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Of three things I am positively certain:
1. I am still hungry… like really really hungry. It has now been about four and a half hours since I have eaten and I am about to pass out from starvation. Okay, maybe not really, but I am getting close I swear.
2. Being in the past and keeping things secret is a lot harder than it ever sounded. None of the books I have ever read, and I have read quite a few, made it seem this hard. And damn is it ever hard.
3. My life is just FUBAR. Or in other words it was Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.
'Just how am I going to fix this?' I think to myself as I stare at the brothers in front of me. One my mother is smiling like a child who just found out that Christmas was coming early that year. His eyes were all lit up and he was bouncing back and forth on the heels of his feet. The other brother, my uncle, looked like he had just been punched in the gut. His eyes were wide and almost unseeing and he was stock still. They could not have seemed more opposite in that moment.
I had never planned on what I just said getting out to anyone; then again I never planned for any of this to happen in the first place. But that's just my life I guess, nothing ever goes as planned.
Why couldn't my life go as planned, just once?!
Oh that's right I am a nation, thus shenanigans must be a part of everyday life…
Man I wish I was normal.
"I suppose that you won't forget what I just said would you?" I ask although the answer to my question is obvious. I just had to make sure though, on the off chance that Uncle Romano would say yes.
"N-N-NO!" Uncle Romano yells, seeming to wake up from his previous stupor. Gone is the blank expression that was on his face only moments ago, instead now his entire face seems to be dyed red. When he gets like this Uncle Antonio is right when he says he looks like a tomato. "Are you telling the truth?!"
"Si~! Look fratello she was your flower girl!" Mom gushes as he shows Uncle Romano the picture, practically showing it in his face. At that moment I couldn't be reminded of Mom in the future when he gushes over me like any proud parent, showing anyone who will look my pictures. I don't dwell on the though long though.
My eyes are too busy watching Uncle Romano as he takes his first look at the picture. I watch a myriad of emotions flit through his eyes but the ones that stand out are disbelief and joy. It was moments like these that I wish I could read the atmosphere a bit better, like Japan. I bet he would know exactly what Uncle Romano was feeling.
For a while it was quiet. It was not the kind of awkward quiet that you felt you had to feel but didn't know how. Yet it wasn't the kind of quiet that was welcome and appreciated. It wasn't like when you get home from a long day and just flop onto the couch with whoever is there and you just sit there in companionable silence. No the air was laced with something I couldn't quite place leaving me feeling like I was caught at an awkward in between.
Thankfully all silences are broken, this one by Uncle Romano.
"This is real right?" he asks, his eyes meeting mine, and with him staring at me like I know I can't lie. At that moment he looked too much like Mom.
"Yes." I manage to mutter back. I may not be able to lie to him when he looks like that but that does not mean that I have to like it.
"This picture is not edited in any way shape or form? This event actually took place?!" Uncle Romano questions and I know that he needs to know the truth. I am not oblivious to the pasts of my relatives so I know at one point Uncle Romano may have had some abandonment issues. I will not be the one to make them resurface.
"No the photo is not edited in any way shape of form and this event did, or does I guess, take place." I respond my eyes locked to my Uncles. He seems to be staring me down daring me to lie to him, but he will not find a hint of a lie in my words. I was telling the truth.
At this moment a door to the right opens and with it comes an explosion of noise. In other words France steps out. I swear that man makes more noise than anyone I have ever met. Ever.
"But it would be so much fun!" France says to someone still in side of the room he just exited. I can't tell who it is because he is standing directly in my line of vision. "Imagine all of the lovely young flowers at the bar. We just need to find Prussia and all three of us can party until dawn, no? It will be just like the old times!"
As he was saying this he seemed to be making the most obtuse and grand hand gestures. If I didn't know the man I would say he was already drunk, but this is France. In other words he is just naturally that flamboyant. He really does remind me of one of my friends from home…
"I doubt Prussia wants to go out tonight, he is probably trying to calm down Germany. I bet what happened earlier is just starting to sink in and he is freaking out." Said the person inside the room. As the voice made its way to us I know that everyone now knows who the other person is.
My assumption is proven right when Uncle Antonio steps out in all of his glory.
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That sounds wrong but you know what I mean.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Uncle Antonio is a lot more observant than France and seems to notice our group immediately. His ever present grin seems to get even larger at the sight of us, or at least it seems to. I bet the reason his smile really got bigger is because he saw Uncle Romano but I bet I will never know for certain.
"Ah mi Amigos! See France this is the girl I was telling you about, Gemany's daughter! Can't you see the resemblance?"
Well apparently he at least noticed me, and he wasn't completely focused on Uncle Romano.
