NetherlandRose

*M POV* (Why do I always start this way?) "I'll get it!" I hollered over my shoulder when I heard someone knocking on the door to our flat. Some how Gilbert got me moved in into his flat before the first semester was over. I can't say I didn't like it, it's been really fun. I walked from my room to the door which opened to reveal Alfred whom I haven't seen since July 2nd. "Matt! Let me in before I die!" Before I could answer, he made his way in. "Guess what Matty. I got enrolled in college as soon as you left. As soon as Winter Break started, Arty let me come here to see you. He and Francis are gonna be here in a few days for the holidays.

*M POV* I had just finished putting my bags by the front door when my brother came in, and like I expected, he said something ridiculous. "Wow, I can't believe you're making Arty or Francis take you all the way to that big state. Too bad you don't have a car like me." "I think I can get someone else to drive me," I said in a quiet voice. It wasn't timid, no, I was done being timid. I had played too much hockey and spent too much time with my boyfriend... well, he's still not my boyfriend. Hopefully that will change tomorrow, my eighteenth birthday "Like who? That one guy who's always smoking or that dick Ivan?" he chuckled. "No." I hadn't

Gilbert walked into the circular meeting room; he had convinced Germany to take him with, to his surprise, his brother readily agreed, not wanting the albino to get depressed and drunk like a certain Brit. What surprised him further was who was waiting in the conference room. He immediately spotted the boy from the street sitting quietly in chair, looking like he didn't expect anyone to talk to him. The fact that he looked so alone wasn't surprising, just what he was doing. Only countries were allowed in this meeting, tomorrow representatives would come in. Wondering if he got the schedule mixed up, Gilbert walked over to him. "Hey there B

Tororo sat in on of the corners of his small cell, really just a closed off room, but he decided to call it his cell, trying to organize his thoughts. The only other thing to do was stare at a gray wall, which didn't seem like the best option. So far, after what seemed to be thousand of hours but was really only a couple and some minutes, he finally thought he had it figured out. He DID love the slightly sadistic, yellow Keronian, he just didn't know how to say, also that the hacker  might not love him,  too dense to realize the emotions coming from the younger alien, or was taunting him, that he did not know. Nothing he knew could be appli

Tororo walked down the metallic hallways of the Keroro platoon 'secret' base, his little feet making a click-click sound, him cursing Pururu every step of the way. Why did he care that everything tasted like curry. Soon, the head-shaped lab came into view, he casually walked in, surprised not to see it enforced with some sort of barrier. He took another step forward and immediately fell onto his butt. "Owww," he moaned rubbing his face where it impacted the most. "I have security cameras, n00b." Kururu's voice came over an intercom. "Where are you?" "Demanding are we? Well I'm obviously in my lab." The salmon frog looked around, only see

Tororo angrily screamed and threw the laptop at the wall, with as much rage as he had, it wasn't a huge surprise it broke. For the past week, he had been trying to undo what Kururu had done, how the heck was one supposed to know five different programming languages? Sure he could easily look them up, aside from the fact his computer was hacked and now smashed, but he was pretty sure half these languages were made up by Kururu. That wasn't the only thng frustrating him, every one in the platoon was giving him grief about not having iTunes, or about no wi-fi. Well had they ever tried to unhack a computer! It was hard, not to mention it was ha

Tororo walked up to his blue companion. "Ugh! I'm so fed up with that creepy yellow fart." HE over exaggerated, knowing Taruru wouldn't be able resist drama. Of course he was right, "Yeah, no one likes him, but you seem to be able to put up with him more than any one else. What happened?" "Yeah, well you know last night when the Keroro platoon came over? Well, he totally flirted with me." "No way! That's totally creepy. Do you need to borrow some pepper spray?" "No I got him off my back by saying I already had some one, but he asked who and I totally paniced and said you." "Haha good one… WAIT WHAT! Why'd you tell him WE were toge

Tororo peeked out of his room, this would be the first time he stepped foot outside of his nerd cave for quite a few days. He thought back to what Kururu had said last night, "Just don't sulk, or I'll have failed." He visibly blushed, making his face actually pink. What had the older alien meant? Did he actually care about his well being? Was he worried? Was it his eternal mission to save him like a damsel in distress? He cleared his head, bringing him back to the current situation. He knew someone would ask if he was doing all right, why he was locked up in his room, and quite frankly he didn't want to deal with that. If they knew, they wo

Tororo angrily slammed down his laptop and stormed out, the rest of his platoon chuckled behind him. They would never understand how he felt, being hacked as if it were some game. He had been sure he had stumped the old yellow fart this time, but a similar round-and-round spiral showed up on his screen as soon as he taunted the Sgt Major. Still fuming, he stormed into his room, glad his personal computer, which he had left open on his bed, wasn't displaying the scornful symbol. He was fed up with the yellow creep, "Frog! Why can't he leave me be? That frogging Kururu, honestly, doesn't he know I'm just trying to get his attention? What do I