Homeless (a Hetalia Fanfic, Book Three)

Chapter 34~!

GUESS WHAT.

IT'S MAH BIRTHDAY, SO HERE'S AN UPDATE.

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As expected, I didn't really enjoy the trip back to Switzerland. I hardly spoke a word to anyone except for Seth, Miliana, and Mary, and even then our conversations were brief. That argument had really been a rough one, and I didn't care to relive any of it.

Then again, I was having a hard time recalling what all happened. It was like what I had said was slowly being leeched out of my memory and tossed out like garbage. Basically all of what I could remember was what everyone else had said. 'I wonder if it's got to do with that thing in me--'

And my train of thought stopped there as a sharp pain stabbed into my brain, making it incredibly difficult to think straight.

We were on the ship at that moment when I thought about-- about you-know-what. My wince at the spike in my head was visible, and Miliana had been walking by right at that moment.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked me. I looked over at my tan, blue-eyed, black-haired sister and tried to seem like the epitome of nonchalant-ness.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I answered. "What's up?"

"I was looking for you," she replied. "It's almost time to eat, and we've got some lovely cold sandwiches on the menu."

I couldn't help but crack a smile at her ironic tone. "Okay, I'll be in in a minute."

Where I stood, my arms were leaning against the rail while I watched the grey-blue ocean. This was the Mediterranean, and land wasn't quite in sight yet. The view was nice, though. Tranquil...

"Uhm... Is something on your mind?" Hawaii inquired, moving to stand a bit closer to me. "You seem kinda distracted."

"Well, I didn't get my coffee this morning," I joked, offering a smile to show I was fine. "But really, I'm fine. I promise. How're you? I mean, you kinda were captured by W.O.R.L.D. for a grand total of a couple hours."

Hawaii landed a gentle punch on my right arm, and immediately regretted it. "Oh, ow! Your arm, I completely forgot about that--"

She cut herself off and looked at me for a second, like she was afraid she'd crossed over a line of some sort.

"What?" I asked her, still smirking at how she'd hurt her hand on my metal arm. "Is your hand okay?"

Miliana shook her fingers out and nodded. "It's okay." Then she thrust a thumb back over her shoulder. "Lunch?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure," I said, following her belowdeck.

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We were almost done with the boat ride when I threw up again, this time over the side and into the ocean. No one was around until I was just spitting out the excess saliva and stomach acid, but the bright red in my spit worried me momentarily.

"Nah, this is fine," I told myself. My voice sounded detached, even to me, but I brushed it off. "I'm completely fine."

"Hey, you okay?" Denmark's voice came up behind me right as I was sucking my cheeks in with the effort of getting everything out between my teeth.

I hawked a loogie into the ocean and nodded, not quite turning to look at him head on. "Yeah, I'm great."

"Wait-- was your spit red right there?" he asked me, the beginnings of worry growing in his tone.

I nodded, and then immediately a lie spilled over my lips. "I had red Kool-Aid earlier. It stains your spit really darkly."

"Oh, gotcha," he said, and wandered off-- probably to go bug Norway and Mary. I let out a sigh when he left, and then turned to look at the little bit of red and black floating on top of the waves. From this distance, it was just a little speck in a vast expanse of dark blue.