Elite: Hey, I'm back!
Jordon: Oh, it's you.
Elite: You don't sound happy. awwww . . .
Jordon: I should be. You haven't updated my story for at least a month.
Elite: Well, I'm sorry. I got grounded from the computer and . . . . . . . . . . . yeah . . . . .
Jordon: Right. Anyways, Elite does not own Hetalia or else she would have Korea in the anime.
Elite: He deserves to be in the anime.
Jordon: On with the chapter.
Meeting Pops Again
The fact of its being so rare a flower ought to have made it easier to trace the source of this particular specimen, but in practice it was an impossible task. There was no registry to . . .
"Reading again, lad?" I looked up from my book to look at Arthur who has his hands on his hips. Doesn't he look irritated? "You really need to interact with the student body more."
"Well a lot of people are in class so what am I going to do?" I said as I gazed back at my Girl with the Dragon Tattoo book. I finally found the English version to this story. But I was pissed to find out that it was right next to the Swedish version this whole time. But then the book disappeared from my hands. I looked up to see Arthur holding the book in his hands. "Hey."
"Every Sunday is a free day for the student body." Arthur cleared his throat. "And since today is Sunday, it would do you some good at actually interact with more people."
"Can I have my book back?" I asked as I held out my hand.
"Did you just hear me?" Arthur frowned. "You need some fresh air. You've been in here for three days."
"So?" I asked. "Can I please have my book back? I just started."
"Go outside." Arthur said sternly. "It's not going to do you any good if you're in this library all day."
I sighed as I stood up from the table I was sitting at. "Fine, have it your way. But I would like to finish reading that book later."
Arthur nodded his head before handing me the book again. I went up to the check out counter and handed the book to the lazy guy with the messy brown hair, green eyes and really tan skin. He represents Greece apparently. That would explain why he always has a cat with him. I've read somewhere that you can find a cat one every street in Greece. I don't know if that is exactly true or not but still . . .
"Here." I looked at Greece as he held out the book. I grabbed the book and thanked him. He nodded his head before resting his head on his arms again. I frowned. Did I mention that he sleeps a lot?
After he checked out my book I walked out of the library.
As soon as I rounded to the corner, my eyes widen a little bit when I saw that the quad has a good amount of people. Majority of the people was at one side of the quad though. It would seem as though there was a crowd forming. Why do I have the feeling that something is going to happen? I shrugged my shoulders and ignored it for now. I walked to a quad bench and sat down.
I started reading again.
Until . . .
"Yo, it's not as awesome as me Jordon!" I gasped as an arm suddenly wrapped around my shoulders. I looked up at the stupid albino and frowned. "What?"
"My neck." I pointed to my neck. He gasped as he probably saw the bandages wrapped around it. I closed the book after book marking it. Then I turned to Gilbert. "I thought you would be with Mattie."
"Birdie is dragged by his unawesome idiot brother until later." Gilbert sat down next to me. "So you should be glad that the awesome me is here."
"Sure." I glanced to the crowd that is still forming at the end of the quad. I pointed to it. "Hey do you know what's going on there?"
"Not really but I don't feel like getting up to find out." Gilbert yawned. Then he looked at me. "So what have you been up to?"
"Spending my time at the library." I said in a non-interested tone. But apparently that interested Gilbert.
"Seriously?" Gilbert laughed. "You're a bookworm? I thought Americans were pretty much stupid."
"Please don't stereotype me with Alfred." I frowned. My eyes glanced at the crowd that seems to be growing. That's kind of bothering me a little. What is so interesting that people have to crowd like that? But, just like Gilbert, I'm too lazy to find out. A hand appeared in front of my face. I looked at Gilbert. "Huh? What?"
"You seriously blanked out when you're talking to the awesome me?" Gilbert frowned. "That is unawesome."
"Well why are you here anyways?" I tilted my head a bit. "I thought you would be hanging out with Mattie around this time."
"Oh yeah." Gilbert reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper. I took it from him and looked at it. It was a picture of an ice cream shop. Well, old looking ice creams shop, if you can imagine that. "Birdie said to give that to you. He wanted to talk to you about something. But why he won't tell the awesome me, I have no idea."
"Okay." I sighed. I stood up from the bench and stretched my arms. But then a pang of pain rings through my neck. I cringed and rubbed the pain spot. "I have to remember that I'm not always in the best of condition."
