Almost Home
Hello everybody! This story is acctually a rewrite of the story: Set Fire to the World. I looked back at the story when my computer had a virus and my parents took it to get it cleaned up and the people wiped everything from the computer. So here's the new verson under a different name (also because someone asked about Canada and I was like O_O 'I didn't plan anything for Canada! I'm a horrible neighbor!)
I'm planning on this story being longer than Set Fire to the World simply becuse there are extra characters in it and more nations make an appearence, but I won't take down Set Fire to the World until I'm finished with this verson, (which will be a while since I'm about to start college).
So please bear with me as I drastically change everything from the first story of the Historians (and ultimatly change the second and third) and tell me what you think of the new verson of the story.
Chapter One:
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have forgotten how it goes. –Unknown
The forest was quiet, only the sounds of snow giving underneath the feet of Vikings and their horses. A young boy no older than sixteen was in charge of leading the captive away from the back water village that was hiding the captive from the raiding Vikings. Glancing back he only saw the dark green hood covering the captive's face and the slender hands bound by ragged ropes.
"Don't look into at her boy. She's the keeper for this land and isn't afraid to curse all of us to our deaths a reason why she is gagged and bounded in special rope." The young boy turned around quickly missing the small grin from the captive.
"How can she be the keeper of this land? She doesn't look older than me."
"Keepers of lands are immortal boy; they live as long as there's land to take care of now enough of your questions boy we need to get her to the ocean and I don't want to lose any men while we are doing this."
The group continued on in silence not noticing that the air grew still and the animals disappeared into their homes horses began to get restless except for the one baring the keeper of the land. Sensing something dangerous coming towards them and chose to run and hide to live another day. Curiosity getting the better of the boy he turned around again to look at the supposedly keeper of the English land only to shout out in surprise when the woman was no longer on the stolen horse.
"Sorry lad I had no choice, now that I know what Denmark and Sweden wanted you and your merry men are no longer needed." Her voice was soft soothing even as she whispered into his ear. "However I will let you live if you give me this message to the pair for me: attempt to kidnap me again and I will erase every living thing in their lands…do you understand me lad?" the boy nodded quickly praying to the gods that the woman wouldn't change her mind and kill him. "Good lad, now get onto the horse and ride, don't stop till you get to the sea where Denmark and Sweden are waiting for your group."
Without a second thought the boy launched himself out of her grasp and climbed up onto a horse and took off. Glancing back once to see long blond hair pulled back into a braid dancing in nonexistent wind, and glowing cold sea colored eyes.
Leila sat up wide eyed in unfamiliar surroundings. Looking around she saw soft blue colored walls with several frames of old maps from when the world was believed to be flat. Realizing that she was in the guest bedroom at her friend's house she relaxed and flopped back onto the bed. Wincing when she realized that it was soaked in sweat.
Suddenly the door flew open sending the blond haired girl crashing to the floor tangled in the sheets. Glancing up through watering eyes she saw a blur of brown hair crouching in front of her. "Come on Leila. We need to go shopping for school supplies, and I don't want to deal with the rush…why are you on the ground anyways?"
Sitting up Leila muttered a few curses that would make her British parents proud and appalled at the same time. "I fell because you decided to crash though the door like a bloody idiot." Leila snapped trying to untangle herself from the sheets without any success. Her friend laughed and easily pulled the sheets away from Leila and set them on the bed.
"Come on get into the shower and I'll make your disgusting tea that you seem to love so much." Her friend said walking out of the room.
"My tea is wonderful and better than your coffee." Leila growled grabbing the necessary toiletries and headed to the bathroom connected to the bedroom.
"Whatever you say Limey." Her friend said cheerfully as she walked out of the room and closed the door loudly.
"Bloody Yankee!" Leila screeched before slamming the door to the bathroom. Setting her stuff down onto the counter she finally looked at herself in the mirror. Blond hair that was usually pulled back into a braid and eyes what her friends call 'ocean eyes' but to her just look like regular blue eyes, she is toned, thanks to football and rugby and running from her friend's attempt to 'Americanize' her. The stupid git, there was nothing bad about being British. Leila had kept her accent through the years she lived in America her friend should be proud. Then again her friend was an American…
In the kitchen Megan looked up from her pancakes as Evelyn whistled a merry tune and walked over to the stove top and placed a pot of water on one of the burners to heat up for their friend's tea. "Did you really have to insult her heritage?" Megan asked her twin sister.
