Sweet Memories ch. 16: America's view

Was I just mocked by a child?!

I stared in disbelief as Iggy ran up to Scotland again and tugged his pants.

"Scotty, I'm hungry."

Scotland picked him up and placed him on the crook of his arm.

"Well then," he said smiling, "let's go cook something up for you."

My stomach began to hurt at the thought of England's cooking.

If England can't cook, then...I don't even want to think about it...

As they left for the kitchen, I turned to France and spoke in a harsh whisper.

"What just happened?"

France sighed and ran a hand through his hair, flipping it at the end.

"I forgot to say this, but England used to have a very good relationship with Scotland. I guess because he took care of them and all."

Something in the way France said "used to" made me curious.

"What about now? How is their relationship like?"

"Now?" he looked up at the ceiling, thinking, " Well...let's just say they're not on the best of terms."

I was about to ask another question when an explosion interrupted my thoughts. I turned my head around to see smoke coming from the kitchen. We ran to the room to find Scotland on the floor with Iggy on his lap, both covered in food, laughing

"What happened here?!"

Iggy giggled a bit more, then looked up at me.

"I tried to help Scotty cook, but I added too much salt and it boiled and exploded!"

He made gestures with his hands as he talked that I couldn't help, but chuckle.

"Well then," France said while pulling up his sleeves, " why don't I give it a go?"

He reached towards the fridge and began pulling ingredients out when Scotland grabbed his arm. He pulled France close and whispered something to him. As he drew away France nodded and then turned to Iggy.

"You know what?" he smiled, " You wouldn't even like my cooking, it's awful."

I stared in surprise at France before I understood why he had said that. France and Scotland then looked at each other, as if planning something.

"Hey Iggy," I said while turning to him, "why don't we go to your room and play with your friends."

Iggy nodded and we both turned around and began to walk to his room. I looked over my shoulder and saw Scotland giving me a death glare, but I just grinned at him. As we entered the room, Iggy jumped on his bed as I grabbed a chair to sit on. Trying to get comfortable, I looked over to see Iggy already talking to himself. It was cute how he thought he had imaginary friends, but just as a kid. When he was older, it was just plain out awkward.

"So Iggy," I said, trying to get his attention, "how good is Scotland's cooking?"

"It's very good!" he said, turning towards me, "He says that I'm almost as good as he is!"

That's all I needed to hear for my stomach to hurt.

"I-Is that s-so?" I stuttered, holding my stomach.

Iggy nodded and went back to play with his friends. I decided this was a good opportunity to learn more about England's brothers, so I asked another question.

"So...how well do your other brothers cook?"

He flinched and stopped what he was doing. He didn't even turn around.

"Iggy?" I asked, tilting my head a little.

"I..." he said with his back facing me, "don't really talk to my other brothers that much..."

"Why not?"

"We...don't really get along too well."

I froze and didn't know how to reply. I knew I crossed the line when I saw him shaking as he began to cry. So I did what any hero would do.

"I'm sorry," I said as I got up and went over to him, "I shouldn't have asked."

I hugged him and stroked his hair as he quieted down. Suddenly, an idea crossed my mind.

"You know what?" I turned him around to face me, "I can be your big bro!"

He looked at me confused as he wiped his remaining tears away.

"W-What do you mean?"

I smiled and put a hand on his head to ruffle his hair.

"Well, I can be like a brother figure to you, if you want."

He smiled and gave a little laugh.

"Who would want an idiot like you as a brother?"

I let my head hang as I pretended to cry.

"That's cold, even for a child like you."

I did this act for a while until I felt a poke. I looked up to see Iggy's hand stretched towards me.

"Deal?"

I stared at him. He turned his head slightly away as he blushed lightly and pouted. I grinned and took his hand.

"Deal."

I then gave him another hug and ruffled his hair more, despite his protests, when Scotland came in.

Yup. I made Iggy have a bad relationship with his other bros. Hope you guys like this.