America vs England
Hello! Okay, in this story there is Fem!America and England. THEY DO NOT LIKE EACH OTHER LIKE THAT. Ok? So just get that out of your heads
Well, I can't really classify what this is exactly; America is still living with England so America isn't a nation yet. They use their human names (America: Emily, England: Arthur) but are still countries, just no one knows.
England is called Arthur and Iggy, I don't know which one is right so for this fic his name is Arthur so deal with. ^^
Oh, and by the way, this is like 100% historically inaccurate so don't kill me because I know it is off and this is just used as comedy, well at least I hope this is funny to you.
I am really sorry if anyone seems OOC in this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters. I only own Billy. (You don't know him yet.)
Arthur Kirkland, also known as England, had just won the rights to the New World. The small country slept soundlessly in his arms. He looked down at Emily F. Kirkland, also known as America: the New World, he would teach her everything she would need to know. He realized his responsibility was a big one and he began to mentally prepare himself for the challenge that he would face; but no amount of preparing could prepare him for what was going to happen.
(Emily's physical age: 16)
Emily sat on the stiff green chair and stared at the cover of the book that Arthur told her to read. She found the book boring and utterly useless to her. She tossed the book across the room and stood up. She tucked a blonde hair, which fell out of her messy bun, back behind her ear and straightened her long sleeved, light blue dress with a red sash around her waist.
She stretched a little and then plopped down on the floor. It was not lady like and if Arthur saw this he would have a cow.
Emily sat there and stared at the clock, it was five minutes past twelve and lunch wasn't at least for another hour. She sighed and laid on the floor. She was about to close her eyes and take a nap right there despite how improper it was, but she didn't care, but something caught her eye.
Underneath that stiff green chair she saw a red object. She reached out, grabbing the object and examining it. It was rubbery and was shaped like an eggshell broke in half. On one side it had a flat yellow disk and on the other side it was like a knob. She bent it back and dropped it on the ground. It hit the shiny hard wood floor with a pop and bounced back up in the air. She caught it in her hand and smiled at her discovery. She then got an idea; a way to annoy Arthur.
Emily quietly walked up the creaky stairs. She made her way down the hall and stopped in front of Arthur's room. Slowly she opened the door and quietly creeped in.
Arthur was asleep taking a mid-afternoon nap. He slept soundlessly under his thick covers. Emily moved the covers slightly enough to reveal his hand. Waiting to see if he was awoken by this, she held her breath and took a step back. Since he wasn't disturbed she grabbed his hand and turned it over, with his palm up, and laid it flat. He still wasn't awoken. She sighed in relief and she bent back the toy and dropped it in Arthur's hand.*
"AHGH!" Arthur screamed and fell out of bed. "Emily!" he yelled as she ran out of the room. Arthur chased her down the hall and she ran into her room and locked the door. Arthur could hear her loud, obnoxious, and completely unladylike laughter despite his violent banging on her door. He finally gave up and went back to his room to finish his nap, he would deal with her later.
Emily stopped laughing and the found herself bored again. She sighed. There was a light thunk on her window. She went to the window and pulled back the curtains. There was a group of six guys waving up to her.
"Hey Emily," one boy named Billy called, "do you wanna play baseball with us?"
Emily's face brightened for finding a cure for her boredom.
"Yes! I will be right down!" Emily ran to her door but stopped with her hand on the door knob. 'Arthur is still mad at me, and if he catches me going to play baseball he will probably keep me from going since it is unladylike,' Emily thought to herself. She turned around and went to her window and opened it.
"What are you doing?" Billy called as Emily began to climb out of her second floor bedroom window and down the vine covered wall. When she was a few inches from the ground she jumped down and landed with a light thud.
"You're crazy," Billy said as Emily walked over to the group.
"Yeah, what about it? It's not like you can play baseball with an even number of people, who would be the referee," she said almost threatening them to say something back. "So are we going to play ball or not?"
"Whatever," Billy said and the walked to an empty dirt covered field and began to play.
Arthur was awoken again by his alarm going off informing him it was time for lunch. He groggily got up and went and knocked on Emily's door.
"Emily, it is time for lunch," he said but there was no reply. He thought nothing of it and went to the kitchen and prepared lunch.
Arthur sat down at the table once he finished and waited on Emily. She still had not shown up. This was an event that has not happened before unless she was sick, she was always on time for lunch and always ate like a pig. "She probably fell asleep," he said coming to a conclusion.
He got up and went to a cabinet where he kept a key that can unlock all of the doors in the house. He went to Emily's room and unlocked the door.
Emily was not in her room. Arthur was about to turn around and go check the rest of the house, but he noticed Emily's window was open. He went to window, leaned over the edge, and looked down.
"Where in the world could she have gone?" he asked himself. Then his question was answered when he heard shouting coming from the near by dirt field.
He went out of Emily's room and stormed downstairs and out the door. Arthur swiftly walked to the empty dirt field where, sure enough, Emily and six other boys were playing baseball.
It was Emily's turn to hit. First base and second base already had two of her team members on them.
