See, you might think I was pretty mellow about being forced to babysit countries, and that is how it appears, but I'm actually freaking out.
I have Prussia living in my house.
EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING TO BE SO JEALOUS WHEN THEY FIND OUT.
Everyone else being the Hetalia cosplay group in my area.
Seriously, I'm a true fangirl, and I've been spazzing every second since Prussia's woken up. It's been about half an hour, and he's already drained the kitchen of beer. We've sent Conner out to get more seeing as he's the only one with a fake I.D.
See, Paige, Sarah, and I have been planning on getting one, but we're really very busy people. This kid at school can do it for us, but we don't really talk to him, one day he's just going to snap and kill everyone. When he does, I feel like if he doesn't really know who I am, he'll be less likely to strike me down with his chainsaw or something.
I stole Sarah's laptop again, scanning the email trying to figure out what exactly being a beta entailed for something like this. It said I was getting paid, but how much? And how many Units would I be getting? Because I only get a certain amount of money a month for food and junk, and I don't have enough to waste on other people.
Prussia leaned over the back of the couch, watching me read with the last can of beer in his hand, he was obviously bored, because Gilbird had become more interested in Paige's canary than him, and he had no one to fool around with at the moment. We were all pretty crazy and stuff, but we all knew when to calm down and be serious.
"Hey," Prussia said, poking me in the back of my head. "You German?"
"Yeah, mostly. I'm also French and Scotch-Irish." I said without pulling my eyes from the small print on the screen.
"What's up with everyone being so mixed now and days?" He sunk to his knees and rested his chin on the back of the couch, "You are all so unawesome."
"Excuse me for being mixed. Want to talk to my German friend? She can speak the language." I pulled out my phone and dialed Kelly's number, wordlessly handing it over to the excited Prussian that was motioning for the cell before I even finished dialing.
"Hallo? Is this the awesome ex-citizen of mein bruders? – Wiecool!Alle dieseAmerikanernicht einmal wissen,wie manDeutsch sprechen, schließlich habe ich, ihnen zu helfen, auchtat! – Eh?Ich binPreußennatürlich!WelcheVerliererhaben Sie gedacht,ich war?" Prussia turned to me and pulled the phone slightly away from his ear.
"Your friend is totally awesome kleines Mädchen." He said to me, and then walked out of the room, chatting in German rapidly.
I waved him off and closed my email, not gaining any information I hadn't had before. I pulled up a fanfiction I was reading and began from where I left off.
After awhile, I heard the front door open with a squeak then shut quickly.
"BEER!"
The shout came from a Prussian who had finished his last awhile ago. Naturally. Who else do you think would freak out like that?
A crash came from the direction of the foyer, and I assumed it was the vase.
I set the laptop on the couch next to me and made my way into the foyer, barely even noticing the shattered glass.
Prussia stared at the ground, "What an ugly vase."
I nodded, "I agree, clean it up."
He started whining, but complied and set off to find the dustpan. I think. That or to put the 12-pack he had in the fridge.
Conner's eyes appeared troubled from what I could see, and that wasn't much seeing as he liked his hair hanging in his eyes like he was Justin Beiber or something.
"What?" I asked him, stepping carefully over the glass. I've had glass in my foot before, and that shit hurts. Whenever I get cut, it's usually because of glass. Everytime I break something glass, I can't resist slipping into this haze where I can't really control what I'm doing. It's commonly called, "A blonde moment." I seem to get them constantly. When I'm in this haze, I like to run my finger over broken glass, because it feels cool, until I cut my finger. Then I get all pissed and I'm just like, "Why the hell did I do that?"
"There's a crate outside, Cin." He said, opening the door and pointing it out.
I tapped my chin, like this was an everyday occurrence. "So there is. This is strange, We only got Prussia awhile ago. Oh well, help me get this box in."
Paige appeared at the top of the stairwell, "I HOPE IT'S ITALY!"
I screamed back, "NO! IT'S GOING TO BE AMERICA, DON'T JINX IT."
Conner and I maneuvered the crate inside, putting it beside Prussia's, which we still haven't thrown out.
Conner glanced at the manual, "It's England."
"Good enough. Just as good actually." I said with a smirk, and Paige groaned and sat down on the step she had been seizing on a second ago. Sarah appeared behind her and patted her back comfortingly.
I took the manual from Conner, flipping through the pages, finding out how to open the box.
I glanced over the directions for waking him up.
"These are boring," I declared, and threw the manual over my shoulder, not surprised when someone shouted in pain.
I turned around to see Prussia glaring at me and rubbing his head, with the manual on the floor at his feet. I smiled at him and turned back to Conner.
"Let's wake him up a different way!" I said, and then sat down on the piano stool to think.
Sarah peered at me through the railings, "Uh, I don't think that's a good idea."
I ignored her and snapped my fingers, "Let's have a sword fight."
I got strange looks all around, but Prussia fist-pumped, "Hell yeah! I'll go get my swords."
Paige walked down the stairs, "What swords? He didn't come with any." I shrugged and she leaned on the railing, watching the crate with uncertainty. "How is having a sword fight going to get him up?"
"He was a pirate, duh." I said, and smacked my forehead. "He should remember what a sword fight sounds like and get interested."
Prussia appeared from the hallway with two rapiers in his hands. He tossed one to me and I caught it, thankful that Sarah and I had wasted our time and money to take fencing lessons.
"Rules of the sea, anything goes. First one dead loses. Go!" Prussia shouted, and lunged, I parried with him, barely having time to adjust my footing.
