Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-men evolution characters...
A/N: Yay! This is my X-men evo fic finally! *tosses confetti in the air* Mwahaha! Any way, I have always thought to my self: I wonder what it would be like if Kurt was a normal kid before his powers manifested...So, I wrote a fic about it! Yay! Well, this is my first Evo fic so be nice! *doges the rotten veggies thrown at head* oh yeah, one more thing, I know like next to nothing about Kurt's past, so I'm basically making things up here, feel free to yell at me if I'm way off on something ^^;;;
Yeah, and when Kurt and his family aren't talking with an accent, that means they are really speaking in German. (Only I put it in English for obvious reasons)
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The smell of dinner cooking in the oven was enough to bring any 16 year old boy out of his room, and young Kurt Wagner was no exception.
Walking through the dimly lit halls of his home, he ran his hand through his auburn hair, which he kept slightly long, but still neat. He breathed deeply again, letting the sweet smell of food fill his lungs. His stomach rumbled as he entered the kitchen. The truth was he seemed to be really hungry a lot lately, but the only explanation his parents would give was that he was a growing boy who needed plenty of food to stay healthy. He was met by his mother who smiled warmly.
"Ah, look who decided to come see his old mother! I've been slaving away in the kitchen and what has my son been doing?" Mrs. Wagner laughed, walking over to Kurt rubbing her hands on a rag.
"Oh, I was just out on a walk." He said, pulling out a chair as he sat.
"Oh, have you seen you father? Dinner will be ready soon, and we have something we want to talk to you about."
"Really? What about?" Kurt said, interest was lining his voice.
"You will just have to wait and see. Could you be a dear and help me with this roast?" Mrs. Wager told Kurt, hastily(A/n: Dunno if that's spelled right...) changing the subject.
Just then, the front door could be heard opining. Kurt and his mother looked up to see Mr. Wagner come inside.
"Oh look who decided to come home, you boys are all the same, always living off what your stomach tells you to do and not your brain."
Mr. Wagner walked across the room toward his wife, with a goofy grin fixed on his face. Kurt just rolled his eyes at the sight.
"This mushy stuff makes me sick!" Kurt said smiling himself, but at the same time thought 'But of course if it were me and a girl it would be fine...' with his teen boyish instincts taking over.
"Now son, that will be enough out of you, why don't you take a seat, I believe your mother is done with the dinner." Mr. Wagner scolded his son's rude outburst.
"Yes father." Kurt sighed as he sat down. He often felt as if that because Mr. and Mrs. Wagner were not his real parents, they didn't seem to love him as much as families who were all blood related.
Kurt's bad mood was instantly removed when his mother placed the roast on the table. His moth watered at the sight of it, wanting to dig in right away, but knew he couldn't. They had to say grace first.
After they were all done, Kurt took the first slice of the roast and stuck it on his plate. His stomach felt as if it were beginning to digest itself.
Wanting to know what his mother and father wanted to tell him, he reluctantly stopped eating to ask. "So mother what did you and father want to tell me?"
"Well son, your father and I have decided that were going to move to America! Isn't that exciting?" Mrs. Wagner explained.
"What? B-but why? I'm happy *here*!" Kurt shouted in bewilderment, if not disbelief of what his mother told him.
"The company I work for has branched to the US, and I got a promotion. But I can only take it if I work in the United States branch. I though me taking this job would make this family better off." Mr. Wagner explained in hopes of calming his son.
"But this is so unfair! I want to stay here!" Kurt protested.
"I'm sorry Kurt, but we have already decided...were going to move." Mr. Wagner said simply.
In outrage, Kurt slammed his silverware on the table and stormed to his room, and despite his rumbling belly, he collapsed on his bed and didn't come out until morning.
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A few weeks later, Kurt found himself in the family car as his parents drove away from the only home he had ever known. All Kurt's efforts to keep his family to stay in Germany were in vain. The move was final.
A sadness filled Kurt as his father drove closer to the airport. He didn't want to move to America. He knew everything was going to be so different for him. Even the town name sounded strange...Bayville...
The car ride seemed long and depressing. But as soon as the car reached the airport, his spirits were lowered even more. Actually boarding the plane made him feel no better, the truth was, Kurt hated flying.
"Isn't this exciting?" His mother proclaimed, as she took her seat next to her son, as Mr. Wagner put the baggage overhead. "We're finally going to America! Oh Kurt I know once your there and make some new friends you're going to love it. Trust your mother on this one."
Kurt sighed and looked out the window, as the flight attendants went over all the safety procedures. He had seen them do it a hundred times before, and couldn't be bothered with paying attention, but he was wrenched from his thoughts when his mother nudged him telling him to put on his seatbelt.
The takeoff was a little too bumpy for Kurt's liking, but as the flight progressed the turbulence wasn't too bad.
Kurt's stomach suddenly started to rumble, so he decided to grab a snack from his carry on bag. 'I wonder what the food will be like in America...' Kurt thought, attempting to look on the good side of things.
After eating a snack and with little else to do, Kurt decided to sleep.
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Kurt awoke from his slumber when his mother nudged him lightly, "Kurt honey, were almost there, wake up,"
Kurt looked out his window to see land below him. 'That must be it...my new home.' He thought groggily.
Landing the plane was no better then taking off, only this time it made Kurt light headed. But he was thankful to be off the thing, and back on the safe ground.
He followed after his parents to the lower levels to collect their baggage. But a sudden burst of hunger hit him again. 'Man, I wonder if I have something wrong with me...no one should be this hungry all the time..."
Telling his parents he was going to go look for something substantial to eat, he wandered off to see if he could find something good to eat.
After a few minuets of wandering Kurt found himself in front of a fast food store. He walked inside looking at the people in their seats as he passed. 'I guess the Americans aren't too different looking at least...'
