Hey guys! I'm back with chapter three of my story. Once again, I really don't know where I'm going with this, so just bear with me. Time to start typing!
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Aria walked away and upstairs to the bathroom. She made sure that the door was locked, but she opened the window to let the steam out. 'I'd suffocate if I didn't, but I'm still paranoid anyway...' She thought. She knew that France had a habit of popping up anywhere at any time. As she slipped into the large tub, she realized how tired she was. Even though she had just slept, excitement made her tired, thus she was always tired. She slid further in until she was up to her chin in the hot water. Some of her hair lay on top of the water, and some sank to float in mid-water.
She had been in there for about an hour, and she finally decided to get out and dry off. She realized she didn't have any pajamas or other clothes and face-palmed. Then she jerked her head away, "Wait a second," she said to herself, "my gym clothes!" a smile lit up her face. Her school back pack was in the room she was in before, so she crept to the door to see if she could sneak across the hall. Then she heard something. Something bad.
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France was walking around the neighborhood where his house had been designated for the world meeting. He walked past a house, and he saw the familiar silhouette of Japan, then saw him through the window. He then spotted America, and England. He decided to make and unannounced appearance, and popped through the door. "Ohonhonhonhon" He laughed...creepily. He walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed England "l'Angeleterre"(I know I spelled that wrong, don't patronize at me) he said as England began to try to pull away.
"France! You bloody frog get off me!" England yelled. France let go and sniffed the air. "Why do I smell bath steam?" he asked. The master of observation in him had decided to make a rare appearance. America stood there, searching his head for a proper excuse. France had begun to climb the stairs to the bathroom.
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All Aria heard was the laugh. That horrid, horrid laugh. She knew she was in trouble, seeing as she was in nothing but a towel. She slid herself down in front of the door in hopes to barricade it. She didn't heard France walking up the stairs as she said, "I'm too young to be feeling like Germany." She jumped at the sound of France's laugh on the other side of the door.
"Ah, so it is a girl eh?" France said. Aria just remained quiet. "I can see your shadow under the door" France added. He started trying to turn the knob, but thankfully it was still locked. She willed herself to the ground more, then she listened as more feet came up the steps.
"Get away from there, bloody frog!" She heard someone with an English accent say. She sighed in relief as England had come to her rescue.
"Are you aware that there is a girl in your bath?" France asked.
"Hai. I do realize, so let us leave so she can come out and change." Japan said. France came (was pulled) downstairs with (by) England and America. Aria poked her head out to see England standing guard at the foot of the stairs so France couldn't get anywhere near her.
"Thank you!" She whispered down to England. He nodded and gestured for her to get across the hallway. She walked out and across the hall to safety. She looked to the futon to see clean underwear and pajamas for her to wear. She made a mental note to thank Japan later. She quickly changed, pulled her hair into a ponytail and looked in the mirror. The pajamas were simple sweat pants with a button up shirt with a rainbow across it. "Cool." she said. She unlocked the door and bounded down the stairs two steps at a time. She ran into the kitchen to see France, England, America, and Japan waiting for her at the bottom. She ran up to France and gave him her famous football kick and then turned to Japan. "Thank you for the clothes." Aria said as she bowed to him. He bowed back, blushing slightly, although Aria couldn't understand why. France had gone over to the chair and sat down, holding his shin.
"That hurt *****!" Aria cringed at the word and balled her fists up, ready for a fight. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned next to her to see Japan holding her back and America ready to do the same. She eased herself and walked over to where France was sitting and turned her head sideways.
"I'm sorry..." she mumbled, turning around, but looked back over her shoulder."But, call me that again and you're going to earn yourself a face-full of fist." She glared. France sank back into his chair. If looks could kill, he'd be dead by now. She walked over to the chair farthest away from France and sat down. He was still looking at her.
"Eh, who is this?" France inquired, pointing to Aria.
"That's Aria. Aria...what was your last name again?" America asked.
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't trust him with my last name." She grunted.
"You told us your last name." England pointed out.
"Yeah, I don't believe you guys will stalk me and try to rape me in the middle of the night." She explained to them. England laughed, America almost exploded, Japan smiled, and France just frowned.
"Why on earth would I do such a thing?" France asked. Aria snorted.
"Because you're France." Whoops. Aria regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. France stared at her in surprise.
"H-how does she know my name?" France asked.
"I- uh- I think I'm tired. Imma go to bed." Aria said as she got up. She walked over to England and tugged at his sleeve. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and followed her upstairs.
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"I don't care what you do; just keep France away from me." Aria told him as she climbed into the futon.
"I promise." England said as he got up. She grabbed him by his pants leg.
"Stay with me 'til I fall asleep?" Aria asked. England blushed a little and nodded. He couldn't deny those green eyes, they looked like his. Aria shifted into a more comfortable position and closed her eyes.
