Okay, so here we are, now on America. Well, to be completely honest, I did France first as a request from a friend, but after getting a good ways with this, I realized that this one it going to be MUCH longer...not in numbers of chapters, but in things stuffed INTO the chapters...this is how you know I live in the good old USofA XD
I no own Hetalia
Sorry if at any time you feel like America goes a little OOC...I'm not perfect
Everyone was stunned when Eve entered the room, even the great hero, America, was shocked into silence. Britain broke the silence as he cleared his throat and stared talking. "You must be the newcomer. We got the letter about you, miss...?" His voice trailed off. Even the newcomer had to have a name to be properly addressed. "I suppose...you can call me Eve." She finally spoke. Her voice was soft, and slightly confused at the moment as was our hero who couldn't take his eyes off her. Eve was a human name, to which they rarely addressed one another as. After a short silence she decided to clarify.
"I know it isn't a proper name for a country, but I can't really say that I am a proper country at all." She told them. "Hang on, then what are you doing here?" America asked, earning a smack in the head from Britain. "Don't talk to a newcomer that way! Have a little respect! She's a woman after all!" He scolded his former colony. Eve saved the younger nation from more assault that would have surely insued as he thought about retaliating. "It's alright, Britain. America has a right to be confused. This isn't really the normal way to start off, I know that much." America looked to the girl in silent thanks as Britain stopped his scolding, neither really noticing that she had used both their names.
"So then, why not tell us exactly who you are and why you're here?" Germany inquired, attempting to keep a professional air about him. The girl called Eve only smiled at his question, unfased by his professionalism as if she had expected it. Her next explanation left them all speechless. "I say that you can call me Eve because Eve is short for my true name... Everyone." She paused for a moment to let the statement sink into the silence.
"I am not truly a nation because I am a part of all nations. I know all there is to know about all of you because I am a product of the mixture of your cultures and ideals. I sent that letter to you because I thought it beneficial to the world meeting to have a person that would know compromise and ways of benifitting all nations to the best of their ability."
It was silent for a long while. "Hang on, how do we know you aren't trying to fool us?" Austria questioned. Eve gave a triumphant smile, signaling that she had gotten the response she had hoped for. "Ask me any sort of deeply personal question." She answered easily. This seemed to make the others uneasy. "If it will make things easier I will only speak the answer aloud if given expressed permission. Otherwise I will only speak the answer to the respective country." the gears were beginning to turn in the hero's head. There was very little that the others didn't know about him and that was enough thought to give him the question he should ask.
Seeing as the other countries didn't speak up, America decided to go first. "Okay then. I'll go. You can answer this one aloud." He began, seeming to-for once-be professional and serious. "Who do I like most in this room, but not in a romantic way?" He seemed to stress the "not romantic" that way when the answer was given no one would think it odd. "Britain. You've always looked up to him." Eve said with a smile. The two exchanged glances-though Britain's was more surprised-before both fell silent.
America hadn't expected the two things that had come from that as the questions went on: Britain seemed completely surprised by this as if he hadn't known before and Eve had proven-to him at least-that she knew anything and everything about them. By the time the third question was asked, something seemed a bit odd to the blue-eyed nation. 'Wait, did she just call him Canada? I didn't think any of us had met this chick before. Wait a minute, she called me and Britain by our names too! Holy crap, she really does know who we all are!' The eccentric country thought in utter surprise whilst France asked his question.
America barely noticed when Eve spoke French, but did because it was about the only thing he knew what to translate it to in English. "I told you, I am a part of all of you. I know everything you try to hide from others, mon amour." He heard her say. He remembered that "mon amour" in French was "my love" in English. How he had accomplished that was enough of a mystery without wondering how he had put the peices together so quickly.
The sudden change of language surprised him, but he seemed rather excited to know that she was at least bi-lingual. He could get her to tell him what France was saying to Britain all the time since he was about the only one who didn't know. By now every one else had figured it out on their own. As the meeting proceeded, America was happy to learn that Eve would be speeding a week with him to start off a little world tour she had going to help everyone get to know her. This gave the energetic country an excuse to finally throw that week-long party he had been meaning to put into the works.
By the end of the meeting he was halfway done with planning the week and was walking out behind the others before a familiar voice snapped him back to reality. "Eve, America, could you two hang back a mo? I have something I'd like to discuss with you." The Brit asked. Eve happily complied as she said goodbye to the others as America remembered what had been said at the very beginning. He turned back to the room to see that only the three of them were left now.
