It's was already sunrise when I woke up. I fell asleep right next to Mr. America's bed room door last night; a while after we'd left wooden crate in the unknown room. I phased through the door, to see Mr. America fast asleep, lazily on the floor, with nothing on, except for his undergarments.
I was embarrassed by the sight. I assumed this guy is supposed to be an important figure, but he looked like big brother, after a night of drinking.
"Yep; he and big brother are definitely cut from the cloth" I thought, as in stared at the sight, in discussed.
Just then some loud, foreign music came of came out of nowhere, which caused me to jump in the air a little; I'd turn to were the noised was coming from.
The noise came from a magical black rectangular box that had a brown and white on top of it.
Just then Mr. America woken, gotten up and slowly walked towards the black box, although while looking like he is half asleep. He soon silenced, the box and fall on the floor again.
"Jeez; I wonder, what he would do if he had guests over or if this place got robbed?" I thought, as kept on staring at him.
It took a while, before Mr. America was a wake enough to get ready for the day. He walked out of the room and I followed.
We managed to walked through about five rooms before, we ended up in, what I assumed was the kitchen.
The kitchen was bit smaller than, what I was expecting. It seemed like, it could ten men at once. I was expecting his kitchen would twenty men, given the size of the house.
I was a bit surprised, when I saw the kitchen was bit smaller than, what I was expecting. It seemed like, it could ten men at once. I was expecting his kitchen would twenty men, given the size of the house. I guested, he didn't he enough space.
My attention sifted, when Mr. America took out two slices of bread and put them inside of weird-looking white box that was on the counter.
"Why did Mr. America put the bread in there?" I thought, as I kept on staring at the box in confusion.
Curious I'd walked towards the counter and floated towards the box. I then examine the box, but I still couldn't find out what it was. Eventually I gave up. I went back on the floor.
As my feet landed on the floor, I heard a loud ding behind, that made me jump in shock. I looked back and saw, that the two slices bread that Mr. America put in the box; were now sticking out, brunt to crisp.
At that moment I saw Mr. America grab the bread and started to eat it.
"Could burnt bread, really taste that good?" I question.
I took another looked at Mr. America again, happily eating the bread and thought "Guess so?"
Just then a different noise came out of nowhere. I turn my head at different angles, looking for the noise's origin.
As I kept on looking, I soon noticed Mr. America walking out of the kitchen. Curious to where he was going I followed. We went out of two room, before we ended up in front of the same door we came in from.
Mr. America open the door. I was surprised to see that nation that was at the meeting; then one that appear to be a ghost at first glance, name Canada was standing In front us.
"Could Mr. Canada be here for a business meeting?" I question myself, as I stared at Mr. Canada.
Mr. America then said "Hi'ya Canadia!" while grinning, Mr. Canada.
"Maybe not, Mr. America didn't get his name, though thinking about it. I only known about his name, because his white bear kept on asking him who is he" I thought.
Mr. Canada sighed. Then said "America, I told you. It's Canada, not Canadia"
Mr. America then apologized. "Oops! Sorry bout dat bro" as he guided Mr. Canada to the kitchen.
"Bro? Could that be short for brother?" I questioned myself again, as we head toward the kitchen. I was glade that Mr. Canada was here, At least I could understand what's he's saying.
Once there Mr. America turn to face Mr. Canada and asked "Hey bro, you're ready, for hanging with me and Italy today?"
My eyes widen. I thought to myself "Could it be, that I finally get to see Italia?" I was trying not get to hopes up, since I've been disappointed about two times already.
I was bought of my thoughts when Mr. America asked Mr. Canada another questioned "Yo, bro! Where's your bear?"
Come to think of it, where is that bear? I haven't seen it, when he came in.
"Oh, Kumaki. He's at home. He said, he want to stay home today, because it was too hot" Mr. Canada answered.
"Good thing, we would've had on hell of time, trying to get him into anywhere; without people panicking" Mr. America said.
"You're right" Mr. Canada.
"Are we going somewhere?" I thought.
At that moment, I heard the noise from before only, it seem to be going off at multiple times.
"Yo, it looks like Italy's here?" Mr. America spoken up. He and Mr. Canada then walked out of the kitchen. I quickly followed them.
Once we gotten back to the room and Mr. America open the door; I was shocked when I saw, the fake Italy in front waving and smiling at Mr. America and Mr. Canada.
I then sawn the fake Italy happily saying "Ciao, America! Grazie, for spending time with me!"
"No probs, dude. So are we ready to go?" Mr. America asked.
"Go? Go, where?" I questioned myself.
At that moment, the fake Italy said "Si" Which means yes, Mr. Canada said yes; this caused the fake Italy jump a bit.
The fake Italy trembled as he got closer to Mr. America, he then asked, stuttering in a panicky voice "A-A-Amerca, i-is that a g-g-ghost?"
Mr. America took questioning glance at Mr. Canada, then looked back at the fake Italy and said "No worries dude this is no ghost, it's just my bro Canada, remember" As he beamed and pointed at Mr. Canada.
Mr. Canada looked kind of insulted. I can't really blame him, though; I mean, if I was still alive and if someone mistook me for a ghost, I would properly feel insulted too.
I then saw the fake Italy calmed down and said in an apologetic tone "Awww! Mi dispiace, Canada! Please forgive me!"
Mr. Canada then said in a polite tone "It's Alright Italy, but pleased do try to remember me next time"
Just then the fake Italy perked up and said "Awww! Grazie! Grazie, Canada"
At that moment Mr. America spoke up "Yo, dudes! If you're done, let's get going"
The fake Italy and Mr. Canada both said "Okay" and everybody headed out the house. With nothing to do I followed them.
