You woke up under thick blankets, the smell of coffee drafting from the kitchen. You got up from under the blankets and was immediately greeted by a wave of cold air that made you shiver.
"Oh good morning, (y/n)." England said, sitting up on your bed.
You looked around your bed; most of the boys were on your bed (not America). France was still asleep; he looked so innocent and not- Wait. What was he- no what were they doing on your bed? You remember going to bed last night with England still passed out on the other side of the bed, but not everyone climbing in to bed afterwards. You looked down to make sure your clothing was still on, you couldn't be too careful with France. You let out a sigh of relief; you were still in your nightgown. You figured you'd ask them why they had a camp out on your bed at breakfast.
"Morning England." You replied as you came out of your thoughts and back to reality.
You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a robe and some wooly socks. You then sat down on the edge of your bed and put them on. You stared at the calendar: Friday, December 22nd… Finally! It was getting closer and closer to Christmas. You hoped America wouldn't notice, knowing him he'd want you to drive him to Rockefeller, NY to see that giant Christmas tree they had. You decided you wouldn't bring it up today and would just buy them some small gifts over the week with some money- wait you were broke. Maybe you'd just give them a homemade card. You now really hoped they wouldn't notice that within three days it would be Christmas. Whatever, for the time being it doesn't really matter, you shook your head as if to rid yourself of the worry.
You decided that you might as well check on England, and make sure he's okay.
"England, are you feeling alright?" You asked.
"Huh? Oh yes, thanks for the… help." England looked down at his side where the stitches were. You hoped the scar would eventually fade away.
"No big deal." You replied. You walked over to France. He looked alright, but you noticed a little cut on his nose. He'll get over it.
"Hey (y/n)?" Canada said.
"What?" You snapped. You weren't the nicest person in the morning, actually you were normally rather wicked before you had some coffee, but seeing how they wouldn't be receiving any awesome presents you thought you should try and be nice (even before your first cup of coffee).
"I was just thinking since-"
"Yo dudes, breakfast is ready!" America yelled from the kitchen interrupting Canada.
You felt your stomach growl (all you ate was that muffin yesterday) and figured whatever Canada had to say could wait- nothing seemed to be as important as getting food at the moment.
You ran to the kitchen, ready to have your stomach filled. You saw what was laid out, and honestly was rather disappointed, a little put off too. Sitting on the table was four bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and coffee. Typically when you'd eat cereal, you'd have milk in the cereal. But not today- the coffee was legitimately in the cereal!
"There's plenty of sugar and half-and-half if needed!" America yelled enthusiastically, while pointing to the sugar pot and partially filled half-and-half container.
"America when I told you to go get us something for breakfast I actually meant it! I didn't mean to go and buy four boxes of the exact same cereal! Even if cereal was an acceptable meal you should've bought some milk at the very least! That was ten pounds that I handed to you- all I brought with us- and you spent it on this!..." England went on and on for so long you decided to stop paying attention.
"Um… Iggy? The cereal's going to get soggy." Canada whispered when England was finally done ranting.
"Yes, you're probably right." England said with a scowl.
You picked up the cereal-coffee combo and took a seat at the wooden table.
The food looked more like something that would come out of the other end than go through the upper one if you catch my drift.
France finally woke up and strolled out of the bedroom.
"Good morning mes amis and (y/n)." France said while doing his stretches.
France just gave you your own group, was that good or bad? Well at least he didn't refer to you as a guy, but he didn't refer to you as a friend. Then again what does it really matter? France is just France, he's not even supposed to be in your world, it's not like you really care or anything…
"Morning France." England said begrudgingly.
"Morning dude! I have the food rea-" America began.
"No offense America, but that so called food of yours is probably going to be the end of us all." England said.
"Hey! That's what I usually tell you, no fair!" America whined.
"Let me look at it…" France walked over to the kitchen and almost fell faint at the sight of it.
"Well, nothing can be worse than England's cooking, but this comes pretty close." France called out while holding the bowl of cereal.
"Hey! My cooking is the finest-"
"Poison for the rats!" France threw in his own words before Iggy had a chance to finish.
You knew it was pointless to stop their argument, and as long as they didn't throw anything, you were going to enjoy as much as you could of America's cereal with Canada.
