It was a typical morning, at your house. You were sitting at the Kotatsu table in your living room, practicing your Katakana. It's was boring, but you kind of enjoyed watching yourself improve. Still, you wished you had something a bit more exciting than writing practice to occupy your time. Right then, almost as if he'd read your mind, you father, Kiku, stepped into the room, holding the house phone.
Hearing your name, you looked up from you Katakana, giving him your attention. "Nani?"
Japan walked toward you. "It's for you." He held out the phone, so you could take it.
"Oh, Arigatō." You set down your brush and accepted the phone from your father. Placing the device up to your ear, you spoke. "Kon'nichiwa. _____, here." You immediately pulled the phone away, as your best friend began excitedly screaming at you, on the other end. "Whoa! Hey, calm down! I can't understand you when you're yelling, like that."
You friend took a breath, then explained t