"Okay!" America said, pacing around the room and looking down the list in his hand. "So I'm going to read off the list, and if I miss anything you two have to let me know. I know times have been hard right now with me staying home all the time, and that treats are being rationed, but you two have been doing great. I really appreciate it."
Libby barked happily in response from where she was sitting on the couch, and Hero meowed back from his cat tower.
"That's the spirit." America said happily, rubbing Libby's ears. Libby's tail started to wag happily at the gesture. "Alright, here's what we've accomplished so far. So far in the last two weeks, I have taken Libby on 70 walks around the block, and played with Hero about 6 times a day. I also have about a hundred pounds of cat and dog food stocked up, and have plenty of cat litter and Doggy poop bags. I am also stocked up on food for about two weeks, with plenty of soap, shampoo, detergent, and toilet paper. How's that sounding so far?"
Libby barked again.
"Perfect, so we're ahead of schedule." He said, making a check mark on his list.
Hero meowed from his tower. "I'm sorry, Mr. I have to run a marathon at 5am because I'm crazy, I cannot take time out of my sleeping schedule and bump those numbers up. Sleeping is a must." America cooed, scratching Hero's chin, which made the Maine coon purr.
"Okay, next on the list is cleaning. So far, I have vacuumed the house no less than once a day, I have dusted literally everything in the house, brushed all the floors, polished all of the wood in the house, wiped down everything with disinfectant, washed all of your beds, cleaned my own sheets, cleaned all the windows twice, and mopped the kitchen, cleaned the bathroom twice, and reorganized my room three times. That sound about right?" He asked Libby, whose tail had stopped wagging when she heard the word vacuumed. "Oh come on you big baby." America chuckled." You need to be more like Hero. He loves being vacuumed. And it helps with fur control."
Libby gave her owner an unimpressed look in response. Shaking his head in amusement, he made another check mark. "Okay, on to outside work. I power washed the walk way, I sprayed the pollen off of the porch twice, power washed the house from roof to foundation, washed the car about three times, pulled all the weeds from around the gardens, started a garden of vegetables and flowers because I literally have nothing else to do, mowed the lawn, trimmed the edges of the yard so it looks neat, repainted the mailbox, yelled at Hero," He said, glaring at Hero who just purred back at him, "Because he chewed up some of the veggies I planted because he hates plants, and replanted said plants."
Hero pawed at America's hair. "No, you are not allowed in the garden anymore. If you kill anymore plants I'm going to cry."
"Okay, and for entertainment, I have literally been playing Animal crossing way too much." Alfred said which a slight grimace. "I have somehow convinced to many other nations to friend me, and it's getting annoying getting calls at all sort of hours because I have something they need to complete their garden or house, and they can't wait four hours for me to wake up. And if England calls me one more time because he can't get that damned singing dog into his village after I told him how five times already I'm going to kill him. And if Japan keeps showing off his village because he's somehow made it look like perfection it's self I'm going to yell at him. Damn bastard, I know he time travels. There is no way he's that good. I refuse to believe it. And oh my fucking god if I catch another fucking sea bass I'm going to throw my Switch out the window. And now I'm getting angry over a game about cute talking animals. I'm going to just let it drop." Alfred muttered, making another check list.
Libby tilted her head. "Yes, that's all." Alfred said with a slight frown. "I've already binged watched all my favorite shows and I don't feel like playing through all my other video games."
Hero meowed, and jumped down from the cat tower and next to America's phone and pawed at the fishes swimming on his screen saver.
"Yes, I've already called Mattie sixteen times. He told me he'd call me later because we're just repeating the same things over and over again. Same thing with everyone else. Plus, I don't want to listen to any more bad news. Plus, it isn't like England doesn't call us crying everyday because he's convinced we're going to die if anyone breaths on us. Now that I think about it, a lot of those guys who went through the black plague are kind of acting crazy…" America hummed thoughfully.
Libby whined and pawed at America. "Yeah, you're right, the conversation is getting dark. Let's talk about something else." America laughed, giving Libby a quick belly rub.
