Oh holy shit.
Holy, holy shit.
I AM SO SCREWED. But it's London! Shopping! British Programming! Tea! BUT I'M STILL SCREWED.
My brain was borderline nuts at this point. I was excited cause I was going to London for the first time in years, and that I was going to a neat private school with a new international program that hired the countries themselves, and that I was going to see lots of people I miss, but that still didn't factor out that one eensie problem. Sabrina. She knew something was up, and sent the weird guy to steal whatever Yong Soo was boasting about. I drained my thirtieth cup of tea, and took a deep breath as I stepped off the plane. Customs was a breeze, and I stepped out to a all to familiar gray drizzle. And a familiar man.
He leaned lazily against a silver smartcar, his lazy olive-teal eyes focused on me. On top of his curly (now frizzing) auburn brown head rest a gray cat. It mewed happily. I ran to hug him. "HERACLEEEEEEEEEEES! YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE THE DAY I JUST WENT THROUGH I-" I talked a mile a minute squeezing him hard. Heracles let out a chuckle,
"It is good to see you. Your father has missed you." I nodded happily, but as soon as I slid into the passenger seat of the tiny car, that plummeting nervousness and terror came back. After a few minutes of silence, it began to pour, and the greek glanced at me,
"Miku, are you ok? You always talk when I pick you up." I sighed. There was no way you could avoid a emotional conversation initiated by Heracles.
"I'm nervous about seeing some people, and scared about meeting Arthur again."
"Why?"
"His 'girlfriend' is that crazy skank who selfishly broke my innocence when I was seven." There was a frown on his face.
"Yes, I remember that very well. Your father was worried sick about you. Arthur too."
"what?" I was shocked. Somewhere in the back of my mind there had been a seed of doubt, that the reason he never called back was because I wouldn't care. I had always told myself that this wasn't the case, but no evidence of worry or attempt to communicate ever surfaced, thus leaving me to believe that my worry was real. I leaned my head back and sighed bitterly.
"I want things to be fixed. Even if I won't see him, I just want him to know that I don't hate him."
"Maybe you'll get that here." Heracles smiled wistfully as he pulled into a parking space on the side of the road. He pulled out an umbrella, and we walked towards the wrought iron fence on the sidewalk.
We stepped into a cool garden filled with plants. I passed many flowers my mentors had taught me about, ones that were deadly, ones that made medicine, ones that smelled good. I stopped next to one, a rose. It was deep scarlet and its thorns were wrestling with the soft white lily next to it. How fitting. I thought humorously.
I realized I was extremely nervous and was shaking when Heracles put a hand on my shoulder. His Greek accent was quite comforting,
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I stubbornly nodded and took a deep breath, before turning the corner of a large planter. Up ahead, fancy French doors were wide open, and were made all the more inviting by the wooden porch and steps.
On the edges of these steps were all sorts of potted plants, and along with those plants was a small boy, no older than 12, with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and slightly thick eyebrows. He wore a sailor uniform that matched his eyes, and had been playing with a little bichon before he noticed them walking in. I recognized him as playmate I had when I came, so I called out,
"Peter?" His eyes went large, as big as saucers.
"Peter, it's me-?" He abruptly stood and dashed through the french doors.
"Well...uh." I was a little weirded out but I was quickly distracted by the fancy architecture. It was Austrian definitely, with it's ornate-ness and big windows. I was jolted out of my thought by a woman's voice.
"YOU BETTER HAVE GOOD EXPLANAITION FOR THIS, PETER OR I'LL-!" She was obviously surprised by my presence, as her eyes grew as big as her grin.
"MIKUUUU! YOU'RE HERE!" "Elizaveta-nee!" I called back, and dashed to meet her. We shared a big hug, and she began to fuss at me.
"Now look at that, you're all grown up! And so pretty too! I can't be your big sister anymore." She cooed. I just hugged her. Elizaveta, better known as Hungary, was a kind of a Nanny, only better. She taught me all sorts of things, like dancing, how to fix clothing. I then felt a sharp kick in the knee. "YOU JERK FACE!" It was Peter. His blue eyes were on the verge of tears. "YOU NEVER SENT ME A BIRTHDAY PRESEANT WHEN YOU SAID YOU WOULD!" He then dropped to the floor and cried.
"I did! Of course I did! I sent it in care of Jerk-Face England! You..." Peter looked shocked, and Elizaveta worried. "...never got it?" I finished dumbstruck. After a few moments, I spoke,
"Does...Does Sabrina take all of Arthur's mail?" The pair nodded. "And Packages?" Peter nodded. "She hides them in the closet, unopened." I suddenly felt the urge to sock the woman flat out. "Well then." I said flatly. "I'll have you know that I sent nothing kinky or romantic this way at all. Only an Authentic 1700's Telescope replica of which I saved up for two months for." I huffed as we began the journey to the main hall. "I certainly hope she doesn't open those boxes and sell the contents on eBay, otherwise I'm going to feel sorry for her on her part." We laughed and entered said main hall, all white marble and glass dome. Every nation I had ever come in contact with was in the crowded hall, having fun, singing, having lively conversations. The chatter was overwhelming, so much so that you couldn't hear Peter yell at all. Finally, the Hungarian took a deep breath and gave one massive yell that overpowered the rest. "HEY!" It was rather impressive, because the entire hall stopped and looked at us. "Miku's home, why didn't anyone greet her? She isn't chopped liver you know." We all couldn't help but laugh.
I was quickly greeted by my Asian siblings (of which I all tackled), as well as my regular siblings. Then came Scandinavia, and a vast majority of Europe. Finally came four of the five allies (England was busy attempting to distract his girlfriend), And quick hugs to Ludwig and Feli. Last Came my Father and England. Kiku Honda looked me over as if expecting something, and smiled softly before giving me a long overdue hug. "Outou-san."I smiled. "you get prettier and prettier every day, maybe..." he whispered now, "Maybe Kirkland-san will give up on that strange one." I blushed a little and scolded my father. "Daaaaad." I grinned.
"I see those guitar lessons came quite in handy." I smiled inwardly at his thick accent. I turned. "Hello Arthur," I was going to says something else but not before locking eyes with his emerald green ones. "My..." He must have been caught off guard. "How have you grown. Into a fine lady I say, no wonder you have so many fans foaming at the mouth." He chuckled as he carefully lift my hand, and brushed his lips against my fingers. "At your service, ma'am." It would have much better if we didn't have impatient stiletto heels come clacking down the hallway, announcing the presence of the most self-centered, arrogant woman in the world. She arrived, took on look at me, and said "Oh. So you hired a whore for your guest? Won't he be pleased."