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Of Surprise Guests

"See ya, guys."

"Yeah! Enjoy your sembreak, ________"

I waved good bye to my friends for one last time before I got off the bus. As the bus passed, I saw my friends smiling at me from the window seats. God, I'll really miss this crazy bunch. I wish we didn't have this two week semestral break. Though, I'm probably the only one who doesn't want to. I have my reasons..

I don't like being at our house.

That's right, house--not home. That latter is an alien word to me.

Don't get me wrong, my family isn't the abusive kind. I don't even think we have physical contact with each other at all. You see, at our house, it's like every one has their own world. Always too busy with everything. Never having time to even have dinner together anymore. Anymore...

Yes, that meant we did..back then.

Back then, mom and dad's business wasn't as successful as it is now. We used to live a life of simplicity..now replaced with luxury.

Why did I ride a bus back home, you ask, oh mysterious-person-who-is-me-reading-this?

Because I hate our current way of living.

Yes, having lots a money is awesome. I was able to buy all the food and Hetalia merchandise I've always wanted. And when we bought the huge and spacious house, I was thrilled.. but then as the days passed...my parents and my younger brother suddenly indulged themselves into their own worlds---without me.

My parents were always busy with their company meetings and all that business crap.

My brother, on the other hand, was too busy excelling in everything at school. So, when at the house, he'd either be exhausted, or be playin' in the gaming room.

Then there's me , _______ _________.

The otaku of the family who's not really special.

**sigh**

As I was about to continue my soliloquy, I realised that I was nearing our gate.

A slight breeze passed and I brushed my (h/c) bangs, that covered my eyes when the wind blew.

While walking, I combed my hair using my hands to at least look presentable...just in case any family member was at home. Which I doubt.

I stopped at our gate.

I looked at it for a while.

Why...is it open?

A heavy feeling in my chest suddenly emerged as I briskly walked towards our front door.

As I got nearer, I heard voices.

"Mon dieu! This is most probably a failure of magic trick by England!"

"It is not, wine bastard!"

"Hmph! It's the potato bastard, then!"

"Huh? Why is my fault?"

"Uwaaa! Fratello, Germany didn't do anything!"

"Aiyah. I could be eating good food instead of being in this mess."

"Maybe you guys should become one with me while we're here?"

"NO."

"Kolkol."

"Kesesesese! This is awesome and all, but how will we go back? The awesome me's blog needs updating!"

I just stood there at door. These voices..? Hetalia?