Chapter 8
Posted on: October 17, 2009, at 12:07:28am

I took the hand he offered me and stood up. I noticed that he was about a foot and a half taller than me. Great. He smiled down at me and I suddenly realized that all of his groceries were now a colorful print on the belly of my t-shirt. “Oh, ‘m so s’rry here take this m’ney so you can buy s’me more.” He looked surprised by my offer. “Thank you, if you come to my house I can wash your clothing.” “Um, ‘r ya sure it’s safe.” “Yes, after all what reason would I have to attack you. You are one of the strongest states that Alfred has.” “Well…okay, lets go.” I turned to leave when my wrist was grabbed from behind. I turned to look and stared into two very familiar golden pools. “Carlos! What are you doing here?” He looked anxious and stressed. “Alfred told me to come get you, he said you’d listen to me before him.” I yanked my wrist away from him. “Well m’be you should tell ‘m t’ not be such an ass!” “I’m not ready to go home ‘n get a lect’re when I did nuthin’ wrong.” And with that I left leaving a confused Mexico to watch me go. I looked to Russia and his smile beamed down at me. “Russia, do ya think Carlos will tell Antonio. I don’t want him t’ be worried fer no reason.” “Oh it will be fine, Spain has nothing to worry about. That is except for Alfred’s temper, I don’t think he’ll be happy.” “True, but I know he wont try t’ bring me back if ’m around ya. I think he doesn’t want t’ do anything t’ piss ya off.”