Right, so... welcome to my new story.
I'm not quite sure why I decided to write this. I'm not really thinking that too many people will like this, but I HAD to write this, and really wanted to post it. I think it started when Jenny brought up her new cat, which she says looks just like England cat.
This will probably be more serious than Congratulations, but I still plan to make it funny. ^^ I think I'll be using this story to work a bit on describing more and just making the general flow better and more detailed. Showing, not just telling, you know? The reason I'm going to use this as practice is because my next big project will most definitely be the most plot-oriented Hetalia fic I've worked on. It's about England, faries, changlings, and an OC. It's most definitely AU, but I hope you'll read it once I start it and put it up.
Am I the only one who thinks I kinda fail at writing in third-person? D:
And yes, I like using OC's, if that's what you're thinking. But don't worry, I'll make plenty of fics with just Hetalia characters. Eventually. XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but if you think I do, I'd advise you to go get your head examined. :D
-/Hetalia/-
"I don't see why we have to go to god-damned Germany," Olivia Skye hissed at her father, crossing her pale arms in resistance. "Just a week ago we were in Australia! I'm sick and tired of this!" It seemed as soon as she got her father all to herself at home, they had to go somewhere again.
Her father looked tired. Lucas Skye was a tall man in his late thirties. His brown hair stuck up all over the place, and a pair of glassed balanced on his nose so his hazel eyes could see in the distance. His skin was a light tan.
Olivia wished she looked more like her father. Instead, she looked like her deceased mother: dark red hair that just wanted to be straight, pale skin, chocolate brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her nose. She reminded herself of Anne of Green Gables.
Olivia's father removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Olivia, please," he started, "I have to work, and it's either this or leave you with a nanny all year around and you go to regular school. What else could I do?"
Olivia gnawed on her lower lip. She hated this. Meeting new people, going new places... it was a bitch. "I want you to stay in America. Then I can stay. You can keep home schooling me then. But please, please can we stop going everywhere?" In her fifteen years of living, Olivia had been to half the world. Born in America, she'd been to Japan, England, Scotland, China-and many more. Just recently she'd been to Australia. And she had hated it all. She'd learned more languages then should be legal.
"My God, Olivia! You are the only fifteen year old girl I know who wouldn't love going to exotic places. Your mother loved traveling with me." Her dad took the tickets out of his bag and prepared to hand them to the ticket taker.
They were actually already in the airport, waiting to get on the plane. Olivia shifted uncomfortably and shrugged her carry on bag further up her shoulder. "But I'm not mom," She muttered "And I'm not just any fifteen year old girl. I'm your daughter."
He looked back at her, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, I know. My strange little girl. Now you may not like it, but we're going to Germany."
Olivia just sighed and boarded the plane with him. She luckily had a window seat, and she sat there staring out at the sky the whole flight, thinking. She had been to Germany when she was younger. That was back when she still enjoyed traveling with her dad. She still remembered the thing that happened there.
She was eight and had gotten lost on her way from the supermarket to get cereal so she could make her dad breakfast. It had gotten dark, and she had been frightened half to death.
Olivia had sat down on the curb and started to bawl. She had been such a baby at that age. Through her crying she had heard a voice.
"What do we have here?" The voice had a thick German accent, but he was speaking English. "Are you lost, klein madchen[1]?" A blonde man emerged from the shdows, wearing some sort of green military uniform. His blue eyes were a prominant feature, and his hair was slicked back. She couldn't remember how he exactly looked anymore, bt she definitely remembered he was handsome.
Olivia had stopped crying and let out a hiccup. "G-get away from me! I-i-if you t-touch me, I'll scream and kick you in the b-b-balls!"
The man looked startled. "Mein Gott, child. You're quite a fisty one. I'm not going to hurt you. You're lost, aren't you?" He had crouched down about a foot away, his boots squeaking together.
Olivia played with her hair and nodded . "Y-yeah... It's really scary." She looked up at him through a curtain of flame-colored hair. "What's your name, mister?"
"You can call me Ludwig, fraulein[2]. May I ask what your name is?" A soft smile was on Ludwig's face as he edged forward slowly.
"A foot away!" She squeaked. "A foot away!" She kicked out and made contact with Ludwig's knee. He looked amused and backed up again. "My name is Olivia, mister Ludwig."
"Okay, Olivia. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm part of the military. If you tell me where you live, I'll take you home." Ludwig stood up and held out a hand. "Would you like that?"