At that we, or I, seem to have Frances full attention. France seems to teleport to my side and is instantly giving me the once over. Thankfully he wasn't doing it in a perverted way, no it is more like he is trying to see the resemblance between me and my father. Hopefully he won't see the resemblance between me and the two men standing next to me.
"Ah mon petite you have your fathers eyes, non? You also have his strong jawline and his nose! You even have his light complexion. Yes you really are Gemany's daughter aren't you? But my dear I do wonder where you get your lips and your lighter build from. You can tell your old friend France, oui? It can be our little secret!"
"France be lucky I don't tell dad and Uncle Prussia that you were pretty much just checking me out, you pervert. And no I am not telling you about my mom because I know very well that you can't keep a secret mon ami." I say joking around. I would never actually tell Dad or Uncle Prussia, because then France would end up dead.
Then what would I do for entertainment if there was no France for me to banter with? Well I guess I could find someone else to pester, but I feel like that would take a lot of trial and error and time I just do not have.
"Ah, I'm wounded! Why do you wound me so, calling me an old pervert?" he asks dramatically, as always.
"I do not wound, I merely speak the truth." I say smirking back at him. Well I tried to smirk, I can't really pull it off that well.
"It's true!" says Mom speaking up for the first time in what seems like forever. "She didn't even lie about the picture and she could have!"
Ah crap the picture. It was so easy to slip back into bantering with France that I forgot about it entirely.
I look over at Uncle Romano who has been oddly quiet and now I see why. His face has gone as white as Moms flag and he is avoiding making eye contact with a certain Spaniard to his left. Said Spaniard is trying to look at the picture that Uncle Romano is pressing to his chest, right about where his heart is. Uncle Romano seems very, very determined to not let Uncle Antonio see that picture and I can understand why.
Uncle Antonio however is not being quiet and is insistently asking Uncle Romano what the picture is of. Mom of course is just standing off to the sidelines smiling, and France is still 'sulking' from my old pervert remark. I am trying to figure out what to do when Uncle Romano snaps.
"You Tomato Bastard it is a picture of a wedding okay?!" he yells.
At this Uncle Antonio shuts up and simply looks at Uncle Romano.
"Really?" Uncle Antonio asks as if he can't believe Uncle Romano would have a picture of a wedding. Which I admit he would never have under normal circumstances, but nothing about what is going on here is normal anyway.
"Yes!" Uncle Romano and I chime at the same time. Neither of us wants Uncle Antonio to find out who the wedding is of. Hopefully if we answer his questions he will lose interest.
"Ah weddings! The result of pure Amore! There is never an event more wonderful!" France proclaims out of nowhere.
"That's not what England told me." I say nonchalantly, trying to steer the conversation away from the picture in Uncle Romano's hands.
"What?! That man is bad for your heart to have you believing such things!" cries out France in utter indignation.
"Well after 'that incident' between the two of you France I don't think you are really one to talk."
At that France goes quiet for a moment.
"That was an act of pure desperation!" France yells, trying to get back some form of dignity.
"You still tried to force him to write his name on that form!" I retort.
"I was under a lot of stress!" France raves.
"So you decided that what you did was the best course of action?" I mock.
"I couldn't think of any other solution! I didn't want to do it either!"
"Of course you didn't." I say as I wink at him, in a completely joking manner.
"Fine. It you are going to be like this I will not talk to you." France replies while sticking his nose in the air like a five year old.
"Fine."
"Alright then."
Silence fills the hallway.
"So whose wedding was it?" Asks Uncle Antonio so bluntly and out of the blue that my mind forgets to tell my mouth to censor the answer. I had honestly thought we had left the conversation about the picture in the past.
"Yours." I say plainly.
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You could have heard a fly sneeze it was so quiet.
Uncle Spain and Uncle Romano were both wearing matching faces of shock. Spain because that had probably been the last thing he had expected me to say. At this point in time he probably had no intention of getting married, and here I just told him that he does. Uncle Romano was probably just praying that I didn't tell him who he got married to.
Unfortunately I wouldn't be able to get the chance to not tell him.
"Don't forget that it is fratello's wedding too~!" Mom exclaims.
I swear some day's mom starts more trouble than can ever be dealt with.
"Ch-Ch-CHIGI!" Screams Uncle Romano as he takes a step back and slams the door to his suite on all of us.
The hallway goes deadly silent. Uncle Antonio has this odd blank look on his face just like Uncle Romano did when he found out the truth and he isn't moving. Mom is still smiling like normal and France actually looks a bit conflicted for once.
"Well" says France "that could have gone better."
No duh, France, no duh.
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