I wake up the next morning, still tired and groggy. I notice weight pushing down on top of me, and my mind tries to process my current situation. It's too heavy to be Kumajello...
My eyes flash open and I let out a blood-curdling scream, flailing around underneath the stranger.
"Get offa me you maplefucking pervert!"
"Dude, chill! You wouldn't wake up!" A familiar, obnoxious voice says.
"Why are you in my house?!"
Alfred sits up, laughing. "You scream like a girl."
I sit up, scowling while my cheeks reddened. "That doesn't answer my question. Why. Are you. In. My. HOUSE?!" I demand, trying to push him off of me, but he doesn't budge.
He shrugs, unfazed, probably cause my version of yelling was more like a normal talking tone.
"I was bored."
One of these days I'm gonna slap him. One of these days.
"How'd you get in? It's not like I gave you a spare key or anything." I shiver from the thought. America always having access to my house? I envision trash everywhere, everything broken...destroyed... All my food demolished...
"I just picked the lock. It was, like, super easy."
I pause, getting really frustrated. "So let me get this straight. You broke into my home, scared me half to death, and interrupted my sleep, because you were BORED?"
He nods, looking way too casual for my liking. I'm gonna kill him. I will.
Maybe... Nah, it wouldn't be worth the trouble...
So I slap him. Hard.
"Dude! What the hell?!" He says, clutching his hand to his face, where a red mark burned his skin.
I get up and start doing a little victory dance. "I did it! I actually followed through!"
At this point, he looks really confused and shocked. "Uh...good for you?"
I nod vigorously. "Yep. Now get out of my house!"
He pouts. "But I wanted to see Kumajiro."
I blink. "Who?"
"You know, the little polar bear that always follows you around? Kinda hard to miss..."
"Oh. That's its name?"
"Dude. How do you not know?"
I shrug. "I just forgot. I guess you can see him,
but be quick."
Two hours later, America was still in my house. I tried every tactic to get rid of him. Forwardness, rudeness, politeness, trickery, horrible cooking, (of course that didn't work. He spent his whole childhood with Arthur, after all.) leaving the house, hiding all game consoles. None of it worked. So I just gave up.
"Dude, what else do you have? I'm bored of this game."
I just point to the entertainment center that held all my games.
He starts going through my games. "Man, I'm bored of all these games."
"Then leave." I offer, for about the millionth time.
He looked frustrated. "I'm only trying to be nice."
Wait. What? "What do you mean?"
"It's pretty obvious that you've been upset lately, so I decided to hang out with you."
"At three o' clock in the morning?"
He thinks for a moment, then nods. "Yep."
"You're so weird." I sigh, rolling my eyes.
Before he can reply, his phone rings. He answers, not bothering to look at the Caller ID and bringing the phone up to his ear.
"Yo, Alfred speaking."
Pause.
"I'm at Canada's house."
Pause.
"How can you not know my brother, Art?"
Pause. Art?
"Pale blonde hair, violet eyes...looks kinda like me..."
Pause.
"No. I'm not leaving. I have to hang out with Matthew."
Pause.
"I just told you! Bye, England." He sighs, ending the call.
Oh. Art. Arthur. Since when were they on a nickname basis? I smirk, deciding to tease my brother about his obvious crush.
"You can go if you want. I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Go hang out with your boyfriend." I say innocently, looking at him with mischievous violet eyes.
He blushes, glaring at me just a bit. "H-He isn't my boyfriend."
"Sure." I say sarcastically.
"'Kay, I gotta go then!" He starts to walk away, but pauses. "Uh, hey. There's this party on Saturday. If you wanna go, I'll give you the details." Then, he was gone.
I sigh.
People are exhausting.