"Y-e-s," Little Olivia said, drawing out the yes hesitantly. "But don't touch me and stay a foot away, 'kay?" She stood up, hugging her grocery bag to her chest. Her dad better be happy about the breakfast in bed tomorrow. "'Cause if you kidnap me, daddy'll hurt you!" She paused. "Um... I'm staying at the big hotel called Ebenholz Gasthof[3]."
Ludwig put his hands behind his back. "That's not too far. Follow me, Olivia." With his hands behind his back, he started walking briskly. Olivia jogged to keep up. "Why are you out here so late?" It was almost midnight.
"Um, well... It's my daddy's birthday tomorrow, but dad wouldn't let me go out alone to get anything for him. So I took my money and went to the store to get his favorite cereal so I could make him cereal and toast tomorrow morning," Olivia explained, yawning. She started to stumble as she walked.
"That's not good, Olivia. You should listen to your parents," Ludwig scolded, turning around. She nodded sleepily, her eyelids beginning to flutter. "How long have you been up? You look dead on your feet."
"We got here a day ago, so... two days?" Olivia's eyes drifted shut and she fell to a sitting position. "I can never.. sleep... when we go to new places..."
Olivia's eyes opened and she saw blonde hair and a green jacket. She was on Ludwig's back. "H-hey! Wh-what happened to a foot away?" She squirmed and kicked out.
"Calm down, Olivia," Ludwig sighed. "We're at the hotel." He leaned down and let the girl slide off his back. "Now be good." He patted her on the head, smiling. "I think your father's waiting." He handed her the grocery bag and stood up.
"OLIVIA!" Lucas shouted, running outside. "Olivia, I was so worried! Where were you?" He engulfed her in a bear hug, his eyes tearing up. "I woke up and you weren't there!"
"Daddy," Olivia had whined, "you're smushing the cereal I got for you!" She pulled out of the hug. "Because you wouldn't let me go out shopping alone for you, I went when you went to bed!"
"Olivia! I told you not to for a reason! It's dangerous," her father cried, grabbing her shoulders. "How did you get home?"
"Oh! That nice man Mister Ludwig brought me home," Olivia said, turning around and pointing to where the blonde had been standing just seconds ago. Except he wasn't there anymore. "Huh? Where...?"
"Olivia, wake up," a voice said as she was shaken awake. "We're here, hun." Olivia's eyes cracked open and she saw her dad shaking her shoulder. "You fell asleep. Time to get up."
She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She must have been dreaming of the man again. For the rest of the time in Germany[4] she had looked for him whenever her dad had taken her out. She hadn't seen him since that night. Olivia grabbed her carry-on and exited the plane with her dad. In silence they got their other bags and grabbed a cab. They soon arrived at the exact same hotel as they had stayed at seven years ago.
"Olivia, we'll unpack, then I have a surprise for you," Dad said as he unlocked the door and flipped the light switch.
Olivia looked around the room. It was large, and had a kitchen/livingroom, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. The color scheme was cream and white. The carpet was so soft you could sink into it, and the couch looked like heaven to sit on. They would be living here for at least a week. She tossed her backpack onto the chair and set her roll-bag next to it. "Really? What is it?"
"Would it really be a surprise if I told you?" He laughed. Olivia shot him a look, and he continued, "Okay, fine. I've noticed you really don't spend enough time with other people."
"One, because we're always going to different places. And two, because I hate people," Olivia explained, making a 'what'cha gonna do' face.
"Well, I know you love animals. So, we're going down to the animal center to get you a little friend. You can get a cat or a small dog. Something with a temperment suitable to our lifestyle." He kicked the bags into the closet. "In fact, we're going now."
"Okay, sounds cool," Olivia said with a shrug. One thing was for sure. She was going to end up being the old cat lady who hated everyone and everything when she got older, so why not start now? She was hoping to get in a few more years of teenager who hated everyone and everything, but adding a cat in there might be a bit better.
They left the hotel and walked a few blocks to the animal shelter. When Olivia walked in there, she was hit by a wall of stink. Barks and mews echoed through the halls. "I think I'm dying," she gasped, gripping her throat dramatically and coughing.
"Olivia," her father sighed. "Just... pick something out. Quickly. I beg you." He looked in a cage. "What about this one?" In it was a small white dog with a bow in it's hair. It let out a yip at them.
"Um, no," Olivia said, rolling her eyes. She went and looked around. None of these animals were working for her. Half of them were giant dogs, then any cats she found were kittens that she didn't want to put through the hassels of hopping around so much.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" A women asked in German.
