My first Hetalia fic. I realize I don't have many readers but I'm hoping those of you who find this appreciate it. I actually have the first 4 chapter written out but they're all really long so this should be a decent story to post here. Human names used. Gender bending done.
So here's chapter one: A World Meeting and a Discriminated Lover
I'm sure you all know my big brother Alfred. I'm the middle child out of all fifty of us. And when I say middle child, I mean middle child! I'm number twenty-five, Arkansas. My name is Grace Jones, and today I'm going to a World Meeting. Alfred doesn't know though. I'm dying to meet Alfred's twin sister, Madeline.
The meeting just got started. From my little nook in the wall hiding place I easily found Madeline and from the brief descriptions I've been given I've determined Alice Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy. The others were harder to determine by looks, but based on accents Yao Wang, Kiki Honda, Ludwig Beilshmidt, and Ivan Braginski.
"So I'm not the only one that snuck in!" whispered a German accented voice from next to me.
"AHHH!" I screamed before thinking to be quiet. Every country in the meeting hall turned towards my hiding spot. I turned to find none other than Gilbert, the former nation, next to me. I p0unched him repeatedly before I felt a calloused hand on my same-as-bare shoulder. I froze mid-punch and tilted my head to confirm the inevitable. Alfred's hand was the one on my shoulder, from my position he loomed over me.
"H- hey Alfred," I greeted nervously.
"Grace what're you doin'?" Alfred asked seriously/
He remembers my name… shocker…
"One: I wanted to meet Madeline. Two: I wanted to see the other countries. Three: My forty-nine siblings are driving me crazy!" I stated. I stood up and brushed of my black shorts before straitening out my line green tank top.
"I'll leave now brother," I walked to the door after kicking Gilbert in the shin once for good measure.
My head was hung as I reached the huge wooden double doors. I reached out to push open the door but my hand didn't connect with wood. I lift my head to view what obscured my pathway. It was Russia, Ivan Braginski.
"I escort you home, da?" he asked smiling.
"I really don't care. I can protect myself," I stated coldly. I maneuvered around him hiding a blush as I went.
Liar! I do care! I want him to walk beside me. He seems really nice despite what so many say.
I had exited the building my long wavy brown hair tossed up in the breeze, my emerald eyes scouting out the best route home. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see who was coming.
"I escort you home, da?" Ivan repeated.
"Da," I answered. I didn't know much Russian, only 'hello', 'yes', and 'no'.
We began to walk when Ivan veered of towards a silver Toyota Corolla. I followed him and got in on the passenger side and buckled in.
"Is this yours?" I inquired.
"Da," the Russian replied, turning the key and making the care purr to life.
The ride passed quickly since Ivan and I found many topics to discuss.
The car pulled into the driveway of the home where Alfred and all fifty of us states lived.
"You know, everyone's wrong about you. They say you're scary, violent, and all out a bad person. You're really sweet, gentle, and a wonderful guy," by the time I finished saying this I was beginning to blush.
We exited the car.
"The other countries are having a party Friday. You come with me, da?" Ivan continued to smile.
It was strange his smile seemed to have changed. like now it was real, and before it was a mask. I can't really explain it. I can just see it, in his eyes.
"Sure," I smiled back, "it's a date."
"Da, see you later Arkansas," Ivan began to climb back into his car.
"Call me Grace," I informed.
"Grace da," Ivan echoed.
I ran over to him as a thought popped into my head.
"Hey, what's your cell number? So I can talk to you," I asked pulled the red-and-black Pantech Jest 2 out of my shorts' pocket.
He rambled off his number as I entered it into my contacts list.
"Thanks," I said before hugging the much taller Russian. The top of my head only came to the middle of his chest. He wrapped his coated arms around my shoulders gently. I could feel the strength he was restraining in his arms to keep from accidentally crushing me.
Ivan, you are strong. But I know that you'd never hurt someone on purpose unless you had to.
"Ya tebya lyublyu," Ivan whispered.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means 'I love you'," he explained.
"Oh. In that case. I love you, too," I hugged him a little tighter.
"Grace! Come inside!" I heard the all-to-familiar voice yell.
I turned around putting my back to Ivan's chest.
"Shut up city slicker!" I yelled back.
New York rolled her eyes and went back into the house.
"I'd better go, I'll call you tonight," I unwillingly broke the hug and headed for the door.
"Da," is all he said before climbing into his Corolla and pulling out into the road.
I went inside.
"He's out of your league. He's a country your just a state," New York sneered as I entered the living room.
"I said it once I'll say it again. Shut up city slicker!" I kept walking and went up two flights of stairs to the floor my room was on. I entered my room and leisurely sprawled out across my bed.
I had just gotten into a comfy position when-
The door swug open revealing a very agitated and tired Alfred.
"Hey Alfred," I said sounding bored.
"What did he do to you?!" Alfred yelled furiously.
"Who? Oh, Ivan! He drove me home. Are you assuming he's done something wrong?" I returned.
"New York says otherwise. And how are you speaking of such a monster in such a casual way?! Calling him by his first name?!" Alfred only got more furious.
To bad he's starting to make me mad. To bad for him that is.
"And just what has she been telling' ya?" I asked.
"She said that he was trying to rape you! And you're talking like it's nothin'!" Alfred continued to yell.
"That's because he wasn't tryin' to rape me! He was givin' me a hug!" I now began to yell.
"Why the hell was he hugging you?!"
"'Cause I hugged him first!"
"Why where you hugging him?!"
"Because I love him!" I screamed.
Alfred hung his head.
"One of my own states. One of my little sisters. Has fallen in love with that monster Russia? I don't believe it," Alfred mumbled.
"Well aren't you glad it's the state you never pay attention to?" I inquired.
"Never pay any mind to? What are you talking about?" Alfred lifted his head, his blue eyes full of confusion.
"When takin' each state to World Meetings ya started at one and went to fifty. What number did ya skip? Twenty-five. Me. That's why I snuck in today. And I'm glad I did! I met the most wonderful man!" I had begun to yell again at the end.
"I-I skipped you? I had no idea," Alfred let his head droop again.
"Exactly. Ivan cares about me, he's beginning to heal the would you left in my heart," I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them.
"Grace, I'm so sorry. I've hurt you. I haven't been a good big bro to you. How can I make it up to you?" He sat down on the bed next to me.
"You could accept ya were wrong about Ivan. At least for today's events," I looked over to him my green eyes pleading.
"Okay, but just this once," Alfred seemed less than amused.
"Thank you so much!" I threw my arms around him in a hug.
For the record I have nothing against New York or New Yorkers.
And as far as Arkansas' accent goes, against common belief just because we live in the south doesn't mean we talk like the Beverly Hillbillies. I typed Arkansas' dialogue how I would have spoken it.
Sweet over 1,400 words in one chapter!