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“I…um…uh…” I’ve never been asked that question before, so I had no idea what I should say. Could it be reason that Papa Britain ignored him? The same reason why everyone was so calm? Is it why nobody cared? Was he invisible? Was he my guardian angel? Was he my imagination or was everyone just playing a joke? That couldn't be, because I’ve never seen him before. Who could he be? What could he be? He was pacing around me like I was an artwork or something.
“Well, how?” He said, standing across from me, looking up and down like I was a new animal to him. I started get even more nervous than before because I still didn’t have an answer.
“Oui. Matthew who are you talking to?” Papa France said as he crossed our hallway to go to the restroom or something.
“Um…’’ I look at the man who was still waiting for my answer. “No one, Papa.
“That’s your father?!” The man yelled in surprise, as he hung his mouth open.
“Yeah, he is.” I looked away acting like it was no big deal, but I real wanted him to be impress him
“Well, I want to go home, and get a beer or something awesome to eat. Ask your dad who Prussia is. He’ll tell you. See ja tomorrow.” He waved as he walk out the door.
“Um…Papa. Who’s Prussia?”
“Bloody hell, not this!” Papa Britain yelled as he through his fork across the table staring at papa France. Papa France smiling at the table, still eating.
“You what to know who he is, eh?”
“Your Father use to be a big trouble maker, and PRUSSIA was part of his little gang! That’s who he is!” Papa Britain yelled towards papa France.” I would not like to speak any more about this topic, so if you want to know more about Prussia, please talk to Spain, Germany, Hungary, Austria, or ask your father in private,” talking to me this time.
“Al…alright…” I looked at my food, and picked at my cut up potato. As if he was on cue in the movie seen, someone an hour late bused through the door.
“Sup dudes? Sorry I'm late, my car broke down, so I walked to Japan’s house. I already ate, so I brought some wicked cool presents that Japan told me to give to you.”
“Oh brilliant! Another excuse from you! "Papa Britain yelled in fury. "If you are truly sorry, you would show up for family dinners on time, and not an hours late!*sigh*” He pushed his chair out from the table. “I’m going to lie down for a bit. I think my blood pressure has gone up far enough.”
“Alright bruh, but here's your present. It's some sort of fancy tea or something.”
“Thank you, America.” Papa said, not looking at it, and still walking upstairs. “Please set it on the counter over near the stove. I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me.”
Papa France got up from the table and leaned in very close to me. “You really want to know who Prussia is, eh?” He whispered loudly with a huge smile on his face.
