The Tinkering Trio (an APH fanfic)

Chapter 12

Poland set down his bag in his hotel room. The room was nice, a bed on the left and a desk and a dresser with a TV on it to the right. There was a window over looking a busy intersection and the bathrooms were clean. He was beginning to unpack some clothes for later and getting out other toiletries when his phone buzzed. He set down the items he was holding then looked at the new message. It was from America, telling them to meet up at the lobby in a few minutes. He responded with an 'okay' then prepped a new things in his room.

After putting on his shoes and locking the room, Poland swiftly made his way down the hall and too the elevator. The elevator dinged, then opened, revealing an empty elevator. Poland internally cheered that he didn't have to share and stepped in. He pressed a button, and the elevator went down to the first floor where America was waiting against the wall when the doors opened. America momentarily looked up from his phone and waved Poland over. Poland walked shifted over to America and greeted him with a "Hello".

"Yo," America said, "I'm texting France- I'm seeing of I can drag him down here to we can give him a 'tour.'" America grinned. Poland let out a laugh,

"This is going to be great," Poland commented. To be honest, it was a little confusing as to why America keeps annoying France if France can tolerate him; you would think that he would keep him close and safe but Poland has his theories.

One; America could be testing his limits, seeing when the Frenchman will snap at him.

Two; This could just simply be part of the act that they made. The flaw in that though, is that France as known the America even before the Revolution. So it didn't really make sense to be someone you're not to them when you've known that person for a long time. Over two-hundred years time. Almost America's entire life- time.

Either way, it was fun annoying France so he went along with it anyway.

A few minutes passed, while he heard the tip-tapping of America typing on his phone, Italy appered in the doors of the elevator along with France. Italy cheerfully jumped out of the elevator and waved. France walked calmly over and Italy skipped beside him.

"Ciao!" Italy greeted and France smiled.

"What are we doing tonight?" France asked.

"Ah! Well, I was thinking tonight we start by going to a restaurant and then we and begin looking at a flea market," America explained, excitement pitching his voice.

"Wait what do you mean, begin?" Poland asked suspiciously. America winked,

"You'll see."

America grinned again, "Anyway! let's go!" America said and started to walk away. Everyone else followed, and eventually found themselves in a van that America rented after arriving in Seattle. They drove around the island for a few minutes while chatting about random things, until America parked the van by a fancy looking resturant. As they walked in, there was a sign that read Mark's Blowfish. America had snickered at the name. They went in, got a booth, and then ordered their drinks. America began a conversation once the waiter walked away,

"So, how's life?"

"Life's good! How about your life?" Poland replied and snickered at the choice of words.

"My life is going great! What about the rest of you?" America said and smiled.

"Vé! I'm doing well, grazie!" Italy answered.

"I'm doing well, thank you," France replied more maturely. They looked at the menu for a little while and talked and made a few comments on the food. Soon the waiter came back and they ordered their food. The waiter left and America poked France's resting arm on the table. France looked at him and hummed a response.

"So, France," America asked. Trying to hide his smirk, he whispered to France, "So, how is your glue sniffing problem?"

Poland snorted and Italy vent over and laughed.

France sighed, but smiled and decided to follow along,

"It's going great, Amérique! I have bought 16 packs of glue with me so that I could sniff all the glue! It's really great, you should try doing it!"

America snickered and continued the joke,

"I totally will! I'll sniff the glue so hard, a dog would be jealous!"

Poland had his head on the table and pounding his fist weakly against it. Italy was wheezing, trying to not laugh to hard. France chucked,

"Oh but surely a beginner like you couldn't sniff glue like I can!"

"You wish! I will be the glue sniff champion!" America snorted and covered his mouth with his elbow as he laughed. Even France was laughing now. France tried responding but was laughing too much and his answer can as speratic stuttering until he gave up. Honestly, they found it so stupid that they were laughing his much, but Poland concluded that they were just to easily amused and stressed to the point where anything was a joy.

They rest of the night went by nicely, they finished eating and paid for dinner. They went to the flea market that America was talking about and it was absoulutely enormous. You didn't even have to like shopping to like this place and Poland was generally excited about the place, mostly because there was anything and everything here. The four spent the next few hours exploring and buying things here and there.

Eventually, they called it a night and drove back to the hotel as they compared things that they got. As they walked into the lobby, France said his good nights and went to his hotel room, supposedly on the third floor. Italy and America did the same thing and a few minutes later Poland found himself unlocking the door to his hotel room and closing it. He grabbed the necessary items he needs for a shower, then headed to the bathroom that stood by the front door of the hotel room. The polish man closed the door behind him and reached into the bath and turned on the water to warm.

Once Poland finished his shower, he set his used items in his suitcase, then decided to boot up his laptop and check on emails and mess around on  youtube, maybe. Once he logged on, Polish went straight to his emails where only one message stood out from the other fifteen there. Poland clicked on it and read the sender email address.

"Laurinaitis2161918@gmail.com. What does Lithuania want?" Poland thought to himself, confused and mostly scared. He read the rest of the message;

"Meet me outside of the Hotel at 11pm tomorrow night.

-Lithuania."

Poland stared at the message, concerned. Unnerved by the email, Poland just closed his laptop and left it to charge. He shut off a nearby lamp light then went to bed into a troubled sleep.

A/n

God this chapter is shit and I want to burn it

Whatever have this trash

Idek anymore

I've been so lazy in writing this and just in general and now I'm just making excuses but in my defense I am having the M-STEP (aka end of the year testing) and shit like that 

-unedited-