I wake up and see the guys passed out around me.
Italy holding my legs on his lap, me on England's chest with his arm around me, Germany leaning on England's shoulder and America on the floor.
He must've fallen......or got pushed.
I try to move out of the grip of both countries but neither of them would let go.
I look at England's watch and see that it is 7:30. Probably time for dinner. Maybe I can make something.
I gently pick up Italy's hands and put them at his side. Then I unwrap England's arm from around my shoulder and kiss his hand.
I make my way to the kitchen hoping and praying that I won't fall, which is more than likely to happen to me.
Unfamiliar with the kitchen, I look around aimlessly for a pot and pasta.
I fill the pot with water and wait for it to boil. In the meantime, I go to my room and grab two vases with red roses in each.
One of the perks to my room is that there are a bunch of flowers that always make you so calmed and relaxed.
I walk back into the kitchen and put the roses down equally but with a space in between for just me in England.
I knew that the guys would understand....or at least America and Germany. Italy never likes to be pushed out of the fun, nor miss his favorite food.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the water bubble. I grab the box and pour in the pasta.
I put the spoon in the pot and start carefully stirring.
Its sort of calming actually. The hot water warming my skin with every touch...
My daze was disturbed by a yawn. I looked at the couch and heard someone say, "pasta" in a tired way. Italy.
I put the spoon down and quickly run to the living room.
"Please don't be up. Please." I say under my breath.
I sit next to the Italian and his eyes are closed.
Huh? Maybe he wasn't up. He then speaks.
"I smell pasta." He says with his eyes closed.
"N-n-no you don't. This is a dream. Now go back to sleep." I say the last part quicker.
He returns to sleep and I go back to the oven.
I sigh in relief. That could've turned out bad. I'll have to apologize to Italy later.
The pasta was done and I put butter in it.
Knowing me, I had to taste test it. I won't even try to deny it anymore.
I dim the lights, I know its cliche but I'm 14, that's all I really know. (No offense to anyone)
As if on cue, all the boys wake up. Italy sniffs around and then flies to my side.
"Pasta!!?" Italy sings.
I feel so bad now. Gosh! Someone PLEASE make this easier for me.
"Buddy. I zink zhey vant to ve "alone". Germany says.
Italy's face gets confused to sad and than mad.
"You made pasta and you didn't think I'd want any!!"
I was holding back laughter. He's so cute when he's mad but I still felt bad.
Italy lunged toward me but America caught him in the air.
"America let go!"
"I'm sorry but you can't hurt new girl!!!
"But...PASTAAAA!!"
Everyone was dragging Italy out. He was still screaming, but it was a faint noise.
England looked at the food. Probably overwhelmed that I did this.
I blushed at the thought.
"Do you want to eat?" I ask quietly.
He nods smiling, a magnificent row of teeth showing.
He starts to eat his pasta. My insides feel like a parade. Waiting forever to show its real self and be loud and make everyone happy.
That's all I want in the world. I want to make everything in the world good. Not in a weird inspirational way, but in a "nice, warm, fun" way.
"(Y/N) this is really good." England yells.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think he's in love with it. I giggle in a girly way which makes me feel awkward inside.
"The power of reading!" I say.
We both laugh. The next few moments are silent.
I start to think about my old life. My old friends, family, school. Is all of that gone?
I was never the most popular person. I had a limited amount of friends and that's why I love it here.
I'm not sure if I want to go back. I hope I don't. I like living with England, I like my room....
Why was there already a girls room? Am I not the first girl who ended up here?
"England?" I say watching him lift his head from his pasta.
"Did you know I was coming here?" I ask.
Some of the pasta from his mouth fell but he quickly contained himself.
"Some girls come here."
I don't know how to interpret that. Either he's a player, chick magnet or confused girls just end up here.
He saw my confused look and chuckled.
"Not like that, its just that girls end up at my door, I don't even know where they come from! And they stay for a while and leave one night. It happens every time.....they never come back."
I hope I don't leave. I love it here.
I finish my pasta and go over to England and hug him.
He kisses my cheek and we stay there for a while.
I take his dish away and start the dishes. England stays in the bar chair next to the island staring at me.
His face his sad and his eyes are glassy and watery.
I stop what I'm doing and drag him over to the couch.
"One time at school, I was walking and slipped backward on a plastic spoon with chocolate on it." I say with no emotion.
His upset face turns into a wide smile and he starts laughing.
I laugh with him because it was kinda funny.
"Thank you (Y/N). For everything." He whispers.
He then starts kissing me. I internally smile and freak out in my mind.
After a while I realize that we're making out. How do I get out of this!? This has been going on for too long.
I open my eyes and see that England is unbuttoning his plaid green and blue shirt.
No no no!! This is not happening! For starters I'm 14 and also GROSS!!!!!
I place my hands on his and back away.
"(Y/N) what's wrong." He asks quietly.
How do I tell him this?
"Um. I think we should stop." I whisper.
He looks concerned.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because England! I'm 14! How old are you?!"
"15."
"Exactly! We are way to young to be doing anything like that! I'm sorry England, but I can't."
I look at his eyes and they go from a crystal green to a dark greenish gray.
His face turns mad again and he leaves the room.
Tears start to creep down my face and I run to the sink to turn on the water. I start to cry, the water blocking my sadness from being heard.
As soon as my eyes are dry, I finish the dishes and walk to the hallway with all the bedrooms.
I see England's door closed. I thought he was going to be with me tonight? Since I have my bad dreams.
I twist the doorknob but its locked. I let out a loud sob but hold the rest until I get to my room.
I lay on my sheets faced down. My head hurts from all the crying and my eyes hurt like hell.
I soon fall asleep.