A/N: As an apology for my long absence, I wrote this little chapter. It's nothing too important but the end is already getting back into the story. I hope that I can start posting chapters again in two weeks.
The convenience store around the corner – 9:36 – Turkey
Prussia is pushing the shopping cart in front of me and South Korea is somewhere in the store – Allah knows where – searching for the ingredients for kami stew? Chibi stew? Kiri stew? I can't remember the name of the dish he named.
"Should we take some beer with us?" Prussia asks as he lazily pushes the shopping cart in front of him.
"I don't think we're going to need beer," I reply. "Besides, if we get drunk and make a mess, Hollanda1 is never going to let it go. Heck, he'll make us do chores for the remaining time we're at his house," I already shudder at the thought of an angry Dutch guy chasing us. Prussia turns to me with a smirk on his face.
"What, you think I can't handle the alcohol?" he asks before promptly taking a crate of 'Stella Artois' and putting it on the bottom part of the shopping cart. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him but decide not to say anything.
"Hey, you two look what I found," South Korea suddenly comes bounding towards us with three packets of food in his hands.
"Noodles?" Prussia dryly asks and South Korea happily shakes his head before dropping the three boxes in the cart and skipping off again.
"Nope, kimchi. I'm going to make the best kimchi stew today anyone's ever tasted," he says as he skips off. Oh, so that was the name of the dish. I laugh a bit at his antics.
"At least we don't have to wonder about what to eat," I say with a smile at Prussia, giving him a pat on the back. The ancient German grunts at the impact but just chuckles.
"So, do you think we should start considering which wine to take then?" Prussia says, pushing the cart away from the beer and towards the wine. I stroll after him.
"Maybe Fransa 2would like that, yes," I agree and we continue choosing the beverages. In the end, we only take three bottles of water, five bottles of different kinds of soda and a lot of alcoholic beverages. We even remembered the vodka for Russia. By the time we find South Korea again, he has gathered a lot of ingredients in his arms and is looking at the spices.
"I've got everything now!" South Korea says as he drops some spices in the cart. We then move towards the counter and Prussia pays for the groceries with Netherlands' card.
"Did Netherland give you his card willingly?" I ask Prussia. The albino smirks widely and gives me a wink. "Oh no, you did not. Buddy, when he finds out, he's going to make us pay back every euro," I say to Prussia. The old German country laughs.
"Knowing West, he's probably just going to split the bill between every nation. Which makes that I end up not having to pay at all," Prussia says with a smirk before laughing.
"You are one evil man," South Korea says as we leave the store. WE put everything in the bags we brought with us and I move to put the cart away but Prussia suddenly grabs the cart and stops me.
"Türkei, I just had the greatest idea," Prussia suddenly grabs South Korea by the arm and smiles at him. "What do you say, you want to ride a shopping cart?" The two smirk at each other and jump into the cart together.
"You two, we really shouldn't do this," I say to them but they ignore me.
"Onwards, my stead!" Prussia yells in English, puffing out his chest and pointing forward. I roll my eyes and laugh.
"Alright, but if anything happens, don't say I didn't warn you!" I say excitedly before starting to push the two away from the store and towards Netherlands' house.
"So tell me again why the three of you stole a shopping cart?" The Netherlands asks sternly as we drag the shopping cart inside his house. In the living room, Belgium, America and Denmark are laughing loudly.
"Well, because it's fun," Prussia simply answers, putting down his groceries. Denmark turns towards America with a big smile.
"Amerika, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Denmark asks excitedly as he jumps upright.
"No, you're not doing what I think you're thinking of doing," Netherlands protests, but his words fall to deaf ears.
"Shopping cart race!" Prussia, Denmark and America cheer at the same time.
"Let's go!" America says and the three rush out the door, dragging the shopping cart back out.
"I've got to see this," Belgium also jumps out of the couch and races after the three.
"Hey, don't leave me behind!" South Korea drops his bag onto the table too and runs out the door.
"What is that I heard?" Luxembourg comes crashing through the door, bandages still around his chest and no shirt on. His eyes are glistening mischievously.
"Shopping cart race!" Italy pushes past him and drags the blonde behind him also outside the door.
"No! Italy! Luxembourg!" Germany is also rushing after them too, only to stop them in his case instead of joining them.
"Well, I better already call my government saying that if any nation are arrested, it's not my fault," Netherlands says grumpily. "I'm not paying for any damage they do," he then adds.
"At least Belgium's with them who can speak Dutch," Canada assures the ones still here.
"Where is Luxembourg?" Japan shyly peeks his head out of the door where Luxembourg and Italy just emerged from.
"He went joyriding with a shopping cart," Finland replies with a small smile. Japan sighs.
"I'll go give him a shirt," Japan then quickly also runs after the others.
"Should we be concerned?" I ask the ones still here.
"Worried? Yes," England answers. "But should we care? No, any problems they create, they should solve themselves," the older nation coldly says.
"You're just jealous you aren't going to have fun with them," France retorts, a smug look on his face.
"You-" England angrily stands up and glares at France.
"And there goes the peace," China sighs and places a hand on his face. I can't help but agree with him.
"Oh, a call," Sweden suddenly speaks up and grabs his phone. "Yes, Sealand?" he picks up. At the mention of the micronation's name, France and England stop bickering and everyone looks at Sweden. "Wait what?" Sweden asks and looks rather alarmed. Oh dear, this isn't over yet, is it?
1 Turkish = Netherlands
2 Turkish = France