"About that question you asked before..." Britain began, now having dropped whatever guard he had put up before to hide his curiousity. "Yep, I totally did that on purpose." America told him. The Brit was surprised. "What the bloody hell for?! You know that she answered that wrong!" He argued as soon as the surprise gave way to suspicion. "That wasn't the wrong answer." Eve protested.
Both boys looked to her now. "I was being completely honest and all three of us know that it was the honest, truthfull, correct answer." England sighed lightly. "I can hardly believe that." He told her. "Dude, that hurts! Of course I like you! Your still my bro, after all. I might have wanted my freedom before, but I still look up to you." America finally admitted. Britain stared towards the younger country for a while before he sighed and shook his head.
"Whatever, just don't go giving the others ideas. I don't want them to think I told you how to be an idiot." He said, a teasing smile playing on his face. "Sure, dude. No problem. Just continue on as normal." America replied with his same bright smile. The Brit nodded to both him and Eve before leaving the room. America looked to the girl curiously. "So, you're really Everyone? Is that why you know French?" He asked. Eve nodded.
"French, Spanish, German, Italian, you name it." She said with a smile. "It's not all that hard once you get the grammar down." America smiled brightly. "That's so friggin cool! So you know what everyone is saying!" He said excitedly. Eve laughed lightly as she nodded. "Now, shall we get going?" She asked. "Since I am going to your place first." The blonde nodded and led Eve away. The whole plane ride over all America did was talk about what she would be doing with him for the week. She knew that she had better just let him talk since these plans would be non-negotiable.
"Okay, so we're going to be busy all week. I've always wated to throw a week-long party! So we definitely have to get a few bands in for this. Maybe Greenday, All American Rejects, you know, the really good ones. I think on the last day there should be fireworks, so I'll have to get that taken care of. For food I'll have to get about five tons of hamburgers and the worlds largest soda machine, and maybe some hot dogs or something to go with them and definitely some fries. Oh! And we'll have to find a good place to stage this whole thing. Maybe Time Square in New York, what do you think?" The eccentric blonde finally paused to ask her opinion. "That sounds like a lot of phone calls." Eve said with a smirk.
"Ah, that won't be a problem. I am the hero after all. A few phone calls are worth it." He said happily before continuing his rant. He hadn't noticed, but after a short while Eve had fallen asleep. He stopped as she leaned over on him, staring for a moment. 'Is she asleep..?' He thought quietly. He watched her for a moment and smiled. 'She is pretty cute. And so peaceful when she's sleeping. Maybe this'll be more fun that I thought.' He thought quietly. He remained quiet and allowed her to sleep until they landed.
"Hey, Eve, wake up. We're here!" America's voice woke her along with a gentle shaking. Eve slowly opened her eyes to be suddenly faced with America's. "Geez! Hasn't anyone ever told you about personal space?!" She shouted in surprise as she backed quickly into her chair. The blonde only laughed at her response. "Sure they have, but I wasn't that close! I mean you were leaning on me earlier while you were asleep so it isn't really that close." He told her.
A blush crossed the brunette's face. "And you didn't wake me up? You must've been pretty uncomfortable like that." She said as the two of them stood and grabbed their things. "Not really. You're really light so it was no big deal. Plus it was fun to watch you sleep." Eve tripped over her own feet as he said this, recovering her balance before she would completely lose it. America only laughed at her and the two got off the plane.
It was nighttime when they arrived in New York, and the two went straight to a penthouse in a large extravagant condo building. Eve wondered how he could afford a place like that, but as a personified country he must have some perks like housing and food. Nations need to live and eat, too. As she looked around, the first thing noticeable was the fact that there were clothes and remains of food strewn across the floor. America gave a nervous chuckle before he quickly began to clean things up.
'I guess he only keeps clean when he knows someone is coming over.' Eve thought. As clothes were cleared Eve walked across the tan carpet of the living room to what she suspected to be a bedroom door and opened it with ease. Of course as she went to investigate, America ran over, threw the clothes carelessly into the room, and then shut the door. "My room." He said simply, blocking the way into the room.
"Got something in there worth hiding?" Eve said with a smirk. America suddenly became flustered, stuttering to find an excuse. A look of surprise crossed the brunette. Something about the American's red face coupled with the frantic mind-search for a reason she shouldn't go inside was just so...cute.
