AHA! Another chapter! Sorry about grammar yet again. Also, I must make a note right now while a can that this story will have emotional scenes later on ... I'm hoping. I just wanted to let you all know.
Well, um ... Happy Easter!
Disclaimer: (Really now?) I don't own anything!
England's P.O.V.
I had been caught red handed and now here I was sipping a cup of tea at a small table across from Hungary in her kitchen. Just a few seconds before, the Hungarian had brought the idiot and the other idiot their coffee and came back to sit with me. She had offered tea to me as well and I took her up on that offer. Drinking tea always calmed the nerves. As we continued to sit there not saying a single word, a question popped into my head. How the hell did she know I was there? I mean. Its not like I made a bunch of noise … I hope.
I just didn't get it. I was born to be sneaky! Well technically I wasn't but you know what I mean! I refuse to believe that I was so stupid enough to make a mistake while snooping around!
The frustration must've been obvious on my face because Hungary broke the silence by asking, "England, are you alright?"
"Of course not," I answered simply. "I was caught. By a woman no less!"
She frowned at the statement. Oh, I forgot that she didn't like sexist comments. "Excuse me but I do not see the difference from being caught by a man and being caught by a lady," she practically growled. Ladies should not growl. They should leave it to the dogs. Although I thought this I didn't speak it. For centuries I have eluded that frying pan and I didn't want to cross its path now. "I am sorry for that rude remark. I will watch what I say next time."
Her face seemed to relax but it still emitted the words, 'say something like that again and I will hurt you!'. Ladies really shouldn't threaten nor should they be hitting guys (Prussia the exception). "But anyway, I demand to know how the hell I was caught! Its just so outrageous!" I said in a firm whisper.
She giggled at this.
"I also demand to know what's so funny!"
Halting her snickers she spoke, "You demand?"
"Yes, I demand! Now are you going to tell me how you found out my prescence here or not?!" I was really hoping Italy and America couldn't hear me from the other room. I couldn't let them know I was here … but this woman was making it hard!
"England, you made plenty of noise. How could I not have found out?" she explained.
"I did not! I was perfectly quiet!"
"Also, you never ducked quick enough. I saw the top of your head several times." She began to giggle once more. She was being awfully giddy today wasn't she? "But don't worry, I won't tell America or Italy that you were following them, alright?"
My eyes widened in surpirise. "You won't?" I asked for assurance, setting my teacup down. Hungary nodded. "Why not? Besides, they want to surprise everyone. If they found out you already knew they would be terribly upset," was her reasoning. "Does anyone else know about their 'quest to become smart'?"
My mind wandered. Who else knew? Let's see …. I'm pretty sure its just Germany, Japan, and I. "No one else besides, Japan and Germany."
She smiled warmly and with a loving gaze. "Ah, that's fine. I've known Germany nost of his life and I'm pretty sure he knows what's right. Japan too. They are very bright."
I nodded. "Yes, I agree." I noted that her gaze looked very motherly, which made me ask, "How long have you known Germany?"
"Is this a trick question?" she laughed. "Hmm … I've known Germany … lets just say for many centuries. I was rivals with Prussia before Germany came around and hung out with that unawesome albino regularly so I guess I'm like Germany's big sister." Her smile seemed sad as she concluded, "Although during the middle of the Second World War that didn't seem to be the case."
I knew exactly what she was talking about. Germany had treated her and her citizens with cruelty at the time. It seems to me she's still not over it.
"I'm also starting to feel as though I'm America's older sister as well." When she saw my expression she quickly felt guilty. I wondered what I looked like. Did my face seem shocked, confused, lonely, sad? I wish I knew. "What I meant to say w-was that I-"
"It is alright. The bond america and I shared shattered two whole centuries ago. It does not matter," I muttered, my eyes glaring down at the table.
"That's not true!" exclaimed Hungary, slamming her hands onto the table, causing my tea to spill. "Oh, I-I'm sorry! Hold on-"
"Miss Hungary?!"
"Hey, is everything alright?!"
Hungary showed a pained expression as she grabbed a wet rag and shouted back, "Y-Yes! Everything is fine! Shout when you are done with the packet!"
Furiously she rubbed the tea that had spilled onto the table. Back and forth her hand went and I watched with a blank expression. What had she meant by, 'that's not true'? Of course it was true … of course it was ….
The two of us stayed silent as she finished cleaning off the table. By that time, America had shouted for her assistance in the living room. Hungary immidiately retreated towards the two boys in hopes of fleeing the awkward silence that had surrounded us.
The bond America and I shared broken … of course it was.
Germany P.O.V.
I knew exactly where Romano had taken me. The two of us stood outside of Russia's house in the cold weather. He stood behind me clenching my shoulder harshly and shaking like a damn chihuahua. Staring ahead, his eyes narrowed in on the red door in front of me. Why did he have to be so annoying sometimes?
"Romano, vhy are ve here exaclty?" I asked as calmly as I could.
"Shut your damn mouth," was his rather rude reply. Reaching over my shoulder, he hesitantly pushed the door bell. Once it rang throughout the house, Romano sprinted away and into a very far away bush.
He gave me an annoyed look and held a thumbs up. "Good Luck you Potato Bastard," was what I could make out.
That idiot! He was not going to chicken out on me when I didn't even know what he was here for!
Suddenly, the red elaborate door before me opened and Russia stepped out, a rather disturbing smile on his face. "Oh, hello my friend (Me: I am not your friend). What brings you here to my lovely home?"
