Not All Scars Heal With Time

An Untimely Visit

These are getting longer. Hope you like them! You're going to have a hard time translated what Alfred said though. Forgetful bastard. Masiyahan!

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A knock came at the door of the large house. A girl in her teens rushed over to answer it. She opened the door to a blonde man in a US bomber jacket with sky blue eyes. She raised an eyebrow in question. "Maligayang pagdating, kung ano ang nagdudulot sa iyo dito?" She asked the man.

"Erm... Ak... o ay... duma... ating upang... uh, makita Jessette" He scrambled, trying to speak in the native language best he could. The servant girl giggled and opened the door wider to let the man in. He walked in hesitantly. Seeing the shoes lined up next to the door he took his off two, knowing how that girl was with wearing shoes indoors.

"Siya ya sa musika kuwarto" She informed him, pointing him down the hallway. He nodded and thanked the servant girl. As he walked down the hall, he heard a piano melody playing, and the faint sound of singing. He couldn't identify the words yet, as he was too far away. When he got close enough he stopped. It was the girl singing. He hadn't heard her sing since, well, since she lived with him.

He didn't want to make her stop playing so he pushed the music door as quietly as he could. He peeked in, seeing the girl play the piano, her fingers flying across the keys carefully. She was singing a new song, one America hadn't really heard. It was a sad song too.

"Ay ito ang buong larawan, o ito lamang ang simula?" She was singing softly to herself. "Ito ba ang paraan ng pag-ibig mo sa akin? Ikaw ay pagkuha ng aking puso, ginamit ko upang subukan at maglakad mag-isa." America stepped in more, trying his hardest not to disturb her. "Subalit sinimulan ko na sa paglaki, at kapag sabihin mo sa akin lamang sa pamamahinga. Sa wakas ako ng pagpapaalam pumunta. Hayaan ko pumunta."

That was when America accidentally let go of the door, making it slam shut behind him. The girl slammed her fingers on the keys out of surprise. She spun around on the wooden piano bench, her brown eyes meeting blue ones. She blinked at him in confusion, then annoyance. She sighed and turned back to the piano, clicking it shut.

She got up and walked over to the American. She still had to look up to meet his eyes. She took a deep breath and tilted her head. "Ano ang betchot are you doing here, Al?" She asked with a surprisingly innocent look. He was taken aback a bit.

"Since when did you curse?" He asked in surprise. The girl raised an eyebrow at the tall man.

"I was raised by a pirate, Alpred. I curse like a sailor." She said with narrowed eyes. America laughed and ruffled her hair.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." He chuckled. The girl sighed and patted her hair back down in a lame attempt to fix it.

"I know you don't like to look at the past but really, ip you keep doing this you'll porget so many tings." She told him softly. "Many of your citizens are already beliebing that the Holocaust itself was made up. The masilya talino." She muttered the last part under her breath. America looked down, trying to avoid her gaze. He felt pressure on his shoulder and looked up a bit. He met the girl's brown eyes again.

"Hey, cheer up now." She said with a bright, contagious smile. "What'd you come here por anyways?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at the American. He laughed and caught her smile.

"Just come to see my friend. Why?" He informed. The girl yawned and looked at her watch.

"Because, hero, I don't know ip you were inpormed or not but it's night here and I'm going to bed." She sighed, walking past him and towards her room. When she saw America following her she sighed yet again, pinching the bridge of her nose.