No Matter How You Change -GerPol-

Chapter 7

Germany POV

I had just gotten out of the shower and put on some clothes when suddenly someone called me. It was America. What does he want now? It was so late that it made me wonder even more. I picked up the phone call.

"Hey buddy, how are you?"

"I'm good. What's the call for?"

"Just wanted to say, that I'm going to pick you up soon."

Pick me up? Why? I don't remember planning something with him.

"Soon? Why?"

"Don't tell me that you forgot about Russia's party."

I slapped myself with a non-existent hand and tried to sound not so stressed about it.

"Ah right! I'm going to be ready in 15 minutes!"

"All right see you then!"

"See you!"

I hung up. I just got out of the shower so it wasn't that bad. When I went to my closet to search for another outfit.I decided to wear a suit.

My hair was slightly wet but it should be dry when we arrive at Russia his house. I took The bag with the present in it and went outside. As expected America was already waiting outside in his car. "Hop in." I look at the empty seats around him. "Isn't Poland with you?"

"No, why should he? He said his coming with Hungary since he can drive." I got inside to the seat next to him. "I can drive as well? You didn't have to pick me up."

"But how would it look like if you came alone?" I just nodded. He was right. Then he started driving. "Why are you dressed so well? Are you trying to impress someone?"

America tried to start a conversation as usual. "No. I thought that if we were going to a party, then you should dress properly. Not?"

"Well yeah, but who cares how you look, when you still get out of the party looking like a mess?" He got a point. All of a sudden he started to drive faster and faster almost driving into some light on the street. "Dude, what are you doing?! Slow down!"

He slowed down. "You're no fun." I just looked at him terrified. "Are you trying to kill yourself or what? Is this what you call fun?" He shrugged his shoulders. "In my language you say no risk no fun or yolo which stands for you only live once."

So he was the type of person who wasn't scared of doing something risky. "I think I'm never going inside your car while you drive ever again." The American laughed. "You're not the first telling me this."

When he parked we finally got out and I felt like after a rollercoaster but then he suddenly pointed at someone. "Oh my gosh. Look! Poland has short hair!" 

I looked at the direction he pointed at and he was right. His hair was still longer than most of the males but still. Something started to fly in my stomach when he looked at us smiled and started waving. It felt like butterflies.

Hungary looked in our direction as well and glared at me. I was confused why he did that but when Poland turned back to him Hungary stopped glaring and also smiled.

We started to approach them. "ready to go to hell?" America laughed. "Well, it doesn't seem like we have another way to go." Poland laughed back. "Oh come on! It won't be that bad." Hungary started.

"You may be good friends with him but we are not really." Poland boxed him in the shoulder but only for fun. "You guys came together?" Poland suddenly looked at me which meant that the question was for me. "Eh- Yes. But I'm never going into his car ever again."