"Yes. Do you have anymore cats?" Olivia replied in hesitant German. Her German was decent, but she usually ended up speaking slowly.
"Well... we have one more in the back. We just got him in this morning, and we just finished everything neccesary to adopt him out. But he's kind of... boring. And he seems a bit unnatural."
Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Can I please see him?"
"Of course," she replied. "Follow me." She lead the way through a doorway in the back, to a room with medical supplies and a few cages. In one cage lay a large grey cat curled in a ball with his back to them. "There he is."
Olivia crouched in front of the cage and stuck her fingers through the cage door to stroke the cat's fur. She clicked her tongue and said, "Kitty kitty, turn around."
The cat yawned and sat up, smacking his mouth. He gave his paw a lick and ran it over his ear before turning around. Olivia had to stop from gasping. The cat's eyes were bright blue, full of intelligence, and somehow familiar. The women was right: the cat did seem unnatural. His eyes were almost human. The cat stared back at her, blinking slowly.
Olivia rocked back on her heels. "Does... does he have a name?"
"No, not yet," the woman replied. "You want him? We'll throw in a few supplies."
Olivia opened the cage and scooped up the cat. He was on the heavier side. "Hm... yeah. I do." She stood up and poked her head out the door. "I've got the cat I want, Dad!" She looked around and saw a yellow, red, and black ribbon that looked like the German flag. "Hey, can I have that?" She asked, pointing to it.
"Sure," the lady said. She cut an appropriate amount and handed to Olivia. Olivia set the cat on the table and tied the ribbon loosely around his neck. The cat looked at her like it was saying 'seriously?'
"It's manly," Olivia protested as her father started the adoption process. "It fits you." The blue-eyed cat let out a puff of breath like a sigh and headbutted Olivia's arm with a loud meow.
"Hey, Olivia?" She turned towards her father's voice. "What do you want to name the cat? We need it to adopt him."
Olivia looked closely at the cat and rubbed his ear. "Well..." She locked eyes with the cat, and she suddenly knew who he reminded her of. "Ludwig," she said, not moving her eyes.
"A German name for a German cat, huh?" Her father asked. "Well, alright. Ludwig it is." He finished the paperwork, and the woman handed Olivia a carrier, a litter box, litter, a cat leash, a pair of bowls, and food.
"OH MY GOD," Olivia shouted, almost falling over. "Really, Dad?" She stumbled around, trying to keep everything in her arms.
Ludwig watched her with an amused look. His tail weaved back and forth then started cleaning his paws again, occasionally glancing up at her.
"Heheh," her dad laughed sheepishly. "I wanted to get everything we needed." Suddenly, his phone went off and he took it out to read the text. "I'm sorry, Olivia. I'm going to have to walk you back to the hotel then leave. I'm needed."
"Of course you are," Olivia muttered angrily, shoving all the cat items at her father then picking up Ludwig. "You're always needed."
"Olivia, you were just in a good mood. You know I have to work, so quit the mood swings," he said, pushing the door open with his foot. Well, maybe I'm PMSing. Olivia thought angrily.
"Hmph. Alone again," Olivia said to Ludwig. "Well, other then you."
"Come on, Olivia! Let's go!" Her dad called from outside. Olivia hugged Ludwig closer and walked out of the shelter.
-/Hetalia/-
"You hungry, Ludwig?" Olivia asked as she poured cat food into the food bowl and set it down next to the matching one filled with water. The cat went up and sniffed the food. He took a few bites then jumped back onto the couch. "Yeah, yeah. You want an egg? And maybe some sausage?" At the word 'sausge', Ludwig's ears pricked up. Olivia grinned and opened the fridge to get ingredients. "You're lucky Dad dropped by the supermarket when we went past it."
She carried the three eggs and package of link sausages to the stove. She got a pan and started to make eggs sunny-side up and three sausages each. When she finished, she plopped one egg down into Ludwig's bowl with the sausages, then took her share over to the table along with two pieces of toast.
Ludwig ate his food quickly, then hopped up on the chair next to Olivia, watching her eat. He wrinkled his nose in distaste when she dripped egg yoke all over her hands. "What, you a neat freak?" She said, raising her eyebrows. She flicked egg yoke at him, and he leapt back with a yowl as it splattered all over his clean chest fur. His eyes narrowed at her and he let out a loud meow as if he was yelling at her, then he started to clean himself.
