Hello there and welcome to the last chapter of this story (whew, finally translated all of this...) ^-^
AmazingCreativeUsername: Hha right. I could be mean now and say Canada is STILL IN THAT LEISURE HALL but oh well. I actually know that guy but the last time he had to use an atlas to find Russia O_o Oh well.
Iggy'ssecretadmirerer: Canada as Seme? Oh well, a bit weird since I like USUK and Franada, but oh well. Would be interesting xD
all: And who STILL doesn't know where Canada is... get an atlas xD (P.S.: Canada is actually the second biggest country - after Russia, third is America and fourth is China.)
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Chap V / Independence Day – Happy Birthday, America!
~Elena's point of view~
"So that's how it is," I took some chips from the bowl that was standing on the table and grinned at America, who just had filled me in on every detail about Britannia Angel and who returned the grin. Next to me I heard Marina's soft giggle.
"You bloody wanker!" England shouted, blushing hard, after America had removed his hand from Arthur's mouth. "I should-" I didn't hear what England wanted to do to America because the door was flung open and France entered the room with Finland following him. Shit… I bet I was as smart as to take the damn scarf off again…! Surely this fact was the reason why the two nations stared at me with a familiar expression: Eyes as big as dinner plates and mouth wide open.
"Elena…?" They uttered simultaneously, before they both began to run towards me, arms wide. How the hell did they even know my name…? "I have- ngh!" I seemed today was the Half Sentence Day. Even before Francis or Tino could finish their phrases, I heard two ugly metallic klonks and the blonde Frenchman sank to the floor, together with the Finn, showing the two persons behind him: Hungary and Alex as Prussia… with a frying pan in her hand. Because of the shock, I couldn't say a single word so all my surprise was expressed by a questioning look, directed at Alex. However, latter seemed to be busy.
"Was it okay like this?" She turned to Hungary, pointing at the pan in her hands.
"Hmm… The angle was okay but you should deal the blow faster and less powerful." Elizaveta answered and looked down at Francis. "Then there won't be such a loud sound when the pan collides with the human skull. You know, the sound just now wasn't ladylike." Oh, but beating people up with a frying pan from behind was ladylike… I decided to keep this thought for me since I definitely still needed my head. Hungary had already taken her pan in her hands and watched Francis and Tino getting up.
"That's enough! I don't need to be hit anymore!" France complained, rubbing the back of his head where I could already see a bump forming.
"How much did you hit him?" I asked amusedly.
"Oh, only once, actually." Alex grinned and let Gilbird land on her right shoulder. "But it was Hungary who dealt the first blow." Elizaveta smiled at me and bowed down as if she was standing on a theatre stage. In this weird situation I finally realized what I wanted to ask from the start.
"Who is this, actually?" I smiled at France helplessly who still was staring at me in shock.
"You won't believe this, Elli." Alex answered me as if she would say something really important and shocking right now and somehow, I didn't like this fact; I had a bad feeling about this.
"Come on, who is it?" I asked again, wanting to get rid of this strange feeling. Alex looked like she was about to burst out in laughter but finally answered with a weak voice:
"Finland is Chris and France is… Tom." She grinned before beginning to laugh.
"WHAT?" I shouted in disbelief but Alex only confirmed her words with an enthusiastic nod. "Oh my god, epic FAIL!" With these words I also burst out in laughter and after a while, my stomach started to hurt. "I really don't want to know how you found them." I almost whimpered, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Iggy, please get them away as soon as possible!" England nodded quickly before he pushed America off his lap and stood up.
"Should we start right now?" He asked and I nodded immediately. "Alright, form a circle in the middle of the room, everyone take the hands of your neighbours!" We all followed his orders and I watched out that I came to stand between Marina and Alex. Latter was less lucky since she had to take Tom's hand and she glared at me with a hateful glance. As an answer I only grinned and stuck out my tongue at her.
"Well, I think it's time for us all to say goodbye." England announced with a hint of festiveness in his voice but was interrupted by America who pulled him aside and whispered something in his ear. And suddenly I realized that I was going to never see everyone here again! Not that I had got to see many countries but several of them had already become something like friends to me and I just didn't want to get away from here yet… I squirmed a little but the hands I was holding reminded me of the fact that there was no going back now. When Alex' and my gaze met, I noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes and knew she thought the same. At the wall of the room, China and Hungary stood and waved at us, smiling. "Are you sure…?" England's doubtful voice stopped my thoughts and I saw how Arthur looked up to Alfred. The American, however, nodded enthusiastically and the other gave in, sighing. "Alright, alright. Even I think that idea of yours is somehow good." What this idea was, I wouldn't be finding out anymore… England turned to us again, his thick violet book in his hands. I sighed when England started to read the spell out loud:
You, who were summoned by mistake,
Let the real persons behind you awake,
Return to your home peacefully,
Oh dear ghost, please send them back immediately!
