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I stood outside my bedroom door, I set one of my bags down and reached for the handle. The door slowly opened, squeaking as it went, and shown a perfectly made room. The walls were plain white, the bed sheets white to match, the carpet a light gray, and a dark wooden dresser. It seemed more like a hotel room than anything. But the thing I loved most about it was the big window that was on the opposite wall, I left my bags near the bed and walked over to the glass. I could see the rest of the neighborhood, everything dark as everyone was peacefully asleep. I yawned and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing the window. 'I wonder what it's going to be like... staying here...' I lie down and slip under the covers, 'I hope I'll be okay..' I close my eyes and sigh, H/C hair getting in my face, but I let it. As I drift to sleep, the door squeaks open. "Sigh, goodnight." Then it closes.

 

I hear the birds chirping as I slowly awake. My eyes flutter open, and I'm immediately blinded. By the sun coming through the window or the whiteness of the ceiling? I don't know, but I hear my name calling me for breakfast. 'Looks like the food did.' I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes, "Get up sleepy head! I'm fixing pancakes!" 'Yep, definitely the food.' I quickly get up and grab some clothes before quickly putting them on while heading into the hallway. Hey, you have to hurry when there's food involved. Once finally pulling my pants up I make my way down the stairs, taking one at a time. I head straight for the kitchen and sit down. Grandma was at the stove fixing pancakes, I could smell them from outside the room, and it also looked like she was fixing coffee. "Goodmorning Grandma..." "Goodmorning!" I smiled, she always seemed happy and hyper, but mostly hyper.

When I first got here her actions shocked me, I guess I thought she would be calmer than... this. "What cha' thinking about?" "Food" She laughed, "Don't worry it'll be done in a second." After finally making up my mind, and building up my confidence, I stood up beside her. "Can I.. help?" I thought over my words carefully, not wanting to sound too awkward. I failed. "Sure you can, you know how?" I blushed, although I'm glad she didn't notice, or acknowledge, how awkward I was. "I was hoping you could teach me.." She seemed surprised but still happy at the same time, maybe even a little happier. "Of course, grab that pan over there."

 

After breakfast we sat down in the living room, she read a book as I just sat there, looking out the window. A peaceful silence spread over the room, the whole house seemed like it was vacant. I found it quite nice, although I was paying attention to what was outside more than what was inside. Outside I could see all of Grandma's flowers, different colors shown against the green grass perfectly. 'It's so beautiful outside, I wonder if Grandma planted those...?' "Hey, want to get out of here?" I jumped a little, it sounded like what a.. younger person would say, but it held so much emotion. It sounded just like her. I turned around and nodded, "I would like to."

She smiled, "Wanna go to this coffee shop downtown? I know someone that works down there, very nice place." I smiled and nodded enthusiastically, "Yes." "Okay then, get ready. I'll be finding my jacket." I nodded and hurried up the stairs, to my bedroom. I hurriedly opened the door and ran inside, I went through the dresser and found a F/C sweater and some jeans to put on. Canada is known for it's cold weather, so I brought a beanie with me. I brushed out my hair and hurried downstairs, Grandma was just now getting her jacket on. "You ready?" I nodded, but then realized she was turned away from me. "Yeah." "Well then come on!" She seemed happy to get out of the house to.

We both walked out, I took the keys and locked the door. "Why do that?" She asked me as I turned around and handed them back to her, "Burglars?" She shook her head, "Why are you Americans always so worried, I know the people around here. I've known them for decades!" I raised an eyebrow, "But what about the people that don't live around here..?" She thought about that, I could tell by her expression. "Eh, doesn't matter. Let's hurry." I nodded and went after her, she got in the driver's side while I sat on the passenger's side. We sat down and shut the doors, "Do you know how to drive?" I shook my head, "Well, I'll teach you later." She then slammed the gas pedal. 'Oh dear lord..!' I grabbed the sides of the seat to keep me down, shock took over me as I just watched houses go by in blurs.

I used one of my hands to cover my eyes while the other could never find the seatbelt, we were already there. "Oh dear lord-! I'm never letting you drive again! How-" I practically screamed, I barely uncover one of my eyes to see the car was parked right in front of a coffee shop. I let out a sigh of relief as she just laughed at my surprised expression. "Haha! You should of seen your face!" I was still wide eyed, and a little pale, before she started getting out. I got out after her, shaking. "Come on, I have someone I want you to meet!" I barely nodded, and sluggishly walked after her, trying to keep my balance. She held the door open for me and chuckled, "Wipe that surprised look off your face!" I snapped back to reality, "Do you.. drive like that.. all the time..?" I said, panting as another voice came into our conversation. "Ohonhonhon! You 'ad to go through 'er driving? Bless you."

Notes:

Hetalia does not belong to me.
It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Pictures definitely do not belong to me,
they belong to their rightful owners.
I'm just a fellow fanfiction writer. :3