Finally eleven rolled around and breakfast was over and the dishes were put up. Since you had finished before the boys had, you'd already gotten a head start on the day. You had walked your dog, asked Canada where Mr. Kumajiro was (took you a while to find Canada, he wasn't invisible exactly, it was more like he was in the restroom), checked the mail box and was disappointed to find no paycheck and plenty of utility bills, and you took a shower and changed into your day clothes.
Right now you were sitting at your desk in the living room and was just beginning to map out your day, you always worked intently on this. Trying to make sure every minute of your day would be put to good use, not one good moment be spared, you had too much to do. You began to write down to go to the car dealers but then you remembered-
"Hey (y/n)!" America said, making you squeak a little. You weren't used to being sneaked up on.
"Hey America." You replied, trying to remember what you were just thinking of that was so vital to your day.
"What ya doing?" He asked, looking at your day planner.
"Planning." You were a little frustrated that you couldn't remember the important thought all because of stupid, annoying, irritating - and you just remembered. You immediately wrote down to visit Marley's house. You weren't exactly close friends, but she did introduce you to the coffee shop and helped get you the interview (though it wasn't that hard, the coffee shop didn't have a lot of employees so almost all potential workers were hired). Yesterday when she stopped by the shop to pick up her wallet (she had left it in Peter's office) she told you that tomorrow if you needed company that you could come over (she didn't know that a bunch of guys were staying at your house, so she figured you were a little lonesome) you being who you were wouldn't turn down an offer that could potentially help you in the long run.
"Planning for what?" America asked.
You pointed at the date. "Today, tomorrow and then the rest of the week." You answered.
"Hmm… Well what are we gonna do then?" He asked pulling up a metal chair.
"Yes, what are we going to do?" England asked, walking into the living room.
"Well…" You took the little planner and laid it on your lap.
"First we have to go to the coffee shop and pick up my schedule for the upcoming week, then we have to come back and take Ronnie-" You started explaining your schedule when America interrupted asking: "Who's Ronnie?"
"The dog." You stated flatly.
"Oh! Well that makes sense!" America said.
"Anyways, we have to take him to the park and then go by my friend, Marley's house and chill for a little while. Then if there's anytime left over, we'll run by that one spot you fell from." That was basically it, though it wasn't a particularly long list, it would take a lot of time to get around since you didn't exactly have a car.
"Who's Marle-" Canada began (you hadn't realize he'd entered the room), but was almost immediately interrupted by America.
"So do you have a car?" America said suddenly pumped by the thought of getting behind a wheel.
"No, I don't have a car… It was stolen." You explained how one night it was parked and the next it was gone, you left out the tiny detail that you figured your ex had taken it with him when he had left.
"Oh that sucks dude. Well I'm gonna go get ready! Later!" And with a laugh, America was out of the room.
"Anyways, who's Marley?" England asked, repeating Canada's question.
"She's a co-worker, possibly just an acquaintance but she wants me to come and visit her place." You said with a shrug.
"If she just wants you to come over, then why do we have to come?" England asked, reminding you of how when you were a child you never got why your mother always took you and your brother to run errands even though picking up the laundry and buying some milk only took one person. Every time you asked this you got the same exact reply, "Sometimes it just takes more than one tablespoon of sugar to make the cake sweet." Then she'd smile, stand up, and leave the room, leaving you and your brother confused. For errand running was neither sweet nor did it have cakes. You thought about how really missed your mom… and your brother…. and your dad. Thinking about them brought you close to tears, but then you threw those old memories in the back of your mind and decided to assess England's question, using an old tactic your good mom taught you: never give a clear response and confuse everyone.
"Well you see there's this dude and he needs help and cakes and stuff. So as you can tell, yea… Look Flying Mint Bunny!" You pointed to the wall behind him and quickly left the room, embarrassed by your terrible analogy (though it really wasn't an analogy, more of a scramble of words that your mouth just spat out).
"I don't understand! And that's not Flying Mint Bunny, that's Tinker Bell!" England called after you.
You could here America's laughter coming from the other room, as you left to your bedroom.
In your bedroom you found France rummaging through your dresser.
