We talk for a while, finding out more about each other. I learn that Britain is his older brother, Canada his twin, and to stay away from France unless I wanted to get molested. I tell him about how I can’t remember much before I was thirteen, and how I was born in America, but it isn’t my home.
“Wait… Really?” He asks, and I nod. He scratches his head. “Damn, I want to be welcoming to everyone, but you’re an exception, aren’t you?” I laugh.
“Yeah. This island is my home. I have relatives that live in, well, you. I don’t know who they are though, or where, for that matter.” I smile.
“How can you smile? That’s terrible, dude! I wouldn’t be able to live without anyone of my friends! They’re like my family…” He sighs, but brightens up quickly. “Well, all of us will be your family!” I blush and shake my head.
“No… I am kind of regretting this decision…” I mumble, but he shakes his head fiercely, grabbing my small hands with his strong, calloused ones.
“No! I promise you, you won’t regret this! I swear, they all will like you!” He answers me strongly. I sigh, looking down.
“But… it’s such a big change for me. How will it work?”
“Well, you have to get people to come live here. I know! Come to America! We’ll recruit people to come live here, and they’ll love it and tell their friends!” I raise an eyebrow.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m America! Of course I’m sure!”
“Well, alright…”
“Do you know how to make hamburgers? I need a cheeseburger so badly it’s going to kill me!” I nod.
“I like them too. I’ll go make some.” Thankfully, there were random cows here, so I got milk and cheese and meat from them. I am always sad to kill them, but I need beef. Going into my shack I had crafted, I went down into the basement, where it was coolest, and went to the cooler. It holds all my freezable items that need to be kept cool. And there it is. The beef is freshly ground, and I mold it into patties quickly. The buns are homemade, nice and crunchy. I chop some lettuce and tomatoes from the garden, not having pickles or mayonnaise or ketchup or mustard.
“America!” I call out. I hear thumping as he comes downstairs.
“Yeah?” He answers as soon as he arrives at the bottom.
“It’s done, but I hope you brought your own ketchup and mustard and stuff.” I tell him.
“Of course I did! I love burgers!” I look at him weirdly, but shrug my shoulders.
We sit down, and start fashioning our burgers. I ask if I could use his condiments, which he says yes. His reaction when he bites into the food is hilarious.
“Holy crap! You’re a good cook! As good as Italy!” He quickly takes another bite, and I grin, eating my burger. I don’t know who this Italy is, but if he is a good cook, then I guess that’s a compliment. After dinner, I show him to his room, which has a hammock, a desk, and a window overlooking his boat on the dock.
“Let me know if you need anything.” I volunteer, turning around to go to my room. He grabs my arm, spinning me back around. He smiles.
“Even though I wanted this place to my own, I’m kind of glad that you were here. And I wanted to thank you.”
“For what?” I ask, confused.
“For dinner, for being so hospitable, for letting me stay and not kicking me off… And for this.” He quickly presses his lips against mine, and pulls away before I can respond. “Goodnight, Thalassa. See you tomorrow, bright and early to leave. Okay?” I can’t say anything so I just nod. He smiles again, and shuts the door. I stand staring at the door to the guest room for a few minutes, then finally walk away.
That was confusing.
But I kind of liked it.
When I get to my room, I get onto my hammock and lay there, recalling the events from today. Finally, I drift off right when the moon comes out.
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
Fanfiction"What if... All of the worlds countries... Were people? And, to top it off, they followed all of their countries stereotypes?" Tally doesn't remember much after running away at the age of thirteen and travelling around the world. When she finds a my...