"I'm wounded that you think that I would say something to insult Leila's heritage." Evelyn said turning away from the stove to look at her sister. Both had dark brown hair and the same hazel eyes. The only difference between them was that Evelyn was more outspoken and blunt where Megan was more subtle in doing things.
"You called her a limey again didn't you?" Megan deadpanned watching Evelyn turn back to the stove.
"I plead the fifth."
"Of course you do."
"Megan how do you put up with someone like your sister?" Leila asked, her hair was neatly pulled back into a braid and was wearing a shirt with the Union Jack on it and jeans with rips on the knees. She sat down as Evelyn set the tea set down.
"See if I ever make your tea again." Evelyn said walking away to grab a bowel and an apple.
"I live with my sister so I'm desensitized from all of her sarcastic ways." Megan answered.
"Alright! Alright! Enough with the teasing we need to go before the slow people come out and we are forced to slow down for their benefit." Evelyn said draining her cup of coffee and grabbed her messenger bag and keys.
At the mall the three girls traveled from store to store getting everything they would need for their first year in college. But to make sure that no girl spent more than they were supposed to they set up a system.
Leila was to keep an eye on Evelyn who was prone to go into any video game store and walk out with six different types of games and several pre order games that were due to come out later in the year. Leila's job was to drag Evelyn, kicking and screaming if may be, away from the said store or to make sure that Evelyn didn't buy the same game that she already had and only one game was to be bought.
In return Evelyn was to keep an eye on her twin. Megan had a strange urge to buy all things Canadian. Whether it is shirts, bags, sweaters, or other memorabilia with the standard maple leaf. Since Evelyn was Megan's twin she already knew what her sister had and didn't have. So what Evelyn did was follow Megan around and say whatever Megan had and what she didn't need, and if that didn't work Evelyn would simply muscle her sister out of the store ignoring her twins pleas and tears. If Megan can cry on demand so can Evelyn.
Megan's job was to make sure that Leila didn't buy books. Leila was a notorious for buying 'pleasure reading' books that end up sitting in a corner of her room never to be read till Evelyn and Leila's mother come in to do a force clean up. It was harder than it looked since Leila was able to sneak away from Megan and Evelyn when they were distracted by music players, and when the twins would realize that their British friend wasn't with them she would have already spent more than she was supposed to.
The system was set up after they spent over three hundred dollars on unneeded items, and so far it had worked pretty well so far.
Megan scanned the bookshelf looking for the needed book for her English class. For some strange reason they needed to read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Evelyn thought it would be fun to read but Megan wasn't that big on reading scripts. Acting was okay but just reading and trying to find the hidden meanings that probably weren't even there? Yea Megan would rather shove a spoon in her eye.
"Hey Meg, look what I found." Evelyn called out poking her head around the bookshelf grinning.
Megan watched her sister's head disappear before turning the corner and seeing Evelyn hold up an old book out onto the table. Leaning over her sister's shoulder Megan saw that someone had went to great lengths to etch the world map into the worn leather of the book. Even including the trade routes that took place before the twentieth century. "How much do you think it is?" Megan asked looking around the book for a price tag "where did you even find the book?"
"I found the book wedged between the wall and a bookshelf, I didn't see a price tag." Evelyn explained as Leila walked up and saw the book.
"Is that a history book?" Leila asked.
"I think so but most of it I can't even read." Evelyn said opening the book carefully to a page "See this is Russian, I can only pick out a word or two and some dates but that's it, other parts of the book are like this but in a different language."
"That's weird." Leila said as she carefully flipped pages "And there isn't a price tag, do you think that someone brought it in and forgot about it?"
"No. The book was wedged back pretty good I was there for five minutes trying to get it out without damaging it." Evelyn explained closing the book. "I got everything that I need, I'll take the book to the front and see if it's one of the stores and I'll meet y'all at Starbucks."
