YOU GUYS ARE PRUSSIA WORTHY AWESOME. Over 170 reviews? OVER ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY REVIEWS. That…is just…I can't express how happy I am right now in writing; just take my word for it that I'm doing a happy dance right now while typing this. :D Well, since I got over 150 reviews, I'm making a prize fic for SailorXPrincessXHalloween because she was my 150th reviewer. I dunno when it'll be up. Be on the lookout, I guess? OH! I MADE AWESOMENESS. I finally caved and made my own NationXReader thing…it's PrussiaXReader. :3 Read it, ja? ^.^ PLEASE ENJOY THIS CHAPTER YOU AWESOME READERS YOU. Although the first bit is kind of boring…just wait until the first line-break; then we get into some fun stuff. :3 Oh, BTW, FFN was fucking with my documents so if the format seems a bit weird, it's because I had to copy and paste THE ENTIRE FUCKING THING so it would load. Goddammit. -_-+
I will not kill Anna. I will not kill Anna. I will not kill Anna. I will not kill - okay, I'm killing Anna.
It's one thing to wake up at seven in the morning on a Saturday with your clothes still on from the night before. It's an entirely OTHER thing to wake up at seven in the morning on a Saturday in your previous-day clothes with the insane girl who you were beginning to think was your best friend since moving, and she's screaming Katy Perry's "Peacock" as loud as she can in your ear.
Oh yeah. That was how Riley woke up.
It had been a week since the twelve (formerly only eight) nations had made acquantaince with Anna, Sasha, Jenny, Edith, and Jessica. It had also been a week since America had confided to Riley that apparently having feelings for a normal human was taboo and against all that the personifications of the world's countries stood for. Which sorta sucked for Riley, since she was starting to realize she might be looking at her country with something other than respect or contempt. (READ: Riley was starting to believe she was developing a crush on America, which was really weird and wrong when you thought about it.)
ANYWAY. Yet another week of school passed - really quickly, too - and before Riley knew it, she was at Anna and Sasha's house having a sleepover. Now when she mulled over the conversation in her mind that had led to this little circumstance, she probably should have made up some excuse not to come. Riley liked Anna, she really did. It was just that…
"Word on the street, you got somethin' to show me, ee, magical, colorful, Mr. Mystery, ee, I'm intrigued, for a peek, heard it's fascinating! Come on baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath!" Anna was belting out the song at the top of her lungs, making herself an alarm clock that Riley did NOT need first thing in the morning.
"Ungh…" Riley grabbed the pillow she was using and shoved it over her head, muffling out the sounds of Anna's singing as best she could. The two had stayed up until about three in the morning, watching nothing but old reruns of Saturday Night Live and doing history homework. Of course, Riley just had to bring her globe along in its necklace form so the countries could help her.
"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch! I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off! Come on baby let me see what you're hiding underneath!" Riley cracked one eye open and just stared at Anna. The overly eccentric girl was just dancing around the basement that they had gone to sleep in only four hours before, swinging a feather boa around and bopping her head in tune with the song.
"Anna." Riley struggled not to leap up and strangle Anna right then and there. "Please." She made a "I was sleeping, what the hell" gesture and rolled over to her other side so that she was now facing the globe-turned-necklace. It was still where she remembered setting it down; right by the TV stand. Groaning slightly, Riley cracked her back and vowed never to sleep on the basement floor of Anna and Sasha's house again. It was way too stiff for her.
"Oh, hey, Riley!" Anna bounded over with a happy little smile plastered to her face. She looked like she had gotten about fifty hours of sleep, as opposed to Riley's less than four hours. "Good morning~!"
"Ngh." Riley squeezed her eyes shut and let her mind wander to what she might have for breakfast while at the Bayers' house. I hope it's waffles…
"ANNA! SHUT THE HELL UP!" Sasha's annoyed voice suddenly rung through the entire basement from the stairs. "It's freaking seven in the morning! Some of us actually need SLEEP, you know!" There was a slam, and Riley figured that the elder Bayers sister had shut the door.
"Why did you…get up so early?" Riley asked, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. She was so going to take a nap after she got home.
"Because I'm awesome like that!"