After he had pronounced the last word, my vision started to blur and I felt dizzy. I could still recognize that Arthur was still reading from his book but my ears seemed to have gotten deaf. Then I fell into a pitch-black hallway that started moving around me and soon I saw violet forms dance around me. Those shapes caught yellow fire that was burning higher and higher, the deeper I fell but finally, the flames vanished. I continued falling through the darkness, closing my eyes and letting the wings of darkness carry me…
Until a cold and hard surface hit my feet. It seemed like I had landed in the middle of my room and not on the bed. I kept my eyes closed, listening to the sounds around me. In front of me I could hear a soft rustling, probably my rabbits.
"Alright, now how long do you want to keep your eyes closed?" I winced when I heard the bored voice and I opened my eyes wide open when my mind finally recognized who had asked me that.
Arthur Kirkland.
I was still standing in the same room as a couple of minutes earlier, in front of me England sat on a red armchair and drank his tea calmly.
"What… England… but how?" I sputtered, still perplexed from the previous events. Did the spell not work?
"I asked him to do that!" America appeared to my right, pulling me in a tight hug. "You surely know what day is tomorrow, right?" He asked me in anticipation after he had let go of me. Arthur only averted his eyes but then looked at me expectantly. Alright… yesterday was the second of July, so tomorrow was…
"The Fourth of July! Your Birthday!" I exclaimed when I finally understood what Alfred was talking about.
"Correct!" The American grinned and patted my shoulder. "I mean, it's not like I can exclude my apprentice from the party, right?" He winked and I smiled at him thankfully, but then another thought came to my mind:
"And what is going to happen with Alex…?" I turned to England who only took a sip from his tea and pointed to my left. When I turned around, I saw how Alex materialized in this room, too, this time not as Prussia. While America gave her the same greeting as me, I looked around in the room. China and Hungary still were leaning on the wall, both perplexed. Plus, in the middle of the room stood Russia, Finland, Prussia, France and North Italy – this time hopefully the real ones.
"I knew something like this would happen." Alex murmured after being freed from America's arms but her surprised face showed immediately that she was lying.
"Ve~ I should return to Germany or he'll begin to worry about me." Italy told us carelessly and walked over to the door; he didn't seem to question anything that had happened here. I really hoped for him that such things didn't happen to him every day. France and Finland followed the Italian out of the room and I heard the sound of the door shutting. Hungary, Prussia, Russia and China, who still stayed, came to us and sat down on the sofas.
"Aiya~ Thank you two again for correcting England's mistake, aru." China said, a bit flustered because Ivan had wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Actually, what exactly happened?" Prussia uttered the question that he and Russia probably both wanted to ask. Only that Russia was busy flirting with Yao.
"Those both over there," China pointed at Alex and me, after we had sat down on the sofa, too, "were put inside your bodies, Alexandra in your body and Elena in Russia's. But no one seemed to have noticed, aru." He added quickly before the others could answer him.
"You did well," Ivan smiled at me. "Wouldn't it be great if I allowed you to become one with Russia as a reward, da?" Yao wanted to protest but I was faster than him:
"That's not necessary, Russia." I grinned at the surprised Russian. "You know, I was born in Russia so I'm kind of one with you already." Ivan stared at me in surprise for a moment before he started giggling.
"Wow, it's really late already!" Elizaveta exclaimed when she looked at her watch. "We should go to sleep early since we have to be fit for your party tomorrow." She smiled at Alfred who nodded enthusiastically in response.
"Are there any free rooms?" I asked England and he nodded.
"There is an unoccupied suite on the next floor, right above us, it's number 5070. Originally, it belonged to Finland but he moved in Sweden's room on the first day." Elizaveta and I grinned at each other and Alex averted her eyes in response.
"I will show them the way," Hungary suggested, opened the door and all of us – Russia, China, Prussia, Alex and I – exited the room. "See you!... Oh, and have fun, you two!" She winked at America and England knowingly but latter jumped up, almost knocking his teacup off the table.