Megan and Leila found Evelyn sitting underneath an umbrella table drinking her chosen beverage while reading the book that she found. "You didn't buy that book did you?" Megan asked sitting down next to her sister.
"Nope the old man at the store said that it didn't belong to him at first, then got this weird look on his face and said that it was his book and tried to take it from me." Evelyn explained not looking up from the book.
"But if it is his book we need to return it." Leila said frowning.
"I would if it was his book, but it wasn't so I kept it." Evelyn said closing the book "He acted like I had the world's biggest secret in my hands and lunged at me to get the book in front of other people."
Megan watched Evelyn carefully put the book into her new book bag and stood up. "I'm going to let dad take a look at the book and see what he thinks and to see if he knows that if anybody is missing a book like this." Leila and Megan looked at each other before getting up and followed Evelyn out of the loud mall.
"This is a fascinating book girls, and you said that you found it in the mall?" Jonathan Spears, a professor of the university that all three girls were going to go to when they graduated their senior year, which they were about to go into. The three girls sat around the large office Leila and Megan sitting in the soft leather chairs in front of Jonathan's oak desk covered with student papers and artifacts while Evelyn was sitting in the window bench with her knees drawn up to her chest.
"Evelyn found it and said that the book store owner was acting weird once he realized what she was holding." Leila explained "But it's just a book right? Nothing of important value could be in there."
"Books, when about history, are always valuable Miss King." Jonathan said his gray eyes twinkling. "But what I don't understand is why that this book is written in different languages. What could be so important that would require one person from each country to write about the nation's history?"
"One person? What do you mean dad?" Megan asked.
"This is a written journal, and each entry for a nation is written in the same handwriting, which is another odd thing about the book. This book goes all the way up to the fall of the Twin Towers history wise and from looking at the writing it is written by the same person." Jonathan explained closing the book and handed it to Evelyn "I would hold that close to you Evelyn, and to not tell anybody that you have something like this. I'll ask around if any nation is missing a book like this, now be gone girls I have papers to grade and you have been distracting me with an interesting object."
Back home Megan got onto the computer to goof around while Evelyn organized her school supplies stopping often to look at the leather bound book. Leila didn't want anything to do with the book in case it did belong to the old man and went home, the perks of living in a college town, leaving the tempting book with a too curious girl. Sighing Evelyn turned away from the book intending to put up her laundry before her mother came to yell at her for being lazy.
"Ve can we come out now? It's scary in here!" Evelyn stopped at the voice wondering if Megan had some Italian show on before she walked over to her closet.
"Not yet Italy." A gruff German voice looking around Evelyn saw that her door was closed and she didn't hear the TV. Turning around Evelyn stared at the book that was shaking.
"But Germany it's scary in here and I want to say hello to Evelyn!"
"Dude if anybody gets to greet Evelyn it's defiantly the hero!"
"Shut up you bloody git it's too cramp in here to be dealing with your obnoxious heroism."
Evelyn stared at the book that started to glow in fear. Whatever was happening the voices knew her name and it wasn't good. It was never good when bad guys knew your name. Reaching behind her Evelyn groped for her baseball bat as the different accented voices continue to argue more joining in as the glow began to brighten. A bright flash filled the room blinding Evelyn. The voices had stopped arguing in preference to complain about landing on each other.
"Dude get your foot out of my stomach bro!"
"I'm trying America but Germany is sitting on me!"
"Verdammt Italy stop clinging to me!"
"But I can't see Germany! I've gone blind!"
"Please calm down Italy-San, I'm sure it's only temporary."
"Westerners are so immature these days."
"How about everybody become one with Mother Russia da?"
"Hell no you commie bastard!"
"Russia isn't a communist anymore you idiot!"
As the argument continued Megan opened the door seeing her twin sitting on the floor blinking rapidly while a group of men in military uniforms tangled up on the hardwood floor. "What the hell is going on?" Megan asked staring at the scene in shock.
The men stopped their arguments to stare at the twins. Megan glanced at her sister who was now standing and holding a metal baseball bat coupled with Megan's hockey stick that she grabbed before heading to her sister's room they still didn't feel any better about going against nine men that happened to be extremely attractive. "Who are you and what are you doing in my sister's room?" Megan demanded glaring at the men.
