Grammar and Flying Bunnies

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"Arthur?" She looked around and smiled softly, "I guess we're home now." She started to push her self up, immediately noticing that she had been asleep in my lap. A red tint overcame her face and she stared at me in embarrassment, but I barely registered it. Her eyesight is back... but how?

A sudden tap on my shoulder made me refocus and I came face to face with Kyoko, her blue green eyes staring into mine. "Welcome to Fluernia!" She glanced towards the kitchen, where France and the others were looking at her incredulity. She noticed the red tea pot in France's hand and her smile became stronger.

"Tea anyone?"

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Arthur's POV: Kyoko escorted me by the hand, my jaw clenched tight, passing France and the others and entering the kitchen. I allowed myself to be shoved into a chair while she walked back towards France and asked for the teapot, which he stiffly dropped into her hand, his eyes searching hers for the blindness that had just haunted them. He too saw nothing, not a single blurry spot remaining. I guess I wasn't crazy then, she really had gotten her eyesight back.

I tried to break my stare from her frail seeming form as I dragged my gaze across, as France put it, "My type" of kitchen. It was a lengthy room where counter tops lined the walls, pots and pans scattered across the tops. The stove was covered in black scorch marks and many of the utensils that laid about were blacken and burned. I shivered, taken aback slightly. Is this...really what my kitchen looks like?

I tried to think back. Yes, there had been several minor fires, and two major ones, but I can't seem to remember it ever being this bad. Except for that one time on America's four hundredth birthday when I tried to cook him a three-layer cake. I felt my head break into a tiny cold sweat. I guess Kyoko and I were similar... at least in some forms.

The scraping of a chair brought me back into focus as a hand clapped down on my shoulder, nearly knocking me from my own seat. France's annoying voice was strangely soft as he spoke, keeping his eyes down cast, "England... Are you alright Mon ami?" I raised my eyebrows in confusion and he sighed. His hand slid under the table, out of sight, where he gestured to Kyoko, who was messing around at the stove with the teapot.

"You know... about her eyes and all..." I still didn't quite get it. That is until he pointed awkwardly at my eyes. "Remember?"

Of course I did. I felt my hands start to shake as unwanted memories burst forth, a grey alien-like monster followed by the familiar flash of my green magic. Then nothingness, only voices, screams, and gentle touches the only thing given to me until we left that ungodly mansion. After that my powers flowed back normally and my vision was restored. But I was still blind for a long while. I don't think I had ever been so afraid, being unable to help and having to be protected all the time. We were lucky that during the last time through that those... I forced my mind to stop when tears began to build up. No point in reminiscing now. It wouldn't bring them back.

France remained silent through my whole mental battle and instead chose to comfort me by rubbing my back in slow circles. I guess he could relate, seeing as he was close to those people too. Looking up I found my gaze pinned by someone else. America stared at me and France, a hidden look in his eyes, his jaw set. I gave him a small smile, though it was weak, trying to fix whatever I had done. Then I realized what I was doing and stopped, turning away. If I've done nothing wrong then why am I trying to be nice?

Kyoko's voice rang out across the room, causing my eyes to trail back to her, followed soon by America's and France's eyes. "While the tea finishes why don't I show you around the house?"

America's face broke into a large, idiotic grin, "I get to see the hero's new home?! Fine by me dude!" My eyes rolled themselves automatically at America's vocabulary. Why does he always insist on using such language, I'll never understand. Why can't he just use what I taught him? My train of thought came to a halt as I visibly saw Kyoko twitch, her face morphing into stone. America's smile drifted away. "What's up  with you, Kyoko?"

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