"I- I also shall go and prepare myself for the party." Arthur mumbled and also tried to leave the room, but Alfred grabbed his arm.
"You can prepare here for the party as well, Iggy." The taller one said softly but loud enough for us all to hear him. America leaned forward and…
"That's enough!" Alex shouted and slammed the door shut. "I'm really tired so please show us our room, Hungary!" However, the excitement in her voice let us know that she just hated Yaoi. Being in the same team as Hungary hadn't helped her at all. How regrettable.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing, closing the door like that?" Prussia complained and looked at Alex accusingly. I grinned when I had realized that Prussia was also a Yaoi fan.
"Just when it got interesting!" I supported Gilbert and put my hands on my hips.
"I didn't even have time to make a photo," Hungary sighed, holding her camera already in her hands. China only shook his head, sighing, while Russia just smiled at everyone. Probably he was thinking about who will become one with Russia next.
"Damned Yaoi freaks," Alex growled before grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hallway. Again, it surprised me how much physical strength she had when it got really serious.
"You're just boring." I stuck my tongue out at her and she turned away, clearly annoyed.
"If I don't like Yaoi, it won't make me a boring person." She replied and turned around to continue walking again but Hungary managed to catch up with her.
"Of course it will!" She claimed but Alex only huffed. Alex, don't ever argue with two Yaoi fans simultaneously! "Surely you don't hate Yaoi," The Hungarian asked, holding her pan again, ready to deal a blow. "…do you?" I swear, I could see Alex getting as pale as a corpse.
"S-surely I don't hate it!" She uttered and made wild gestured with her hands. "Let's just go to our room, I'm really tired!" She yawned demonstratively before turning around and running away from us.
"Alright," Elizaveta sighed and put the frying pan away before turning to me, grinning. "Want a pan, too?" I nodded enthusiastically.
"Of course! I mean, just look how it makes Yaoi haters come over to the good side!" I wiggled my eyebrows and Hungary laughed.
"Come on, don't fall behind!" Alex shouted, already standing at the end of the hallway and we followed her, still chuckling.
It didn't take long to find our room, but only four of us arrived there, Alex and I, accompanied by Hungary and Prussia. Russia and China had already gone to their room earlier, China blushing hard and Russia mumbling something about "become one with Russia". Elizaveta, Gilbert and I understood clearly, what was about to happen but when we tried to explain that to Alex, she had only held her ears and sung a non-identifiable song. However, when we wanted to follow the two lovers, she grabbed our arms and pulled us away with her.
"Finally, we've arrived," Alex uttered, took the key to the room from Hungary and entered our suite. "I'm really tired so I'm going to go to sleep right now. See you tomorrow, you two!" She smiled at Gilbert and Elizaveta before closing the door and leaning against its wood. She still hadn't turned on the light, so the room was still dark. "Finally I have to deal with only one Yaoi freak." She sighed, relieved. I grinned and wanted to reply something but decided that she had already enough of Yaoi today and changed the topic.
"Actually, how did you find Tom and Chris?" I asked her after I had lain down on one of the two large beds in this room and stared at the black ceiling.
"Wait a sec," Alex answered before occupying the second bed and finally turning to me. "It was like that…"
Half of the night we spent giggling and whispering but eventually fell asleep, exhausted.
When I woke up in the morning, the sun was shining brightly through the tall windows but Alex was still sleeping.
