The morning started off badly. Japan announced that he invited America over for dinner. Vietnam wanted to just hide in her room and stare at the walls.
When she asked Japan why he did it, he said he could tell she liked him. When she got even madder, he made an excuse that it was late and he couldn't focus.
The night was coming fast, and China was already preparing food. He hadn't even gone against Japan's wishes.
North Korea became Vietnam's favorite temporarily. They snuck some poison into China's rice. Sadly, Japan had caught them and told China, who made them wash all the dishes.
"He's our guest, so put on all your doll faces. Let's please him, even if we're all way better than him." Vietnam mocked, looking in China's direction.
Taiwan walked into the room wearing a very revealing outfit. In a matter of seconds, Japan made her change into a more formal outfit. Taiwan didn't hesitate, so Vietnam helped her find a more suitable outfit. She purposely picked out the most dull outfit in Taiwan's closet.
Unsure, Taiwan said, "Does this make me look fat? I've been working hard for this body."
"Oh trust me, America will love our dress code. Not only that, but it will make Japan less weary."
Thailand set up the table, and Japan continued to order everyone around. When there was a knock on the door, the entire house went as quite as a mouse. South Korea chuckled, saying he ordered pizza.
He brought in the pizza, but China took it away. He explained "proper food" and its differences with fast food.
"But he likes pizza way better than your heritage bullshit. No offense."
Before they could start a storm, the door's knob shook. Japan opened the door, then crossly said, "Welcome America-san."
"Your house looks freaking hot bro! Although I gotta say, something smells like absolute shit. Anyway, did you order pizza? If you haven't, I'm not eating."
Clenching her fists, Vietnam took a seat, switching China's name tag with hers so that she would be far away from America.
"That was very rude, stupid! It's traditional Chinese food, along with a mixture of Thai food and sea food." China snapped, not able to contain his anger.
America gave him a disdainful look, then noticed the pizza box he was holding. "Dude, you actually have something edible! I thought you were trying to poison me or something with all this Asian food!"
"You ass! Sit down!" the furious Chinese ordered, throwing the box of pizza in the trash.
America instantly brought out his phone, then set his feet up on the table. Vietnam tried not to show irritation, but he was getting on her last nerve. "You're being so disrespectful and annoying right now!"
He shot out of his seat, then slapped a dish in her direction. It shattered on the floor, making him cringe. "Excuse that China. I just thought I heard someone being disrespectful and annoying right now."
North Korea grabbed America's collar, threatening him. China broke them apart, then started a random conversation about how owls were a symbol of creepiness.
The dinner was a fail. There was a point where Vietnam wanted to flip the table, simultaneously saying "fuck this shit" and leave. Every once in a while, America would glance at her. He got a napkin, pulled out a pen, then wrote something. Vietnam could tell it was directed to her. She was the only one he most likely came for.
He folded it into a paper airplane and threw it at her. She caught it, then nervously unfolded the origami.
Vietnam, I'm going to burn your house if you don't get that pizza out of the trash for me. Do it now.
She gave him a dirty look, then got out of her chair. Alarmed, China said, "Hey! No sneaking away when desert about to be serve."
America got out of his chair, then walked over to Vietnam. "It's okay. We're just going to go out for a walk."
"Actually he just wanted pizza."
Although she didn't regret what she said, Vietnam still felt that America wanted to truly take her on a walk. She bit her lip, waiting for her older sibling's approval.
Past Japan's garden was the forest, where only China and Japan would go for deep conversations. Now Vietnam was entering the forest with her long lost friend. She kept her distance from him, so that if he tried to kidnap her, she had a chance to made a run for it.
It was extremely cold out, and all Vietnam was wearing was a short sleeved dress. Feeling foolish, she tried to look as strong as possible.
"Sorry for my behavior at the table. I appreciate your hospitality." America finally said, smiling.
"Your actions are forgiven. Why did you take me out on a walk?"
Before he could reply, some rain began to pour. There's was a flash somewhere, and Vietnam noticed America flinch. She chuckled at his childish fear of storms, but kept to herself.
They continued on their walk, but it was getting colder and colder. Vietnam could see her arms shaking. She stopped moving, trying to get in the most warm position she could do. The freezing droplets of rain hit her face, making everything extremely hard to see.
Then, out of the blue, something flew over her shoulders. Looking on her side, Vietnam could see America clutching his sides. "It's cold."
"It sure is." Vietnam replied back, but then realized he had given her his own jacket. Not knowing what to do, she suggested to walk back home.
By the time they arrived at China's porch, the lights were all out. With sleepy eyes, Vietnam knocked on the door. Japan opened it, gasping at Vietnam's appearance. "Do you know how mad China got at us all? He thought you got lost or something. Next time you should call and say you're fine."
"Well l had no idea it was going to rain."
He grabbed her and shoved her into the house. Without having to take a second look, Japan could tell Vietnam had America's jacket on. He decided to be polite and said, "Sorry for her inconvenience. It would be smart to take your jacket back."
"Tell her to return it at the next world meeting."
Japan studied his condition, then said, "You don't have to pretend you're okay. Why don't you come in for some tea?"
"Actually, I should probably head home. Iggy gets pretty pissed when I don't come back after midnight." America said, trying to suppress his urge to cough.
"Suit yourself." Japan said, and closed the door.