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

Chapter 132~!

"It's a CANAGON!" someone (Joy) yelled as she launched through the air and landed on Alice's back like a monkey. She and Canada had been holding hands and strolling through the grounds, but it was all Canada could do to not let them fall over upon impact.

"It's a what?" Canada asked curiously.

"A canagon! It's an obscure shape that looks like Canada and Oregon combined~" Joy replied. Alice almost doubled over in laughter, her mind thinking some very R-18 thoughts. Canada smiled and shook his head.

"You're relentless, eh?"

"Oh, totes! Anyway, Alice, do you know why England won't call me?" Joy's eyes turned into the saddest puppy dog eyes anyone (even Puss in Boots!) would envy.

"Our phones were fried, so he might not have remembered the number," Alice suggested sympathetically. "He's in England right now, after all. He might be swamped with work, especially 'cause of the riots breaking out all over."

Joy nodded, and then yelped while clutching her head. "I can't believe I forgot about that!"

"Forgot aboot what?" Canada asked. 

"I'm supposed to be working on the files for those riots and stuff for the UN, crap! Bye, I gots ta run!" Joy jumped down and raced back to the dorms, vanishing from sight in mere seconds.

"Uhm, well then..." Canada trailed off.

"By the way, why aren't you busy with the same stuff?" Alice asked as their walk resumed. 

"I finished everything before you got back. I usually don't have so much to do because everyone forgets aboot me, so I guess there are some perks to being invisible."

"Yeah, I guess so!" Alice replied cheerily, but her mind was elsewhere. 'I'd better make sure Joy gets a call from "Arthur" before too much suspicion arises...'

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Oliver awoke Akui with my help just before lunch, which was sandwiches and apple juice. I made sure to bring some up to Arthur, seeing as how even centuries-old countries need to eat lunch. I kept my distance from the 2ps, but being afraid of them was only a small portion of it. I didn't want to be tangled up in their web more than I already was, and Jasper was giving me some odd looks every now and then... 

"Come on, poppet, it's time to leave for shopping~!" Oliver exclaimed happily when he came up to the room to get me. 

"Eh? Shopping?" I replied, confused. "Shopping for what?"

"New clothes, don't you remember?" he answered. "We were going to make sure you didn't look like such a prisoner, I said that yesterday."

"Oh." I remembered now. "Okay."

"Right then, let's get a move on!" Oliver said. I stood and turned to my uncle, telling him I would bring him back something new to wear while I was out. Oliver led me to the car with a hand on my upper back, and we apparently were the last ones to get in because as soon as we were inside we were driving. And it was too late to back out even though I saw who was coming with us.

Allen sat by the window boredly, his new bat resting by his feet. It wasn't bloodstained like the one I remembered from from fourteen years ago, but it was still a bit menacing. Carlo was sorting through something in a bag next to him, and the last person I wanted to see was smoking out the window opposite his brother.

"Oh, Jasper, I thought I told you I didn't like it when you smoked inside something," Oliver said brightly, his smile never wavering. 

Jasper just grunted something unintelligible and kept at it, eventually throwing the butt out the window. I glared at him and wanted to reprimand him for it, but I wisely kept my mouth shut. He caught my expression and chuckled a bit before choosing to look me over a bit.