Oh God. The strawberry blonde's eyes widened in realization. Prussia's getting to Anna. She's going to threaten to invade my vital regions or something soon. …thank God Germany's like my personal bodyguard. Riley considered voicing her opinion about Prussia being a bad influence on Anna, but she just decided it would be best if she let it go. Ever since the two had met, the ex-German nation and Anna had been hanging around each other every chance they got. It was…becoming a bit of a hassle, really, but Riley wasn't going to be the one to rain on their parade.
"So did you have fun last night?" Anna inquired, grinning in a way that was an undertone of desperate hope.
Riley nodded. "Of course." She did have fun, despite feeling like a dead person at the moment. Sleep seemed so far away right now…
Anna squealed with glee and clapped her hands. "Good! I'm glad. I had a blast, too. Even though you're sometimes a little too blasé and boring, you're a really cool person, Riley!" She tackled Riley down in an exuberant hug, causing her fellow fifteen year old to yelp in surprise and fall down.
"Ack - ! You're k-kind of killing me," Riley managed to get out above the ecstatic giggling of Anna. Not to mention being squeezed in a love hug of death.
"Woops! Sorry," Anna let go and rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment. The two girls were surrounded in awkward silence for a few brief moments until Anna hopped up blurted out, "I'm gonna go see what's for breakfast. Any requests?" She raced to the feet of the stairs and looked at Riley inquiringly.
"Some waffles please!" Riley answered straight away. Anna nodded and walked up the stairs, shouting something to her parents about breakfast. Riley sighed and sank onto the little bed of blankets she had created only a few hours before to go to sleep on. "Anna's such a handful," She murmured into her pillow as she let her eyes drift shut.
Right as Riley was floating in that thin line between sleep and non-sleep, she heard America suddenly proclaim in a very loud tone, "The hero demands we go to Mc Donald's for breakfast, dudes!" Riley felt like crying when the nation's obnoxious voice grated against her eardrums. All she wanted to do was get at least five more minutes of sleep. FIVE. That wasn't too much to ask, was it?
"Bloody git! Shut up!" England snapped. There were some noises to suggest that the British nation was attempting to choke America in an effort to get the boisterous country to shut up.
"Britain, why do you hate me so much?" Riley heard America sob. "WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST LOVE EACH OTHER?"
"Because you are a dummkopf!" Germany answered in his deep voice, exasperation loud and clear in his rough accent.
"Ve~!" This, of course, was Italy, who seemed like all he had wanted to do was… "Ve."
"Oh hon hon~!" France laughed his eternal rape laugh, making Riley want to punch him in the face. He had no reason to chuckle so pervertedly, and she really wasn't in the mood for it. "Mon cher, you would like to get some more sleep, non?"
"Aiyah, of course Riley would!" China answered. "Riley barely got any sleep last night, aru!"
"I-I don't think we're helping, eh," Canada's soft tone went unnoticed as usual to everyone, save for Riley. She really would have to give him lessons on how to be more noticeable sooner or later, because the poor guy just always got stepped over like he didn't exist. And Riley couldn't stand that happening, since Canada had pretty much created the first commercial use of maple syrup. Well, at least she thought he did. Despite having an entire group of nations at her disposal, Riley was still unsure about a lot of historical facts.
"Guys, please," Riley shoved her face even further into the pillow. "Just five more minutes. That's all I ask. Five minutes of complete silence until I indulge in my happy wonderland of waffles and maple syrup. And if you don't comply with my simple request, I am going to assume you all hate me and I will be very sad and contemplate cutting myself."
There was a momentary span of silence as all the countries digested what Riley had just said. Then:
"We don't hate you, Riley!" America was suddenly shaking the fifteen year old girl like he thought she was crazy. "Don't you dare ever say something like that ever again! If we hated you, we would have never agreed to your grandma's request to come help you settle into your new home and all that. Seriously, how could you think we hated you, dudette?"
Well, at least he's being all apologetic now and not going on and on about Mc Donald's. Riley mused through half-lidded eyes. Then, she realized that even though it wasn't like he'd actually try anything, America was still holding her by the arm. Since Riley had just admitted to herself only a week earlier that she liked the obnoxious country more than just as a friend (or her homeland, for that matter), she went bright red in the face and yanked away from America. He stared at her with confused blue eyes as she stammered out, "I-I have t-to go to the…b-bathroom!" And with that, she raced into the bathroom and shut the door, panting heavily and feeling her heart race.
