*I just have to get this out. I feel bad if you're in the north east of the US, especially Jersey. I don't know how bad it is in the surrounding states, but I feel bad if it is! I had to wear a dress to school (for a presentation) and I didn't have gloves and I was FREEZING walking home from the bus stop! My hands were all blue and numb…I had to soak them in hot water for a good ten minutes just to be able to feel them again! Just wanted to say.*
"Hey, hey, kid!" Scout jogged up to me. I turned around and sighed.
"Scout, you can't keep coming into the brothers' house," I scolded. "Aren't you staying with Prussia?"
"Yeah, but I wanted to give you this." She tossed me a cell phone. I held it up and admired it. It was one of those nice touchscreen ones. "I get lonely a lot 'cause Prussia can't talk to me all the time. So I thought we could text sometimes." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her own pastel green phone.
"Yeah, I don't see anything wrong with it," I shrugged. I held up my own cell and juxtaposed them. But how do we text without a signal…? I wondered.
"I'll go back home and try it out!" Scout announced, running out the door without saying "good-bye." I grimaced at the phone and shoved it in my pocket. I was in the past, so they wouldn't understand something from the future.
"Um, Italy?" I called. "Are you here?"
I marched up the stairs, checked the room, and when I found them all empty I went back down. I was starting to get worried. He would usually be taking a nap this time of day. So wouldn't he be in his room?
"I'm sorry!" I shouted. My voice echoed off the walls of the empty home. "Please come out! I made a mistake, okay?" I frowned in frustration. I flopped down on the couch and rested my cheek on my fist. "Fine. I don't care. I'm not responsible for you. I've got Romano now."
I glanced around the room and my eyes fell on a silver gleam on a shelf of a bookshelf. I sauntered over to it and picked it up, studying it in my hand. It was a silver bracelet to match my necklace. I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration.
I felt someone poke the back of my neck and I screamed, spinning on my heels and stumbling backwards into the bookshelf.
"I got that for you on my trip," Italy shrugged. "I guess I just left it there when I put it down. Don't really have much use for it anymore."
"Oh," I grunted, feigning boredom. "That's nice. Why don't you go give it to some girl on the street?" I tossed it to him. "I'm sure they have more worth to you than me."
"…" Italy threw it back. "No."
I dropped it on the ground. "What do you expect me to do with it? Wear it?"
Good God, I'm mean, I thought. I should be a little calmer, but…it's hard. I can barely even look at him.
"No," he shrugged. "I just don't need it."
"Stupid!" I insulted. "Why are you talking to me?! You hated me the last time I saw you!"
Italy smiled like I just told him a joke. "No. I was just a little upset. No big deal."
"Do you always get like that when you're 'upset?'" I asked, putting air quotes around "upset."
"No." He glanced up at the ceiling and thought. "Sometimes it's just hard. Uh…are you still seeing Romano?"
"Yeah," I snapped, crossing my arms. "Why?"
He giggled. "No reason~!"
"No, tell me," I demanded, narrowing my gaze at him. "Why'd you ask?"
He looked up at me and smiled, like he was hoping I'd ask. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes," I said through gritted teeth. "Tell me!"
"Well, you asked." He stepped closer and I pressed myself up against the bookshelf.
"Wh…What are you doing?" I stammered nervously. "S-Seriously, get away."
He slipped his hands onto my back and pulled me close to him. I muttered something nonsensical into his jacket. I'm pretty sure there were a few choice words in there, but even I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. But I think it was along the lines of "Get off." I finally lifted my head up and stared up at him. I'm not sure why, but I think I looked terrified.
"…" I squirmed in his arms. I held up my hand and pointed into the air, as if trying to make a point, and I was about to when he leaned forward and we locked lips.
I blinked stupidly and I could almost hear the alarms going off in my head. What was this? Why was he doing this? Part of me wanted to push him away and the other half wanted to punch him, but I didn't do anything. I just…stood there. (Needless to say, I don't take surprises like this very well.) But then another part of me convinced me I was enjoying it. But before I could actually start kissing back, the worst thing imaginable happened.
Ring~! Ring~!
I shuddered and broke away from Italy, shutting my eyes in embarrassment. I silently reached inside my pocket and checked the phone Scout gave me:
1 NEW MESSAGE
Italy stared at me as I looked at the message. I sighed deeply and read it. It read:
Hey Bell. Just checkin 2 c if this thing is working. If it is send reply.
I sent her the shortest text I could think of.
It is.
Send. I shoved the phone back in my pocket. My mouth was a thin line as I leaned against the bookshelf. I glanced up at Italy, who was laughing to himself.
"Oh, shut up," I snapped. I collapsed on the floor on my knees and picked at the carpet. "Nice timing, Scout," I murmured to myself.
"Anyways~!" Italy grinned and started walking away. "If you're ever available, I'll still be here~!"
