Out of boredom, Vietnam found herself drawing a tree made out of stars. It was so lonely at home in her room, especially when the rest of her family was at a fair together. She wanted to go the fair for a little bit of fun, but feared seeing people she knew.
It was an annual fair where hundreds of activities took place in. Her personal favorite ride was the game where one would throw some balls into moving cups. If you got at least one of the three balls into a cup, you'd win a goldfish.
Just thinking about the game excited her, but so many people attended this event. Additionally, no one ever wanted to take her with them. That's when the phone began to ring from outside her room. Relieved that he family was returning, Vietnam danced to the phone.
When she picked it up, she felt her hands quiver. From the other end was a furious England. Biting her lip, she said, "Good day for going to the fair isn't it?"
"It most certainly isn't! Listen up you cunt, I don't want you to be stealing America's things! They're not your property! Return them to him this instant!"
The line was cut, leaving Vietnam stunned. She didn't feel like returning the jacket, since she hadn't even bothered to wash it from the previous night.
There had to be a way to make it look fresh before returning it. She made her way to Taiwan's room and sprayed on some of her sister's strong perfume. It smelled girly, but there was no way she could wash it in a matter of twenty minutes.
Rushing to her car, she started the engine and drove off to America's house.
England answered the door, and he hadn't calmed down. Without saying thanks, he snatched the jacket from her hands and hung it on the Victorian coat hanger they had by the door. "Next time come earlier! My poor America has a terrible cold because of your greediness."
"First of all, don't ever call me a cunt. Secondly, he gave me his jacket."
"In case you forgot, America is not allowed to date, so don't try to arouse him in any way. He's only allowed to kiss me, and no one else."
"I never said anything about dating him, so while you rant, just keep in mind that I want to burn him on a stake."
That only maddened England more, so Vietnam kept quiet.
"Just keep out of his way! I bet you're considering another pathetic war. Don't you know how much he suffered during that war. But you wouldn't care. Now run along and find som men to play with."
Tears began to sting the ends of Vietnam's eyes. She turned away, before hearing the slam of the door. Relieved that it was over, Vietnam headed over to her car. Before opening the car's door, she felt an intense pain in her chest.
It went away after a couple seconds. Slightly dizzy, Vietnam took a seat in the car. A couple flashbacks of the war raced through her mind as she drove back to her house.
She had never considered America having trouble during the war, since he was always looking for ways to torment her. She felt hatred for him, and wished him the worst treatment at the time.
Even if he was France's "fifty starred candy cane" and England's property, he would never be a saint to her. Just an angel incognito, fooling the idiotic world.
She wiped a tear away, hoping no one would be home. It was getting dark. She had to make it home before anyone else did.
Mercifully, no one was home. Japan did arrive home early, trying to get Italy out of the house. It seemed as if Italy was drunk, so Vietnam chose not to go downstairs in fear of one hundred hugs.
She sat on the edge of her bed, head on knees, humming to herself. All the thoughts of war came rushing to her, but it all stopped when there was a knock on her door.
She opened it, then saw the grin a some soldier's face. He didn't give her time to recognize him, and shoved her against a wall. She screamed, and Japan came rushing up the stairs.
He found her frozen, looking traumatized. "You okay?"
Italy entered the room, looking concerned. Embarrassed, Vietnam looked down at the floor. "I thought I saw something. I'm sorry."
"Well, whatever you saw is gone. Now, keep it down. I'm trying to teach Italy how to be silent and read a book."
When they left, Vietnam waited for the soldier to come out of her closet. When he didn't, she decided to check if he was there. All she could see was dresses, pants, and tops. Nothing was there.