Corrupted (DISCONTINUED)

Chapt. 9 - Sicily, Italy

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Canada and I haven't been making any interaction with each other what so ever. Even under the same roof, we were like strangers. We never look at each other straight in the eyes and don't stay in the same room for a long period of time.

I got a letter this morning telling me the where the next world meeting will be held in. For the next month there will be 3 W.M.s in Sicily, Italy. I left the letter on the table and walked back up to my room. The meeting will start this Saturday, and it's currently Wednesday. On the P.S. of the letter, it said my flight has already been booked. All I need to do is get ready and leave.

I packed my clothes, shampoo, conditioner, more hair products, toothbrushes, toothpaste, my precious journal, pencils, and some erasers.

I double checked everything and thought I'll leave early tomorrow morning. Perfect.

Then I remembered my hopeless little brother. I groaned and rubbed my eyes.

"CANADA!!"

I heard stomping from across the hallway and the door slammed open. "Need help?" He asked, his tone coated in poisoned syrup. "The World Meeting will be held in Sicily, Italy. Either get ready or go back to your country. I'm not leaving you alone in my house." I threatened.

"What kind of meeting though? A G8 or an actual World Meeting?"

I shrugged, "Didn't say on the letter." He looked at me with a 'You got a letter?' look. I nodded and he took the message. He silently left afterwards and I was alone again.

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Sicily, Italy
Saturday, 12:38 P.M.

"The baggage claim is through hall 13 and take the next right." A booming voice said through some speakers, "L'area di ritiro bagagli é  attraverso il padiglione 13 prendi la prossima a destra."

I follow the huge line of people walking towards the Baggage Claim and listened to the speaker switch to numerous languages and repeat the same announcement. I finally reach the huge claiming hall and go to Area 21 and wait for my luggages.

"Amerique!! Well izn't it nice to see jou 'ere!!" Out of nowhere two arms were wrapped from behind me, followed by a strong scent of roses. "Of course I would be here, the meeting is held here correct?" I mumbled, rubbing my neck and staring down at the Frenchman. "A' of course! Well then, 'ow are jou feeling?" France winked. I was slightly confused but answered anyways. "Fine I guess..." I spotted one of my luggages and quickly went to grab it, with a rose-smelling France following.

"Well, I just thought jou might get sick during the meeting. Remember last time?" France explained. Then I remember the events. I wasn't feeling too good, because of that thing. And when I came back from getting some fresh air I wasn't in a very good mood. "Y-Yeah, well don't worry! I'm sure I'm fine Frenchie!!" I laughed, roughly patting his back.

"And vhat do ve have here! Hallo America!!" I was pulled roughly into a hug and sqeezed until I couldn't breathe.  "Hola amigo! Prussia you're not trying to kill him are you?!" Spain pulled Prussia off me and I muttered a 'Thank You'.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked. "What?! Je ne devrais pas être ici!? Je suis un allié!!" France screeched, looking offended. "Jesus France calm down!! I meant Spain and Prussia." I whispered, looking around to see if he caught anyone's attention. But what I did see was my last luggage. I quickly went to grab it and walked back to the trio.

"Jou didn't get the letter? It said ve vere having a W.M., like an actual Vorld Meeting." Prussia exclaimed, "But it seems like jou didn't. Oh vell!" His smug face bothered me, so I pinched his cheek. He yelps and quickly pulls away.

"Do any of you guys know which hotel we were suppose to be staying at?" I asked. They all nodded and in unison they said, "Follow us, you can come to the ride too."

We walked away from the crowded Baggage Claim Area and walked to a less crowded hall. There were stands with signs hanging from the ceilings like 'immigrants' or 'passports'.

After about 30 minutes we were all outside waiting for a taxi. "Sooooo.... what time does the meeting start?" I asked the closest country next to me, which turns out to be Spain. "Starts at 8:45 P.M. and ends 11:00 P.M."

A short while after the taxi arrives and we all help each other place our luggages in. A bit of an arguement happened between France and Prussia, France yelling at Prussia for bringing 1 luggage for all his stuff (making his luggage very big to even fit in the trunk), and Prussia defending himself by saying France isn't any better.

Me and Spain made bets, which he lost, and I got a $50 bill. American money mind you. After that we all crammed at the back, since there was another passanger in the front seat. Yes, it was that kind of taxi.

As we all sat stiffly at the back, I decided to strike up a conversation. "What's the hotel called exactly?"

"Big Florida." Prussia said while reading a magazine. France started to do his signature 'HonHonHon~'s, and Spain elbowed him in the ribs.

"Alright..." I muttered, instantly regretting my efforts.

The ride was complete silence afterwards, which I'm kinda grateful for.

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Did you know that the 'Big Florida' is an actual hotel in France? (I stayed there for a night)

- Kat