"This isn't fair!" Riley bemoaned quietly, pressing her head against the cool plaster of the wall and wiping the sweat off of her cheeks. It wasn't fair that her hormones had suddenly decided to think of America as being sexy. It wasn't fair that her grandma was insane and had given her the stupid globe that made random human personifications of the world countries pop out. And it especially wasn't fair that for all the time that the nations themselves were using to teach her about history, all Riley could do was think about how badly they were stereotyped! Her mind was in such a hazy fog at the moment, it wasn't even a laughing matter. All Riley wanted to do was go to sleep for a little bit more and when she woke up, everything would be fine.
"I'm probably just overreacting," Riley muttered to herself, running the sink and splashing cold water onto her face. It perked her up immediately. "Just because I find myself gaining a crush for America doesn't mean I have to act all spaz-like." Riley hated to admit it, but for the better part of the week, she had sort of been avoiding America due to her confusion of finding out she was developing some feelings for him.
She really wished she could vent her frustrations out to someone, but Riley had very limited options: all the nations would just stare at her like there was something wrong with her, and all her "normal" acquantainces would send her to a counselor for incest. Riley was between a rock and a hard place, really. What I wouldn't give for a love guru right about now, She thought with a sigh. And France does NOT count.
"Riley?" There was a knock on the bathroom door as Anna spoke. Riley assumed the nations had returned to the globe or were using their amazing powers of invisibility again. "My mom made homemade waffles for breakfast for you. We even have this special peanut butter maple syrup stuff. Oh, and bacon. Lots and lots of bacon."
"…" Riley opened the door and looked at Anna with thankful approval. "…I love your house…"
What could Riley say? She was a sucker for waffles and bacon, and they would always get her in a better mood. As long as America wouldn't try to steal them again, that is.
After the sleepover, Riley walked back home and took a much needed nap. Afterwards, she finished the history homework she had (it was on Ancient Rome - Italy and Romano were probably better at teaching the entire lesson to her in less than an hour than Mrs. Wade had been the whole week) and played some Guitar Hero. All in all, it really was a boring day. It was boring, that is, until America decided it was high time Riley ventured into the mythical and magical world known as…The Globe.
Okay, that was a lie, it was actually Spain, France, and Prussia who suggested it and England made a crack about the globe being mystical, which caused America to make fun of him for it and ended up in one big fight that Riley decided to call World War III.
But that's besides the point.
"Wait…what?" Riley looked up from the supper that she was making for herself since her mother wasn't going to get off work until later (it was ramen that Japan was currently teaching her how to make) and just kind of stared at the three smirking nations in confusion. "Go…into the globe?"
"Why not?" Spain spread his arm out in a wide fashion. "I bet you've always wanted to know what it's like in there, si? Now is your chance, chica!"
"You should visit my room first, mon cher~," France's bright blue eyes flashed as he thought of all the possibilities that could arise from that simple situation.
"No, you should visit my awesome room first!" Prussia interrupted, grinning arrogantly. "It's awesome, ja!"
Riley sighed and stirred the broth in which she had just dumped in a whole menagerie of chopped up vegetables. She looked to Japan for support, but the quiet Asian nation shook his head in a "Please do not get me involved in this" manner. Sighing once more, Riley bit her lip in thought. She certainly did want to see what the inside of the globe was like. On the other hand, however, she was a bit uncertain as to what might take place within it.
I wouldn't put it past France or even Russia to get me cornered in their rooms and…yeah. Riley really didn't want to think about something like that. She handed the spoon to Japan and turned to Prussia, Spain, and France. "I would very much like a tour if your globe. But I'm following either Canada or America around. None of you guys - no offense, but I don't really trust you to that degree."
The three men frowned in over exaggerated betrayal as England walked in, apparently eavesdropping on the conversation. "Riley, I'll be glad to show you around the globe. It's quite a mystical accomplishment, when you think about it," The British nation smiled a small, proud smile at Riley. "managing to make an inanimate object host a handful or so of the major world nations."
