"Hey, can you drop me off at my house, please?" Sahara asked.

"Ja. I can." Germany replied, ignoring Italy, who was tugging at his sleeve.

"Hey, Germany, can I drive? Huh? Can I? I wanna drive this time! Please, Germany? Can I drive? Can-" Italy broke off as Germany turned to him.

"NIEN! NIEN, ITALIA!" He snapped, and Italy shrank away, sitting meekly in his seat.

"I don't have a death wish so I agree with Germany and this will be the only time I agree with him." Katie said with a look of terror on her face.

I giggled. "Italy, maybe you should stop pestering Germany about it." I suggested.

Katie leaned towards me. "Hey I think something is wrong with me. For some odd reason I have to force myself to respond to Katie. It's like it's not my name. Do you think something might be wrong with me?" she whispered into my ear.

"Well, what do you want to respond to?" I asked her.

"Antiterra or just Anti. I really don't know why. It's freaky right?" she whispered back to me with a lost look on her face.

"Well, Anti is your nickname anyway so we will just use that." I suggested as a solution. She leaned back looking pleased and less lost.

"Antiterra. I like that." France murmured in her ear. Katie had on her Pinkie Pie face which was a deep red and half covered by her hands.

I giggled at her. She was showing him the side of herself that was usually hidden and guarded by thorns. I was happy for her. Thinking of couples prompted me to glance back at Bekah and Prussia, who were once again kissing passionately. I rolled my eyes, then sighed. At this point, we had gotten to Sahara's house and, as she was leaving, I subconsciously called out, "See ya, Florence!"

"Bye-bye Mommy!" Katie screamed after her.

"Bye." she replied, closing the door behind her, and I noticed Germany looking at me strangely for a moment, then turning back to the road.

"All right. Let's go to ze library now." He said coolly, beginning to drive downtown.

"Mommy, huh? That's cute." France murmured, pulling Katie just a little closer to his body and kissing the top of her head.

"Stupid frog. Always flirting." Britain muttered irritably.

I smiled up at him. "All the time. He'll never stop. It's part of his nature, you know."

"I know. But it's bloody annoying." He replied, smiling back. "I don't know you very well yet, but I think we'll get along great. You're a nice girl." He then realized what he said and blushed. "That's not...I didn't mean...I...shit!" he stuttered, utterly crimson.

"It's all right, Iggy. I understand completely. I like all of you guys, and I don't know you either." I reassured him. "You don't have to get so flustered."

"Sorry. I just feel so awkward, and I don't want to make you feel awkward and get the wrong impression of me and-" He broke off as I interrupted him.

"Why won't the light just shut up? Somebody kill me. I swear I'll never drink again!" I said in my best British accent, which sucked, but hey, I try, then switched to my America voice. "Man! Dude can party!" I looked back at Katie, who had enthusiastically joined in, getting the voice just perfect.

"What the hell, man?!" America asked, sounding rather freaked out. "How do you know about that?!"

"Hetalia is an anime, remember?" I reminded him, giggling.

"Oh, yeah." America then turned to Japan and elbowed him. "Dude, what's with that? Are you a stalker now?"

Japan stared straight ahead and said, "This is where I sense the mood and refrain from speaking."

"Dude, you're weird." America said, not fazed in the slightest. "But seriously, next time I go over to your place, you'd better show me this anime of yours."

"I have a better idea." I interjected. "We could invite ALL the countries to a weekend-long Hetalia marathon."

I glanced back and saw America's eyes light up. "Dude! I like your thinking."

"And we can watch a couple of movies and play games; yes, that includes video games, it will be just one huge party! Anyways, I have always wanted to challenge America and Japan to a round of one in the chamber on COD Black-ops or infection on Halo Reach!" Katie suggested as her gamer and competitive instincts kicked in.

"Well, in that case, it would have to be at your house or Sahara's. Mama wouldn't like me watching or playing violent video games. And the Hetalia marathon wouldn't be allowed at your house, so we'd have to have it at Sahara's place." I replied, mulling this over in my head.

"Can we have pasta?" Italy piped up, sitting in his seat backwards to talk to us better.

"Italy! Face forward! Dummkompf!" Germany snapped, still not taking his eyes off the road.

"Sorry!" Italy yelped, turning back around.

I laughed, and was still giggling when we pulled up into the library parking lot.