The Island Girl- Hetalia {Unfinished}

Chapter 5

POV Alberta

“Yo, Sask! We actually flew a plane and didn't kill anyone!” I looked at my brother, getting my seat belt off. “Yeah, we did!” He said back. We walked towards the exit of the plane, me grinning hysterically. Once we got off, though, the grin only got bigger as we watched an angry Ontario.

We watched her slap Japan, him stumbling back quite a bit. “Why's she so angry?” I asked, before Sask pointed to Quebec, who held a heart-shaped paper in his hands. Thinking millions of possibilities, I started laughing as she yelled, “I'm getting my hockey stick, and if any of you try to stop me, you'll be the puck!” Damn. Took quite a bit to get Ontario that mad.

Still chuckling, I walked over to Canada and Quebec, who had met up after. “Holy crap,” I said. “That was awesome!” Canada looked pissed off, ready to burst. “That WASN'T awesome! Now I have to make it up to Japan, and she'll be so embarrassed...” He whispered the last part, and I really couldn't hear it. I turned around to see that the other countries (and a terrified island girl) had started coming towards us. I took the time to pull Quebec aside.

“Soooo, what the heck just happened?” I asked. “Well,” He started, telling me the story of the plane ride, and her prank. “That's why your hair is damp.” I said. He nodded. “But what happened after?” He explained the whole apology thing to me, and how Japan had inexplicably made it into a heart. “I'm pretty sure she didn't ask him to make a heart.” “Yeah, she probably wanted it to be a little bit more violent.”

With that, Canada finished apologizing and we all started heading home, Canada bringing his guests along with him.

POV- Quebec

I guess I had mixed emotions about it all. I mean, it definitely wasn't fun getting water dumped on me and finding peanuts in places peanuts should never be. 'Speaking of which...' I thought, finding another peanut in my shoe. 'Either Ontario has great aim, or is just cruel. She does fit into one of those categories.' Well, at least I was going to be back home, and get to relax for a while before the party.

Suddenly, I caught myself thinking of the apology note. It was surprising at first, but I guess I'd always known it was a dumb joke from that anime lover. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought of...her. We always teased each other, fought with each other, and I hadn't thought a thing about it. Sure, she probably asked Japan to make a handgun or something, but the way she reacted just got me thinking.

'And I'm probably going to have to see her at the party,” I thought. 'Since it's in one of her cities.' I chuckled at the thought of trying to bash her head in with my hockey stick. What? We've done this for years. I turned on the radio once I got into my house. Suddenly, Miley Cyrus's 7 Things started playing (A/N Yeah, it's an old song, but it fits. Shut up.). When it reached the chorus, all I could think of was Ontario. It fits perfectly in our situation.

Okay, maybe I like her a bit. Just a bit, though! 'I still don't forgive her for siding with that idiot anglais.' I thought, knuckles clenching at the memory of a younger Ontario fighting for the English side. Of course, at that time, we were known as Upper and Lower Canada, but I'm not here to give you a history lesson.

I sighed as I turned off the radio and got into bed, tired from the long day. 'At least this time I won't get drenched.' I smiled.

POV- Canada

I hadn't seen all of what happened, but it was over with. I'd told Japan I was sorry, and we were on our way to my house, where the Axis, Allies and Romano and the island girl would stay for the days leading up to Canada day- my birthday.

Ontario had insisted a party was in order to show everyone how much national pride Canadians have. Basically, that means we party and drink Canadian beer. Lots of it. And don't forget the road hockey! Wait, Ontario...hockey sticks...this wasn't a very good idea.

I resisted the urge to smack my head against the wall of my house as we got inside. The rooms were divided by groups of two- Italy and Romano, China and Japan, England and France, Russia and Germany, America and I. As for the island girl, she gets her own room. Of course, I decided this once France asked if he could share a room with her. Her room is right beside Germany's, you know, just in case. After, we split up to get some rest.

When I woke up, I smiled. 'Well, I didn't hear any screaming during the night. That's a good sign.' I got up and went to my brother, who somehow managed to fall out of his bed, and lightly kicked him. “It's morning.” His eyes flew open, and he got up. “Are you gonna make pancakes?” I laughed. “America, I make pancakes every morning. It's like a ritual.”

I went down to the kitchen to start breakfast. After about an hour, I made enough pancakes for all of us with my Canadian-ness. I sniffed the fresh aroma of the pancakes, putting some aside for America to start on, and went to check on the others.

I went to see the Italians first, who were very reluctant on getting out of bed, but ended up coming down at the thought of my beautiful pancakes. Next was the room I was dreading the most. I knocked first, until a disheveled Germany answered. I told him breakfast was ready, and asked him to wake Russia up. He did as asked, and it earned him a 'Kol' from the other country. After that was the island girl's room. I stayed a few feet away from her and spoke softly, so she wouldn't be afraid of me. It went better than planned, her padding down the stairs quietly. China and Japan were already awake, and I didn't have to really tell them anything, as they could smell the food. Then, what happened after, I really don't want to remember.

I kinda felt bad for England when I'd put him in a room with France. I mean, they grew up together, and he did know how to push the frenchman away, but still. So, I figured I'd done the right thing when I ran out of the room when they were fighting and I almost got hit by a lamp.

I went downstairs to see a bunch of very happy, pancake munching people. I got myself a plate, and sat down. Germany was the first to notice something was off. “Where are England and France?” I stopped mid-bite, then swallowed. “Oh, um, they're destroying their room. I kinda left when they started throwing stuff.” He groaned and left the table. When he returned, he had a miffed englishman and a mortified frenchman.

Something tells me he'd threatened them. Whateves.

So, breaking the silence, I turned to the island girl to ask her how she slept last night. She softly smiled, telling me she'd slept well. We had a conversation that went through breakfast, random topics every moment.

All of the sudden, my phone started ringing. “Hello?” “Hey Canada.” “Toronto?” I asked. The girl seemed to never call, especially when she was told to. “Yeah.” “O-oh, what a surprise! What are you calling about?” “Ontario's been acting different.” She said. “What do you mean by different?” “Like, less violent and stuff. It's kinda getting to me, since she came home all angry, but didn't break anything.” I paused for a moment. “I'll be right there, just make sure to keep an eye on her.” “Okay, bye.” I hung up.

The others looked kinda worried when I hurried to get up and tripped over my chair. I jogged over to my car and started the engine. Sure I was leaving my guests, but family comes first. I can't leave my sister for anyone else.

I parked and immediately got out when I'd reached Ontario's house. I had a clue of what was going on, but I had to make sure. When I reached the door, Toronto had already swung it open. I hadn't seen her in a few months, and she'd already gotten a different hairstyle; Black with neon blue streaks, grown out. She looked as worried as she could manage, being Toronto, and led me to Ontario's room, which had a new 'Stay Out' sign on a completely new door. I could only imagine.

When Toronto left me to deal with the province, I knocked on the door. When she didn't answer, I decided to invite myself in. Creaking the door open, I was met with a light green colored room, with various pieces of furniture spread about. As usual, all was a mess, and Ontario sat on the floor.

As she looked up at me, I saw the hurt and confusion in her eyes, things rarely seen among her bossy demeanor. Being the brother I am, I had to take action. “What's wrong?” I sat down beside her. She didn't answer, only turned away. I put my arm around her shoulder and said, “I'm your brother, you can tell me anything. Sure, you can be a jerk sometimes, but you're still my sis.” Then she hugged me. “You really think you can help me?” She sniffled. “Well, yeah, unless it's a girl problem.”

“…”

Maybe this is going to be harder than I thought.