I'm baaack! This one is kind of... well, you'll see...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Maka's POV
After THAT confusing bit of country/human-turns-pirate-then-back-to-country/human-type thing, everything seemed back to normal. England was trying to drink away his troubles, Crona was fighting off Ragnorak, Prussia was drunkenly shouting "BOGEN FUR DAS EHRFURCHTIGE ICH!"... Wait one freakin' second! When did he and Tsubaki get back...?
That is until I heard a erkingly bored, annoying, voice say "Who's book is this? The title is "How Kishin's Can Be Saved: The true story of Samta Rolain." I looked up, with shock and checked my bag. How the hell did my book fit in that hat? Let alone even escape into the hat? Goddammit. THIS MAKES NO SENSE! THIS DEFIES THE LAWS OF PHYSICS! Wait... you hunt demons for a living. This should be nothing. Hehehe. Nope, still bothering you.
"Well?" a certain red-eyed weapon's voice breaks you out of your mind-batteling "Are you just going to sit there looking in your bag like an idiot, or are you gonna go in the closet with me?"
I sigh "Fine, let's just check again to make sure my 'dad' isn't here."
"Do you really think he's gonna follow you here?"
"You don't know my dad..."
"So he stalks you? That's kinda creepy."
"Well..."
Suddenly somene's pushing us into the closet. "You, like, can talk later! Just, like, totally get in there already dude and dudette!" Poland's really annoying voice yelled. Seriously, does he have to talk like that all the time? It get's old. I just don't see how poor Lithuania, err, Toris, can put with him.
(Since Maka's gonna get sidetracked by the most random details ever let's go over to someone else :P)
Soul's POV
Who reads a biography of some boring old geezer? Wait... I think I remember something about an essay due next week... Oh well. Next week is next week, no need to worry about it. Then suddenly, BAM! I get shoved in a closet. With my meister. And the very same person I've been ccrushing over for the past few years. When I say crush I don't mean 'crush' I mean 'CRUSH'. As in close to love, borderline obssesive.
Fine obssesive might be to strong a word. How about 'overprotective'? Ya, that's the word. I only know these over-complecated ords 'cause Maka forced me to read and memorize an entire DICTIONARY! Seriously, who needs to know the meaning of Echeneididae is a fish with a sucker-thing on its head? I dont.(I am extremly proud of spelling that right! Also remembering that from science!)
The door closed with a resounding slam, and I heard the lock click with a fatal snap. Maybe I'm spending to much time with France...
With my eyes still adjusting to the darkness I accidently tripped over a boot. Smooth. Especially since I collided heads with Maka. Damn! Does she have a rock for her skull instead of bones?
"Dammitt." I muttered "So not cool."
"Well no! I din't notice! Did you? Because I certainly didn't! When did you notice? Just now? Or maybe it was before then?" Maka's voice was dripping with sarcasm. Just one of the many weapons she uses instead of me,
"So how did my book get in the hat? Because I certainly didn't put it in! Did you see anyone? I suspect America, Patty, Lliz, or Spain. How would my book even fit in the hat? Let alone all the other stuff in the hat. Am I rambling? I bet I am. I ramble when I'm nervous. But I bet you noticed that. I mean we've been partners for about two years already. Or has it been three? Oh well. Wait. When I said nervous, I meant socially! Not fighting kishins or anything! I'm just, mph!"
I finally couldn't take her talking anymore. The only time I've seen her ramble like that it was when Blackstar brought alchohal to some end of term party. She's probably only had a few shots, she's a light weight.
I pulled away and whispered "Will you stop talking? It's really annoying and really not cool."
"What the hell was that for?! you could have just asked me to shut up you know!" Maka glared at me trying to look scary. It was working, I was terrified.
"Well, that was the only way I deemed cool enough."
"Of course, you would. Judging everything by how 'cool' it is! Apparently you think Blair is 'cool' enough for you!"
Oh, so this is about Blair now? What the... oh. Oh god. This morning Blair decided to give me her 'special' wake up calls. Again. Doesn't Maka know I only like Blair as a friend. Even though Blair is super hot, she's more idiotic than America and Blackstar combined.
"Maka, Iisten to me..." suddenly the door flew open and light flooded the room. "You *hic* better not be *hic* doing thingany in myyy closet" a super drunk England yelled.
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I'm not dead y'all! I had this really huge project due, and all this othe shit going on in my life. My scool is being totally dickish right now, cause they made us clean out our lockers two weeks before school started. And then they won't let us us any type of bag while we still have to carry all of our crap! And I know I probably sound like a whiny bitch right now, but I'm just kinda angry. Anyways sorry for not updating. And I also apologize for this being crappy and short. I'm just feeling lazy.
Translations: BOGEN FUR DAS EHRFURCHTIGE ICH- Respect the awesome me.
