Love Doesn't Have Words [SLOW UPDATES]

-Childhood Friends-

Property of Russia

I wandered the halls, scanning every room number to see which one I was supposed to be in. The art room was room 128, but I didn't know where that was, and I couldn't exactly ask anyone for directions. Though, after a few minutes of walking I'm able to spot it.

I nervously walk into class, trying to push my previous thoughts out of my head. I hope this one I'll have friends in. It's an elective of mine, art. Art always calmed me down. Either drawing out my feelings or writing them down in some kind of poem or short story, art has always been a favorite hobby of mine.

"Россия!"

That's weird, no one ever calls my name. No one knows my name. That is, unless someone I already met is in this class. But the voice who called me was a female voice, and Japan has art 6th, not 4th. And, they said my name in Russian, which only my family calls me or even knows, so it can't be New Zealand. That only means...

I turn towards the voice. I knew it. It just had to be true, and it was! There, waving at me excitedly, was my best friend from when I was little, along with two others who were also friends of mine from before the incident. Эстония, and Польша and Словения. In English, the three were Estonia, Poland, and Slovenia.

Estonia was in the middle, and she was wearing a blue sweater that was off her shoulders. It was more of a dress, too. It was the same shade of blue as the one in her flag. Her flag went blue, black, then white. She had black stockings underneath. Poland was the one I said Indonesia looked like. Except, the white was one top for her flag, not the red. She was wearing a cream sweater, this one covered her shoulders though. She had black leggings on, and to top it all off she had white Ugg boots. Slovenia was in an oversized gray hoodie, with black jeans and red sneakers. Her flag looked the same as mine, but she had an eyepatch. All three of them had bows on, too. Estonia's was blue, Slovenia's was white, and Poland's was red.

All three of them jump from their seats. Well, Poland and Estonia were sitting on desks, only Slovenia was in a seat. Still, they rushed over to me. We hugged, all three of us. I missed them a lot, and it seems they missed me too. Poland and Estonia looked like they might cry. Slovenia isn't one for crying but she was definitely happy to see me.

"It's been 6 years, Ross! We've missed you, where have you been?" Estonia asked, just as excitable as I remember her being.

"Yeah, we heard about what happened and thought you died or something," Slovenia said, as monotone as ever.

I simply shrugged with a smile. Usually that kind of comment would hurt, so my family refrained from talking about the incident. But this time it didn't. Maybe it was because it was coming from Slovenia, she always had a way of making intense things into something less.

"You can't talk now, can you?" Poland asked, her voice much quieter and high than the others. It was still a nice voice though, it sounded beautiful when Poland sang.

I shook my head no, and Estonia gave me a sad look. She was very talkative, but in a good way. She must not be able to imagine not being able to talk. I want to tell her it's not as sad as it sounds, but I doubt she knows sign language.

"Don't worry, we do know RSL," Slovenia informed me.

I was shocked, but in a good way. They knew sign, and even the one I'm most comfortable in.

"Well," Slovenia continued, "Me and Poland do. Estonia doesn't."

Estonia pouted. She was always one to make her feelings obvious. Maybe she feels left out because she can't understand me. I give her a smile, trying to make a face that says "it's alright." It seems to work, as Estonia's shoulders lifted and she skipped back to her desk.