"You sleepyhead," I grinned before getting out of the warm bed and toddling to the bathroom. Well, I wanted to get to the bathroom but stumbled over something soft and fell on top of it. "Francis, I swear, if it's you, you're so dead." I growled sleepily and stood up to look at the thing on the floor. It wasn't France but rather a high pile of… clothing. "Uh shit," I uttered while digging through the green, black, white and even golden dresses. "What the hell is this?" The sunlight was already bright enough for me to notice a small piece of paper next to the monstrous pile. "It's a token of my gratitude, plus, you have to be dressed nice for the party that starts at noon. Tino." This was written on the red paper with elegant, white letters. Okay. So these clothes were all Finland's. I really didn't want to know why he had such a pile of them. Or what he used them for. I chased the images of Finland in a tight black dress out of my head and looked at the dresses instead, choosing a fitting one. It was America's birthday, so… "Ah!" I exclaimed when I found the right dress for me. Then I stood up and took a closer look at it. It was blue but it also had red and white parts. Perfect, those were the three colours of America's flag so if he notices, he will surely be happy. Oh, England's flag had the same three colours, so this dress also made an innuendo about USUK. I grinned at that thought. Oh, Russia's flag had the same colours, too. Well, at least he would stop molesting me with his "become with Russia". And… oh shit, France's flag was red, white and blue as well. I looked at the dress again with doubt in my eyes but then decided to wear it and to protect myself from France with Karate or Hungary's pan. Just why did so many countries have red, white and blue as their flag colours…? I sighed before laying the dress on my bed and finally going to the bathroom but this time I avoided falling onto the pile of dresses. But another surprise waited for me in the bathroom: The whole room was stuffed with make-up-articles, different hairbrushes and even skin creams. "What the…" I stared at the pile of things that were stacked in front of me. If Finland owned all of those things, he had definitely gone mad. I sighed before I started digging through the cosmetics, intended to find a toothbrush. When I already wanted to curse Tino because he even had a toxic green lipstick but no toothbrush, I finally found one. Happy, I pulled out a new toothbrush that was even still in its package from the unidentifiable stack of make-up things. At least it was new, so I could be sure it hasn't been used by Finland yet. Thank god.
I brushed my teeth while thinking about my totally wrong opinion about Finland. Finally I was finished with brushing my teeth and combing my hair – I ignored the make-up as well as I could – and left the scary bathroom. Back in the bedroom again, I noticed that the sun shone brightly already, filling the whole room with golden light. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery but then noticed the clock that was hanging on the wall.
"IT'S HALF PAST ELEVEN ALREADY?" I screamed in panic and rushed over to Alex. "YOU DOPE! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!" However, my screaming and shaking was pretty ineffective because she only growled something and turned away from me, pulling the blanket over her head. "THE PARTY STARTS IN HALF AN HOUR!" No reaction. I let go of her and took a deep breath in order to calm down. "Alright, we'll do it the hard way." I chuckled softly before looking around in the room, searching for an item that I could use. Eventually, I noticed a big watering can and returned to the bathroom, taking it with me. I couldn't help but giggle in anticipation while filling the can with ice cold water.
When the can was full, I turned off the water and tip-toed back to the bedroom, watching out that no water dripped onto the floor. Finally, I stood in front of Alex with the watering can in my hands and grinned at her gleefully. I had wanted to do that for a long time.
"GOOD MORNING!" I shouted cheerfully while pouring the cold water on Alex' head; I had removed her blanket before the whole action. This time, my friend reacted immediately. She sat up in her bed, eyes wide.
"COLD!" She yelled in panic and jumped out of the bed. "What the hell was that?" She ranted, wrapping her arms around her shivering body. "Have you gone completely mad or what?"
"Nope," I replied with a relaxed voice and grinned. "Oh, by the way, the party starts in thirty minutes." I added, my last statement causing a puzzled look on Alex' face.
"What party?" She asked cluelessly, she seemed to think. But before I could help her memory, she remembered it: "Oh my God, THAT party!" She rushed in the bathroom's direction in panic, making me giggle and when she landed on the pile of clothes, cursing them, I burst out in laughter. I was glad that I had saved my own dress from Alex' wet hair. However, Alex had disappeared into the bathroom and although I wanted to see her shocked face really badly, I couldn't afford to waste any more time. I mean, I had to prepare myself for the party, what meant – putting on the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror, still unsure of the fact whether I should wear the dress or not. It actually suited me pretty good but I could see my own feet, what meant: I had to find fitting shoes. I sighed before going back to the pile of clothing again, hoping to find some good shoes. I mean, if Finland had even make-up, it was just impossible for him not to have even a single pair of shoes. And I was right: After I had shoved away the damp clothes, I discovered a whole collection of different boots, ballerinas and other shoes, this fact making me think about strange things about Finland again. However, this time I was glad about the shoes because I found simple ballerinas with small heels, their blue matching the colour of my dress. I tried on the shoes, glad about the fact that they were neither too big, nor too small, and stood up. I stood a bit shakily but the heels were quite small so I found my balance quickly. I had seen much higher heels while I was looking through Tino's collection. It was a bit depressing that Finland could manage to walk with heels that were thirteen centimetres high and I couldn't. However, I stopped to pity myself when the bathroom door opened and Alex entered the room with dry and combed hair, distracting me.
"How much time do we have left?" She asked me and brushed the strands of hair that were on her face, back. I looked at the clock before turning back to her.
