Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Four

As the old saying goes, "Life is an adventure...."

"Well, if you consider working your butt off for a strict, annoying, antisocial, strange, nonchalant, green-eyed, Can't-Make-Up-His-Own-Dang-Mind-Half-Of-The-Time, British blonde, then yeah. Life is an adventure," Kalda ranted to herself in frustration.

She knew that Britain could be weird at times, so that didn't help her out much.

Kalda had also personally thought that he acted nice just to get her riled up as well.

She didn't know what Britain's motives were, if he even had any, so he could be quite confusing and mysterious to her sometimes.

There were times when he was playful, too, but Kalda thought that Britain being the opposite of himself was all just a part of his plan.

"You understand me, right, little bird?" Kalda asked the bird sitting on the windowsill next to her as she cleaned the open window.

"You have to get both sides," Britain had told Kalda earlier.

"Great," Kalda had replied sarcastically. "You're lucky that I even have the skills for that."

The bird just chirped in answer, and Kalda sighed as she broke out of her thoughts.

"Of course you wouldn't understand me," she said with a smile. "You're an animal for goodness sake."

Kalda groaned, putting her forehead on her forearms.

"Why am I talking to a bird?" she questioned to herself.

The bird just chirped again, and Kalda looked up to see that the small creature was nuzzling her.

"Aw," Kalda giggled, stroking its head with the tip of her pointer finger, "you're such a darling. If only Britain was as nice to me as you are. Maybe not super cuddly, but at least quiet and willing enough to let me rant to him about stuff."

The bird chirped a third time and flew away, and Kalda chuckled to herself.

England sure is wonderful, she thought with a smile. The landscape is so beautiful, a real change in pace from Italy and Russia.

She got back to cleaning the window, wanting to get the task done.

Kalda suddenly started to sing for no reason, for she had always loved music, so she sang whenever she was alone.

"Draw a circle, that's the earth," Kalda sang softly, wiping the glass, "draw a circle, that's the earth, draw a circle, that's the earth, I am Hetalia."

Feliciano had taught her that song when she was younger, and Kalda had loved it ever since.

"Ahh! You can see the magnificent world with just a single stroke of a brush," Kalda continued.

She couldn't remember the last phrase at that very moment, so she just hummed the rest of the song.

"Kalda," a voice interrupted, making Kalda stop singing to herself.

"Yeah?" Kalda calmly asked, looking at Britain.

"First off, get down from the windowsill," Britain told her, being calm as well. "You're going to fall and get hurt, and then I'll be the one responsible for your injury. You're brothers and Russia would kill me if they ever found out."

"Aw, you're such a worrier," Kalda giggled with a grin, jumping off of the windowsill with no problem.

Britain sighed once he saw Kalda jump down from the windowsill, not too fond of her childish behavior.