OH MY LORD WHAT WAS THAT?! IT FELT LIKE A DEMON WAS TRYING TO KILL ME! HOW DID IT STOP?! WHY DID IT STOP?! DOES A GHOST HATE ME OR SOMETHING?! DID I DO SOMETHING BAD?! MY I GOING TO D-
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America
Of course. Who else would it be?! He's such a...a.... DICK! Just because I'm younger than him, that does not give him the right to pick on me!
I stomp down the stairs, march though the living room, and slam open the door. God, I'm furious! "OK America! Real funny! Hardy Har har, I'm laughing my butt off! You are defiantly the prank master! NOW GO AWAY!" I wait to see him dying laughing, and tease me about being too sensitive.
Nothing. Not even wind to rustle leaves. Not even cars to go by, just silence. REALLY?! NOT EVEN A SNICKER! Well, I'll show him. "OK, you're obviously aren't hear." I step out side quickly before I slam the door. I wait...1 minute...2 minutes...5 minutes...10 minutes...He's not there. I don't waist any more of my time.
I can't believe I just wasted 10 minutes waiting for something I know that wasn't coming. I brush Kuma's hair on my bed on for a wile. Did the neighbors think I needed a mental hospital? Did I wake anyone? Did I wake up a baby? Did I start an arrangement between a couple? Am I going to be the reason a couple brakes up?! I bet they had planned to get married too. What if the baby I woke up starts the next fight between them, and it would have never happened if I just calmed down?
It's way to late for anxiety,even at this hour. "I should go to bed, shouldn't I?"
"I don't care."
"*sigh* Alright I go to bed."
"Okie-dokie" He crawls of of me and curls up in his bed. I turn of the light, and do my best not to feel guilty.
For hours I could only dream of sleep. Would I see "Prussia" again if I did? What else would I dream about?
OOOOooooOoooooo I'ma ghost..." It sounded so fake that all I did was sit up in my bed, and give it a *I'm 1000% done with your shit right now* look.
" The boy isn't falling for your games, Rome."
"Oh, he'll come around eventually...OOOoooooOoOoo feAr mE." I could believe that the first voice was the Roman Empire because of that day Germany was freaking out that he had saw him. I couldn't tell the second voice, though.
It sound like a mix between a Swedish accent and German accent. Probably the ancient that ruled over that area.
"Um...If you're the Roman Empire, I know who you are....You don't have to do that."
"OH Crapola! I was trying to do my best to scare you!" After he said that, the voice behind him hummed a note that signaled that he was right. "Shut up you grumpy sausage! You just through me off so he wasn't scared anymore"
"I didn't even say anything" I could tell he was smiling on the inside, because he did, in fact, say something. Just not with words.
"Yes you did! You were trying to say,"I told you so" so there! Are you happy! I said it! You are always doing this to me saying I'm too much, but so are you! You always want me to be a salty sausage like you!..." As he bickered longer, they seemed to have the same relationship as papa's, but more...Italian.
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Holy shit I am so sorry for not updating in 5 months. I really hope you'll still enjoy the story and my new, terrible writing still fits his character.