"You have ten minutes to choose a dress and shoes. Oh, and if your party dress was dry, it would be really great." I replied calmly and watched Alex amusedly when she rushed over to the pile of clothes, trying to choose a dress to wear, swearing from time to time. Finally, she decided to wear a simple black dress with a golden belt and also black ballerinas. Exactly when she was finished with her preparation, we heard a knock at the door. We winced but Hungary's voice calmed us down again:
"Are you ready? We should go to the party!" She shouted and I stood up from the bed I was sitting on. Alex nodded at me, so we both crossed the room and I opened the door. In the hallway stood Hungary, a few steps behind her Belgium and Liechtenstein.
"We're ready to go." I smiled at the three countries and looked at their clothes. Hungary was wearing a short, dark blue dress that was quite tight and accentuated her curves. Besides, she wore knee-length leather boots that were also blue. I remembered that dark blue used to be Prussia's national colour and grinned at the thought before looking away. Belgium wore her usual emerald green bow and a dress of the same colour. However, it reminded me more of a princess and was clearly less sexy that Elizaveta's dress. Well, one could notice who of them was Prussia's girlfriend. Behind those two stood the little Liechtenstein with a pink ribbon in her short, golden hair, wearing a white summer dress. Out of those three countries, she was obviously the cutest.
"Where exactly is the party?" I asked finally when I had looked at the clothes of the three women long enough and my eyes met Hungary's gaze.
"The party takes place in the leisure hall where Alex and I were yesterday." She winked at Alex and I nodded knowingly - I knew from Alex' stories what that room was like. So our whole group started to walk in the hall's direction, intended to reach it on time.
"So you're the two girls that were caught in Russia's and Prussia's body?" Belgium asked suddenly after we all had been quiet for a while. I nodded in agreement and looked at her. "Surely it was hard to run around with that warm scarf, right?" I nodded again, grinning.
"It was a bit warm but quite fluffy," I answered and as a response, Belgium giggled.
"I don't think I would have been able to walk around saying things like 'become one with me' or 'KOLKOLKOL' all the time." She uttered and I laughed, too.
"Well, I think that playing Russia's role wasn't even that bad." I sighed after I had finished laughing. "Imagine you were Poland. Like, totally Poland!" I wiggled my hips and all of us burst out in laughter, even Liechtenstein. The time passed quickly and it seemed to me like we had arrived at our destination way too soon.
"Oh, there you are! Like, the party has totally started already!" Poland exclaimed when he saw us coming. He was standing in the hallway, greeting every country that came to the party. As an answer, the five of us only grinned. Oh well, funny coincidence. We walked past Feliks and Toris, who was standing next to his friend, and entered the huge hall. Alex and I stopped, looking around in surprise. The leisure room I knew from Alex' story seemed to have nothing in common with the party hall we were standing in. On each wall, the flag of the United States was hanging, the heavy velvet curtains were closed and the room was lit by chandeliers made out of crystal – Alex hadn't told me about those! The chandeliers shone brightly, the beautiful white light, litting every corner of the room. From a piano at the other end of the hall I heard music – the Maru Kaite Chikyuu melody, performed by Roderick, of course. In the middle of the room several pairs were already dancing together, enjoying the lovely music.
"This is wonderful," I said, perplexed, not talking to anyone in particular, but soon I heard an answer to my words, at the same time I felt that an arm was being wrapped around my shoulders.
"Exactly. But of course I expect nothing less from my birthday party!" America laughed loudly and I looked up at him. "Everyone here helped to organize this whole event!" I looked at everyone in the room one more time.
"Wow. Just... wow." I said finally and stepped away from Alfred. "By the way, I'm sorry I didn't get any birthday present for you..."
"There's no way you could have known about that," the American grinned before turning to the dancing crowd. "I'm glad that I can celebrate my birthday without having any strange kids inside my friends' bodies." The image of Chris appeared in my mind and I grinned knowingly. "Whatever, let's party!" Alfred shouted cheerfully and pulled me towards the dancing people, not caring about my protests.
Moments later I was caught in a dancing crowd that moved synchronically to the rhythm of the song. I heard laughter from everywhere around me and it made me even happier than I already was. Wow, it was only noon and I was at a party already. Unbelievable.
"Elena." Yao's words got me back to reality and I blinked a few times before turning around to face the Chinese man. He wore his usual clothes but they were all red. China held his hand out towards me and winked at me. "Do you want to dance, aru?"
