Sorry it took me so long to update. I kinda forgot all about this until I found the file. My bad, oopsie~!
I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters mentioned.
"I can't believe you guys talked me into this," I complained dully as we stood in line for the fastest rollercoaster in the state.
The Three Stooges had decided to skip the fair and drive an hour and a half to the only amusement park within a two hundred mile radius. And since they hadn't thought it through, the lines were absolutely ridiculous. It was Saturday. In an amusement park. They may be good friends, but they weren't the brightest tools in the shed, if you catch my drift. But even though I didn't want to be here, I at least had to be thankful it was a nice day. Sunny skies, a pleasant 75 degrees, with a slight breeze. If I wouldn't have been in such a foul mood, I would be having the time of my life. I always loved coming to this park. And we had already ridden the Himalaya, which is my absolute favorite ride. It seems as though they were trying to make me feel better by riding all of my favorites.
"Force would be a better word, I think," Matthias chuckled as he snapped a candid picture of me glaring at the ground.
"Dude, you're not helping," Al told him with a mouth full of cotton candy.
"But we did force her to come," Matt insisted.
"Could this be considered a kidnapping?" I wondered aloud as the line moved.
"It's for your own good," Gilbert commented.
"How is all of this," I gestured to the insanely long line, "'for my own good'?"
Gilbert leaned in close and said, "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"
I glared daggers at him. "I don't know how or when, but I will get you back for this."
"No, you won't," he said confidently. "Because before this day is over, you'll be thanking us for this."
"I doubt that," I mumbled.
After about twenty minutes, we were finally being ushered onto the rollercoaster and I was seated between Gilbert and Alfred. When the harnesses came down and locked, I felt that familiar surge of adrenaline. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. As the rollercoaster lurched forward and began moving slowly down the tracks, an unexpected giggle made it's way passed my lips. Gilbert reached over and smacked my leg. I turned and gave him a huge smile.
"Oh my God, that was awesome!" I said in a hoarse voice as we exited the ride. My voice was hoarse because I had just spent the last minute and a half screaming my head off.
"I know, right?" Al said, bouncing up and down, looking more amped up than I've ever seen him look before. "I don't think I've ever heard you scream that loud."
"Dude, Penny," Gilbert laughed. "The look on your face before that insane drop was priceless! You looked scared shitless!"
"Seriously, though. When you come over a hill like that and see nothing but sky and not where you're going, it is kind of terrifying."
"I agree with Penny completely on that one," Matthias said, looking a little queasy.
"Wuss," Gilbert said under his breath. "C'mon, lets go ride something else."
Just then, we walked around a corner and I saw all of the carnival games. A huge grin spread across my face as I spotted the massive, stuffed cats and pandas. "We'll ride some more here in a little while. I seem to be in need of a huge stuffed animal," I said as I led the way towards one of the shooting games.
An hour later, after I had won myself a gigantic stuffed monkey, Gil won me a huge panda, Matthias a massive cat, and Alfred a heart shaped American flag pillow, we stuffed ourselves with anything and everything we could find. Funnel cakes, deep fried Twinkies and Oreos. And it was delicious. Then we decided to ride the Tilt a Whirl. Or as I like to call it, the Tilt and Hurl. Which was exactly what I did. As soon as I got off that damned ride, I barely had enough time to get to a nearby trashcan before I became violently sick. Thank God my friends have strong stomachs. Alfred and Matthias, while holding all of our things, stood in front of the trashcan and hid me from the curious stares of the other park goers and Gilbert held my long hair back. This was standard for us; whenever I have too much to drink and puke, he always holds my hair back.
I plunked down on a bench and put my head between my knees, trying to get the nausea to subside. Matthias sat down next to me and patted my back.
"Feel better?" he asked as he continued to pat my back.
"A little," I mumbled. "Just give me a minute."
"Maybe we should get her something to drink?" he asked the others.
"I'll be right back," Alfred said before running off.
I sat like that for another minute or so, with Matthias rubbing my back, until the nausea finally started to ease up. I lifted my head slowly, took a deep breath through my nose and exhaled through my mouth.
"Better?" Gilbert asked.
"Much," I said, looking up to see him standing in front of me with an amused look on his face. "Go on. Say it."
"Lightweight!" he busted out laughing. "Puking after riding the Tilt a Whirl is so lame!"
"Whatever," I muttered, not wanting to argue with him.
Thankfully, just as Gilbert was about to say something else, Alfred came running back and was holding out a bottle of water for me. "It was all I could find," he said breathlessly, as I took the water from him.