"Wait, wait, wait! Those can kill!" shouted Conner, trying to step between us, but Sarah held him back, claiming she was ref.
I flicked my wrist and side-stepped, getting out of the danger-zone for a second, before Prussia had descended on me with another thrust. I counter attacked and took a step back, and while he was gathering himself again I lunged forward, aiming to hit him in the shoulder.
What? I liked sword fighting. And Prussia would be fine. If he wasn't I'd finally have something to tell customer service about how their units were too breakable.
With a quick cross-over, he managed to avoid being hit, and I had to quickly raise my rapier up so his didn't come in contact with my skull.
We continued our deadly dance for awhile, both enjoying it more than we should of, until I heard the lid of the crate get kicked open, and land with a thud on the marble tile.
Conner and Sarah tackled Prussia, who was about to land the finishing blow on me, taking advantage of my distraction. A familiar face stuck out of the box, and soon he settled himself into a sitting position, glaring at everything around him.
I dropped my rapier and let out a fangirl worthy scream. I could usually contain myself, but not this time.
Paige snaked her arm around my waist and hoisted me into the air, trying not to be injured by my nails, "No! Cin, calm down!"
"OH MY GOD IT'S PIRATE!ENGLAND! WHAT DO I DO!" I struggled to get out of Paige's grip, just wanting to be able to touch the feather sticking out of England's captain's hat.
Sarah looked up from the ground, "Send him back."
Conner nodded and Paige tightened her grip around me.
I stopped flailing and turned in Paige's arms, "Can we keep him? PLEASE?"
She dropped me and shook her head. I gave my best puppy dog face, and Conner attempted to reason with me.
"Madison, you know how Pirate!England is, you've read enough fanfiction, he'll kill us all, most likely."
"Shut the bloody hell up, wench." England pulled himself out of his crate, and looked back in, no doubt searching for the missing rum. He did a double take and looked back at Conner, "Oh, my apologies lad, you're haircut is very deceiving, I thought you were a lady." He said with a sneer, and his gaze set itself on Prussia.
"– the hell are you doing here?" he asked him, and Prussia shrugged.
"No idea."
"Prepare to die."
Prussia had a hard time getting his sword raised fast enough to save his life. England jabbed at him with his eyes full of excitement, and Prussia's expression matched his perfectly.
We all settled ourselves onto the ground comfortably while we watched them fight it out, and Conner voluntarily went and popped us some popcorn.
The fight had been going on for quite a long time by the time the door slammed open, and who else would be in the doorway except Spain?
The cute Spaniard walked in front of our line of sight, but from what I could tell the look on England's face when he was him was priceless. In Spain's hand, there was a sword, stained with a familiar looking liquid.
Following after him, none other than AMERICA stepped into my house. He gave a quick waved to us open-mouthed idiots on the ground, and was surprised to find his hair being ruffled by England when he faced forward again.
"America? You've gotten big, lad. Finally eating your wheaties?" England chuckled, "Forgive me, but I must take care of some business."
He then attacked Spain, who unlike Prussia, was 100% prepared.
America slid down the wall and sat next to me, I asked him, "Where'd you guys come from?"
He laughed, "Across town, dudette. You know this place has three different McDonalds?"
Conner nodded and scrunched his face up in disgust, "Yeah, it's so gross."
I gasped at him, "Conner! How can you say that while we're in the presence of America?"
"Dude, how can you even say that at all? McDonalds's is awesome." America said, his expression of horror no doubt an exact replica of mine.
I shrugged, "He's weird. Weirder than the rest of us."
"Why is Spain trying to kill England?" Sarah asked, leaning forward trying to get a good look at America.
"Uh… I dunno. One second he was all 'Mi tomate~ Where are you~?' when we were downtown, and some gangster wannabes made fun of him. I don't remember what came after that, but then Spain said he detected an evil aura that needed to be cleansed, so here we are!" he said with a smile on his face. "Come on Iggy! You can win this! – So why's England in a pirate costume?"
"Shipping mix-up. I'm sure it happens all the time. Isn't he hot?" I asked, resting my chin on my knees watching England closely as he took on both Prussia and Spain.
America hesitated for a second, "Um, sure. Why not."
The fight had an unexpected end; I have to say I was pretty surprised when England and Spain ran out the door, still trying to kill each other. Prussia was knocked out on the ground, therefore he couldn't follow, but if he were conscious he probably would.
America watched them disappear with wide eyes, "Well, I should probably go stop Spain from killing everyone, I'll try and see if I can send Iggy back your way, bye dudes!" He then exited and the house was filled with a silence that hadn't been there since Prussia arrived this morning.
"You should probably call customer service before he kills anyone." Paige pointed out.
I sighed, "Fine, fine. I really wanted Pirate!England though…" I pouted and picked up my cell phone that was on the ground, and quickly checked the screen for cracks from when Prussia dropped it when Conner first came home. Upon discovering there were none, I quickly dialed the number on the email I received, half hoping I'd get another Pirate!England when they got this all sorted out.
Normally I won't update a story after having updated the day before. but I felt like it, so I did.
It usually doesn't take me all day to write a chapter, but when spring break starts next week you guys should expect a lot of updates, for all of my stories.
Reviews motivate me to write, and make me write faster and more, so review :D
Kelly's a real person, and she speaks German, and it's amazing.
I want a Pirate!Iggy...
BTW America's my favorite character. In case you were wondering.