Hi everyone! MEIN GOTT I'M LAZY I should have written this sooner! I'm sorry! I just haven't been in my writing zone lately TT-TT Anywhos, Here's chapter 3!
Chapter 3:
New Home?
Marcia yawned as she opened her eyes. For a moment, she lay there, wondering why her bed was so soft and so warm. She wondered why there was a roof above her head… Then she remembered, and looked over at her brother. He fell asleep with his glasses on. She giggled, taking them off of him and putting them on herself. The world was instantly warped. Everything was bigger and blurry.
"Like my glasses?" She gave a startled yelp as she was enveloped in a bear hug, the glasses taken back. Alfred set her down in his lap and said,
"Well, you wanna see my work?"
"YEAH!" Marcia exclaimed. Alfred picked her up and put her on his shoulders, walking out of his room. They walked down more hallways than Marcia could count, eventually ending up in an office with a man sitting at a desk.
"Hey dude! What's up?" Alfred shouted. The man stared at Marcia.
"Whose child is that Am- Alfred?" The man asked. Marcia wondered if he was important, to have his own special room.
"This is my new sister! Marcia, say hello to the President of the United States of America!" Alfred gestured towards the man.
"He-hello sir…" She whispered shyly.
"Hello, young miss. May I speak with your brother in private for a moment?"
"Okay." Marcia was set back down on the floor and she walked out of the room. She was surprised by how much she knew, having never seen an actual building, since her home had so many volcanic eruptions.
'There's another thing that's new. Volcanic Eruptions… that's the water that burns? Lava?' Because Marcia is still quite small, she didn't think about it too long.
"Marcia, can you come back in here?" The president asked, well, more like demanded. Marcia did what she was told. Alfred stood there with a big smile on his face, and the president looked like he had a headache.
"Marcia, this man here, your brother, his name isn't Alfred." The president began.
"I'm America! I'm a country, well, more like the 'personification' of this country, but that makes me sound like I'm not even my own person. So, I'm America!" He cheerily exclaimed. She looked at him confused.
"What?" She asked.
"You're a country too, you know." Her brother explained.
"I am?"
"Yeah. You said you were under water for too long but you didn't die right? That's because countries like us don't die from things that other people do. Old age, disease, suffocation, you name it. Heck, we stay young for just about FOREVER."
"That makes sense. I'm fourteen, but the islanders said that I'm not normal because I have the body and mind of a seven year old." Marcia explained. America nodded. The president sat there slightly confounded by how easily she took it.
"Now Marcia, want to see my real home?" America asked.
"YEAH!" She shouted. A few minutes later they were on the road, despite the president's cries of 'COME BACK HERE!' and 'YOU HAVE WORK!'
After about an hour, they arrived at a huge house. Said house had 3 stories, the top floor holding all of the bedrooms. The second floor had all sorts of junk, and the bottom floor had the kitchen, dining room, and an office area.
"This is your room!" America shouted, pleased with how excited Marcia was. She had 'oohed' and 'ahhed' during the entire tour.
"I'm right across the hall, so if you can't find me I'll probably be in there."
"Whose room is that?" she asked, pointing at the room right next to hers. The door was wide open, and there seemed to be someone inside.
"Oh, that's my brother Canada's room. Since he's my Bro that makes him yours too! His 'human' name is Matthew." Marcia, extremely curious as she was, walked into Canada's room, and discovered a sleeping nation on the bed, curled up with a bear that seemed to be stuffed. She walked over to the bed, America silently watching from the doorway, and pet the stuffed bear. All of a sudden, said bear opened its eyes and yawned, before asking,
"Who are you?"
"I-I-I- I'm Marcia." She stuttered in surprise.
"Kumojiro." The bear replied. She shook it's… Paw? Oh well, they are countries, this sort of thing probably happens all the time, she thought. The man in the bed with Kumojiro yawned.
"Kumotaro, who are you talking to?" The bear looked quizzically at him.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Canada." He said softly, opening his eyes to behold Marcia. The first thing he thought was, 'she looks like me and America'. Then when he saw his brother in the doorway, he asked,
"America, why is there a little girl in our house?"
"Canada, meet Marcia. She's a new country. Her country's name is Saphira." Canada shook her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you, Marcia."
"Same here, Canada." She whispered back.
Kumojiro, being an animal, sniffed Marcia's head.
"She needs a bath." Kumojiro bluntly said. Marcia smelled her arm before saying,
"Oh god, I smell like the ocean!" America laughed and said,
"Let's get you in the shower."
