Love Doesn't Have Words [SLOW UPDATES]

-Recognition-

Property of Russia

It was a little sudden, but Estonia, Slovenia, and Poland wanted to hang out. Apparently, they had a tradition before I came back. Every Saturday, they would go do something together for as long as they could. They'd call it "Squad Saturdays".

Before the incident, Squad Saturdays was something we would all do together. It usually involved coming to my house and playing some game in the backyard. If we were lucky, we'd pester my dad enough for him to take us somewhere fun, maybe to eat, maybe to mess around like the dumb kids we were. I have vivid memories of how I got us banned from every Chuck E. Cheese's in the area, but that's a story for another time.

Since I had returned, they wanted to invite me back to Squad Saturdays. Of course, I agreed, and quickly figured out how spontaneous the plans for these outing had gotten. The day of, we discuss on where to go on a group chat we have, and then get there.

Estonia
So where are we thinking?

Poland
maybe a restaurant? Italian would probably be nice

Me
I don't think restaurants are good for my first day back
We don't need a repeat of Chuck E Cheese's

Slovenia
That poor employee, he only got minimum wage to dress in a mouse suit
he didn't deserve that

Poland
I wonder if he's okay

Estonia
What if we go shopping? I've been meaning to get a few new outfits

Me
I'd be down for shopping
Lord knows I need more hoodies, Ame keeps yoinking them

Estonia
I get it, I'm single

Poland
imagine being single

Slovenia
So who's driving?

Me
I could :)

Estonia
You're so sexy when you're helpful /p

Slovenia
I'm already at Esto's.
See you in a few

Me
Alright ^^

I close my phone and put it in my pocket. They weren't the most functional group, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I grab my things off my nightstand, slipping my wallet into my back pocket and my car keys in my front. Seeing my t-shirt, white with light blue stripes, I decide to tie one of my only hoodies left around my waist in case I get chilly. The only reason I still had it was because it was light purple with white accents, which wasn't America's kinda deal. Besides, he said it looked too cute on me for him to steal. I smile at the thought, and if my cheeks reddened, no one needs to know.

I walk downstairs, and see Belarus on the couch. She was on her phone, not paying attention to the news on the TV at all. I see the reporter mention colder temperatures and praise myself for my choice of clothing.

I pat her head, and wait for her to get to a stopping point to look up at me. "Have you eaten?" I sign to her.

She nods, setting down her phone to sign back, "Dad hasn't." I nodded, letting her go back to her phone.