I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED!

MY INTERNET WENT OUT!

AGAIN!

THIS MIGHT HAPPEN OFTEN, BTW!

I GIVE YOU AWESOME!

BUT ME NO OWN!


I walked as fast as I could in heels, over to the food court, where everyone had congregated. (Read Mei's Version and Erisa's version to know what happened)

"Good day, sirs and madams, I have heard about a certain someone causing a scene today. Shall I get the car ready in case of security?" Caddy said walking towards us.

I nodded.

"Well, we better go before we all get arrested!" I said, walking towards the direction of the exit. I do not need to go to jail.

I would be...welll...

I don't even want to think about it.

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT, ARU! IT WAS CHINA'S!" yelled Mei, following.

"I know...I know. I saw everything." I said, opening the door.

"...Are you wearing a dress?" said Angela, looking me up and down.

"Why yes. Yes I am." I said, flipping my hair a bit.

"You look good." she said, skipping next to me.

"Thanks. So were you well behaved?"I asked looking at her.

"Yep! I was really good! Angie is a good girl!" she said, imitating a favorite ninja of hers.

As we got into the car, i whispered to Caddy to take us somewhere to eat.

I was FAMISHED.

FAMISHED I TELL YOU!

FAAMMMIISSSHHEEED.

...

I was hungry.

As we pulled into a parking lot, i noticed where he had taken us.

"OH EFF YEAH LEBANESE FOOD!" I yelled, (almost) racing to the door.

Heels are a pain it the tushy.


TYME SKIP OF DOOMY DOOM DOOM! Gir, why is there BACON IN THE SOAP?


"I would like Siyyadiyeh, and Tabbouleh. And more Hummus with Pita for everyone. Arabic coffee to drink." I said, sitting in the comfortable chair.

"Samkeh harra aru. Same for drink." Said Mei, nomming on the Pita.

Everyone was currently in a private room, sitting in a large circle. While the nations looked at the long menus, a few of us already decided, being regulars (or not that picky).

"Mulukhiyah and Wara' Enab. Same drink." said Erisa, playing with a knife.

"Lamb Shawarma and Tabbouleh~ And a coke~" said Angela, hopping in her seat.

"Makdous and Kubideh please. And water." said Jo. As the rest ordered, I could smell the olive oil and grape leaves from here.

So yummy...

"I love this place~" i said to Russia, who was sitting next to me, nibbling on the corner of his pita.

"Why?" he asked, with a curios smile.

Must...not...nosebleed...

"Um, well...It reminds me of my Gran Gran...She was..an interesting woman." I said, remembering the odd old woman that cared so deeply about Me and Alex.

...That woman was sooo strange.

She was beautiful, powerful, and VERY wealthy.

But we're not sure how she got the money...

Me and the gang have a few ideas...

One, She was in the Mafia.

Two, she was in the Yakuza.

Three, she was in the Russia Mob.

Four, All three, AND the Boss.

...

The forth was the most likely.

"I'm sure she was a very nice. Like you." Thanks Russia.

Go ahead and make me gush.

The whole falling in love thing is hard. He keeps making me blush. I swear I'm going to have all my blood go to my face. And then I might die. Wonderful.

"T-thank you Russia." i said hiding my face with the food that was set in front of us. It smelled SO good.

As i took a bite, i savored the flavor.

"This is very good!" said Russia, taking a bite from the grape leaves.

" I know right! I love all of it~ Especially the coffee! It's just right~" I said, taking a sip from the cup. I looked around, seeing how everyone was. Mei was chatting with China, and Jo was showing Japan her camera. Erisa and Switzerland were immersed in conversation, as was Alex and Austria. America was poking England, Italy was eating a pizza like food, while Germany was telling him to wipe his face. Canada was blushing while Prussia was showing him his muscles, and France and Angela were...well...Flirting.

"Today's ...actually been really nice..." i said, staring a bit into space.


WOOOT

I finished it!

YAYAYAYA~!

I like it.

I had to look up all of the food, but i have had the Grape leaves. Really good.

THANK YOU, GOOD NIGHT, AND PLEASE REVIEW~

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