not under the rule of... Wenches!"
"No, no, there's really no such thing as 'rule' here, so don't worry! Whitney will only tell you to do things that are rational. And.. Yeah, you are retired. You can't do illegal stupid things like stealing and burning down villages- I mean towns."
"B-But- No! There has to be a head of the house! And I- Th- That's all I know ho- I won't accept this rubbish!"
"Well, ya kinda have to! It's the truth.. Basically. And Whitney is the head of the house, but she doesn't order us around and stuff. She's pretty awesome. And if you even think of doing something stupid remember I have the remote to your collar!" I threatened, just to make sure he wouldn't go on a violent rampage or something.
"I-I-!" he stopped, his face turning into one of despair. "She's with that tomato twit... And... If she's the... I won't live under them both!" His expression turned into one of defiance, and I can describe it in two words: *rebellion face*.
"Hey! If you want, I'll talk to them. But in order for it to do anything in your favor, you're gonna have to behave well. Especially in front of Spain."
The corner of his lip twitched slightly. "I'll never be proper in front of them! Don't ye understand, wench?"
"Well if you don't then you're gonna have to get used to being under their 'rule', as you call it."
He laughed darkly and I instantly knew what I said had set him off. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the remote, pressing the button quickly but not holding it down too long.
He spazzed slightly, gripping the collar in anger. "B-ah! W-Wench!"
I cleared my throat and looked at him seriously. "I have a name you know."
He scoffed slightly. "I believe it's slipped my mind... Wench."
"Well, when you call me that I'm not going to address you. My name is Cassi, not wench. And if you call Whitney that I'm going to shock you."
He made a guttural sound that came from the back of his throat. "Wench is a general term for women." he replied, scowling.
"But I'm not a woman yet!" I whined. "At least, not until tomorrow..."
He burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, then ye be able to wed? Funny, I find it amusing how buxom you are for such a young lass." he smirked slightly.
"W-wed? No, no no no no noooo sir. No thank you, I have no intention of ever doing anything like that. And.. I really don't even know what that word means." I said, crossing my arms.
"Why, that be marriage. Surely, ye're not that daft?" he replied, still laughing slightly.
"Noooo, not wed, I meant buxom!"
"Hm. Shapely." he crossed his arms, starting to smirk. "Especially 'round this area." he reached towards my upstairs wearing what I can only describe as a rape face.
I backed away as fast as I could, untill I was against the wall and held my arms out in front of me like my ninja self, glaring. "That, sir, would be classified as a stupid choice."
He was still smirking! The guy that I had teased about thinking a coat could talk was now trying to be a creeper.. And it was working.
"Now lass, don't be like that~!"
"Don't even try to talk to me like that, you don't even like me! W-what happened to m-me being a nuisance!" I tried to remind him of me annoying him earlier.
"Now, lass, there's nothing wrong with being fiesty e'ry now 'n then!" he replied, laughing heartily. "Have ye ever osculated?"
".. What does that mean?" I was scared to ask, but he could've said something insulting and I'd want to know.
He leaned in really close to my face and kissed me. "That, lass, be what it means!"
I just stared for a second. "Ooooooh... YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO DO THAT UNLESS I SAY SO!"
He put his arm around me and pulled me closer, still smirking. "That's what they all say, lass!"
"They all. That's wonderful." I said sarcastically, then attempted to get his arm off me. "Why are you so confusing? I'm supposed to be the one who confuses people!"
"Ye called attention to yer age, love~!" he replied, the smirk never leaving his face.
"I didn't mean to, I just don't want to grow up!" I whined, crossing my arms.
"We all grow up!" he replied, then grew solemn. "Look how big America be now..."
I looked at him, starting to feel a little bad. "Hey.. He still looks up to you, I think." I put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"
He turned from me again. "A-Aye, wench... Just.. Rememberin' how I left the lad.."
"Uh, Dude, that's all in the past now! You have a chance now to make it up to him, right?" I said, trying to make him feel better.
"Ah, we be a little strained, I think." he sighed so lightly that I barely heard it.
"Well, you have plenty of time to change that." I tried to reason.
"Not when he finds out how I've treated his wench." he replied, turning to me with a slight smirk again.
"H-his wench? Wh-what are you talking about?" I asked.
"Ah, lassie, it be obvious how ye feel about the lad. To a pirate, that be."
I looked at him incredulously, my face heating up. "Y-you've only been here for a few hours! How could you tell something like that?" I whisper-shouted.
"Like I said, I be a pirate." he replied, chuckling a little.
"... You're not gonna tell him, are you?" I asked, looking desperate.
"Now lassie, why would I tell 'im somethin' he might already know?" he responded smirking slightly.
"He already knows?" I started freaking out, but I still managed to whisper.
"Ah, not sure. T'was why I said 'might'." he replied with a shrug.
"Oh.." I calmed down then, because he seemed a bit oblivious. "Good. Don't scare me like that."
He smirked again. "Aye, I can tell 'im, if ye want."
"No! No no no, that's really not necessary!"
He laughed and shook his head. "A shy wench, eh?"
I looked down, my face still warm. "O-only at certain times..."
"And ye be a forgetful one as well! Sayin ye won't acknowledge me when I address ye like that." he smirked.
I smacked my hand on my forehead. I really did forget that and I said it just a minute ago! "Crud..."
He simply laughed again and shook his head, standing up, dusting himself off and heading downstairs.