"What is our little friend doing up there?" France said, leaning around to look through the door. He smiled as he watched her and England walk up to her room and close the door behind them.
"Probably wanted to talk or something." America said, pulling a hamburger out of Lord knows where...again.
Japan looked to France. "Why are you here France-san?"
"Eh, just wandering around the neighborhood." France said. They didn't believe him. "What? I really was!" France held his hands up.
"Whatever. Dinner?" America asked, looking to Japan. Japan nodded and began cooking.
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"So, what did you do with your little friend, eh?" France asked when England came downstairs.
England shot him a look and said, "She just wanted me to sit by her until she fell asleep and made me promise to keep you away from her."
"Aw, you're no fun. Nothing else?" France asked. England blushed a crimson red.
"I-I would never do such a thing!" England blurted out and turned to sip at his tea (Where did that come from?).
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Aria sat bolt upright at the smell of food. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and her stomach growled. She looked around and saw that England was gone. She was a little sad, but got up when her stomach growled again. She plodded downstairs rather loudly with her stuffed Kumajiro that she had found in her bag. She yawned at the doorway and sat herself down and looked to America. "What's Japan cooking?" she asked sleepily.
"Some dish called nikujaga." America said. Aria smiled. She hadn't had nikujaga in a long time, and she'd only had it once before. She looked around and saw that France was gone.
"Where's France?" she asked. After a little thinking, America responded.
"He went home after about 45 minutes. Something about England being no fun." America shrugged. Aria nodded.
"And England?" she wondered.
"Watching TV"
"Imma go join him." Aria said as she got up. America simply shrugged and went back to eating his hamburgers. 'Gross' Aria thought. She walked into the living room and plopped herself next to England, somewhat startling him. "Watcha watchin?" she leaned back into the couch. England sighed.
"It's 'What are you watching' and it's the history channel." Aria widened her eyes.
"I love the history channel!" she exclaimed. She leaned forward. "Ugh I can't read without my glasses..." Aria complained. England looked at her quizzicaly.
"You have glasses?" England questioned. Aria sighed.
"Yeah, but I don't like them, so I only wear them when I'm reading." Aria muttered, getting up. "But, this is my favorite one, so I'm going to go get them." Aria said as she shot up the stairs.
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She came back a minute later with a glasses case and sat herself down. "You have to promise not to laugh, okay?" England nodded as she turned away from him.
'Strange girl. What did she do to her hair?' England thought as he absentmindedly reached down and picked up a clump of her white hair. She squealed and turned her head away, revealing wire frame glasses. She slapped him upside the head.
"If you wanted to touch my hair, you could've asked! Stupid!" Aria yelled at him and turned to watch the show about the Revolutionary War.
"Sorry. I wan't thinking. Do you not like people to touch your hair?" England turned away, slightly red again.
"No, it's just... nevermind."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"I really want to know." England demanded. Aria eyes welled up in tears and she quickly wiped them away. England stopped.
"I-I'm sorry..." England apologized and turned back to the television. Soon he felt her bury her face in his arm. He didn't do anything, just waited. She pulled back.
"Uh-oh. I got tears all over your shirt." she blushed.
"No, it's fine. To be honest," he said leaning closer, "America used to do the same thing when he had nightmares while I was watching him." Aria snorted, then burst out laughing. America leaned in.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"N-nothing...BWAHAHAHA!" Aria laughed again. America just shrugged and leaned back in as Japan came out with the food. "I promise to tell you about the hair thing later, mmk?" Aria said. England nodded, just happy that she had stopped crying. She stopped about a foot from the door, turned around and punched him.
"Ow! What the bloody **** was that for?" England rubbed his arm.
"For making me break my non-crying streak! I blame you. I had been going for 3 years!" Aria fumed. She pretend pouted as she continued to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Japan sat down on the opposite of her, with England and America on either side of her. They immediately began eating while Aria bowed her head and prayed before eating. They all stared at her for her unusual behavior. "What? I'm a Christian. It's a force of habit." she shrugged as she began scarfing down the dish.
After she was finished, she bowed her head and clapped her hands together. "Thank you for the food!" Aria said. Japan smiled at her manners. "May I be excused?" she asked politely as she looked at her watch. It was 8:30. She really wanted to finish the book she was working on, along with 2 others that were also in her bag. Japan nodded and she rushed upstairs to read.
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"Interesting girl." England said.
"She said her favorite subject was history, hated governments, and loved math..." America grunted, not liking school in the least.
"Yes, but what should we do with her? We cannot just leave her out in the cold, and she seems reluctant to give us her address." Japan added.
"The world meeting is in a few days, we could take her and get the others input." England suggested. They nodded in agreement and resumed eating.
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Upstairs Aria had finished her book and slammed it closed happily. She brushed her teeth, using a spare toothbrush labeled 'For Aria', and climbed back into bed to sleep.