"If that's okay with Russia, I'd love to!" I laughed and took his sleeve, that was still too long for his arms, and let him guide me. He was really skilful at that so I stepped on his foot only once during the entire dance. Well, that's 4000 years of experience for you.
"Thanks again for getting everything back to normal." Yao said and I heard him although the music, that Roderick was playing, was quite loud. I only nodded in agreement and concentrated completely on the dance again.
"Don't worry about it. I mean, if my lover was a fourteen-year-old girl forever, that wouldn't be so great either." Not that I was against dating Yao, by the way. "What's Russia doing right now?" I asked my partner curiously. "Something has to have happened, otherwise he would be dancing with you now."
"One word. Belarus." China answered amusedly and made me laugh.
"Poor Russia, such a scary sister should be in detention already!" I uttered and China nodded enthusiastically. He wanted to add something but the music changed – as well as the person I was dancing with; the whole dance was organized like that: Two rows of people were facing each other, each of them dancing with the person in front of them. When the song changed, one row moved to the right and the other one to the left, so my next dance was with... Finland. Oh shit. I started to feel uncomfortable in my dress since it belonged to the blonde Finn but Tino only smiled at me friendly and I took his hand, still a bit unsure.
"You're Elena, right?" He asked me as soon as we had started to move to the music. "I'm glad you and your friend were able to choose yourselves a nice dress."
"Yeah. You've got really... A lot of dresses." I answered hesitatingly, intended to change the topic as soon as possible. I had expected that he would go into raptures about cross-dressing but was even more surprised when he burst out in loud but melodic laughter.
"What is it?" I asked, perplexed and having the strange feeling to have misunderstood something.
"That... that's-" Finland uttered breathlessly before bursting out in laughter again. "The dresses are not mine, they belong to Poland!" He grinned finally and let go of my hand to wipe away the tears. I only stared at him in shock.
"You mean... the make-up, the shoes, the clothes... are all Poland's?" I sputtered, perplexed, and as an answer I received an amused nod from Finland. At the same time I felt relief because of that fact, as if a really heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I mean, for Feliks... such clothes were normal. I giggled softly when I realized that there was a man on earth for whom it was normal to wear dresses. Oh god, that sounded crazy.
"Did you really think I wear things like these?" Finland asked finally and I still heard the amusement in his voice. I only nodded, laughing, and wanted to point out that Sweden would have been really happy if he put on such clothes but the music interrupted the conversation once again.
Honestly, if Austria didn't play such lovely music, I would have walked over to him and hit his head with a broom. My suppressed anger, however, vanished as soon as I saw my next dance partner: Spain. Antonio winked at me cheerfully before taking my hand and beginning to dance with me.
"Well, hello again." The tanned Spaniard grinned and spun me around. "Are you enjoying the party?"
"Of course," I nodded. "I mean, you don't get a chance to dance with the characters of your favourite anime that often." Antonio's smile widened and I returned the grin.
"The last days were more interesting than the rest, weren't they?" He noticed and I giggled softly.
"What do you think how interesting those days were for me?" I replied and Spain laughed as well.
"True, true, my dear." He winked again before we continued dancing quietly, everyone concentrating on his or her steps. Eventually the music stopped and the two rows dissolved, the people walking towards the walls of the room. I made my way over to the bar where I met Alex who also participated in the last dance and had Prussia, Canada and the Netherlands as her partners.
"Luckily, the music stopped before France could dance with me." She grinned and took a sip from her sprite what reminded me of the reason I came over to the bar.
After I had gotten my own sprite, I returned to Alex' table where I also met Elizaveta. I sat down between the two and while the other countries started dancing again, we were discussing the best way to beat someone up with a frying pan. Alex and I were interested in that topic equally.
Finally we heard the piano music stop and a moment later she was replaced by a more modern music that came from a ghetto blaster; Obviously, America had brought it here. Because no one could dance to rap, all the other countries started to come over to the bar, intended to drink something.
"Hello, Elizaveta." I heard a calm voice behind me and when I turned around, I saw Austria standing in front of our table who then grabbed another chair and sat down next to Hungary. He gave the frying pan that was still lying on the table a questioning look but didn't say anything about it. "Did you enjoy the music?" I smiled at him friendly.
"It was very beautiful." But you could have chosen longer pieces to play, aristocratic idiot. The last part I didn't dare to say out loud, I mean, maybe I won't be allowed to visit Austria anymore. The Austrian at our table lowered his head and returned my smile. I already started to feel uncomfortable in the presence of a noble but luckily, Denmark interrupted the silence at our table. By beating Norway on the head with a broom. Interested, I leaned forward in order to see the happening events better.
