The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)

Eighteen

                I finally went home. It was forced, but it also needed to happen.

                My Island looks the same as it did when I left.

                I immediately set out to work, calling people America had noted as good builders and people that were going to come live here. There were about 200,000 people who volunteered to come here, and it took me about a week to call everyone from America, Germany, and Italy. America had side noted that his list is also combined with people from Canada, who also had volunteers. Hearing his name makes my head hurt. Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.

                My Island. Yes, I need to figure out my Island. I can’t treat it badly because of my mental and emotional standing. I phone up some contractors, and it is set for some builders to come out tomorrow, eager to help a new country (I told them that I knew America. They were in instantly.). I found my bed, and slept lightly, excited and nervous.

                They flew in bright and early in the morning, wanting to get started quickly. It has two guys as the main leaders. One of them, with his workers, will work with buildings, while the other does landscaping and roadwork. The Buildings Guy, as I have nicknamed him, is a short, stout man with puffy cheeks and a bald spot on the top of his head. He wears glasses, and laughs a lot. He’s really nice, like a grandpa would be if I had one.

                The other man, who is Gardening Guy in retrospect, is very tall, and well built. I would say he’s hot, but he’s in his early fifties, so he’s kind of like a FILF. But I think he might be gay as well. His hair is graying, and he has wrinkles on his mouth and eyes from smiling. He’s quieter, but also nice. They both are caring, and are going to be with me to the end.

                They roughly measured the land, it coming off about ‘twice the size of New York’. Asking them how big that actually was, they said nearly one thousand square miles. I was in shock.

                “R-really?” I stutter, amazed. That’s huge! It takes about four hours to go two hundred miles… and that’s in a car! They ask me questions about my roads, and how I want them built.

                “Streets or Blocks?” They ask.

                “What does that mean?” I feel like such an idiot.

                “America has streets, roads, Avenues… Japan has Blocks. You don’t go by streets there, you go by blocks.” Oh yeah! I’ve went there! How could I have not remembered that!?

                “Duh! Sorry, I should have known that. I think I’ll do… streets. The blocks are only done by Japanese people, right? I wouldn’t want to confuse everyone else…” I conclude, and they nod.

                “Awesome. Now, Metric or Standard?” I think about it.

                “Standard, that’s the one that’s more used, right?” They sigh and shake their heads.

                “No, America is the only one that uses Standard. Everyone else uses The Metric System.”

                “I’ll join America! Well, then again… Do most people in the world know both?”

                “No… Only Americans know both…” They answer.

                “Well, then I’ll use Metric. Most people understand it, so it’ll work!”

                “Roads with Metric system? You got it. Now, what’s the plan for the buildings?” I smile at the thought.

                “Well…”