"…"
"What's wrong?"
"What's a shower?" Marcia asked. Both of her brothers gave each other disbelieving looks.
"C-Canada, why don't you help her shower?"
"N-No, America, why don't you?"
They went back and forth like that for TEN. WHOLE. MINUTES. Before America actually got a somewhat great idea.
"I know!" He ran over to Canada's bedside table where a phone lied, dialed the number as fast as he could, and then waited.
"Hello?"
"YO ENGLAND WE TOTALLY NEED YOUR HELP RIGHT NOW!"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about, America?" A British-accented voice responded.
"CANADA AND I HAVE A LITTLE SISTER AND SHE'S SO LITTLE AND WE HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A KID!"
"…"
"…"
"… I'll be there as soon as I can. Knowing you America, you will probably do something downright dangerous. Tell Canada that he's in charge until I get there."
"BUT IGGY-!"
"NO BUT'S! AND DON'T CALL ME IGGY, YOU WANKER!"
The line went dead.
America reluctantly told Canada he was in charge and went off somewhere to go pout, whining about how 'The hero should be in charge'.
"Well, Marcia, are you hungry?" Canada asked. She nodded, remembering that she never ate breakfast.
"Have you ever had pancakes?" He wondered aloud, putting on a clean shirt and his favorite red hoodie.
"No." Marcia answered. Canada took her hand, and held Kumojiro.
"Let's go make some pancakes!" So Canada and Marcia went to the kitchen and began making pancakes. It was strange for Marcia, having never used a stove to cook anything, and actually not eating fish or stew, which were the only food they could make on the island.
Not too long later, they finished their pancakes. Canada split the pancakes into thirds, in case America wanted some, and put a ton of maple syrup on his pancakes.
"What's that?" Marcia asked, whilst he poured the syrup.
"Maple syrup. It tastes really good on pancakes. Would you like some?" He asked, already pouring a small portion of it on the farthest edge of her plate.
Marcia took a slice of pancake and ate it plain. It tasted amazing. It was light and fluffy, and sweet.
Marcia took another bite of pancake, this time with some syrup.
IT WAS 20% BETTER. Actually, it was so much better, that she took the syrup and poured the rest of the bottle on her pancakes! The two laughed as she got it all over her face, and Canada had to get a wet washcloth to TRY to wipe it off.
"It's getting in my hair!" Marcia giggled.
"Stop squirming!" Canada exclaimed, trying- and failing- to keep a straight face. By the time they FINALLY got it all off her face, and partially in her hair, the doorbell rang. Canada opened the door to find England standing there, breathless and cold and wet.
To this day, NO ONE knows exactly how he came to look like this.
"England! I didn't think you'd be here so soon. How did you get here so quickly?"
"Teleportation spell. May I come in?" He asked, beginning to shiver from the slight summer breeze. Canada stepped aside to let the poor man in,
"I'll get some towels." Canada offered, heading towards the nearest linen closet. England stood there, his blonde hair stuck to his face. Marcia stared at the man, trying not to be seen, when something flew by his head.
"Hello England!" It cried out cheerily.
"Oh hello there, Flying Mint Bunny!" He exclaimed.
"What happened to you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." He assured it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Marcia, peeking her head out from beside the wall, watching the two talk.
"Hello there, little one. Are you the one America called me about?"
"Yes." She whispered, her eyes following Flying Mint Bunny.
"Can you see my friend here?" He asked.
"Yes. She's green… and a rabbit… and flying…"
"That's why my name is Flying Mint Bunny!" She exclaimed, causing Marcia to fall over.
"Are you alright, love?" England went to go help her up.
"I'm okay." At that moment, Canada came back with the towels. He explained why America had called in the first place, and England laughed.
"That's all? Well then, little one, let's get you cleaned up shall we?" England picked Marcia up and took her to the bathroom. This was good, because she also REALLY had to go!
Once they were done with THAT, England decided he would come often to help the brothers with Marcia. It was more like America practically begged him to, really.
"You're like my papa. I'm going to call you papa!" Marcia told England a few weeks later.
"EH? W-Why?"
"Because papa took good care of me and kept me safe. He made sure that there was always a boat we could get to when the volcano erupted. Except, he and mama got lost in the ocean like me. I don't know where they are."
"… Well then…" England started, "I'll just have to be the best dad I can."
LE FLUFF! XD lol well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, the next one, though, is going to be VERY different.
England: I really hated being soaked.
Author: Well, it's better that way.
England: HOW?
Author: Because it is.
R&R