Denmark, clearly drunk, had raised the broom above his head once more in order to hit Norway's head again but latter reacted quickly. He dodged the wooden weapon and landed on his feet, standing a bit unsurely – he wasn't that sober either.
"Muahahaha, I'll get you!" The Dane yelled with a voice full of gloating and started to chase the Norwegian with his broom, damaging several pieces of furniture in the process. They had been chasing each other in the background for quite some time now so I got bored and turned back to Hungary, Alex and Austria. An "AAAH" that came from Denmark gained back my attention and I looked at the Nordic countries again. Apparently Norway had found a mop himself and was chasing a laughing Denmark who was holding his broken broom. The Norwegian did that with such a neutral expression that one could think there was a mask on his face. Finally Sweden ended their quarrel by taking the brooms away from the nations, sitting down between the two and giving each of them a death glare. The two men became quiet at once – if it was because of Berwald or because of the missing weapons, I wasn't sure.
"A frying pan is suited better for fights, remember that." Elizaveta analyzed the situation and made Alex and me laugh – even Roderick smiled at her. Eventually the Austrian stood up from his chair.
"It's better if I get back to my piano, we don't want any events like this one again." He said with a dry voice and began to move through the crowd towards his piano. I translate the Roderick language back to English: I'm afraid something awful could happen to my piano babe so I'll go protect it as quickly as possible. But that only proved that Roderick was the same as ever. Hungary seemed to have read my thoughts because she grinned knowingly and looked at Austria.
"Bonsoir, mes beautés." From behind I heard a quiet, seductive voice that sent shivers down my spine. I turned around slowly, only to wish I hadn't done it. In front of us stood France; his outfit so fancy it could even compete with the chandeliers in this hall. I gulped nervously and forced a smile.
"Good evening to you too, France." I replied this time in English and continued looking up at Francis. Somehow he seemed to me like a paedophile and a player together and the fact that Tom was caught inside his body didn't make the whole thing better. My mind came back to reality only when France shoved a huge red rose into mine and one into Alex' face. "Mmmpff- What the hell are you doing?" I asked the blonde Frenchman indignantly but latter only grinned suggestively.
"It's a present for you." He answered calmly and continued looking at me. "Do you like it?"
"Uhh, yeah, thanks," was the only thing I could answer. Elena, remember to throw that rose away as soon as possible. Or burn and bury it and build a house over the place where you buried the rose.
"How about a dance, my beauties?" France changed the topic quickly and lay a hand on both mine and Alex' shoulder.
"No, thanks." We replied synchronically but instead of leaving us alone, Francis leaned forward towards Alex and lowered his voice.
"Are you sure~?" He purred and I noticed Alex trying to get away from him. I looked around in the room in panic, searching for something that could stop him from flirting with my friend and my eyes found the frying pan on the table. I grabbed it in the blink of an eye and raised it high above my head before hitting the clueless Frenchman's head with it. I heard – for the third time today – a metallic 'Klonk' and a gasp from Francis who fell to the floor, unconscious. Contently, I looked at the results of my hard work.
"Thanks, Elli." Alex uttered, still traumatized, and threw the rose away as if it was toxic. The flower landed on the Frenchman's back.
"Are you sure Tom isn't in France's body anymore?" I said, grinning, and both of us laughed.
"Alexandra, Elena." We heard England's voice from behind and turned around to look at Arthur and Alfred, who were standing in front of us. "I'm afraid we have to get going now." We only nodded obediently and exited the hall with the two nations.
"What a pity that you're leaving already." America said thoughtfully and looked over to us.
"Hey, we have to get home somehow as well," Alex answered him and earned a nod from Alfred.
"Of course it'd be really great if we could come here again." I smiled and the others nodded again.
"We've arrived." England interrupted our conversation and I noticed that we stood in front of the door with the '1337' number plate. The English pulled out a key and opened the lock, letting us enter the dark room – I had to realize in shock that it had gotten quite late already. I turned on the lights and looked around in the fateful room where I had woken up as Russia.
"The stars are positioned quite beneficially, so I figured now was the best time to send you back." England explained to us and we only nodded mutely. "Just stand over there in the middle of this room." We followed his orders and walked over to the red sofa – I really needed one like this at home! – and waited for Arthur's spell to begin. While the Englishman read his incantation, I looked over to America who waved at us; in response, I smiled sadly and waved back. I felt sad but it was not as bad as the last time when we were supposed to be sent back with Marina and the others. Eventually I felt cold rise up around my body and closed my eyes slowly, waiting for darkness to embrace me.
