The one for me

03: Friends.

France soon left, as she had other things that she needed to do. I waved her goodbye at the front door, before shutting it behind me. I checked the weather. Today would be a sunny day. I decided to go to water my plants.

I went into my back garden with my hosepipe. I began to water my flowers. My favorite flowers of all time were the stunning bloodred roses that I had at the end of my garden. I was watching them, whistling happily to myself when I noticed someone was calling me on my phone. I sighed, and answered.

"Hello?" I asked, trying to find out who it was. "Sup, dude!" A voice on the other end of the phone practically yelled. I didn't need a physical answer to know who it was, it was America. "Hey. What do you need?" I asked, continuing to hold my hosepipe towards the roses. "You wanna hang out today? Me and Canada will be there! We're going to the bowling alley!" He said enthusiastically. I thought about it for a second. Do I want to be stuck with a loud American for the day? I decided to agree, as I wanted to be a good best friend. "Of course!" I replied, looking at my flowers. The water had drenched the soil beneath. This would be great for the flowers. "Awesome! See you at 1PM!" America replied, before hanging up.

I continued to water my flowers when a football came out of the air and landed on my beautiful bloodred roses. I identified where it came from. It was from over my neighbor's fence. "Damn it!" I angrily cursed under my breath. I looked over the fence, it was the neighbor's kid. I tried not to be too angry. "Your ball destroyed my flowers." I said, before placing the ball back over the fence. The kid just looked up at me, before starting to play again. I sighed, before lowering myself back into my garden. I'd have to grow new roses.

Soon, 1PM came. I got ready and left out. We were told to meet outside of the bowling alley.

Soon, I arrived. America and Canada were already there. I walked upto them. When America saw me, he hugged me. He was practically squeezing me. "You made it!" He said, letting go of me and patting my back so hard I stumbled forwards. Canada just smiled and waved, before looking down awkwardly. Canada was always shy, but good at heart, and very patient. His patience was a large contrast to mine and America's, as we would lose our patience pretty quickly.

We soon made our way into the bowling alley and began to play. America excitedly ran to a bowling lane. "Prepare to get beaten!" He loudly exclaimed, full of energy. "Oh! It's on!" I replied.

We soon started to play, and so far America was winning, until I came right in with the strike and overtook him. Soon, there was a friendly but heated competition between us.

Eventually, to our surprise, Canada ended up winning the whole thing. He had gotten multiple strikes, which caused him to quickly overtake us in points. "No way, dude! That's unexpected, but sick!" America said, adjusting his sunglasses. "Yeah! Amazing!" I agreed, putting my thumbs up. "Hey, I'm hungry. We should find somewhere to eat!" America said, patting his stomach. "Yeah." Canada replied. That was the first time I heard him speak since we first began hanging out today. His voice was soft, and quiet, but oddly soothing to the ears.

We eventually decided to go to a McDonald's. We got two 20 chicken mcnuggets shareboxes, with one large fries each, one large drink each, and mozzarella sticks. We were soon full after all of this food. "Gosh, I am full!" I said, leaning back into the uncomfortable McDonald's booth. "Yeah." Canada replied. This word was the only word he has been saying so far. "Hey! I heard that you've been hanging out with France alot, Britain! Do you like her as more than friends or something?" America asked, a cheeky grin on his face. I found myself blushing.

But it was true. I did like France. Alot. The way her beautiful eyes looked, the clothes she wore, her hair, the things that she does. I just find them so beautiful.

"Okay! Fiiine, I do. But you better not tell her!" I said, pointing at America, pretending to be stern in a playful way. America rose and lowered his eyebrows. "I knew it! Hahahahaha!" America bashed the table in a playful manner. "America, you're going to bring attention to yourself." I said. America stopped bashing the table like a mad man. "Don't I always?" America said, crossing one leg over the other and putting his hands behind his head, leaning into the booth. "Only because of how loud you are and your obnoxious ego." Canada said, smirking. I was not expecting him to say that.

Soon, we began to make our way home. We said our goodbyes, and went separate ways. Once I got home, I relaxed for the rest of the day.