Fixed~PruCan

Chapter thirteen

After that remark, I was extremely happy. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. It was...awesome.

Pun intended.

I didn't have anyone to talk to about this, so I told Mr. Kumaweirdo everything. All he did was really sit there and eat, but he still listened, it was all that mattered.

He'd even ask about Gilbert sometimes, which I thought was adorable. It was strange, Mr. Kumawhatsit would ask if Gilbert would be coming over sometimes.

It was even more odd when he called Gilbert, "Daddy." He subjected me as, "Mommy", even if he didn't know my name.

I didn't ask, nor did I mind. Sadly, he still didn't know my name, so I had to constantly remind him like everyone else in my house.

All he did was just call me "Mommy" when he didn't know my name. But the good thing about this is, is that he knows me!

~

Alfred had been much more distant lately. He stayed in his room for hours on end, doing nothing but texting or playing video games.

I was surprised when England nor France would go into his room and drag him downstairs for supper.
So it was usually me.

Oh, he'd put up a fight, but I would always win by threatening to tell England about his "little problem."
He was starting to run out of minutes.

He paid for his phone, but since he'd been texting Japan every freaking second of every freaking day, he was wasting them like wasting perfectly good food England would try, (and fail), to cook.

I was kind of jealous actually, as you can positively tell already.

I mean, I would text Gilbert from time to time, but never all night.

It was a nice thought though, I mean, to text someone you cared about a lot, all night. I remembered wondering what it would have been like.

I know now.

~

It was getting close to that time of year again. I literally couldn't wait, I was so excited!

Papa and Dad would always throw this awesome Christmas party every year, and almost all the countries would come!

I didn't understand why I never ran into Prussia before, but I guess it was because England didn't want him or Spain to come over, ever since we were born.

Dad would tell us stories about how France would get drunk with Spain and Prussia, when we were old enough of course, and how he banned them from our house.

Alfred thought it was funny.

I thought it was smart.

But when I met Prussia, I guess my perspective on him changed. Big time.
I knew it was a matter of time before I met him, because I had been already introduced to Spain at the time anyways.

I was introduced to a lot of countries actually, well, when Papa Francis had finally remembered my name.

Prussia told me that he and I met before, but I was way too young to remember at the time.

He said we met when Papa France and England had a fight, much like England and America's fight.

He took me to Prussia's house apparently, and we stayed there for a week much like we did when Britain and Alfred fought.

I tried to remember, I really tried.

All I remember is a familiar pair of Red eyes looking into mine with wonder.

And I remember feeling.....safe.
Whole. It was remarkable.

~

I slept well that later that night.

We had Hamburgers for supper sadly, (since America insisted upon it), and we all know England ,(or sometimes France) just couldn't say no to Alfred.
Sometimes I was jealous of Alfred getting all the new, and cooler toys when I was little, then I remembered.

I have a fucking Polar Bear. Heck yes.

Oh please excuse my language! I don't mean to swear....uh...my apologies to the ladies out there. Especially to you, I didn't mean to swear eh? I'm sorry!

Oh how rude of me. I will try to control my swearing now on eh?

Anyways, I had good dreams. I didn't have any nightmares, which was fantastic, and I was grateful for that.
I dreamt I was with Prussia and we were playing video games, and eating pancakes. We were having an awesome time and it was great.

The scene changed and all of a sudden, we were in a water-park, and we were going down a very long slide screaming. The adrenaline rush was so..real.

The scene changed for one final time and we were back in his house once more but we were watching a movie. I couldn't remember what the movie was about, but I remember him having an arm around my waist and I was snuggled closely to his chest.

They were the best dreams I ever had actually.

I also had an awesome dream where everyone remembered me! I thought it was awesome, as I obviously said before of course.

It was odd, whenever I described something, I always ended up saying it was "awesome." I guess Gilbert really was an impact of my life.

~

I woke up the next morning feeling energized and happy. I went to breakfast and Papa France had set out Bacon and Eggs.

I ate happily and a little hurriedly.
Alfred was scarfing his down like hamburgers and lead out a huge belch afterwards.

"Bloody hell, excuse yourself." Britain said clearly disgusted.

Alfred shrugged, "Sorry dude." He said with a smirk.

I laughed a little and Britain turned to me annoyed, "Don't encourage him." He muttered.

France chuckled, "~Ohonhonhonhon"

"Don't encourage them both!" England said to France angrily.

"Oh, zhey are just kids Angleterre." He said chuckling.

"What!? Dude I'm an adult pretty much! I'm older than Mattie!" Alfred argued.

I chuckled, "E-everyone else s-says I'm older then y-you, you're only seven years older." I say laughing.

Of course, seven years meant like seven minutes in our time, so in reality, he wasn't that much older than I. It was funny seeing him squirm before squinting at me and sat back in his chair in defeat.