"Britain's magic is a LIE!" America yelled, popping his head into the kitchen and grinning his trademark cheeky smirk. Riley swore that he lived just to piss England off sometimes. America sauntered in and clapped his hands on England's shoulders. "Seriously, Riley, did you know that good ol' Arthur here claims he can see magical creatures like unicorns and fairies?" America snickered as England's face turned a nasty shade of scarlet from rage. "You should hear all the epic stuff he comes up with when he's drunk - "
"YOU BLOODY ARSEHOLE, I WILL NOT STAND FOR YOUR SLANDER!" The British nation exploded, wrapping his hands around America's neck and proceeding to shake him in earnest. A mad look was dwelling within his emerald eyes, and his face was flushed with anger. His eyebrows looked even more enormous in his enraged state.
"Anno, Riley-san…" Japan trailed off uncertainly as the two nations fought and yelled obscenities at each other, America mostly jokingly but England completely serious. France, Prussia, and Spain were all laughing with amused expressions gracing their handsome faces. "Perhaps you should get someone else to show you around our globe, hai? I will finish this for you."
Riley nodded and patted Japan on the shoulder. "Thanks, Japan! You're the best. Don't tell them I ran off without them," Here she gestured to England and America with a nod of her head (the two were now rolling on the floor kicking one another) and walked out of the kitchen.
"Hey, have you seen Canada?" Riley asked Germany, Romano, and Italy when she passed them in the hallway. "I want him to show me the inside of the globe, since England and America are being like little girls fighting over the pink crayons and France, Spain, and Prussia are creepers."
"I theenk he vas vith Russia und China a vhile ago," Germany answered.
"If you hear him crying, you have the right place, ve!" Italy laughed, smiling broadly.
Romano just rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and huffed. "Idiota." Looking down at Riley, the older Italian country said, "They're in your room, cagna."
"You know, I Google translated that," Riley said over her head as she walked away to get to her room. "I know it means 'bitch' in Italian, and seriously - what have I done to make you so angry at you?"
Romano blanched, obviously not used to people asking him such questions so bluntly. He shoved Italy in front of him and snapped, "Feliciano told me to say it!"
"…ve?" Italy tilted his head in confusion as Germany slapped a hand to his forehead and sighed.
Riley just shook her head and smiled a little bit as she walked up to her room. Before she got to the door, she heard Canada's soft yet insistent voice protesting something about "not becoming one with Russia" and China was chiming in as Russia's tone got more sinister and dark. Instantly getting worried, Riley yanked open the door and said, "What the hell is going on in here?"
Russia looked up from what he was doing (currently being held by China as Canada cowered beneath the large and imposing nation) and smiled beatifically at Riley. "Privet, comrade Riley! We are all becoming one…join us in becoming one with Mother Russia, da?"
China and Canada gave Riley a "HELP US" look. China let go of Russia and Canada scooted out from under the formerly communist country, stepping to Riley's side. The fifteen year old crossed her arms and glared at Russia with non-amused eyes. "Didn't we already have this discussion, Russia? You're not allowed to just say to people, or force them into it! Bad boy!" She smacked the tall nation in the chest, much to China and Canada's shock.
Russia looked down at Riley with his violet-hued eyes for a few seconds, then crawled into the corner and started to cry. "I just want to be friends with everyone, da!" He sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook his head from side to side. "Why does no one like me? Except Comrade Sasha, but she is not here now, da!"
Oh great. Riley slowly turned to China and Canada. "…what do I do now?"
"A-aiyah, don't ask me, aru!" China held his hands up in an "I DON'T FREAKING KNOW" gesture. "But because I am the most mature and eldest of all of the nations, I will sacrifice myself by calming Russia down. Canada, you take Riley and show her around the globe, aru." He looked absolutely terrified as he approached the crying nation.
"Thank you, China," Canada smiled in his socially awkward way and steered Riley towards the globe. "Just close your eyes, and when you open them, you'll be inside the globe."
Riley nodded and did as she was told, closing her eyes and waiting for something to happen. When Canada said, "You can open them now," she did so and did a double take as her surroundings embedded itself into her eyes. She was in a…a very large foyer of some sorts, almost like the type you saw on those spy movies when the protagonists snuck into a fancy charity even taking place at some rich person's manor. There was even a flipping fountain in the middle of the room, and it was as if Riley had magically transported to a fancy-ass hotel! When she looked up, it was as if the ceiling was spherical, like the inside of a globe-based building. The ceiling was made of different colored glass that she could see her room out of, and when Riley looked closer, the different colors made a map of the world. All around the foyer-type place were about a dozen or so doors.