"This is fine. Thanks," I smiled at him. I unscrewed the cap and drank half the bottle in one gulp. "Much better."
"Good," Alfred said, looking around. "Time to go on some more rides."
"Y'all go right on ahead. I think my had my fill of rides today." I said after taking another sip of the water.
"Aww," he groaned in disappointment.
"Actually, I think I've had my fill too," Matthias sighed.
"Yeah, let's go find something else to do," Gilbert suggested, squinting into the sun.
"Aw, has Casper the Asshole Ghost had enough sun for one day?" I teased, chuckling slightly.
Gilbert glared at me. He hated it when I poked fun at his albinism. "Not funny. Being an albino has it's downsides too, ya know."
"Okay, okay," I laughed. "Take it easy. I was just kidding."
"Whatever. Let's get out of here."
Since they hadn't planned everything out ahead of time, we decided to just drive around until something grabbed out attention. And of course, a half a dozen things grabbed Alfred's attention.
"Oh, look. A movie theatre. Let's go see a movie!"
"You wouldn't be able to sit still, Al," Matthias laughed.
Five minutes later. "Ooh, Putt-Putt! That looks fun!"
"No, it looks boring," Gil said.
Three minutes later. "Look! An arcade!"
"I don't think so, bro. The three of us would end up standing there, watching you play Space Invaders for the next five hours," I said.
"You guys suck. You're no fun at all," he complained. Then he gasped. "A skating rink! Let's go roller skating!"
"What are we, twelve?" Gilbert asked.
"That's not what you said three years ago when you took me on Valentine's day," I said, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"Whoa, you took her out on Valentine's Day, Gil?" Matthias asked in a shocked voice.
"That was ages ago and it wasn't like that," Gilbert sighed. "We were both single and had nothing better to do. We actually had fun."
"Fun?" I said incredulously. "Only if your idea of fun is falling on your ass, twisting your ankle, spending two hours in the emergency room."
"I always wondered what happened to your ankle. And that's why you didn't wanna tell us," Alfred said.
Gilbert busted out laughing. "I had completely forgotten about that! Dude, those pain meds they gave you made you so damn loopy!"
"Shut up."
"You know what? Let's go roller skating," he said in a voice loud enough to wake the dead.
"What?" I protested. "No!"
"Oh c'mon," he whined. "You had fun last time."
"Yeah, until I fell on my ass. And I thought today was supposed to be about making me feel better. And going roller skating will not make me feel better, dude," I said, trying to put a stop to this.
"I don't care. We're going and that's that," Gilbert said, putting his foot down.
Against my better judgment, I strapped on a pair of ancient looking skates. Simply because I did have fun last time…until I fell on my ass, that is. But as soon as we got on the rink and the music started blaring, I was having the best time ever. Alfie flaunted his ability to skate backwards and Matthias looked absolutely ridiculous trying to do the Hustle on skates. And before I knew it, I was laughing my head off and I thought my smile would be plastered permanently on my face. But with my luck being what it is, my happiness was short lived. Some moron thought it would be a good idea to stop in the middle of my path to text. I couldn't stop fast enough, so I plowed right into him. And as soon as I hit the floor, I heard a sickening crunch and the worst pain ever shot up my leg. I was writhing in pain as Gil, Al, and Matt skated up to me. Alfie helped me sit up and tried to comfort me as Matthias gingerly pulled my skate off. And Gilbert? Well, let's just say he had a few choice words for the guy.
As Matthias poked around my foot, I screamed out in pain when he brushed my ankle. "Fuck, I think it might be broken," he said, looking up at me.
"We need to get her to a hospital. Like now," Alfred said in a panicky voice.
"All right, you two help her up and get her on my back," Gilbert said, clearly still very pissed.
As Gilbert carried me to the car, I noticed the sun was starting to set. How in the hell did it get so late? Well, it look as thought I'll be spending another night in the ER. Which is exactly what happened. Matthias had been right; my ankle was broken. So as we headed back to the car a few hours later, I was sporting a brand new plaster cast and the always fashionable crutches. They had given me a prescription for some pain meds. So we were heading back to town to get it filled. Alfred decided he'd drive the back home. So I sat in the backseat with Gilbert. It was an hour and half ride, so I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder. I didn't wake up until Mat and Gil shook me when we pulled into Walmart.
"We're not gonna let you walk through Walmart on crutches, so I'll give you a piggyback ride," Matthias smiled as he opened my door.
"Dude, this is Walmart. Just piggyback me to the door and the greeter will get my one of those handy-dandy motorized carts," I said as he pulled me onto his back.