One man with messy blond hair and large eyebrows coughed slightly as he detangled himself from a blue eye blond with a strange cowlick and said "Please forgive me for me and my companions rude behavior I'm the personification of Great Britain and Northern Ireland but you two may call me England."
Evelyn and Megan stared at the man as one of the others bounced up to the twins and said "And you can call me Italy and that's Germany and Japan over there. Then there's Big Brother France, China, Russia who's kind of scary, then Canada, and America." All of this was said in an Italian accent and extremely happy as the man with the strange curl hugged both girls tightly.
"Italy you are hugging them to death let them go." The stern looking blond that 'Italy' called Germany pulled the brunette away from the girls.
Megan and Evelyn watched as Italy began to cry before looking at each other. "How do we know that they haven't escaped from some mental hospital?" Megan whispered to Evelyn as they slowly began to move to the door to make their escape.
"Dude not cool we aren't mental." The man that was introduced as America said frowning.
"Well it is a normal reaction from sane people America." The man that introduced himself as Britain snapped. "At least some of your people are smart enough."
"Hey!" America and Evelyn cried out at the insult to their nationality.
"He sounds like Leila." Megan muttered fidgeting with her hockey stick.
"Britain's people are usually rude."
"What did you say frog face?" with that in hand Britain launched himself at France and the two began to fight.
Evelyn, in fear for her bedroom furniture, whistled loudly gaining the attention of the self-proclaimed 'nations'. "Okay Nations if you really are the personification of the world's nations how did you get into my bedroom?"
"You're indulging their psychotic fantasy?" Megan demanded eyeing her sister warily as if she was about to do something idiotic.
"Not really." Evelyn answered.
"How about we start from the beginning? While you two put that bat and hockey stick down." Britain said holding his hands out in a peaceful way.
Megan and Evelyn looked at each other before saying "Hell no." at the same time.
"Dude…freaky twin thing going on." America laughed.
It took several hours with all the nations putting their own input while Britain was trying to explain along with Megan and Evelyn interrupting with their own questions and on top of that a demonstration of Britain destroying the Spanish Armada, something that both sisters found fascinating, it was late into the evening when Britain finally finished explaining and looked at the two girls expecting them to start calling the police. Megan glanced at Evelyn who looked to be deep in thought while observing the nations that spread out in Evelyn's bedroom. Looking around Megan watch America go through her sisters games with his brother and Japan with an excited look on his face. Russia was creeping on China who was trying not to freak out. Germany was silently watching Italy play with Evelyn's small calico kitten making sure that he didn't freak out, and France and Britain were watching the sisters waiting for something to happen.
"Why was the book in that bookstore?" Evelyn finally asked.
"What do you mean?" Britain asked.
"The book that you guys came out from, I found it in the bookstore in the mall. If I was a nation I wouldn't want it to be in a mall where anybody can find it." Evelyn explained.
"We were dragged into the book just yesterday." Italy randomly said looking up from the kitten.
"Ja, we were in a meeting and then we were in the book with no explanation." Germany inputted.
"It was magic you wankers!" Britain snapped.
"Dude magic doesn't exist." America said popping into the conversation as he plopped down on the bed next to Evelyn.
"Do you think we should mention the Native American magic and spirit gods?" Megan whispered to Evelyn as another argument broke out, it seemed like it happened around this group a lot.
Evelyn glanced at the nations seeing the bear that Canada was holding looking at them intently before shaking her head. "Nah, if Britain hasn't figured it out yet then he doesn't need to know." For some reason the bear looked satisfied with her whispered response as he turned to the nation holding him and demanded pancakes.
I'm just going to say it right now. The Hetalia characters are going to be a little bit OOC expecially Canada and America. I love how much of an idiot that the show makes our country and yes it seems at times that Canada is forgotten in history but I'm about to start my major (which deals with history) and I feel like I would be in the wrong but I'll make sure that America has idiotic moments. We American's tend to act stupid at times I'm not going to lie...
But please tell me what you think?