Month of Sorrow

Chapter 6 - Strings of Fate (part 1)

Contains some swearing, courtesy of Romano.

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The boy did not even know what just woke him. His brain starting to run wild, the intrusion of the sunlight despite the day being cloudy, the smell of the spring flower bouquet on his nightstand, or the sudden vibration of his Blackberry. Either way, Hong Kong found himself awake and lying on his bed. He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn as he sat up and stretched.

Hong Kong then took his phone from the nightstand to look at the time on it. It's 9:30 in the morning. As a bonus, he got a text message from America saying that he, Iceland, and the Philippine twins missed yesterday's meeting—which only the two of them never knew about, though whether America forgot about it or neither of their phones got the text was barely the case here—and that all of them must attend there.

The Hongkonger groaned in annoyance. He knew that when a meeting is not done they can always finish it in the next day, so why did he and Iceland have to attend it now of all times, especially when they missed it yesterday? (Though whether it's on purpose or purely accidental, he did not know.)

But then Hong Kong's mind went back to yesterday, on the day he and Iceland spend with Philia. And not just that; new feelings have been emerging within his mind and body for the past few days. Feelings that he is slowly losing control over. He's been trying his hardest to bottle them up, just like he did twice all those years ago and yet those feelings are incredibly different from the ones he was used to.

But then, Hong Kong's mind also went back to the fact that he did not even suffer yet another heart attack or cardiac arrest, just like two days ago. He would only guess that his hypothesis of not getting a heart attack nor a cardiac arrest whenever she's around Philia is correct. But truth be told, he hated being somewhat psychologically dependent on her just to spare him of his heart problems, as he knows that she's no substitute for his heart meds.

Just then Hong Kong's thinking was interrupted when he heard his best friend stir in the bed beside him and yawned. The former then sat up properly, cross-legged, and turned his head quarter-way to look at him.

"Eh, just so you know..." Hong Kong started. "We have a meeting today."

Iceland just glared at him, with sleep still visible in his eyes. "A simple 'good morning' would suffice."

"Sorry, good morning."

"Well, anyway, you said there's a meeting today?"

"Yep, apparently, we missed the last one yesterday."

"Oh." Just suddenly, Iceland's berry purple eyes widened. "Wait, yesterday?! Are you pulling my leg?!"

"I'm like, serious, I got a text from Alfred just now."

Iceland plopped back onto his bed with an annoyed grunt. "Fucking lazy-ass."