-Hungary's Journal-
I'm completely flustered! It was an accident by all means I swear it yet she doesn't believe me! Okay...maybe that's not the best way to describe it...but WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY!??! She won't accept my apologizes! I doubt she even listens when I speak...and if Gilbert doesn't shut up I swear I'm going to beat him and that annoying bird of his! That stupid Prussian I can hear his gloating laughter all the way from the 'safety' of my room. I mean as if today wasn't already the utmost worst day of my ENTIRE life! That's only a small exaggeration. It was almost as bad as getting your country invaded...do you kind of follow me? ....anyway. I suppose I should start at the beginning and get my facts in order for you huh? Alright well here's what happened.
It was as normal as any day I suppose: I woke up, staggered over to my closet and got dressed in the school uniform, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, made my bed, and was stuffing the last of my school books into my backpack before it was even 6am. Oh the wonderful habits being a maid installs in oneself is quite astounding. But unlike most days I fell back onto my bed exhausted and fell asleep for a few more minutes...it wasn't until I heard other voices that I even realized what I had done, though it didn't fully process with my overworked mind. As if one could even sleep in this house, it's almost impossible with everything that happened last night, but that's beside the point. Anyway....I managed to force myself up and out of my bed...after which I proceeded to grab my school bag and head to breakfast, sounded like a good idea right? For the love of Hungary was I mistaken....I should have skipped breakfast.
So here I was groggy and wanting nothing more than to crawl back to my room and sleep. Of course, I already knew that I couldn't possibly miss the second day of school, and so instead I entered the kitchen. It was packed....I recognized the majority of the figures in the room but I was in no mood to be social. With a single glare I managed to make everyone that was close enough to see my expression shut up, much to my delight, less noise you know. But it gets worse than just loud voices.....somewhere in the room I could hear Prussia boasting about how awesome he thinks he is. America and Russia were in an argument though I'm certain that probably didn't last long because France was practically clinging to Canada and Lithuania.
And in the midst of all of this chaos that made up our, 'perfect little world', I felt something underfoot that quite obviously wasn't the normal flooring. For a split second I felt my equilibrium thrown off one hand going out instinctively to catch myself but grabbing nothing but air. I fell forward, ramming into someone with nothing but dead body weight as we fell to the ground in a crash. All I really remember was suddenly the presence of soft lips against my own and a tingling warmth creeping through my body. I let the pleasant feeling linger a moment before I felt something pressing against my body from below me. The softness, was obviously....blindingly obviously NOT tile. My eyes shot open and I felt myself pull away slightly, I was staring into the horror stricken eyes of a blonde girl, she looked vaguely familiar. For a moment it was as if my entire world had stopped and there was nothing but me and the petrified girl underneath me. There was no way I was light either....but I blinked feeling my gaze locked with hers and an odd calm wash over me. I noticed her place one hand against her lips and I sat back a little more straddling her...it wasn't until now that I realized there was complete silence this entire time until I heard an odd....snickering.
My gaze was torn from the female and suddenly I was back to the real world, and I wish I could have died right there. Every. Single. Pair. Of. Eyes. Were. On. US. I felt myself swallow dryly my mind a buzz of confusion but I felt a forceful shove, the first reaction from the girl, and suddenly I was off of her my back against one of the cabinet doors. She stood before my sitting figure shaking with a look of pure outrage and perhaps a flush of embarrassment? "I'm so sorry I slipp-." "Y-you ******** bit-tch!" the girl spat from behind her hand that still covered her mouth and was hiding her reddened cheeks. The boys, by this time were laughing, or at least I was certain Prussia and Denmark were. They'll pay later. I couldn't really comprehend what the girl was saying as she started to ramble off in another language but I had the vague indication that it wasn't very nice.
She didn't even let me apologize, because let me tell you I did open my mouth to apologize, but before I could she had turned and fled from the kitchen wolf whistles and horrid comments. I felt lost sitting there my hands on either side of me just hanging there, with a sense of suddenly being third person I felt myself stand up grab my bag turn slowly eying the group. Some of them were gaping at me, others recovering from their laughter, one (though I'm not sure who) had actually run after the girl...while another hurried out of the room his face towards the ground. It took me a moment but when Gilbert made some perverted comment I glanced at him before giving him a dead-pan stare, he knew he would pay later. Too many times he had crossed the line in the last 24-hours.
In the meantime, I grabbed a piece of toast, meant for Spain, I think, and headed for the door. It closed with a BANG, that I'm certain would not soon be forgotten. On my way to school I had this horrific reoccurring thought...the kiss, hadn't been that bad. It had felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time...and not only that...but I just remembered who that girl was. It came like a punch to the gut. Slovakia, I wonder if she still dislikes me because of our war I had created. If not, she does now. Lord keep me from killing Prussia....he tries my patience.
Till later then....
-Elizabeth Héderváry-
P.S. The day got worse...I just don't feel like writing right now....
