Babysitting the Countries

Fin~

~Much, much later~

It had been sometime since you last saw Alfred and Matthew, or their 2ps. It was getting rather boring and quiet at home and you didn't like it very much. So naturally when you heard someone knock on the door you thought it was one of the boys. Sure enough, when you opened the door, James was on the other side. You shivered as you felt the cold wind from outside. It picked up your (h/color) hair and tossed it back. James came in and shut the door behind him. "What brings you here today?" you said to the Canadian man. He sat down on the familiar couch, tempted to pull you down with him, but doing no such thing. "I'm taking you ice skating," he said, grabbing the remote. "Wait, right now?" you said, surprised. What was this all about? He nodded. You quickly ran upstairs to your room and slipped on your (f/show/band) shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Then, you grabbed your (f/color) jacket and ran back downstairs. James hadn't moved from his spot on the couch, but was now scowling at a hockey game. You cleared your throat, making him turn and....wait. Was he blushing? No. A figment of your imagination. Sure, the neck line of your shirt was a bit low, but still.... "Come on, let's go." James stood up and walked out the door. You grabbed your keys and locked the door behind you, following behind James to his car.

After you left, Allen and Alfred snuck into your house. Well, they didn't exactly sneak in. You gave them keys. That's besides the point. They were in your house now. They both carried a box containing decorations and the like. Oliver skipped inside with a box of cupcakes. He giggled as he placed them on the counter. Arthur walked in after him carrying a stack of books. "What are we doing here exactly?" he asked the others in the room after placing the books down beside the cupcakes. "We're throwing (y/name) a party," Alfred said. He placed his box on the floor. Allen placed the box he had on top of that one. "She took care of us when you guys couldn't, so we're throwing her a party!"

You stared out the window of the car. The browning leaves of the trees were blurred, their colors blending together because of Every now and then James would glance over at you, and you would glance over at him. It's been a while since you two have gone ice skating together. What was odd about this trip was that you were the one to request the last one. This time he told you that you were going out. Going out.... What an odd thought. Makes it kind of sound like a date doesn't it? You laugh to yourself, alerting James's attention. He pulled over in front of the skating rink. He gave you an odd look before you hopped out of the car. No way were you telling him what just went through your head!

No one else was there, enforcing the idea of this being a date. Or a distraction.... Not that it mattered at the moment. You were playing hockey! You learned to love the sport, along with baseball, after hanging around America and Canada for a while. And you were pretty good too. At the moment the score was tied. And James was giving you that smile that you rarely ever got from him. It was a shame that no one else ever really saw that smile. It was nice. While you were distracted, James slid past you, stealing the puck, and heading towards the goal. With a startled shout you shot after him. He turned to see you on his heels. Your speed was causing your (h/color) hair to fly behind you a bit. Heat rose to his face and he turned, unsure about his reaction at the moment. You were too excited to notice. You stole the puck and shot from where you were. It slid to the goal, but not in it. You looked back at James. He looked back at you. Together, you flew to the other end of the rink. Lucky for you, you reached the puck first and tapped it in the goal. "Woo! Take that James, I won!" you shouted as you went around the rink one last time. He watched as you did, leaning on the wall. "Sure. I let you win," he said. You laughed at that. "When do you ever let people win? You just don't want to admit to losing to a girl." You weren't entirely wrong, but you weren't entirely right either. He started off like that, going easy on you. But then you got too far ahead and he decided to actually try. So, in response to that you did the same. As you went past him a second time you heard his phone ring. Curious, you stopped by him to listen in on the conversation. "....Alright. We'll be over," James said. Disappointment. There was no conversation to listen to in the first place! "Come on," he said coming off the ice and pulling you along with him. "We're going back to your place."

Alfred was waiting in anticipation. When would that guy be back with (y/name)? And would she like the party? What was he saying, of course you would! He did plan it after all. And everyone knew that his parties were the best! Oliver was looking out the window. Suddenly he let out a shrill shriek that scared everyone to death. "They're back!" he said. They heard you talking as you walked up to the door. The lights were on, so the others must be here. But for what? "Why couldn't we stay any longer?" you said, opening the door. Upon walking through the entrance you were attacked by a very pink man. "Surprise!" he shouted into your ear. You turned around to look at James, who had an odd grin on his face. Looking at Allen and Alfred, you saw that they had matching grins. "What did you-"
"We threw a party to say thanks!" Alfred said, well, shouted. Thanks? Say thanks for what? A blond man stumbled through the doorway holding a box. "Matt!" you shouted. You were wondering what was missing. "Hey dude, you're late!" More shouting from the American. Matthew was trying to catch his breath. He looked up at his brother apologetically. "Sorry...." he said. You (finally) walked in the house and sat on the couch. Everyone crowded around you, except Arthur. Oliver was shoving cupcakes in your face. Matthew sat beside you, placing the box between you both. Laughing, you pushed the cupcakes away. "I'll eat one after I open this!" you said to him. James handed the box to you. What could it be? Hopefully nothing dangerous. But you knew your boys well, and they wouldn't get something like that. Especially if they sent Matt of all people to get it. Some you opened the box. To your surprise you saw a camera. A brand new camera. Your other one had broken a while ago and you missed a lot of picture opportunities. Apparently, they paid more attention to you than you thought. "Thanks you guys," you said softly. Idea! You had an idea! You jumped up off the couch and ran into another room to retrieve your tripod. You proceeded to usher them all outside and put the camera on the tripod. "What are we doing?" Allen asked. You could hear how annoyed he was in his tone, but you didn't care. You smiled back at him. "Taking a picture of course!" You set the timer and ran over to them, smiling. Even if they wanted to, you didn't want to forget this.