"Hey you okay?" I turned to Gilbert. He was leaning on his knees on the bench. "You sounded like a girl for a moment."
"Oh." I gulped down some saliva. Shit, I'm lowering my guard. Okay, remember, you're a guy in this school because . . . . I have to ask Al why the hell I have to pose as a guy here. I cleared my throat to the voice that scratches my throat. "Yeah, well that happens. Well see ya."
I immediately started walking without hearing what Gilbert was saying.
"Hey Mattie." The purple eyed Canadian looked up from the newspaper. He smiled as he waved his hand. I quickened my pace to him, still in his red and white hoodie. He smiled. "So Mattie, what's up? Where's Kumajiro?"
"I wanted to show you this place." Mattie motioned his hand so I can follow. I walked by his side. "And Kumajiro is at the dorm; sleeping. Well, anyways, there is an old man that works at the local ice cream shop. Gilbert and I always go there since he makes great ice cream. When Alfred came along and started to talk about why you're at our school, this old man says he knows you."
"Really?" I asked in surprise. Mattie nodded his head.
I put my finger to my chin. So there is an old man that makes ice cream. Strangely enough, that sounds oddly familiar. It rings several bells in my head and yet I can't put my finger on it.
"Well, we're here." I looked up and saw the old style ice cream shop from the picture. Mattie motioned me to follow him through the door. I looked up and down at the shop. This looks familiar too but I still can't put my finger on it.
I walked inside and my eyes quickly darted themselves to the man standing behind the ice cream counter. My eyes widen in surprise.
The old man looked over at me with his incredible golden brown eyes. He gave his famous crooked smiled as he waved his weakened arm at me. That familiar air about him and the obvious smile made me realize why he sounds so familiar.
"Pops?" I gasped.
"Glad to see that you haven't forgotten about this old fucker." Pops smiled as he brushed aside his gray and black hair. "How has it been Jora?"
"You've gotten old." I frowned. My shoulders dropped in complete fake disappointment.
"IT'S BEEN SEVEN YEARS SINCE YOU'VE SEEN ME AND THAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU SAY FROM YOU FUCKING MOUTH?" Pops shouted. I started laughing. Alfred started to . . .
"Holy shit!" I squeaked. My eyes blinked at Alfred who giving his infamous hero laugh. How the hell . . . . I mean . . . when the hell did he appear? Pops started laughing. I growled at his face. "Shut up you old geyser. Just because I haven't seen you seven years doesn't mean you could yell at me."
"You two are great friends, aren't you?" I turned my gaze to Mattie who had the look of awkwardness. I calmed myself down and nodded my head. "How do you two know each other?"
"Yeah, it seems a bit weird that you two know each other." Alfred said as he took a seat on the chair next to him.
"He used to live at a town where I was born." I shrugged my shoulders. "Even there was known for his ice cream. He knew my mom so I know him." I looked at the old man. "Speaking of which, do you still have the orange and mango sherbet?"
"Yeah, yea, I hear ya." He took out a cone and an old scooper.
I looked at Mattie and Alfred. They were enjoying their ice creams. Alfred was probably having the chocolate favorite and Mattie looks like he's having the ice sherbet. Those two are good but I have my favorite.
"Here girly." I took the cone that appeared at the corner of my eye. I licked the top and smiled. It's been a while since I've had this ice cream. "Why the hell do you have bandages all over your neck?"
"I got hurt." I said as I took a small nibble from the top of the ice cream cone. I got the orange flavor this time. "I was choked at Gakuen Hetalia by this guy named Ivan. Before that, I was shot on my shoulder and cut all over my arm."
"A lot seems to be happening since Jordon unofficially joined the school." Mattie said sadly. I could hear the worry seeping through the voice. "Now I've been hearing that . . ."
"HOLD ON, ONE FREAKIN' SECOND!" I jumped as I quickly whip my head to Pops who looked scared. I stepped back for a bit. "You got shot, cut, and choked? Is there a reason why you haven't contacted the police?"
"Hey Pops, have you forgotten about the policy of the World Academy W?" Alfred asked.
"Oh yeah." Pops rubbed the back of his head.
