Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Thirty-Two

After many weeks of being lectured over and over again about how Britain had faked being unconscious just to mess with everyone, it was finally October.

Kalda showered in the morning like usual, hoping for at least one normal day ever since Britain had came back from the hospital two months ago.

To Kalda's surprise, the blonde dye had washed out in the shower.

Her chocolate hair had returned, and Kalda squealed in happiness once she also noticed that she was as tall, if not a little taller, as Britain himself! 

She quickly got dressed, running down the stairs and yelling over and over again at the top of her lungs, "I GREW, YOU GUYS! I ACTUALLY GREW! I'M AS TALL AS BRITAIN! I'M AS TALL AS BRITAIN!"

The five Allies looked at her in what seemed to be a mix of happiness, confusion, and shock.

"Oh my!" France exclaimed, looking at her with pure shock. "You have grown!"

"That is quite the growth spurt," Britain nervously agreed, seeing that Kalda was now eye to eye with him.

"How did you grow so fast?" America wondered. "And overnight, too?"

"I honestly have no idea," Kalda grinned, "but I'm loving my new height! It'll be nice not having to wear heels as much now."

"Looks like someone is excited," China smiled.

Russia just nodded in agreement, silently adoring his girlfriend and her happiness.

Kalda had eventually settled down at breakfast, wanting to act like the lady that she should be.

After a somewhat peaceful morning, Kalda noticed that the five men were getting ready to leave again, knowing where and why.

"Please, don't go," Kalda begged. "I don't want you to get hurt for a third time, or any of you, for that matter."

"It's okay, Kalda," Britain tried to assure her, but he cut off.

He sighed, feeling defeated; what was he doing, lying to her and trying to make everything seem okay when it really wasn't?

He knew that Kalda was smarter than that, and so he didn't lie to her this time.

"Getting hurt is what happens in war," Britain went on, changing his words. "That's a part of life altogether. Anyway, we're going to be fine. Like I said, nothing will turn out worse than it already ha-"

"I'm coming with you," Kalda interrupted, all sadness and crying gone.

Britain smiled awkwardly, not quite sure if he had heard her right.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled nervously with his awkward smile. "What was that?"

"I said, I'm coming with you," Kalda repeated, her voice more firm and defiant now.

The five Allies looked at each other with worry, knowing that Kalda had already made the decision to go into battle with them on her own.

"I'm not going to allow that," Britain replied, his voice just as firm. "You are a lady, Kalda, not a soldier."

"I hate it when people tell me who I should be, or how I should act!" Kalda stated, looking at them. "I'm nineteen, for goodness sake! I can make my own decisions!"

"Kalda, if I got shot in the shoulder, think of what could happen to you out there!" Britain tried to persuade her. "I'm sorry, but the gentleman that I am will not allow you to join us!"