From Assassin to Motherhood

Chapter 10, Again Tiffany?

   I blinked a couple times as I awoke with a sharp pain in my head. The roof was white just like mine but strangely unfamiliar. I sat up and looked around the light colored room. I wasn't in my house that's for sure.

   There was a door across the room, so I walked over to it. I slowly turned the knob and opened it. Once I stepped out, there was a terrible, worser pain  that shot throughout my head and I fell to the floor. "Ping no!" I heard a familiar voice shout. I looked to see dirt and shards of porcelain around me. Ow.

   I then looked up at Ping who was holding a broomstick in front himself for protection. "You don't come any closer! You destroyed all of peaches    building!" the startled Asian demanded. Peaches then came up to him and grabbed the broomstick, "Stop it! I'm sure we can all just talk this out. Everyone needs to just calm down!". A random man in the waiting room behind us screamed, "WHALES!".  We all looked with perplexed looks and shrugged.

   Peaches walked over to me and held out her hand to me. I reluctantly grabbed it. She pulled me up and said, "I'm sorry I gave you weed brownies, man. I really didn't know what I was giving you. I absolutely swear it was an accident. Can we just make up and forget this ever happened?". She smiled ever so sweetly and held out her hands for a hug. I stared at her with a pissed look and punched her square in the face. She flung back into Ping's arms as he caught her. "Peaches!" he yelled. I breathed irritably, "You are going to do me huge fuckin favor if you think I'm going to fuckin forgive you!". And with the poison spat I stormed out of the therapy building.

   I was so furious, I had to take a cab home. "Rough day?" the driver asked. "Shut the hell up and drive!" I snapped. A jolly "ok" was his only reply and he kept driving. Passive driver. When I arrived home, I plopped on the couch and crossed my arms like a four year old pouting over candy.

   Ten minutes later, there was a scream coming from the kitchen, causing me to jump up. It sounded like Gerrard. I ran into the kitchen, "What the hell is going on in here?!". Tiffany was on top of poor Gerrard pouring Chef Boyardee all over him. "P-please stop! It's so unclean!" he screamed and pleaded with tears streaming down his face. Tiffany laughed with cruelty, "Never! You little worm!".

   I walked over and picked Tiffany up by her waist causing her to kick in the air with pure rage. "Get the fuck off me, you stupid bitch! I wasn't doing anything wrong!" she screeched. I replied, really not in the mood for this, "Tiff language and I told you not to fuck with your brother. What's your issue with him?". "I don't have a fuckin, motherfucking issue!" Tiffany wouldn't calm down.

   I sighed and threw her into the laundry room which was actually a pretty good size. "You need to calm down, Tiffany," I told her. She just kept screaming at me with absolute fury. I lost patients after a few minute and slammed my hand against the wall cracking it a bit. She immediately shut up and stiffened in fear. "Thank you. Now what's your problem with Gerrard?" I asked.

   Tiffany stood there for a couple of seconds then spoke, "Well...my problem with him is...right over there!". She pointed behind me and I turned around with a "Hm?". There was nothing there though,but the white wall,so I turned around to question her about it only to find her half way through the window. "Hey!" I yelled, "I'm not done talking to you!". I grabbed for her but she had already slipped though the window of the first floor laundry room. Damn. I watched as she ran into the woods.

   I sighed and went into the kitchen where pitiful Gerrard sat indian style, bawling with noodles and sauce all over himself. "I-I'm disgusting," he sobbed and hiccupped, "I'm so unclean. I can't stand it! I CAN'T STAND MYSELF!". "Hey! Stop that!" I say as I walk over to him, "Stop beating yourself up and go take a shower. You'll feel better I promise.". Gerrard, still sniffling, said "ok" in a sad voice and got up to go to his bathroom. I looked around the messy kitchen and began cleaning up the spaghettios. "Gee. What a day," I thought to myself.

A/N: Hello people. Sorry I take forever to update. I'm incredibly lazy. Enjoy the nice hetalia picture unless you dont like hetalia, nor know what it is, then oh well. Don't be shy to vote or comment. -Cat