What is... "Home"? (Hetalia Fanfic, Part 2)

Chapter 120~!

There was a month left to go until the end of the school year, and I was a little anxious along with a few other countries.  

"Aaaww, after the end of-a the year I won't be able to see you as-a much..." Italy said sadly when he came to that realization on our way to third period gym.  

I smiled at him. "I know, but it's not like we'll never see each other again." 

Italy panicked at my choice of words, so I quickly relented. "Wait, what I mean is that we'll still see each other after the year ends! I'll be living with Canada, we already agreed to it earlier. So I'm sticking around, okay?" 

He opened his mouth wide and threw his arms around me. "Vee~! I'm-a so happy to be hearing that! We can still make pasta together, si?" 

"Si," I replied, laughing when we continued on to class like that. "Hey there, Don Juan, you gonna let a girl breathe?" 

He let me go only after pecking my cheek gently. "Hey, what was that for?" 

"It was for good luck~" he told me. "I want us to be friends even after we find out who you are, okay?" 

"Wanna pinky swear on it?" I suggested.  

"Yay!" We locked pinkies for a moment, both nodding in unison. We seemed to stay in unison for the next twenty seconds, because when the bell rang to signal that start of third period we made the same sound of exclamation and raced to get to our class.  

"We dawdled!" the two of us yelped, glancing at each other.  

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"Finals, finals, finals, finals~" Rayn was singing over and over to herself as she passed out papers at random.  

"What?" America yipped not unlike Zip. "Finals? Seriously?" 

Our teacher giggled like a little girl and handed out the last packet. "Of course! This way we get it out of the way before all the other classes!"  

"I like that plan!" I announced, and was met with agreements across the room. 

"So, for my final test, and this is very important, I want you..." She paused for effect. "to... describe your perfect mate!" 

"M-Mate?" I whispered to myself in surprise. "Why something like that...?" 

"Huh?" It was England's turn to speak out. "You mean, what we find attractive in an individual?" 

"Exactly!" Her next giggle followed a long swig from a can of generic orange soda. "Heehee~ Just write a paragraph or two about the sort of person you would want to be with in a romantic way. By the way, BTT, write something explicit and you'll find out just how good I am at sticking people to the ceiling with duct tape~" 

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"Weird topic for a final..." Melina said to herself as America, Canada, France, and she were walking down a courtyard path, enjoying the late May sunshine.  

America was just finishing a soda can when he crumpled it up and dropped in the nearest receptacle, a trash can. 

A haze seemed to fall over Melina's eyes as she ran over and leaned down, digging around for the can with determination. Everyone stopped and stared at her as she nearly put her head in there, she was so intent on finding it. When Melina held it aloft proudly, she bent it back into shape and put it in the recycling before whirling on America with a heated glare.  

"Recycle, dammit! It's important, do your part. The bin was right there!"  

"Okay, okay! Yeesh, calm down, girly," America replied, both hands held up in defense.