Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Twenty-One

Kalda was beginning to enjoy her singing lessons with Britain and the others.

Sure, she knew how to play the piano, but she thought that singing was a little more challenging.

Kalda practiced with each of the five men one on one during the rest of the week, and she had to admit that she had never been happier.

Russian lyrics, and most of the Russian songs she was taught in general, weren't that hard to learn at all.

They were dark and mysterious, and Kalda loved them because of that.

Chinese was easy to learn as well, mainly because there were a lot of root words that Kalda already knew.

French was fun to learn because Kalda impressed them with how easily she could roll her "Rs."

Then there was obviously English music.

America had taught Kalda his national anthem, and so Kalda sang it sometimes when she was bored or happy.

Britain seemed annoyed, but he kept his mouth shut about it out of kindness Kalda liked to believe.

Britain taught Kalda music that he had listened to while he was growing up, mostly Christmas-based music and church hymns.

Kalda groaned a little, shifting in her bed as the sun shone through her window and as her thoughts buzzed around in her head like flies.

Mmhmm, she groaned again, sitting up and shielding her eyes with her right hand.

"God, I love the sun, but do You have to make it come out so early?" Kalda questioned, looking at the ceiling and away from the window.

She got up, already knowing His answer.

Kalda got dressed, skipping down the stairs to see which male was going to teach her to sing that morning.

She entered the foyer, hoping to be greeted by all of them at once like usual.

Instead of being greeted by their happy faces and music, however, Kalda was greeted by moaning, groaning, and silence.

She saw five, passed out and drunk men on the floor in front of her.

Kalda saw empty, glass bottles littered all over the floor, and she picked one up to inspect it.

"Vodka," it read.

Of course, Kalda thought in annoyance as she looked at the passed out Russia.

She saw a few tea cups on the floor, too, and Kalda was confused.

How do you get drunk on tea? she questioned.

Kalda angrily went into the kitchen and grabbed a bucket of water, splashing them with it.

The men woke up with a start, and Kalda gave a frustrated sigh.

She wanted to say something to them along the lines of, "What? You all got drunk on me last night?"

However, what came out of Kalda's mouth instead was,

"Okay, who's stupid idea was this?"

The men groaned as they woke up from their hangover, all of them looking up at Kalda with tired eyes.

"Not...so...loud...Kalda," Britain said amongst his hiccups.

"Yeah," France whined, putting his hands over his ears.

"Oh, no!" Kalda loudly declined on purpose. "You better explain to me why the hell you're all drunk, or I'm going to report you!"

"Such vulgar language is not ladylike!" Britain scorned, but his speech was too slurred for any of that to make sense to normal ears.