Riley turned her shocked gaze to Canada, who was smiling somewhat worriedly, as if he was afraid she wouldn't like it. "This is freaking awesome!" She gushed.
"Yes, it's quite nice, eh," Canada agreed. He gestured for her to follow and began walking in a direction towards one of the many doors. "My room is this one." He pointed to the one with a big red maple leaf painted on it. Now that Riley looked, all the doors had symbols on them: the door to the right of Canada's had an American flag on it, and the one to the left of Canada's had a little yellow bird with the word "AWESOME" stenciled beneath it. She automatically knew that they were America's and Prussia's rooms.
Canada opened the door and allowed Riley to walk in first. Inside was a large bed with the Canadian flag printed on the covers, and various hockey posters decorated the white walls. It was very orderly and clean, just like Riley expected Canada's room to look like. He had a little corner containing a very full bookshelf, and another corner was completely dedicated to movies. His bear - Kumajiro, Riley had finally learned - was curled up on the bed asleep. "I know it's not much to look at," Canada rubbed the back of his neck, flushing slightly. "but I like to call it home for now."
"I think it's very neat," Riley patted him on the back, thinking, Aw, Canada looks adorable when he's all socially awkward like this! I need to get him to blossom into a social butterfly! Although, Riley gave a slightly embarrassed grin as the thought processed within her mind, I guess I was kind of the same way until the countries came into my life. They've changed me, I think. For the better. At least I hope it's for the better.
Riley and Canada turned around to see America running at them with a depressed and agitated expression gracing his handsome features. When he got inside of his brother's room, he snapped, "What the hell? I thought I was gonna show you the globe, Riley! Why'd you let someone as unheroic as Canada do it?"
"Because I happen to LIKE Canada," Riley interjected before the quiet nation could answer. "He's calm and doesn't try to 'be my hero' and all that. It gets a bit annoying after awhile, America. No offense."
"But I WANT to be your hero!" America protested, waving his arms wildly and flailing about. "Fine then! You're gonna see my epic room and then you'll totally want me to be your hero and stuff! Bye, dude!" This last sentence was said to Canada as America grabbed Riley's arm and dragged her out of the room to the door with the American flag painted on it. Riley, of course, was cursing and struggling to get out of America's arms, but his hold was freakishly strong for someone who apparently ate hamburgers and pizza for every meal. The energetic nation kicked his door open and shoved Riley inside of it, yanking the door shut behind him and jumping onto the bed afterwards, sitting down and gesturing to the contents of his room with a bright smile. "So? Waddya think? Pretty cool, right?"
America's room was exactly how Riley expected it to be: messy. Empty fast food containers littered the floor, there was a pile of…stuff…in one corner (Riley REALLY didn't want to think about what that was, especially when she saw some of it move) and there were Marvel Comics strewn all over the place. America's bed sheets had Superman and a bunch of other superheroes on them, and one entire wall was completely covered by a collage of American flags that made the shape of the United States. Riley had to admit that was pretty cool. By his bedside, America had a desk with a state-of-the-art computer and flat screen TV with a bunch of gaming systems hooked up by it.
Riley slowly turned to America and deadpanned, "This place smells like shit." And it did.
America frowned and picked up a can of air freshener that was hanging on his wall (?) and sprayed it. Instantly the awful smell of the room was covered up with the aroma of fake fresh vanilla and apple pie. "There! All better!"
Riley sighed and shook her head, turning towards the door. "I'm going to go back and hang out with Canada now - "
"NO! YOU CAN'T!" America immediately shot up and grabbed Riley's arm, staring into her hazel eyes with an intense gaze. He looked away instantly, however, and muttered in an embarrassed tone, "I…need to talk to you about something. Please? I promise I'll keep my voice down and I'll be as calm as I can be."
America just looked so sincere that Riley figured it wouldn't hurt to hear him out. She reluctantly nodded and sat next to him on the bed, really hoping that the little bulge she felt underneath her butt was just a knot in the covers and not a leftover piece of pizza or something as equally disgusting. "What do you need to talk to me about?"
