(Written after the stuff below: I'm so sorry that this is late, but we've had more technical difficulties. The flippin' fanfiction website wouldn't let us flippin' upload this to flippin' DocManager. As you can see, I'm pretty flippin' ticked off. -.-')
Kat: Yo, I made pancakes this morning, so I'm awesome! ^^ Also, I hate France. Well, like not hate him, but he's so hard to try and imitate! Gosh darnit! I cannot impersonate his pervertedness for my life! orz *head desk*
France: Onhonhonhon~ My personality is too great for your innocent little mind to handle.
Kat: *Pulls out wok* Shut up, pervert. I still haven't forgiven you for that whole China incident.
Pandas: I am equally terrible at France's Frenchness, but he is awesome! Though a bit too...French for his own good.
Kat: And maybe I'm a bit too Chinese for his own good... But I still love my wok! I can cook almost anything in it! I even used it to make my pancakes this morning. ^^
Pandas: You can cook pancakes in a wok? I thought they were just used for stir fry...sorry T.T Man, I now remember that the first time I heard about a wok it was in a book where the sister of some crazy old kidnappers who was hitting a chef that cooked endangered species over the head with his own wok...
Kat: …Sometimes I worry about what you read... But it can be used for stir fry too, and steaming stuff, and making yummy food ^^ Unless the person is cooking disabled. T.T
Pandas: Man, that's cool, and at least the story wasn't as bad as the zombie squash.
Kat: …I'm not even going to ask where you've read that. But yeah! The story continues~
Canada shrank back from the loud American, wrapping his arms around his knees. Mr. Kumajirou plopped down next to the blond nation and looked up at him. He didn't dare look at his brother. It took the blond nation a while to reply. "... I left it there when you called me to come over. I didn't think that I would need it for watching a horror movie. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, but dude! Canada is like a thousand freaking miles away and I don't wanna walk that much!"
"Shut up, America! It's no use arguing about it and making Canada feel worse. I suggest you get off your lazy arse and deal with it. Stop exaggerating the mileage, too! From here to Canada is probably about half of that. And use proper grammar, for God's sake! Even though you have no official language doesn't mean that you can butcher mine!"
"Iggy!" America whined, "I keep on telling you that I don't speak English. I speak one hundred percent American and I'm proud of it!"
"Honestly, how can you two be fighting at a time like this?" Hungary snapped.
"Perhaps they have some unresolved sexual tension, non?" France remarked.
The hairs on England's neck stood up on end. "WHAT THE HELL, FROG!"
"Onhonhonhon. But it is true, non?"
"SHUT UP, FROG! You are the most perverted person I have ever met!" England's eyebrows mashed together in frustration.
"Onhonhon. Merci," France said with a mock bow.
"Go be French somewhere else, Frog," England said. He then turned to Canada. "Matthew, where exactly is my spell book, and how did you get it?"
The said nation lowered his head and stared at the ground. His index finger traced little circles on the concrete. "I..." he began, not really wanting to say it. Saying it would solidify it and make it real, and there was still a tiny bit of him, a small part, that wanted to deny that this was all happening and that it was all his fault.
He took a deep breath, and started again. "I...showed up to... the motel... and I said 'hi' to other people. They just went on with their business, walking past me as if I wasn't there. I felt lonely, so I went up to your room. I tried talking to you... I kept on trying to make a conversation... but you treated me like a ghost. You raised me... yet you didn't see me. I just... snapped. I started yelling and screaming at you to look at me... and I was about to throw a book at you. But... the strange markings on it caught my attention. I was curious... so I flipped through the pages. I leafed through the book until I saw the picture... and I thought that I could use it. So I took it... and I went back home, to where nobody could see me."
Canada thought back to the cold, bitter rain that poured down from above as he hurriedly crossed the street to get to his house. His wet footsteps splashed with every step he took. He held the book tightly to his chest as he went, not caring about his appearance. It wasn't like anyone could see him anyway. Canada hugged the object with one arm, using the other to fling open the front door. He stepped into the house and shut the door behind him. Then, he turned around and saw his polar bear on the couch watching television.
"Hi, Mr. Kumashima," Canada greeted his pet. The bear turned and faced him. One of his paws reached up to his face and he rubbed his eye.
"Who are you?" he innocently asked.
"I'm Canada... Your owner," the blond said in a defeated tone. Canada trudged up the stairs and went to his room. Mr. Kumajirou clicked the TV off and followed the nation. Canada hung his coat up in the closet and brought the book to his bedroom. He stood in the middle of his round carpet and flipped through it until he found the page with the drawing he wanted. "I feel so stupid," Canada said.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Kumajirou asked Canada. Said nation looked at his bear. His ears went red when he thought over what he was about to do, and that his own pet was watching him carry out such a thing.
"I... I'm going to use a spell to make... to make me more noticeable and popular."
"Maybe you shouldn't." Mr. Kumajirou said, wary of the idea.
"It's worth a try." Canada faced back to the book and tried to make sense of the familiar letters that made up Latin. Once he thought that he had some knowledge of how to say the words, he began chanting. "Surge... satel... satellitibus... mor... mortuum meum! Mandue... manduca qu... quis contradicet mihi! Egrederp, uh... egredere!" God, why was Latin so hard to say?
Great bursts of misty, thick, dark violet lights flooded the room. Swirls of smoke clouded their vision, making Canada shiver from vulnerability. "Ooh. Pretty lights," Mr. Kumajirou commented. His owner swatted away the smoke from his face, trying to regain his sight. The light had released plant-like tendrils that tried to grab hold of Canada. He felt one brush against his leg and he yelped, kicked at the thing that was so alien to him, and backed away from it. As soon as the light had came, it vanished, leaving the room as it had been earlier.
"Do you think it worked?"
"I don't know. You still look the same to me." Canada jumped at his cell phone's shrill ringing and nearly dropped the book. He set the tome on his bed before reaching for his pocket to grab his phone. He flipped it open and held it to his ear.
"H-hello?" Canada answered hesitantly.
"YO, MATTIE! COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND WATCH A MOVIE WITH ME!" America's loud voice blared from the phone, causing Matthew to hold it a a distance.
"It's a horror movie, isn't it?" Canada was used to having his twin beg him to watch scary movies with him.
"Uh... um... yeah. So what?"
Canada sighed. "Fine. When do you want me to come over?"
"GREAT! DUDE, THAT'S AWESOME! COME OVER NOOOW!"
"Right now?"
"TOTALLY, DUDE!"
"Fine. I'll be there in a few hours, eh?"
"YAY! AWESOME! BYE!"
It was quiet in the warehouse. Not one of them knew what to say. All were surprised at what Canada had done. Prussia had finally shattered the silence. "So, what happens now?"
Kat: Sorry that I suck at writing Canada *kowtow* Also, what Canada meant to say was: Surge satellitibus mortuum meum! Manduca quis contradicet mihi! Egredere! (Arise my dead minions! Eat all who oppose me! Go forth!)
Pandas: Well, he didn't mean to say it, actually, but it is what was written in the book~!
Kat: Yup. Well, goodnight everyone. And I don't care if it's not night in your part of the world, but it's night somewhere in the world. ^^
Pandas: Not somewhere, here~!
Kat: Exactly, and here is somewhere too~
Pandas: Yes, but...oh never mind, I'm tired.
Kat: You're not the only one. So anyway, read and review~! Please. Reviews are what makes us keep on writing~ ^^