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6. Pasta and Waffles

Canada's PoV

Getting out of bed and getting dressed was easier than before. Kumajiro whined when I turned the light on and hid his face. Looking at the time, it said it was 6:48 a.m.

Puzzled, I looked at myself and then at the time again. Why was I getting ready so early? Work is something us nations don't have to do. There's no need to get up so early. "Oh, I remember!" I mumbled loudly. I wanted to get up early so I can enjoy the day from the time the sun rises to the time it sets.

Slipping out my room; I headed to the kitchen. Time seemed to fly by already as I made some pancakes for myself. My phone started to vibrate loudly on the table as a reminder popped up.

4:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m., meet with Spain and Italy brothers. Others are there too. Hang out.

I didn't need to reread it as I already knew how today was going to be a great day. Not being able to hold my excitement, a smile formed across my face. If Alfred was awake, he would probably say something.

Small steps altered me, Mr. Kumajiro stood there. "Can I go?" he asked softly. I wish he could go, but that would be weird. So, I turned him down after apologizing. The bear turned away and slowly retreated. If he stayed still longer; I probably would've been able to properly see if he was upset or disappointed. But my mind went back to dreaming about the day.

***

My mind wandered all day until it was time to leave. Alfred and Kuma were somewhere else. Probably playing video games and eating whatever they could grab.

Knocking on the wooden door seemed nerve-racking. Not even a second seemed to fly by as the door opened suddenly, a happy Italian greeting me.

"Ah! Ciao, America!" Feliciano happily greeted. He ushered me inside, smiling a bit bigger than he usually does.

The smell of pasta and churros was strong. Faint, but loud yelling from Lovino didn't surprise me. Antonio was cheerfully talking to the angry Italian. Me and Feliciano walked into the kitchen.

The Spaniard welcomed me; however, Lovino showed obvious anger at me being here. Antonino asked if I wanted to help cook as the taller Italian almost begged me. Of course I couldn't say no.

Before I knew it, the food was done. By now, Belgium, Luxembourg, and the Netherlands had joined us. Emma (Belgium) had brought waffles, of course, Louis (Luxembourg) brought some verwurelters (traditional Luxembourg doughnuts), and Tim (Netherlands) and João (Portugal) showed up with nothing

The smells of different foods made my mouth water. It seemed it was affecting the others too. Spain announced that we could eat now. Italy, Romano, and Belgium's eyes lit up as they basically ran to get a plate. The smells were irresistible to me too as even I rushed to get a plate.

Everyone got at least one of everything. After politely waiting for the others, I started eating. Each food tasted wonderful. I wish there was more, because it all got eaten quickly.

***

3rd Person PoV

Looking at the others, the Dutch man huffed. He saw the "American" looked different. Maybe "Alfred" got new glasses? Possibly a new haircut? Were his eyes always purple?

Yelling from the short Italian interrupted Tim's thoughts. Laughing from João and Emma was heard, but the others paid no attention.

Right now they were at a tulip field. Colours of all kinds decorated the ground for miles. A windmill slept behind them, not moving at all. Not too many clouds were in the sky, but there was enough to barely cover the sun. Small gusts of wind would pass by the group, making them shudder.

Matthew carefully smelled some flowers near him, showing obvious pleasure at the smell. Lovino angrily joined him, crouching down next to the Canadian, cursing under his breath.

A flower was placed in front of Matthew's face. A red parrot tulip was given to him by Emma. "Wow! It looks so-"

"Cool! I know right?" Emma butted in. He shook his head 'yes.'

"Where did you find it?" Matthew examined the puffy flower.

"Just somewhere," she smiled happily.

"Alright," Matthew mumbled.

***

João and Feliciano were holding some tulips that Tim, after tons of persuading, agreed to let them have. The two were basically oozing happiness as they walked ahead of everyone. Antonio, Tim, Louis, and Emma stayed behind the group. Lovino would go back and forth from talking to Spain and Belgium then walking ahead of the group out of anger while complaining to João and Feli. However, he tried to keep his undying anger away from Belgium. Matthew talked to all of them on the way back. Well, except for the Netherlands, as he would grunt in response. Italy, Belgium, and Portugal talked almost nonstop for the entire walk. Then talking encouraged Matthew to talk a lot, which he happily did.

When they finally got back to their cars, Feliciano hugged the taller Canadian. Then Emma, João, Louis, and finally Antonio all gave him a hug. The Canadian trembled slightly while trying to process what just happened.

He just got hugged. Not once, not twice, but five times. If it wasn't for the others standing there, he would've burst out crying as he's never gotten hugged more than once before. And anyways, hugs were very rare from people, or things or animals, who weren't Mr. Kumajiro.

They said their goodbyes to each other. Belgium, Luxembourg, and the Netherlands were the first ones to leave. Then Spain, Portugal, Romano, and Italy. Instead of moving his feet to his be home, Matthew made his way to a small seating area.

The seats were made out of wood, but they felt damp, as if someone hit the seats while watering some of the flowers. The Canadian sat there and enjoyed the view, replaying the day in his head. As the sun started to set, he walked around for a bit until finally making his way back to his car.