Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"I gotta' say, I've never been invited to a fancy shmancy German party before," Kalda said, looking at the invitation.

"Even their invitations are perfumed," America groaned, not liking the strong lavender scent.

"Well, it's a shame that you won't get to go to it, Kalda, because we're staying here," Britain replied, ruining the fun.

"What?" France protested. "But zheir parties are zhe best in zhe whole world!"

"I-I actually think that staying home is a good choice," Canada quietly agreed. "E-especially since Kalda almost got kidnapped by them and all."

"Well at least someone agrees with me," Britain sighed.

"I don't see what's wrong with her going to the party," China added. "All she'll be doing is talking."

"And if you can recall, they now recognize what she looks and sounds like," Britain countered. "They'll know it's her for sure, especially since I would be there protecting her, that we would be there protecting her."

"But Beilschmidt Ball sounds fun," Russia said with a grin. "Can we please go?"

"We could give Kalda makeover!" America happily suggested.

"Pfft, yeah right!" Kalda scoffed. "Good luck with that."

She shifted awkwardly once she saw that the six men were serious.

"You're seriously not going to do that to me, are you?" she asked nervously.

"Too late," America grinned, taking one of Kalda's hands into one of his.

"Where do you think you are going?" Britain wondered.

"Uh, to take her to my place?" America winked.

"Certainly not!" France declined.

"Kalda is not doll," Russia grinned darkly.

"Chill out," America replied with an eye roll. "I'm just going to give her some makeup, a dress, shoes, and other stuff."

"I have some stuff for her here," Britain answered. "You don't need to take her anywhere."

"But they would recognize her in your stuff," America countered. "There's a reason why I'm taking her with me."

"Please?" Kalda begged. "I'll be good, I promise. Plus, I've always wanted to see New York."

"New York it is!" America grinned.

"Fine, but don't do anything stupid," Britain sighed. "Also, pick out something that looks a little more German than American. We want her to blend in, not stand out."

"Blend in, not stand out," America reminded himself. "Got it."

"And please pick somezhing modest," France added. "I don't want anyzhing to...spike zheir interests."

"Ew!" Kalda gagged. "Disgusting! Why did you have to say that? Why?"

"I meant it," France replied firmly.

"A little hypocritical coming from you," Britain smirked.

"Tais-toi et laisse-moi tranquille," Kalda snapped back, speaking fluent French.

(A/N: Translation: "Just shut up and leave me alone."

Canada and France gasped, seeming to be offended by her statement.