"Don't think I am going easy on you just 'cause you're a girl," one boy said as he was standing on the makeshift pitcher's mound.
"Don't even think about holding back," she said preparing to swing. Arthur thought the ball seemed very fast to him, but she did hit it. She hit the baseball so hard one of the other team's members had to run after it once it flew over his heads. The boy on second base ran to third and then home as the boy who went after the ball got to it. The person on first base had made it to third as person who had the ball threw it to second just as Emily passed second and made her way to third. The boy on third got to home plate as Emily passed third and made her way to home plate. The ball was passed to the pitcher. She had just passed him once he got the ball and he began to run after her. Just as they were nearing home base, he was about to tag her with the ball Emily dove down and slide head first and reached home base. Due to her sudden sliding the boy that was chasing her ended up falling over. It seem time froze as this happened.
"Safe," the boy called that was being the referee.
"Yeah! We won! WOOO!" Emily yelled jumping up and hugging the other two team members. "Ha! In your face Billy!" she yelled as the boy on the ground got up.
"Emily!" Arthur said sternly about twenty feet away.
"Busted," Billy mumbled.
"Come here now," Arthur said still stern. Emily slowly walked towards Arthur with sadness. He grabbed her wrist and drags her back to the house. When they got to the house and shut the front door, he turned towards her and slapped her across the face and began to yell at her.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Arthur yelled at her. "Do you know how improper that was for a lady? One played baseball, which is strictly a BOYS sport; no, ALL sports are BOYS sports. Two, you climbed threw your window and down the wall! And your dress! It is completely ruined!" Emily looked down and her dress; the front and bottom where the hem is was covered in dirt and ripped in multiple places. "You could've gotten hurt, or worse someone could have seen you! Our family name would be tarnished! We would be the laughing stock of the whole town!" Arthur sighed finishing his yelling and then took up a softer but still harsh tone of voice, "As your punishment you are to practice your piano for two hours straight without slouching, read the whole book you threw across the room, and write a well written five page summary about it with correct grammar and everything, and if this is not done by the time I get up in the morning you will be punished further." Arthur began to walked away but turned around to add one more thing, "you are also not aloud to eat until this is finished. If you try or even think about stealing food your punishment will be doubled." Arthur walked to the table in the other room and began his now cold meal.
Emily walked over to the piano and sat down holding her cheek that was now stinging.
"I don't hear you practicing," Arthur called from the table. She began practicing. She sat with perfect posture and after ten minutes her back began to hurt.
The clock finally said 4:37; signaling that she was allowed to stop. Immediately she slouched letting her back relax. She quietly got up and grabbed the book from the floor. The book was at least an inch and a half thick; it would take her forever to read it. She began to walk to her room, but was stopped by Arthur.
"Stay in here," he said sitting on the couch not stopping his needle work as he spoke. Not wanting to speak to him or look at him she picked up the uncomfortable green chair and turned it to face the wall and sat down and began reading.
She hard read so long it was now dinner time. Arthur stopped his needle work to go fix his dinner. It smelled so good, despite that fact it would probably taste like something a cat had regurgitated, but Emily was really, REALLY hungry and her stomach growled loudly in agreement.
Arthur finished dinner and came back to resume his needle work.
"Well, I am gong to bed now," Arthur said a few hours later while standing up. "There is a world meeting tomorrow and I want to look my best as I always do. Good night," he said as he walked upstairs.
"Damn him," Emily mumbled as soon as he was out of hearing range.
Several hours passed and she finally finished her book. She looked at the large clock; it was twelve A.M. she signed and paused for a moment waiting for the wave of hunger pains to pass.
When the pain passed she went to go get some paper and begin her report. She sat at the dark wooden desk and worked for hours.
At three A.M. she was finally finished. She sighed and stretched. She made her way directly to the kitchen.
After cleaning out 3/4th of the refrigerator she went upstairs to change out of her dirty dress. As she was dressing she came up with a plan: a way to get back at Arthur. This plan is perfect, it will embarrass him in front of all of the countries and Francis would never let him live it down.
She finished dressing and quietly creeped to the bathroom she opened the medicine cabinet and got out Arthur's razor, she also got a cloth from under the sink and wet it. She quietly walked to his room avoiding most of the creaky spots in the floor.
Emily mad sure there was no lights on that would wake Arthur up and she slowly opened his door. She walked over to his bed and knelt down beside it. It sure was a good thing Arthur was a heavy sleeper.
She took the wet cloth and rubbed it over his eyebrows and in two swift movements, she shaved his eyebrows off. She smirked at her work while whipping a few stray hairs off his forehead. She stood back up and turned his alarms clock off and left.
Arthur groggily opened his eyes.
"Oh, I must have woken up before my alarm," he said to himself. He rolled over and looked at the clock; it was thirty minutes after the time hew was supposed to wake up.
Arthur threw off his covers and ran to his closet getting his outfit he picked out for today and began getting dressed not bothering with a shower. Once he was fully clothed he ran downstairs and out the door. He never once looked at a mirror.
Thank you for reading and please review. I am also very sorry for any grammatical errors and spelling errors.