Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Nineteen

Kalda had to admit that being home felt comforting; so many memories flooded through her head as she walked up to the wooden door of the cottage house that she had lived in for ten years already.

Going on number eleven, Kalda thought with a smile.

She suddenly saw someone very familiar to her walk up to the dirt path, so she was excited to go and greet them. 

"Uncle Spain, uncle Spain!" Kalda cheered, running up to the frightened man with a grin.

He gasped, just about to drop a package in his hands.

Kalda hugged him around his waist, dropping her suitcase without a care.

"Hola, my little chica," Spain laughed, hugging his niece back. "You gave me quite the surprise."

"Well, you know me!" she giggled. "Come on, I'll walk in with you."

The two family members started walking again, and Kalda couldn't help but freak out.

My brothers are so gonna' kill me, she realized. I've been gone for months!

Kalda opened up the door, running up the stairs and into her room before she could even say "hello."

She closed her door, hearing words of confusion from her family downstairs.

I can't face them yet! Kalda thought in sadness. Not after all of this time we've spent apart!

So much had happened over the last few months, and Kalda didn't want it to continue.

War, love, dancing, everything! Kalda added on. This is all too much for me right now!

"Hey, Kalda!" Lovino yelled to her from down below. "Are you coming down here or what?"

No! Kalda mentally rejected. No, I'm not!

"In a second!" she yelled back. "I'm just fixing my hair!"

Kalda quickly did just that so it didn't look like she had lied, opening her door and going down the stairs.

"You went up to your room in such a hurry that I didn't get to give you your birthday present," Spain smiled, handing her the package.

Kalda took the package into her hands, her heart dropping a little.

He's never missed my birthday before, she thought sadly.

Then again, Kalda had missed spending it with her own family as well.

Kalda mentally sighed, remembering the twenty-sixth of January quite well.

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"Humm," Kalda sighed as she trudged down the stairs. "Humm."

She walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink, sighing again.

"Humm, humm."

Britain ignored her, as usual, reading the newspaper, as usual, so Kalda sighed even louder.

"Humm!"

"What's with all the sighing?" Britain yelled at her, annoyed. "You're interrupting my morning time."

"Ugh!" Kalda groaned instead. "Well, if you must know, it's my birthday today."

"Oh, well, happy birthday," he calmly replied.