Nearly everything about him so far had been so childish and innocent that she felt like doing something incredibly stupid...she had felt like kissing him, even in just a small way. The ways of the American must've rubbed off on her, because as he suddenly thought of the perfect reason why she shouldn't go further she leaned forward and quickly landed a small kiss on his nose. The sudden action had the blonde blushing even more so than before if at all possible. (Picture Tamaki's face when he found out Haruhi was a girl)
"A simple 'personal privacy' explanation will be fine, America. I am a guest, after all." Eve pointed out as she turned away, walking to another door and opening it. America made no move from where he was against the door-let alone to stop her exploring-so she looked around what appeared to be a guest bedroom. It had seemingly been untouched as the bed was perfectly made and the floors were void of clothes or food remains. The bed sat against the far wall beneath a window to where the head board was against the wall to her right.
She smiled to herself as she walked inside, the brown carpet continuing through the expanse of the room. A dresser sat against the left wall and a flat-screen tv was mounted to the wall just a above it. Eve smiled to herself as she looked around for a minute before going back out into the living room. When she got back, she took note that not only had America finished picking up what he could from the floor, but also that he now seemed to be in a wrestling match with the vacuum.
'I guess he doesn't really use it often. Housekeeping must have their hands full.' Eve thought with a sigh as she then went over to the struggling blonde and seized control of the cleaning machine. "H-hey, come on, I can do it! Seriously, this is my place!" He argued as Eve easily unraveled the chord and plugged it in. "It's fine, America. I might be a guest, but I don't mind cleaning up a little. Besides, something tells me that I would've done it anyway even after you went through the trouble." She said as she shrugged. "Just my little bit of Germany."
America gave several protests about "being the hero" as an excuse for her to let him clean, but she easily ignored him as she pushed him to the couch and told him to stay put while she cleaned. After a thorough vacuuming of the entry and living room she discarded the contents and put the exhausted machine back in its place. She silently thanked the designer of the room that the carpets were tan, otherwise she suspected they would be after a few weeks with the blonde who still sat on the couch.
"Alright, I'm done now." Eve said with a smile. "And now I've worked up an appetite. Do you have something I can snack on?" America nodded as he stood, going to the kitchen with Eve close behind him. She waited for a moment as he rummaged through a few cabenets, taking down different snacks he had stored there which mainly consisted of chips or candy. 'I guess I'll have to buy him some real food sometime soon.' She thought quietly as she picked up a bag of sour cream and onion chips and began munching.
"I love those chips! It's funny, they really don't taste like sour cream and onions put together. I've tried it just to see and I didn't really like the taste of that." America rambled on as he put the other snacks away. "Well, it would have had to be green onions you know. White ones don't taste the same." Eve pointed out. Somehow she just knew the next comment was going to come up.
"Onions come in different colors?! No way!" He said excitedly. Eve giggled as she walked with the bag in hand to the living room again, going directly across from where the enrtrance door was. The entire wall was glass, making it more like a large window as she stared out at the nighttime streets of New York. "The view from here is amazing." She commented half to herself. America smiled brightly as he walked over to here. "Yeah, it is pretty cool, but I've got another place out in the country that I stay at more than I stay here. It's a way quieter, but there's enough space to do some really cool stuff. Plus that's where Tony's ship is!"
Eve gave him a curious look. "Tony?" She asked. "Oh, yeah! You haven't met him yet! I'm sure if he isn't here he'll be back tomorrow. You can talk to him then! Don't worry about anything, I'm sure he's gonna love you!" America said happily. Eve giggled lightly as she put another chip in her mouth, not quite taking the whole thing in yet. "Hey, can I have some?" The blonde asked. Eve would have said "they're your chips" but since she currently had one occupying her mouth she merely held out the bag to him.
What happened next surprised her to no end, and frankly also surprised America himself. Yes, he reached into the bag for some chips, but as he did he quickly leaned forward and bit off the end of the chip the Eve still held in her mouth. His lips barely brushed hers and she could only just feel his breath on her face. America watched her face become completely red as he backed off and headed for his room. "You should sleep. Night, Eve!" He called quickly, running into his room and shutting the door quickly behind him before she had time to drop the bag in surprise and swallow what she had in her mouth.
"W-what was..?" She said quietly as she willed the blush to leave her face. 'I doubt France would even be that bold...but I guess I did kiss him first.' The flustered brunette grumbled something then went to the guest bedroom. Needless to say, neither of them got much sleep that night.