Gilbert turned and looked at me as a wide Cheshire Cat grin spread across his face. "This is gonna be so awesome."
We had an hour to kill while my prescription was being filled, so we wandered around the store. Walmart. At night. With my best friends. Best thing ever, dude. We headed back to the toy department first. Gilbert and Matthias had an impromptu light saber fight, which was awesome. And when he wasn't snapping pictures like a Japanese tourist, Alfred picked up a plastic Captain America shield and started running around, yelling "I'm the hero!" at the top of his lungs. Hysterically awesome.
After they were done acting like a bunch of six year olds, Gil decided he wanted to ride in the basket of my motorized cart. I swear to God, the sight of Gilbert in that basket is something I will never forget. Partly due to Alfred's frantic picture taking. When we were done taking pictures, I suggested the we head back to the kiosk thing in the photo center to look through them and decided which ones we wanted prints of. The first one was of the four of us standing in line for the Himalaya. I didn't look to thrilled. But as we got further into the pictures, I noticed that my smile became more frequent and bigger. And the last one was also of the four of us, all wearing the goofiest grins ever. We decided to get four sets, one for each of us, of the pictures we liked the best. Alfred insisted upon paying for all of them. The only thing that sucked was that we had to kill another hour for them to be ready.
While we waited, my prescription was ready, and after picking it up, we made our way to the McDonald's in the front store. I needed to eat something before taking a couple pills. The four of us sat there, eating and talking for the next forty-five minutes.
"I think after we leave here, you guys should drop me off at home. I'm ready to get into my comfiest pajamas and chill," I said as we headed back to the photo center.
Gilbert laughed. "Okay, I think you've had enough fun for one day."
"Aww, I was thinking that we should go and get a few drinks or something," Matthias said, looking genuinely disappointed. I hayed seeing that look on his face. It absolutely breaks my heart every time. And I think he knows that, the sneaky Danish bastard.
"I don't think I need to be drinking, quite honestly. These pain pills have already gotten me a little loopy," I said to Matthias. His frown deepened, looking as though someone had ran his puppy over. Damn him! "But you guys can come up to my place and have one beer. Just one, okay?"
"Sweet!" Matthias sang as a grin spread across his face.
Twenty minutes later, we were climbing the stairs that lead up to my third floor apartment. Alfred was piggybacking me while Gilbert carried my crutches and Matthias was just barely hanging on to all of my stuffed animals. After getting in the apartment, Al plopped me down on the couch. I looked up just as Matthias disappeared into my room, no doubt to deposit the stuffed animals there. Then he headed straight into the kitchen. A minute later, he walked back around the corner, holding three beers and a Cherry Coke for me. After handing out the drinks, Matthias flopped down on the couch next to me and slung an arm around my shoulder.
"So, did you have fun today, my dear Penny?" he asked.
"I really did," I laughed. "Other than the whole breaking my ankle things, of course. That sucked."
"It did, but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Matthias said, squeezing my shoulders.
"Thanks, guys. Really. I had an awesome time today. It was just what I needed," I said, reaching over to pat Matthias' leg.
"I told you that you'd end up thanking us for this," Gilbert said smugly.
"Stop rubbing it in and just be glad that you were right like, five times today," I mumbled, glaring at him.
"It's cause I'm awesome," he said before laughing that strange hiss of a laugh.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "All right boys, I hate the kick you out, but I'm ready to go lay down. It's been one helluva day."
After a hug and a kiss to my forehead from Matthias, a rib-crushing hug from Alfred, and a crooked smile and a wink from Gilbert as he walked out the door, I was alone. And for some reason, I didn't like it. The silence was crashing into my ears like waves and it made me very uncomfortable. Deciding I needed to wash up before laying down, I grabbed my crutches and hobbled into the bathroom. When I was somewhat clean, (I had to sit on the edge of the tub and take a stupid sponge bath) I walked into my room and flicked the light on. My three brand new stuffed animals and heart-shaped pillow were laying on my bed. I smiled widely at them. From this day on, they would always remind me of my best friends and the awesome day we spent together.
That reminded me of the pictures. I looked over at the box full of all my empty picture frames, sitting in the corner. I felt the compulsive need to fill them before going to bed. How I managed to get the box into the living room, I don't know. But I did. After clearing off the coffee table, I laid out all the frames and started going through the pictures. As I started putting them on different frames, a soft knock on my door startled me. Who in the hell is knocking on my door at a little after midnight?
*le gasp* I wonder who's at the door...? You'll have to wait and see~
Until next time :D