Oh yeah, that's why Alfred haven't contacted the police. That policy says that anything that happens at the five mile radius of the school, the authority has no right to intervene since it's protected by the United Nations. Although I do not completely understand the policy myself. Why the U.N. wants to get involved with an international school is beyond me. Maybe the students and teachers there have really good connections or something. I don't know.
"Hey Jora." I looked at Pops. He sighed and dropped his head. Then he looked up at me and smiled. "You're thinking again?"
"She's been doing that every time she gets really quiet." My head looks at Alfred and his empty cup of ice cream. "Is she broken or something?"
Thanks. . . .
"Nah, that's how she is." I nibbled on my almost melted ice cream. "When she thinks about something that bothers her, she deludes herself from the world and goes into her own world. So weird, this one."
"Thanks for the compliment you old fucker." I countered. I finished off my ice cream cone. My head gazed down to the array of ice cream through the glass. "Hey Pops, I'll have the blueberry tart with rice mochis and overlay that with cotton candy sprinkles."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Pops took out a cup this time.
"You sound so bossy." Alfred snickered. I glared at his direction. He raised his hands in defense. "WhoOoOoOO scary."
"Shut up." I growled. Mattie started laughing. I looked at him. "What's so funny?"
Mattie pointed to something behind me. I turned around to see Pops, holding a big giant sign. My eyes directed themselves to the sign. I slowly looked at Pops who had the look of "oh shit, I'm dead" look. The edges of my mouth tilted upwards.
"My fifth grade picture huh?" I narrowed my eyes. I grabbed the sign and smiled. "Since when did you have this?" I tugged on the sign but it didn't loosen from Pops grip. "Gimme."
"MINE!" Pops quickly grasped the sign.
I jumped onto the counter. "YOU DAMN FUCKER SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET MY FIFTH GRADE PICTURE?"
Alfred and Mattie laughed in the background.
-Later-
"They could just go to hell." I grumbled to myself. I am currently in the park after that whole anger episode. I'm just sitting on the park bench, just watching the people go by. Just enjoying their day and stuff.
If only my life could be that easy. But no, I have to have a psychotic bitch on my tail and I have to hide out at the most infamous school in town where I already have a big enemy. I sighed as I took another bite out of my ice cream. My life is never going to be that simple is it?
"Jordon?" I don't even have to look to see that it's Lilli. But I looked up anyways.
"Hey Lilli." My eyes suddenly drew to the casual wear. It was very simple but that seems to work for her. I mean all she's wearing is a magenta short sleeve shirt with a simple black skirt. I'm surprised that her brother lets her where that stuff. "Nice outfit."
"Thank you." Lilli smiled. Then she took the seat next to me.
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"Umm Jordon?" I looked at Lilli who was looking really nervous. I swallowed my ice cream and turned my body towards her. Once she sees that she has my attention, she got more nervous. "Are you busy next week?"
"No, why?"
"Do you want to go to the movies?" She asked in the shy way.
"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders. I looked at the ice cream cone in my hand. "Do you think we should get something to eat before we go to the movies? I mean the popcorn . . ."
"You will?" I jumped at Lilli's sudden outburst. Her eyes were really wide. I nodded my head. She smiled and let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were busy next week."
"Well I can't really go anywhere." I frowned. "Especially with that bitch chasing after me and stuff. Flare's more difficult to understand then a piece of celery."
"Huh?" Lilli asked. "Who's Flare?"
"Oh, well, don't worry about it." I laughed nervously. I got up and turned to face her completely. "I'll see you next week. I'll meet you at the bottom of the stairs around . . ."
"Five o'clock?"
"Yeah, see ya then." I smiled as I ran off to the school.
Damn it, I almost exposed myself again. This whole posing as guy deal is not going to hold for long.
Jordon: So I'm going on a date with Lilli.
Elite: It's two friends having a get together. And besides, the next chapter is going to be fun.
Jordon: In what way?
Elite: Well . . . . .
*The next part has ben bleeped out by an unknown source that pervents spoilers.*
Jordon: You have got to be kidding me.
Elite: Nope.
Jordon: Damn you to hell.
Elite: Teehee. Anyways, please comment/review my story and read my other one called Why Me? It's a great motivater and I'll be really happy if you do. Thankies!
Jordon: Why can't I be in that one?
Elite: Because you're in this one. I can't wait to start writing.
Jordon: Ugh.