"Yep," she sang, "Neat freak~." Ludwig looked back up at her as she started to lick the yoke off her fingers. His eyes shifted, and he looked embarressed. "You... are you a pervert cat?" She laughed. He glared at her, and as a response Olivia sucked on her finger. Ludwig let out a frusterated mew and hopped off the chair. She looked after him, kind of troubled. "You're freaking me out here, Luddy."
He turned his head and gave her a offended look, as if Luddy was a stupid nickname.
"Well, sorry, Ludwig. And you are. You seem like you know everything I'm saying. And your expressions seem so human. Let me tell you, those eyes aren't helping." Olivia sighed and carried her plate to the sink. Ludwig watched her with calm blue eyes. Olivia could feel them burning into the back of her head. She whirled around, shouting, "Ludwig, go do something other then stare at me!"
Ludwig lifted a paw and licked it before padding over to the couch and jumping onto it. He circled around multiple times before plopping down.
"... Freaking me out," Olivia mumbled. She walked over to the couch sat on it. She picked up the remote and flipped on the TV, watching it brainlessly.
A few hours later, Olivia was yawning like crazy. She looked at her watch, and it was ten thirty. "Guess I'll go to bed," she turned to Ludwig and yawned.
He blinked at her then got up and stretched. He stepped off of the couch and looked back at her.
"No way, bud," Olivia said. "I'm not having the human cat sleep with me." She stood up and nudged him back toward the couch with her toe. He meowed angrily and sat down. Olivia stuck her tongue out at him and turned off the TV. She headed into the bedroom she has chosen and fell face-first onto the giant, fluffy bed. She flipped over and started to wiggle out of her pants. That done, she threw them to the side and pulled her shirt over her head. She reached down to her bag and pulled out a large white t-shirt, putting it on. Olivia laid there, staring up at the ceiling in complete silence.
She leaped out of the bed and ran into the living room. "Um... Ludwig?" The cat glanced up at her with tired eyes. She walked over and grabbed him. "So, about that sleeping with me..." Tonight, she had an aching lonliness in her heart. That was why she usually couldn't sleep when they first went to new places. But now maybe Ludwig could help. She set Ludwig on the bed, pulled back the covers, and snuggled under. He sat there for a minute looking at the door and let out another sigh. He curled up against her side. Olivia put an arm next to him, petting him slowly. She began to fall asleep. "Thanks, Ludwig."
A purring Ludwig made her arm and side rumble as she traveled into dreamland.
-/Hetalia/-
"Verdammt!" Olivia heard someone whisper-shout. "Who puts a chair there?" Dad?, she thought. She rolled over and felt around for Ludwig, but couldn't find his furry bulk anywhere. She sat up and turned on the light and looked around.
She almost screamed.
Standing there, rubbing his shin, was a man in his early twenties wearing an unbuttoned green uniform and a grey tank. He looked up at her at the same time she looked at him, and his ice-blue eyes widened in a deer-in-headlites-look. "O-Olivia, don't scream-"
And then she started to scream. "CREEPER!" She tugged the bedside table open and grabbed the only thing she could find that she could use as a weapon at all: a bible. She held it out in front of her. "PERVERT! I'LL CALL THE COPS!"
The man put a finger to his mouth in the 'shh' motion and put up another hand in a stopping motion. "O-liv-i-a," he hissed. "Will you shut up?"
"CREEPER KNOWS MY NAME!" Olivia yelled, scrambling out of bed and backing away with her bible raised. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"OLIVIA!" The man bellowed. He lunged forward and grabbed Olivia, putting one hand over her mouth and hooking the other arm around her waist.
"Mmm!" Olivia tried to scream through his hand. Her eyes started to tear up as she started to think she was going to die, or get raped, or both. Knew I didn't want to go to Germany.
"Mein Gott. You're still as stranger-alert as ever, aren't you?" The voice sounded familiar. "Now if I move my hand, you won't scream, right?"
Olivia paused, then nodded slowly. "Mm-hm..." He slowly moved his hand away, still holding Olivia to him by the waist. She took a deep breath when he moved his hand. "Wh... where's Ludwig?" She couldn't see the cat anywhere.
The man was silent, his only reply letting Olivia go completely. She turned around, still holding the Bible to her chest. He looked at her with crossed arms, and she looked back. He was so familiar... Her eyes widened as she looked at his eyes, and saw a German flag ribbon on the ground next to his feet. "What? Ludwig? The cat?"
Ludwig let out a 'heh'. "So, you got it?"