I mockingly repeated his sentence once he was out of earshot. "Smooth. Real smooth." I raised my eyebrows as the phone rang a second time. I picked it up. It wasn't the number that came up before, that was for sure. I tapped a button and the message came up.
This is the awesome me! (Like you really need to know my name after that sentence.) Scout gave me the cell phone and your number.
I didn't bother reading the rest. Staring at the wall, without looking at the phone, I pressed the reply button.
Hi. Can't talk. Talk 2 u later.
I sent it and dropped it back in my pocket. Okay, now what would I do? I glanced absentmindedly at the book titles on the shelves. Should I tell Italy to back off? Should I go back to Fumo and Kai? Should I jump off the nearest cliff? I was starting to like the cliff idea when, for some weird reason, the most oblivious guy in the world (literally) pranced through the door.
"Hola, Bella~!" Spain greeted.
"Oh, G-!" I stumbled to my feet in shock. "How'd you get in here?!"
"The door was open," Spain replied.
"It was, huh?" I rolled my eyes and strode past him in irritation. "That gives you no right to come in without permission. Not to be rude, I need alone time."
Spain pouted but said, "I actually wanted to see if Romano was here."
"Romano, uh…" I racked my brain for a good excuse. "He's, um…dead."
"WHAT?!"
"No, no, no!" I stuttered, waving my hands. "That's not it!"
I have to talk to him first, I decided. I have to go talk to Romano. Even if I don't explain anything.
I was about to go up the stairs, but my gaze fell on the necklace I threw on the floor. I turned and sauntered over to it, bending down and picking it up. I quickly studied it and put it on. Spain looked on curiously, but I quickly speed-walked up the stairs and into the room where Romano was.
"Hi!" I piped in mock cheer. "So, whatcha up to?"
"This paperwork," he groaned. (He added a few words in between them, but we'll just skip 'em.) He looked over his shoulder at me and dropped his pen on his desk.
"I'm kinda bored," I sighed, kicking the wooden floor. "Do you think we could do something today?" I smiled hopefully. I needed an escape from all this.
"Sure," Romano replied. "Whatever you want to do."
"Great!" I exclaimed. "Thank you!" I offered him a quick hug and a kiss and skipped out the door, almost running into…the other one.
"Where are you headed in such a hurry?" Italy asked mockingly. "Going out on a date~?"
"Yes, for your information," I spat, crossing my arms defiantly. "And if you wouldn't mind, I have to go usher a certain Spaniard out of my home."
"And for your information," Italy said before I could get around him. "This isn't your house. It's mine." He glanced into Romano's room. "And his."
I narrowed my gaze at him and picked up my pace as I walked past him. He began to follow me and I lengthened my strides. "Seriously, go away."
"Why?" Italy tilted his head as he came next to me. "I'm not doing anything wrong."
"You're bothering me," I pointed out. "So you are doing something wrong."
"Oh, I get it," he giggled. "You're all nervous 'cause now you have Romano and you don't want to be with two guys at once!" His expression darkened spontaneously, making me jump. "Not that it's a new thing to you."
"We've been over this." I hurried down the stairs, and seeing that Spain was gone, allowed the argument to continue. I sat on the couch and crossed my ankles. Italy stood over me and frowned. "Stop following me."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
"YES!"
He smiled gently and ruffled my hair. I cringed at the gesture, but let him do it. I tried not to slap his hand away. He simply rested his hand on my head of a minute and I looked down at the floor while he stared at me. He bent down to my level and finally gave me a genuine grin.
"Just remember, I'll always be here when you need me. Even if you don't love me back."
I shook my head doubtfully as he left the room.
Idiot.
*Sorry this took a while. Anyway, I hate my sister's friends. She's 18 and a senior at the same school as me which means her FRIENDS are there too. When some kid in sparkly blue eyeliner makes provocative gyrating movements in the door of your art class, you know your sibling has terrible friends.
Romano: *blinks* This is the only credit I'll give you. You don't have weird friends.
Actually all my friends moved away in the summer, so I'm starting high school alone. It isn't that bad, tho-
Holy Rome: THIS CHAINSAW HAS NO PLUG! *sadistic grin* It's electric and stuff.
Oh. I think Extended Experience unplugged the microwave.
Random Guy: Nooooooooo my Hot Pockets! *runs away*
So my sis was doing her friends nails today. In class. With sparkly pink nail polish. FYI, it was a dude.
Romano: *does spit take* ?!
I apologize if you're a guy who does his nails, but… in class? Seriously, this guy is all my sis ever talks about. :( I really don't like him. She ditched me three times at a day at school where you just wandered around the whole day. I cried a few times, and once, she came with her friend. He made it into a game with some other people. Like "cheer Shadow up first and you get a cookie."
Romano: =_= For once, I feel bad for you. I can relate. *eyes Doitsu*
That's good. Just wondering, are any of you younger siblings like me? For some reason, once I hit double digits, people thought I was the older one. This footnote is getting a little long, so…
K bye.*