"Can I help you?" You asked, hoping he was looking through (ex-boyfriend's name's) clothing to find an outfit.
"Yes, mon amie, it seems all of your clothing is too feminine for me, and all of the male clothing is too… bland. Do you have anything more tasteful?" He asked.
(Ex's name) did like his attire to be well suited for his job, as a dentist. But he did keep some weekend clothing in the closet.
"Just check the closet. That's where he kept his weekend clothes, I'm sure you'll find something." You said with a smile, you pointed to the closet right behind Francis and then turned to fix your hair.
"'He'? Mon amie, do you mean to say that you had a lover staying at your place?" You turned to look at France.
"N-no, not at all. I've been single for quite some time." Come on brain! Think of an excuse!
"But you said 'he'? And you do have lots of male clothing, I doubt you kept them for yourself?" He continued.
Why was he so curious? Well he is your houseguest… Might as well just be honest, get it over with and then move on. It wasn't that big of a deal- just an ex-boyfriend…
"Yes, I had a boyfriend." You whispered. You really didn't reveal much about this, your matters were your own matters, not Frances, not America's, not England's nor Canada's, they were yours.
"So who was-"
"Look, I don't want to talk about it."
"Yes, but maybe-"
"I said I don't want to talk about it." He was walking on thin ice right about now. You could feel yourself about to snap if he pestered one more-
"Fine, fine. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to mon amie, but if you ever need a good listener I'll be glad to lend you an ear," France said offering a polite smile.
You nodded and went back to finding another tennis shoe, while France dug through the closet.
_TIME SKIP_
You walked out of the coffee shop, the boys on your heels. You would be working every day next week, except Monday. You were thankful for the work.
"So every day then?" Arthur asked. (So you know when you're out in the world the countries' go by their human names, it would be rather weird if you just yelled out, "CANADA WHERE'D YOU GO!")
"Yep."
"Alright, now where to?" Alfred asked.
You pulled out your planner and saw your next note: pick up Ronnie and take him to the park.
"We have to go back to the house, pick up Ronnie and take him for a walk." You said.
"Ah, the dog." Francis said, he'd been rather quiet through out the errand; maybe he didn't like being cold? Nonsense, if that had been the case he would've complained at least once by now.
The trip home consisted of Alfred and Arthur arguing about who made better movies, while you and Matthew tried to figure out if you could somehow bring Mr. Kumajiro back, and Francis was (for once) being an introvert.
You walked into the house, and Ronnie came sprinting for you.
"Hey Ronnie!" You immediately began cooing over your precious little dog and began telling him how adorable he was before you realized the others were just staring at you and America as you both played with the dog.
"Who's the most adorable doggy! - What? He's a cute dog!" America exclaimed.
"True, but aren't we supposed to be taking him to the park instead of cradling him?" England asked.
"Oh, yea." You went to the hallway closet and pulled out his leash. In a minute you had Ronnie on his leash and was ready to leave.
"Alright we can go now."
~Another Time Lapse~
At the dog park, Alfred couldn't help but pet every dog in sight while Francis couldn't help but flirt with every single girl in the park and Iggy couldn't help but complain that he didn't bring a thick enough jacket and Mattie… Well he didn't do anything wrong. Then again you really couldn't tell, it seemed like he was always disappearing...
You stared out into the park. So many dogs. So many people. You walked over to the park bench getting a little bored of watching people roam around, but what else did you have to do? Well besides go and hang out with Marley and then go and investigate the "portal thing" as Alfred had put it, you really didn't have anything that needed your attention. You looked at your watch. 5 till 4. Had you already spent an hour at the park already? Well, whether it felt like it or not, it was time to get going to Marley's.
You walked over to Iggy who had finally settled down to read a book, rather than complain to you.
"Hey Arthur. It's time to go," You said.
You noticed Francis surrounded by a group of girls. You really didn't want to have to fish him out of there.
"And also, would you get France? I have to find Matthew."
"Huh? Oh, yes, I'll go and retrieve him." Arthur answered with a nod.
Arthur bookmarked his page, and left to bring back Francis.
