DESPITE PREVIOUS CONCEPTIONS, I am alive. I'll admit, I might have been in a bit of a slump due to summer break and a very social boyfriend, but I am back now. College and work will keep his visiting at bay, and give me enough time to write. I.e. enough time to write at four in the morning as I am avoiding a huge assignment... but who's keeping track? Hopefully no one, because that would be creepy... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. Annnnyway, I'll tone down the crazy for a second and tell you that I'm back to writing and I've got a lot of things planned. I hope you all like it!
I'll harass my cat one minute less a week for every review I get!
By the time America had gotten out of the shower, Lithuania was nowhere to be found. The only things which remained from his visit were a note scribbled on a complimentary notepad and a freshly brewed pot of coffee, just how America liked it… or as close as one could get from hotel instant. Even the bed which America would have opted to leave in absolute disarray was in perfect condition. America walked over to the coffee table where the note sat and picked it up with one hand while grabbing the pot of coffee in the other, absentmindedly pouring himself a cup.
Mr. America,
Thank you immensely for allowing me to stay. I'm sorry for the intrusion and any trouble I may have caused you. I hope to repay your hospitality in the near future. Before I go, I just want to warn you You really shouldn't Russia isn't
Thanks again, and please, be careful.
-Lithuania
America reread the note a couple times, forgetting his coffee in lieu of "reading between the lines". The other nations had repeatedly scoffed at America for not reading the atmosphere, but the atmosphere surrounding the note was near palpable. There was something weird going on between Lithuania and Russia, and it wasn't even the usually 'Russia's a psycho' weird. He wondered why Lithuania would try to warn him about Russia, especially now of all times. Russia was no more abnormally psycho than usual. The only thing that had change was… well, the incarceration, if you will. There was no way that Lithuania could have known anything about that…with any kind of certainty. He leaned back on the couch, flipping the TV on to mindless dribble as the thought.
One show became four, and soon America was bored of sitting still. He didn't technically have a ride home and his nation had been kind enough to give him some space for the last day or so. He would have to check in eventually so the military didn't mark him down as MIA again. He sighed and picked up the hotel phone, calling one of the many secure lines wired for him and him alone. The man on the other line said nothing as he was trained to do, waiting for America to identify himself.
"Yeah, yeah. It's me."
"Good morning, sir. May I schedule you a flight home?" America smiled at the man's politeness and figured he'd give the poor guy a break.
"Sure thing. Give me another week here and then send me back on whatever's heading the right direction."
"We will send over a secure jet for your transport."
"Don't bother. I'd probably survive a crash anyway. Just send me home on something easy… unless you've got a WWII fighter lying around…"
"That is an unacceptable transport, sir."
"Damnit… I was allowed to fly them in the war…" He grumbled more to himself than to the agent.
"Indeed you were, but with all due respect, reports state that you forcefully removed a German pilot to get in to the airplane."
"I did, didn't I? AhAhaha, only good part of the war!"
"Yes. The only good part." America appreciated the man's sincerity in saying so. The man was too young to have lived through WWII, but he seemed to understand that it felt like just yesterday to the young nation. Hell, the Civil War felt like just yesterday…
"You're a good agent. I'll be at the London airport at four, one week from today."
"Roger that, sir. And thank you… it's not every day that you get a compliment from the nation you serve."
America hung up the phone with a faint smile. He would stay in London for a week. He may have been anxious to get home, but now it seemed more important to figure out what was going on with Lithuania. There was to be a conference for the Eastern European nations after the World Meeting so the nations could avoid traveling unnecessarily. The fact that Russia was staying never crossed America's mind. Not once… But while he was thinking of Russia, he came to the sudden realization that he was currently dead broke in London for the next week without even a change of clothes or a hamburger. Foresight was never his strong suit…
The phone rang four times before America started reconsidering his calling plan. He definitely didn't want to call his agents again if he didn't have to, especially considering the fact that the commanding officers were probably seething by now at his decision to stay. Anything beat the interrogation they would give him… He shuddered to himself and was about to hang up and rethink his plans when a half-conscious Russian answered the phone.
"Ngghhph?"
"Hey, commie. I saved your drunk ass from getting hit by a car last night. You owe me one."
Russia was quiet for a moment before making an amused grunt. "I owe you a what?"
"No, no. You owe me one. As in, I'm calling in a favor."
"A favor?" America thought of the significant irony in all of this, but decided that didn't matter now.
"Yeah. You're buying me lunch."
"I'm taking you out for lunch?"
"No. Just buying it. I don't care whether you eat or not. I want burgers." Russia laughed in the phone, seemingly quite pleased with himself. "Shut up and meet me." America snapped.
"Sure thing, Amerika. I will be at your hotel shortly."
"Why my hotel? …y'know what? I don't care. Yay, burgers…" He said, quickly becoming increasingly distracted by the thought of his next meal as he hung up the phone. America's stomach was growling angrily. He would have to find a way to get clothes eventually, but he needed food now.