From the diary of Griselda Vargas-Beilschmidt

29

For real this time, I promise :)

Central park is kind of a wonder of its own. Oasis of peace in the middle of an enormous busy city. It's really, really nice.

Ash luckily knew some shortcut, so we haven't walked too long here. So we're sitting on the ground, which is already covered with early grass as green as...well, healthy grass (I'm bad at metaphors..Well except at three am). There's a lake in front of us, and there are ducks and it's really peaceful. Not many people are around, probably because of the early time. The birds are chirping, Sun is shining, grass is swaying in the wind...

"IF YOU THROW MY HOMEMADE PANCAKE TO THE DUCKS -WHO WON'T EVEN EAT IT- YOU'LL FEEL MY WRATH!"

And Anni is scolding Faroe for doing something stupid. You know, just the usual.

"Awww, but An-"

"DON'T 'BUT ANNI' ME! CAN'T YOU JUST EAT IT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AND STOP WASTING FOOD?!"

Anni then drags Faroe away from the edge of the lake with him pouting and us observing the drama. Sealand is cheering for his adoptive sister with Ingrid yelling at Anni to do unspeakable things to her (technically) uncle and Lars trying to cover her mouth. Gabriel looks so alive, hearing such profanities from other than his or his Papa's mouth, he's grinning widely (and unsettlingly, may I add, with this wild light in his eyes).

Fred and Uncle Prussia are happily pouring Fred's maple syrup on their pancakes, their red eyes amusedly shining. They look like a happy little family like that. It's adorkable (and this expression, ladies and gentlemen, was brought to you by Ashleigh Hudson herself).

"Aw, such a heartfelt scene," George puts down his cup of tea that he brought and takes a french fry from the (oh dang, what's the word? Cone? Probably.) cone that we bought at the entrance, chewing on it for unnecesseary long time, just to annoy us.

"Heh, the pancakes are actually really good. I mean, not as good as dad's, but close," Fred praises and Anni thanks. Somehow the Canadian shuffled closer to Uncle and now they were looking like a two-headed dragon.

"Hey Greenland?" Ladonia says and all the attention turns to the quiet nation, sitting near, chewing on a pancake. He looks up, dark eyes sparkling.

"Yes?"

"Do you want a french fry?"

"No, thank you."

And with that he starts chewing again. As everyone starts looking away, I remain watching the bigger nation. Greenland's the kind of person you never know is even there until he says something. He's nice and gentle, but in a real way, not hiding behind a fake smile like Russia. He considers Canada, Ingrid and Lars his best friends, probably because of polar bears. Other than that, I don't really know much about him. He's tall, but is it just me or was he slightly taller the last time I've seen him? Oh, it's probably just my brain messing with me. He has darker skin then all the Nordics combined and he's tall, but not that much, only a bit taller than Fred, has dark eyes and hair and wears fur coats. He likes polar bears, fishing and pranking Norway with Faroe (and occastionally Denmark and Lars). And that's pretty much it.

"I wonder why they're called french fries in America," Sealand says out of the blue. "Big sis?"

Anni puts a finger to her chin and thinks.

"I think it's because it's said that the size resembles the size of Frechmen's-"

Multiple drinks were being spit upon hearing that.

"-toes, you dirty-minded freaks."

And everyone erupts with laughter. Except me, Ladonia and Sealand himself. What else would she mean?

"Chips is better," George closes the case.

We eat, drink, and that's where the first problems show up. My bladder feels under pressure.

"Um, Ash?"

"Yeah, my dude?" she turns around and smiles. I ignore the nickname and go straight to the matter.

"Are there any toilets near?"

"..ooh shoot, I don't think so.." she frowns and starts thinking, probably projecting the map of this place in her mind. You could see the equations floating around her head.

Well shit.

I started wiggling to stop the terrible, uncomfortable feeling.

"I guess you'll have to do the business in a bush or something... is it urgent?"

"Um, YES IT IS!"

She motions in a direction of some random bushes, and I can't not run over there.

Right on time.

Victory!

My good time is interrupted by what I'm guessing is an anime opening song ringtone.

Ash picks it up. "Yeah pa? We're out, why?" 

"YO ASH PASS THE VODKA!!" I hear Fred screaming behind her. I can't see it, but I'm sure Ash is sweating now.

"What? No no nononononononono! Fucking albino maple..."

"I HEARD THAT!"

"I DON'T CARE! Anyway, what's up? Oh? Oh my god." She sounds like she now regrets all her life decisions. "Aight, we'll...Yeah, we'll probably take a cab or something...sure.." and now she sounds plain weak. 

The call ended.

"What was that?" Faroe asks. 

"Spill the tea, sis," George demands. Upon hearing this, Fred scuttles closer to him and reaches for his cup-

-only to be smacked on the back of his head by the Celtic man.

"Not literally, idiot!" George hisses, all protective of the tea now. Fred shrugs and grins. 

"...Well, we forgot to leave a note and they freaked out and are rioting now... and Finland apparently brought a gun..." Ash explains, pale in the face.

"He always brings a gun," Anni says, unimpressed.

The American sighs. "Okay, so now we need to get back, because parental instincts or some shit."

"'Or some shit', honey, you're highly underrestimating the maternal instincts," the red eyed boy reproaches. 

"Especially my mama's," Sealand joins. 

"You're adopted, you little twing," George shuts him down. Peter frowns. Anni pats George's shoulder, and he looks up, meeting her deadly expression that says 'say one more thing and I'll meat your ass in seconds'. This is probably how prey feels moments away from her death. 

"Okay, okay, finey. Just pack, get up and let's go!"

Ingrid groans. 

Ingrid can be a huge mood from time to time.