Alstroemeria

Chapter 12

         As class came to a close you stood and said goodbye to your new 'friends'. Walking out of class you took a deep breath. Dutch was stressful and the teacher was strict. You began to head left, in the direction Belgium said the lunch hall was. Left, right, left, left again, forward, right, left... The school was like a maze, it was incredible that anyone could navigate this place. You turned right once more and came face to face with a tall double door. Above was a plaque that said 'LUNCH HALL'. Turning the handle you entered. The hall was filled with bustling students everywhere. In a far corner a food fight was happening between kids, in another corner someone looked like he was planning an invasion of sorts.

   "Bella! Bella! Come sit with-a me!" N. Italy called out to you as he ran to you. "Come! Come!" He dragged you to a table. Sitting at the table was Japan, S. Italy, Prussia, and Germany was standing near by.

   "You-a will sit with-a me right?"

   "If it's okay with them." You replied, you hadn't even got lunch yet.

   "Germany! Ger-a-many please?" N. Italy clung to Germany's arm, a fuming S. Italy was seen in the backround.

   "Please Germany? Can Y/N sit with-a us?" He began to feel up Germany a bit, resulting in a flustered german man. "Oh, nice." N. Italy said as he felt Germany's chest (I have to).

   "Enough, Italien. She can sit vith us." Germany pried N. Italy off of himself.

[German: Italy]

   "Ve~!" N. Italy sat next to Japan.

   "Alright! Zhe awezome me gets to sit vith a süßes Mädchen to break up zhis sausage fest!" Prussia pulled you into the seat next to him.

[German: Cute girl]

   "...I need to get my lunch-" You were feeling lightheaded, the effect of your economy dropping coming on fast. You began to stand up only to be pulled back down.

   "Nein! Zhe awezome me will get you jour food, frau. It is pizza day!" Prussia began to get up and run awesomely to get the awesome you your awesome pizza, but not as awesome as him.

         Facing forwards and looking across the table you saw a fuming S. Italy yelling about 'potato bastard' to his brother. Japan sat next to them. Germany sat on the bench you sat at, leaving a space between you both for Prussia.

   "How is everyone?" You asked, hoping to start a conversation.

   "I'm-a bene, bella, how are-a you?"

   "I'm fine." You replied.

   "I'm good." Japan said as he continued to eat his bento, which you assumed he packed. Shame you didn't think about packing lunch this morning.

   "I'm doing fine." Germany, as stiff as ever, said.

         You sat in silence, N. Italy eating pasta from home, Japan eating his bento, Germany eating wurst, and S. Italy eating pizza.

   "Zhe awezome me is back!" Prussia ran back with you pizza.

   "Oh.. thank you, you didn't have to." You grabbed the plate from his hands as he sat down. You took a small, timid bite. Eating in front of people while you have an albino man and an italian staring at you isn't the best. You're face lit up, it was good. "I like it."

   "Tch, thanks ragazza. This doesn't-a mean i like-a you!" A flustered S. Italy said.

   "Did you make it?"

"Si."

   "Its good."

   "Thanks."

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         Comfortable silence consumed the table as you all continued to eat. The pizza was delicious, you assumed that S. Italy had helped the lunch lady before the hall was open. Once you finished your slice you excused yourself to throw the plate away. Walking towards the other end of the lunch hall you threw away the paper plate and napkin. Turning around you caught the eye of an old acquaintance sitting at the table near by.

   "Oh! Moi Belvisida!" The finnish man waved at you, he was surrounded by multiple other Scandinavian countries.

   "Oh- Hello Finland." You waved back to him.

"Nice to see you again!"

   "You too, how are you?" You were standing awkwardly by a trash can talking to a smiling finnish man while five others stared at you curiously.

   "Good! You?"

   "Good-" A tug on your uniform cardigan cut you off.

   "What country are you!?" A small boy with blue eyes, blond hair, and England's eyebrows and accent asked you.

   "Um, Belvisida, why?"

   "I'm Sealand! You're a real country, right?"

   "Yes." You looked down at him, his eyes sparkling.

   "Will you be my ally?!" He yelled out to you. His shouting didn't disrupt the lunch hall commotion, and it didn't draw all eyes to him, but it certainly got the attention of the Scandinavians.

   "Hey, Peter, come sit and finish your pizza." Finland smiled kindly, talking as if he was Sealand's mother.

   "Okay!" Sealand ran over and sat down. "You'll be my ally though.. right?" He looked at you as he began to eat.

   "Oh, well.."

Translations

German

Italy

Cute girl