You then searched around for Matthew. Where would he be? Well it's obvious that he wouldn't be with America. Maybe near the restroom? (You really had to go, so even if he wasn't in the area, you were going to use it)
"Matthew? Oh Matthew. Where are you?" You whispered a few times before slipping into a stall.
~Restroom Time Lapse~
You walked out of the stall and began hunting for Matthew again. Now where would he be? Snack shop? No, this particular dog park didn't have one and there were none near by. Maybe he was climbing a tree or he ran into someone he knew? No he wouldn't know anyone here, besides the group that came with him, there were no other people he would know.
Could it be possible that someone else fell through the portal after them? Nonsense, if that had been the case then the portal still would've been open and the countries could've just jumped back into the "portal thing". But wait maybe Matthew had been kidnapped! Or maybe he got stuck in a tree! Or he tripped over some left out construction supplies and had hit his head on a rock, then had a concussion and now he couldn't remember whether he was Mattie or Alfred! Your mind kept coming up with scenarios of what could be happening to Matthew. Pretty soon you were lost in your thoughts and didn't notice Alfred coming up to you.
"Hey (y/n)!" He called out, making you yelp. You really needed to stop zoning out.
"Hey Alfred. Do you know where Matthew is?" You asked.
"Nah, I haven't seen him since he told me he was going to go and check on France. But anyways, you need to know something! This is really important and serious, okay?!" Alfred was starting to shake.
Gosh, did something terrible happen in the past few minutes you were away in the restroom? You peaked over Alfred's shoulder and saw Arthur lecturing Francis. You wondered what the pair was talking about this time…
"Pretty soon it's gonna be Christmas and we haven't even started planning the Christmas party! Not to mention we don't have a tree! Or presents for that matter!" Alfred whined, his face contorted into a look of horror.
"Oh it's just that." You muttered.
"'Just that'!? For crying out loud! This is a big deal (y/n)!" Alfred then went on and on about how important it was for him to host the best Christmas party and bla-bla-bla.
You looked for Arthur and when you did find him, you attempted to send him brain messages. Help me, England! Help! Or find Canada for me! Thanks for finding France, now get Canada! Sadly your brain transmissions weren't going through, so you were stuck there with Alfred ranting for a solid 5 minutes.
Luckily, after that Canada came back, a smile gracing his features.
You ran to meet up with him and planned to give him a lecture he would surely never forget.
"Matthew!" You hissed.
"Oh, hey (y/n)!" His smile began to fade as he realized you were fuming.
"Did I do something wrong?" He whispered.
You did a quick scan to make sure he wasn't hurt or anything, he was sweating a little despite the cold, but from the looks of it he wasn't hurt. You felt some of your anger slip away.
"Where were you?" You questioned.
"I was at the pond! Me and some other kids went and played pond hockey, it was lots of fun." He answered amusingly.
"Well that doesn't mean you can't run around here without telling me about it." You said rubbing your temple.
"(y/n) I'm an adult, there's no need to worry about me. Plus seeing as I'm a, " He whispered, "Country, I have much more years of experience with life than you do." He smiled politely at you but then apologized for not telling you where he had run off to. "I was just playing some pond hockey with a few kids."
You sighed and let it go, so much for a lecture. The two of you then rejoined the group and Alfred insisted on them ordering hamburgers that evening.
"With what money Al?" You asked shaking your head no, "Besides we have to go meet up with Marley anyways, maybe she has hamburgers."
"Fine…" Alfred grumbled.
Arthur gave you a smile and mouthed 'thank you' and then you and the guys made your merry way to Marley's home.
A/N:
Heyo! Guess who's continuing this fanfic for ya :D THIS GIRL! Heh, I'm so so SO sorry I dropped this fic for so long! Please oh please forgive me! I'm picking this fic up again since I just reread all of your lovely reviews and I realized I couldn't just drop the ball on you guys! I'm sorry though for dropping the ball for a few months ! But have no fear, I'm planning on finishing this fanfic by New Years this year, this fanfic will be completed! Sorry about not getting to the portal part/meeting up with Marley, I just figured this chapter was a bit long and you guys might loose interest or think I over did it if I continued on this chapter! But I did make it longer than usual cause 1) I promised last chapter to do so and 2) I feel really bad about putting this chapter up so late.
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