This time the dream didn't last as long as the previous one. All I saw was a pitch black hallway, on its end I noticed a small, white light. This light grew faster and faster until it was all around me…
…and I found myself in my own room again. I blinked once, twice, before looking around. The clock on the wall showed 05:30 am but the sun was shining through the curtains already, not very brightly but enough for me to recognize everything in my room. My bed had been made and- what was that?
I gasped when I noticed the huge red package that lay on my bed. I rushed over to the present and almost yanked the wrapping away. Underneath the red paper was a heavy carton box that I placed on the floor before looking inside. The sight of the things inside of the carton made me gasp again before I began to take everything out, putting the things on my bed: a frying pan from Hungary, a panda plushie from China, a wool scarf from Russia, a small, tomato-shaped cushion from Spain, a CD with 'TomatoJump' written on it, probably from Germany, a hamburger recipe from America, my party dress and the ballerinas from Poland – or Finland – then Prussia's photo (well, I wasn't surprised about that one) and a strange device that looked like a remote control but had only three buttons – a blue, a white and a red one. I looked at that gadget a bit cluelessly before I noticed a small book inside the big box that I had overlooked before. I took it out and looked at it curiously.
Oh the front page I noticed the earth that had been drawn quite realistically. I turned the page; the next side showed a big flag of the USA, below was America's photo – he was showing the camera his peace-sign – a text and his autograph. I read the text out loud:
"With this recipe, you'll be able to make the best hamburgers of the world!" Above the autograph, "for my apprentice" was written with a sloppy handwriting. I grinned; well that was typically Alfred. Still smiling, I looked at the next page where I was greeted with a Union Jack, together with England's photo.
"Blue stops the time. White begins your journey. Red gets you back home. I hope that we'll see each other soon!" The neat letters next to the photo said, followed by Arthur's signature. Stunned, I let the book sink into my lap and stared at the remote control, finally realizing what it was for. Oh. My. God. That meant that I would be able to get to the Hetalia world whenever I wanted! I grinned happily and only the fact that my parents were sleeping in the room next to mine prevented me from shouting "THANK YOU, IGGY!" Still smiling, I turned the page and looked at China's flag and Yao's photo. He hadn't written anything but "for my good friend Elena" and his signature but I was still happy about Yao's message. On the next page I noticed Russia's flag and a photo of Ivan below.
"The scarf will keep you warm even in the coldest winter. And please try to get everyone to become one with Russia, da?" I read the text above the autograph and giggled again. Surely I would follow Russia's orders. The next page belonged to Hungary but before I could start reading the text, two photos fell out of the book. Interested, I picked them up and took a closer look at them. On the first photo was Canada and Prussia, latter holding Matthew's polar bear. On the other picture were America and England, kissing intensively. I grinned knowingly when I remembered the situations from those photos. I put them away though, intended to continue reading the book.
"Good luck with using this pan against Yaoi haters, soul mate." I chuckled softly and looked at the next page. There was Prussia's flag, together with a picture of Gilbert and a doodle of Gilbird but also no text; only "from the awesome Me" plus signature. Well, that's what I had expected from Prussia but I had to admit that the fact that Prussia had actually drawn something for me was quite the surprise.
On the next page I saw the black-red-golden tricolour of the German flag and Germany's passport photo that made me laugh again.
"My high score: 1.337.030. Try to beat me!" Was written in neat handwriting below the photo, together with his autograph. I marvelled at Germany's talent in games like these before going on to the next page. There was Spain's flag and a photo of Antonio who was tugging the curl of a blushing Lovino. Below the picture was only a signature of those two, without any text. On the next and last page was a big photo of all the other countries I had got to know on my 'journey' and their signatures.
I closed the book and felt somehow glad. I pressed the album, together with the remote control, against my chest and looked out of the window.
"I will come visit you again, England," I whispered softly and smiled at the rising sun.
TEH END.
Haha, fail!incantation fails. Sorry, Iggy, I'm a REALLY bad poet :'D Please write me a final review and motivate me to translate other stories I'm going to write. Also the people who added this story to the Alert list... it would be REALLY nice of you if you write a small note about my story, if you liked it or if it was just a heap of nonsense :'D
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