Surprisingly, time flew by when I was with Gilbert. Soon, everyone was leaving. Or passed out drunk. Also surprising, Alfred was sober. Well, soberish.
"So...Birdie. You want to hang out again sometime?" He rubbed the back of his head nervously, looking hopeful.
I could've sworn I saw the faintest blush. Maybe it was just me imagining it, though. Probably...
I smile shyly. "Sure."
We exchanged numbers. Then I said bye, and headed towards America.
~~Time skip brought to you by zhe awesome us. Yes, Prussia. We are awesome too~~
The next day, I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Just...staring. I reach over to clasp the case on the pillow next to me, picking it up and shoving it in my face. I start making odd, indistinguishable noises of frustration into the pillow, clutching it tightly. I immediately regret it. "Ugh. First, I can't stop thinking about some random guy I met at a party I didn't even want to go to, and then I sound like a dying narwhal! I need to get my act together."
Kumajynx pads up to me. "Are you alright?" He asks, sounding concerned.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, Kumajirok." His nose scrunched in annoyance, and I know it's because I got his name wrong, but he then shakes it off, staring at me and blinking.
"Okay, then." Pause. "Who are you?"
"I give up."
"Hello, I Give Up." He waved with his tiny, fuzzy paw, and I just stared.
"..." The look on my face was a mix of frustration, exhaustion, and awe. Kumajack was too cute.
I jump when I hear my phone buzz. No one really texts me, except America. Wonder what he wants...but when I look, it isn't Alfred. It's Gilbert.
*Canada's gonna be every other reply, except for when France and England fight. Don't worry. I made it pretty obvious. I'd change the font, but the freakin thing won't let me*
Waz up?
Not much. U?
Ugh. Nothin.
So...
Sooooo
MATHEW WILLIAMS. Stop talking to Prussia THIS ISTANT. I will ground you.
WTF?!
Mathew! Watch your language!
Who is this?
........Mathew, I am your father.
Which one?
....
......
It's the Black Sheep of Europe.
No it isn't! Don't listen to that bloody frog!!
Why'd you guys take Prussia's phone?
I was curious.
Because he is friends with France! That's plenty reason!
What's that supposed to mean??
You're a bloody pervert! Prussia will be a bad influence!
Hey! I'm not a bad influence!
Bye guys.
I turn off my phone, and flop back on my bed. Hello, Boredom.