He sat there for a few seconds, trying to think of something. "You know the first thing I'm going to do once this is all over. I'm going to the park with you!" Alfred said with a smile, increasing the speed of the belly rub, which caused Libby's leg to shake. "That's right! And then I'm going to get Hero bunch of new toys, and I'm going to invite everyone I know to a big party! I'm going to order so much pizza! Like, it'll be like that that one birthday I had! Everyone's going to get sick because they ate too much, and Germany and Denmark will be passed out in the yard because they drank too much, and France and England will start fighting again because they like to do that. Mattie will yell at me because I put them up to it, and people will out in the backyard making hot dogs and burgers, and you and Hero will look cute an beg for food, and people will give it to you because they're suckers for cute faces. Germany will yell at everyone because they're being dumbasses, China and the Italian brothers will complain about the food, Japan will stand in the corner and look uncomfortable because he doesn't like parties but came anyways because he can't say no, and Russia will just be sitting on the sofa just happy to be invited. And eventually the cops will come because we're disturbing the neighbors. It'll be great."
Libby barked happily at that, and twisting around she started to lick his face. "Ew! Stop that! You have bad breath!" America laughed, trying to push her off of him. "You know what, why don't we go on another walk? I hate staying inside."
At the word walk, Libby quickly jumped up and ran to the door and grabbed her leash, looking back at America with a gleam in her eyes. "I'm coming, I'm coming." America laughed.
A/N: I have been in my house for about two weeks now. (T-T) I hate cleaning, but guess what my mom has made me do for the last few weeks. That's right, cleaning the whole house. But I've also been baking like crazy. I have made so much bread I could probably feed an army. Banana bread, Pumpkin bread, Beer bread, Poppy seed muffins, Yellow cupcakes, and cookies. I've also made so much leak and potato soup, egg salad sandwiches, stew, and rice. I am so bored.
I have five cats. FIVE. Do you know how often you have to clean a cat pan? A LOT! I am so tired of looking at poop everyday. Every morning, afternoon, and Evening. Cat poop. I'm losing my mind. I even cleaned the porch and all of our cars because I was so bored.
That being said, let me get a little serious for a moment. If you don't want to hear about the corona virus seriously, stop reading now.
I would like to say that I am in no way taking corona virus lightly, and this Chapter is in no way making light of the fact that self quarantine is important. My own aunt is a nurse and I fear for her safety every day. I will also not be making fun of anyone who lost their jobs, because I am one of those people. Goodbye paycheck hello unemployment. (T-T) Now, I also have a small message to anyone who disregards the self quarantine, especially to you in the southern states, because that's where my family lives. I have type 1 diabetes. I have a compromised immune system. My family has a long history of breathing problems. And if you look at the statistics, guess what kind of people are dying? If I die because one dumbass didn't stay home and I somehow get infected, you can kiss this story, it's author, and the whole of the writers family goodbye. Just saying.
So, stay the fuck at home if you can. Help slow the progress. Please think of those people like me who have compromised immune systems and can't defend themselves from diseases as easily. We rely on herd immunity to survive. And right now, there is NO, let me repeat that, NO herd immunity. There is no vaccine for it like the flu, no medication, no ANYTHING! And that's why this is such a serious problem. You aren't just putting yourself at risk when you go out, but everyone like me, everyone you love, and even strangers on the street. JUST STAY HOME! Please. To steal Smokey the bears line, "Only you can prevent the spread of Corona-19!" If imagining the bear helps, so be it. I'm literally begging. Please, just stay home. Let me live. I may just be a voice behind a screen to you sometimes, but I can assure you, there is a real human being talking to you right now. And I want to live. I want my sisters to live. I want my aunt to live. I want my mom and dad to live. I want you to live.
And even if all that didn't convince you, let me ask you this. Are you willing to live with the fact that you killed someone in your family or on the street because you didn't stay home? Are you willing to bear that guilt? Because that's what people all over the world who lost their family members are facing every day. This is not only an American problem, but a world problem. There's no use going out now if you're just going to die later. Stay at home today so you can go out tomorrow. That's all I'm asking. And if any of you have lost someone due to this, I'm so sorry. I know that doesn't mean much, but I'm so sorry. My heart goes out to you and your family, and when this is all over I hope you will be able to find the strength to pick yourself up and keep going.