I thought about it and then remembered once again that Romano was the one who had something to say to Russia so I quickly ran off, grabbed the stupid Italian by his shirt and raced back, huffing. "Ask him. He is the one who brought me here."
"What the hell, Potato Bastard?! Why did you give me up you imbecile?! I thought we were Amici!" Romano shouted as I dropped him.
Typical Romano to say we're friends when he feels his life is in danger. "You brought me here, now tell Russia vhat you vanted to say," I practially scolded.
Romano frowned at me. "Why you- Wait … you're not worth my time you damn Potato Bastard." His glare was now on Russia who was still smiling. "GIVE MY BROTHER BACK YOU DAMN COMMIE JERK! I know you have him!"
Wait, what?
"My brother has been acting strange lately and hasn't shouted Pasta or Germany once in the past few days! Either he was black mailed or he was sick! I choose blak mailed!" Romano continued. "Now he is missing! What do you have to say about that, bastard?!"
Did he just say Italy had been acting weird? Well of course he has been acting weird. He's trying to be smart … Oh, I forgot Romano doesn't know. Now he's picking a meaningless fight with Russia, the dummkopf. I have to stop this.
"Hold on Romano-"
"Tell me where he is now!"
A look of confusion flashed over Russia's face but it was immediately replaced with his signature smile, although this time it looked even creepier. "Of course, your brother. Italy is in my home. Would you like to come in?"
Oh Scheiße.
"I'M COMING FOR YOU FRATELLO!" Romano shouted and began to run into Russia's house.
"HE'S LYING YOU DUMMKOPF!" I screamed.
Unfortunately, Romano wasn't paying attention to me so I quickly grabbed hold of his waist and pulled him closer to me. Immediately I carried him away from the house ignoring his protests. A dark aura surrounded Russia but I ignored him.
"Don't touch me you potato bastard! Why are you stopping me from getting my Fratello?! Oh wait, I forgot, you're a BUTT CROTCH!"
There was silence.
Finally, I gave him a confused look. "That does boes not even make sense."
"Shut your damn face, jerk!" was his only response.
Prussia's P.O.V.
I was so freaking bored. Oh wait hold on … you're probably wondering why I have my own P.O.V. considering I've only been in this story once. Well, I'll tell you the answer. It is because … I AM AWESOME!
Anyway, I sat on Germany's couch, bored as hell, switching from one channel to the other with the tv remote. This was so unawesome. I needed something awesome to do that was on par with my awesomeness! But what? I could always pester Austria … hmm …. I'm gonna have to think about that-
HELL YEAH! Let's pester some Austrian boot-ay!
Not even bothering to turn off the tv, I grabbed a few bucks and raced out the door on my way to Austria's house. Wait … how was I going to get there exactly? Well, since Italy and America used the train already, I'll probably just take a cab. So I rushed to a busy street and waved for a cab. After three unawesome minutes of waiting one finally came to rescue me from my boredom. Unfortunately the unawsome cab driver kicked me out once I said I was going to Austria so I was stuck taking the train. Man, this day was turning out unawesome …
By the time I arrived at a train station, twenty minutes had gone by. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the money that I had snatched from West's house. He wouldn't mind right? Who am I kidding, he'd be so pissed but who was I to care. I always do stuff like this, that's the kind of older brother I am. He should get used to it.
I scoured the area for the ticket line. Finally I layed my awesome eyes upon the ticket booth and raced to get in line before this weird glasses dude could. I AM AWESOME!
Wait, hold on … weird glasses dude … who had dark hair …. Who also wore lavish clothing … Hold the fucking phone! Slowly I turned around hoping that what was going on through my head was not true. There standing behind me was … THIS RANDOM DUDE I HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE! YES! Is what I wish I had seen but the unawesome truth was that it was …WTF it was Austria!
This ruined my plan! I was going to make howling noises while he played piano to piss him off, next I was going to sneak into his room, steal his under wear, and replace it with Lizzie's! Kesesese … Don't ask how I got them, just keep in mind that the image had a pink pair of panties, a frying pan, and me on the floor bleeding to death (althought technically I can't die).
Austria's eyes widened in surprise once he saw my face. Come on scream! I dare you to!
Unfortunately he didn't scream … Austria you suck. Instead he frowned. "I didn't expect to see you here Prussia."
"And I didn' expect to see the unawesome you either," I retorted. This guy could really piss me off. "Where are you going anyway?"
He huffed dramatically and crossed his arms. "That's really none of your business but if you must know I am going to visit Elizabeta."
"Why would she want to be visited by you? You don't bare the awesomeness that surrounds me."
"Oh, halt die Klappe," he snorted.
"Why don't you?!"
He lifted his hand and wiped his face with it, yet again dramatically, "There is no need to spit."
That caused me to growl. I was going to kill this-wait, I can't kill this guy … yet. Aha! The awesome me has just thought of a greast idea! Keseses …
"You know what," I spoke. "I'll come with you. I wouldn't mind paying Lizzie a visit either."
Austria's face was one of surprise again. Ha! "R-Really now? I would say no but you're you. (Me: HEY!) Once we get into Hungary I would like to stop by a flower shop and get Elizabeta some flowers. You will have to come with me and then we can go, alright?"
I grinned evilly at him. "Kesese, of course. That's perfectly awesome …"
Prussia is so awesome. In any case, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! :)