"Well…" America chewed on his bottom lip hesitantly and looked away, rubbing the material of his t-shirt between his thumb and forefinger nervously. "It's about what we were talking about the day all those girls came to our house."
Riley wished it wasn't so, but she instantaneously knew what he was referring to. "The whole 'nations can't love humans' thing, right?"
Her nation nodded. "Yeah. I've been thinking a lot about it lately. And I've been noticing how all your new friends and a bunch of my fellow countries are really getting along." He was talking about Russia and Sasha, Anna and Prussia, Edith and Spain, Jenny and England, and Jessica and Japan. Riley could tell they were all trying to hide it, but there was definitely something going on between all of them. "I'm kinda worried about what's gonna happen." America sighed and ran his fingers through his brownish-blonde hair. "What if some of the other, more stickler-type countries realize what's going on, and kick them all out of the world conference?"
During the past week, Riley had pretty much hosted the girls at her house for a "history party," as she liked to call them. It was obvious that a lot of the nations really liked her new friends, and she was really happy for that. On the other hand, a part of her knew that if the human personifications of the countries were wanting a relationship with her newfound girl pals, it was happening way too fast. Riley knew that she wasn't their mother, but she hoped they would all be smart and do the correct thing. She figured England and Japan would, since they were pretty responsible, but Spain, Prussia, and Russia were a whole different story.
"I know how you feel," Riley nodded in agreement. "I didn't really think about that taboo rule, though - " - that was a lie, and Riley knew it, but it wasn't like she was going to admit to America that she was possibly developing a little crush on him - " - I was mostly worried that if the guys do like the girls, they'd rush into things. Know what I mean?"
"That too, I guess," America nodded. Then he suddenly looked very uncomfortable, yet super determined. Placing both hands on Riley's shoulders, much to her discomfort, the heroic nation looked her squarely in the eyes and said in a completely serious tone, "As your nation and hero, Riley Hawthorne, I have something to say." He took a deep breath, swallowed, went pink in the face, and stammered out, "St-stop flirting with my brother, Canada, damn it!"
Riley's face instantly matched America's in color, only it was mostly from anger rather than being ill at ease and embarrassed. "WHAT?" She screeched, gaping at America with a wide open mouth. "You think I…FLIRT WITH CANADA?" Riley really hoped the nation she was talking about couldn't hear her and America.
"W-well," America fidgeted. "You're always talking to him! No one else ever notices him, so…and you're a girl…and you smile a lot with him…It's just not fair, why does a cute girl like you be so nice to that transparent sack of boringness when the awesome hero like me only gets you yelling at me all the time?" America's expression had turned to one of childish jealously as he indignantly huffed at Riley.
Riley opened her mouth to really, truly, yell at America, but then his sentence fully processed within her brain and she just stared at him for a few shell-shocked moments. "…did you just call me cute?" She finally managed to squeak out when the awkward silence between the two became unbearable.
Riley couldn't help it. It was just too much. All the stress that had been building up during the course of the week from school; people whispering behind her back and most likely spreading rumors about her; the more-than-friendly; emotions for America she was obviously starting to feel; that little "nations + humans = BAD THINGS" law; and the most recent development of America apparently being jealous about Riley spending a lot of her time with Canada finally got to her, and it got to her in the most humiliating way. Right then in there, on America's bed, Riley felt her entire system shut down as it bid farewell to the awake world, and she passed out into the usually energetic (now slightly simmering and somber) country's lap.
The last thing Riley remembered before fainting was France's heavily accented voice at the door going, "Oh hon hon~! Le'Amerique has finally made his move, and eet eez most definitely échec et mat - checkmate, oui!"
D'aaaaaw - WTF. Why did I end it like that. I dunno, I really don't write this fic anymore, it writes itself. The plot develops under my fingers as I type it. So I don't have a clue where this is going. Ahahahaha…ANYWHO. I put up a little poll about this story, and it's mostly a "what do you think" one. I wanna know what your answers are. :D Thanks for reading, and sorry for the dry start - I told you it'd get better as it went along! WE GUNNA GET INTO SOME DRAMA REAL SOON BITCHES. And it's gonna be fuuuu-uuuuun~! *insert evil authoress laugh here*