"Yeah, but... how? And... I can't place my finger on it, but you look even more familiar," Olivia pondered. Suddenly she came aware she was only in a t-shirt and dropped the Bible to tug her t-shirt down, averting her eyes from Ludwig's in embarressment.
At the same time, Ludwig seemed to realize that critical fact as well, his cheeks colored the slightest pink, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, I'm surprised you don't remember, klein madchen."
Her eyes widened slowly. "Wait... that... you're also Mister Ludwig from seven years ago? The human Ludwig?"
"Ja. That I am," Ludwig said with a smile. "And-"
"Hold on. You sure I'm not just insane and-slash-or dreaming?" She leaned forward and poked him. Ludwig scowled and tried to speak, only to be poked again.
"Oliv-" Ludwig started, only to be poked yet again. "Olivia, please," he said with a glare, catching her hand. "I have something I should tell you."
Olivia tugged her hand away and grabbed her robe, shrugging it on and tying it around her waist. "How can it be any freakier?" She scoffed. "I have a cat who is a man."
"A cat who is a man who is the country of Germany," the blonde muttered.
Olivia stared at him blankly. Her chocolate eyes blinked, then she let out a small laugh. "You're fucking with me. Seriously. There are cameras somewhere, right?" She looked around. "Germany's not a person! Germany's a country. It's Deutchland, therefore, it is a land."
"Sorry to tell you, but you're wrong." Germany said, looking amused. "I'm the personification of this country."
"... So... I have a cat who is a man who is the country of Germany?" She ventured. He confirmed this with a nod. "That means... I own Germany?"
Ludwig paled. "Well... uhh... strictly speaking, yes. But no, you don't."
"But I have legal papers stating I own you." Olivia smirked and leaned close to his face. "Not only do I own a man, I own Germany. I could make you do anything."
Germany looked her right back in the face and leaned down slightly so they were inches apart. "Do you really want to play this game, Schatz[5]?" He growled, blue eyes narrowing. "You own a cat named Ludwig. If you had named that cat Germany, things might be different. But you did not."
Olivia stood stock-still, surprised. "Damn. I've been lawyered[6] by a nation," she said, turning away.
Behind her Germany let out a breath of silent relief and put his hand to his heart. He hadn't been expecting that to work. At all.
"But... why? Why are you here?" Olivia asked, turning around to see him standing as straight as ever, with his arms crossed.
"That isn't to be talked about at this time," Ludwig said. "Now I have a question for you."
"Yeah?"
"Did you wash that dish you used for dinner and the skillets for the eggs and sausages?" He asked, glancing at the door.
"What? No. I hate dishes," she replied.
"Go do them, then! You can't keep this place dirty!" He scolded her, eyes narrowed.
"No way. I. Hate. Dishes." Olivia stood her ground, glaring right back. They stood there in a silent argument for awhile before Ludwig cracked. The thought of those dirty dishes in the sink was just too much to bear.
She then watched him shove up his sleeves and begin out the door.
"Mein Gott. I'll do them," he said, shaking his head. "How can you leave dishes in the sink?"
"I was distracted by my pervert cat," Olivia piped up. Ludwig kept walking, not turning so that Olivia couldn't see his pink blush as she snickered quietly behind him.
-/Hetalia/-
[1] - Klein means little, and madchen means girl. So little girl. Yay English-German dictionary that I still have checked out. XDD
[2] - Frauline means miss~.
[3] - Ebony Hotel. I just made it up. XDD
[4] - ... Teehee. In Germany. /shotbyGermanysohard
[5] - Schatz means sweetheart~. Germany's going bad-ass on Olivia. XD
[6] - Herp-a-derp, How I Met Your Mother, anyone? XD GO MARSHEL!
While I was writing this, I ate so many fruit chews from Halloween I think I'm going to be seeing green and blue tomorrow. D=
Uuugh, this ended up shorter than what I would like it to be. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer. It also ended up less serious. XD And Olivia ended up nicer and more likable then I meant her to be. D= I just kind of went with it... but she was supposed to be bitchy and hate people, yet still liked enough to be the heroine! D: I fucking fail.
I really hope you liked this. I don't know if I'll continue this. I mean, I will if people like it. I'm not sure people will, though. If they do, I will. I guess that's simple. XD I have the plot in my head, actually. I just really felt like doing something almost like Congratulations, but different. I wanted to work with a girl with a different personality, and get Germany in there. Germany, Germany~. (Also, whenever anyone says Germany, I begin singing Germany Is A Really Nice Place in my head, or even out loud. Oh Hetalia, you've improved my education. xD)