"Hello, may I take your order sir?" The young teen girl asked, who was behind the counter.
"Yes, I vould like two hotdogs and a large cola please." Kurt asked, hoping his English was correct, he didn't want to feel like a dork in front of the girl.
"That will be 4.78$ please." She said, as Kurt pulled out his money. But upon looking at it, he realized he forgot to exchange his money.
"Aww man! I forgot all about exchanging ze money!" Kurt said then swore to himself in German.
The Girl just looked at him and started to giggle. All the sadness and hatred Kurt had felt before were coming back, as he turned bright red. He couldn't believe he had been so dumb. He raced away in anger before the laughter got to him even more.
He was so caught up in the moment, he wasn't watching where he was going and soon realized he had no clue where he was.
"Oh this makes things so much better..." Kurt said aloud. "Now my parents are going to freak when they can't find me."
Kurt hadn't even been in America for an hour and he already hated it. Everything was so different, he missed his small village back in Germany. He would give anything to go back.
Luckily Kurt saw his parents through the crowd, so he pushed his way through ignoring the fact he was getting a lot of dirty looks doing so.
"Oh Kurt, there you are. Get anything too eat?" Mr. Wagner asked.
"Oh yeah. I did." Kurt lied, not at all in the mood to tell them what happened.
"Well that's good. Now ready for your new life? I just know you're going to--" Mrs. Wagner began before Kurt cut her off.
"Mother I'm not going to love it here! So stop saying I am! All I want to do is go home!!!!" He shouted, filled with more anguish then ever. But suddenly the world around him became a blur, and he felt as he were moving at an intense speed, and when it all stopped, Kurt found him outside. He looked around in confusion.
'How did I get out here? Did I black out?' Kurt thought in bewilderment. "What's going on?" He then asked out loud.
Little did Kurt know, His life was about to get a lot stranger from then on...
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A/N: So what do you think? Good...bad? I need feed back! So Review please!!
A/N: Yay! This is my X-men evo fic finally! *tosses confetti in the air* Mwahaha! Any way, I have always thought to my self: I wonder what it would be like if Kurt was a normal kid before his powers manifested...So, I wrote a fic about it! Yay! Well, this is my first Evo fic so be nice! *doges the rotten veggies thrown at head* oh yeah, one more thing, I know like next to nothing about Kurt's past, so I'm basically making things up here, feel free to yell at me if I'm way off on something ^^;;;
Yeah, and when Kurt and his family aren't talking with an accent, that means they are really speaking in German. (Only I put it in English for obvious reasons)
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The smell of dinner cooking in the oven was enough to bring any 16 year old boy out of his room, and young Kurt Wagner was no exception.
Walking through the dimly lit halls of his home, he ran his hand through his auburn hair, which he kept slightly long, but still neat. He breathed deeply again, letting the sweet smell of food fill his lungs. His stomach rumbled as he entered the kitchen. The truth was he seemed to be really hungry a lot lately, but the only explanation his parents would give was that he was a growing boy who needed plenty of food to stay healthy. He was met by his mother who smiled warmly.
"Ah, look who decided to come see his old mother! I've been slaving away in the kitchen and what has my son been doing?" Mrs. Wagner laughed, walking over to Kurt rubbing her hands on a rag.
"Oh, I was just out on a walk." He said, pulling out a chair as he sat.
"Oh, have you seen you father? Dinner will be ready soon, and we have something we want to talk to you about."
"Really? What about?" Kurt said, interest was lining his voice.
"You will just have to wait and see. Could you be a dear and help me with this roast?" Mrs. Wager told Kurt, hastily(A/n: Dunno if that's spelled right...) changing the subject.
Just then, the front door could be heard opining. Kurt and his mother looked up to see Mr. Wagner come inside.
"Oh look who decided to come home, you boys are all the same, always living off what your stomach tells you to do and not your brain."
Mr. Wagner walked across the room toward his wife, with a goofy grin fixed on his face. Kurt just rolled his eyes at the sight.
"This mushy stuff makes me sick!" Kurt said smiling himself, but at the same time thought 'But of course if it were me and a girl it would be fine...' with his teen boyish instincts taking over.
"Now son, that will be enough out of you, why don't you take a seat, I believe your mother is done with the dinner." Mr. Wagner scolded his son's rude outburst.
"Yes father." Kurt sighed as he sat down. He often felt as if that because Mr. and Mrs. Wagner were not his real parents, they didn't seem to love him as much as families who were all blood related.
Kurt's bad mood was instantly removed when his mother placed the roast on the table. His moth watered at the sight of it, wanting to dig in right away, but knew he couldn't. They had to say grace first.
After they were all done, Kurt took the first slice of the roast and stuck it on his plate. His stomach felt as if it were beginning to digest itself.
Wanting to know what his mother and father wanted to tell him, he reluctantly stopped eating to ask. "So mother what did you and father want to tell me?"
"Well son, your father and I have decided that were going to move to America! Isn't that exciting?" Mrs. Wagner explained.
"What? B-but why? I'm happy *here*!" Kurt shouted in bewilderment, if not disbelief of what his mother told him.
"The company I work for has branched to the US, and I got a promotion. But I can only take it if I work in the United States branch. I though me taking this job would make this family better off." Mr. Wagner explained in hopes of calming his son.
"But this is so unfair! I want to stay here!" Kurt protested.
"I'm sorry Kurt, but we have already decided...were going to move." Mr. Wagner said simply.
In outrage, Kurt slammed his silverware on the table and stormed to his room, and despite his rumbling belly, he collapsed on his bed and didn't come out until morning.
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A few weeks later, Kurt found himself in the family car as his parents drove away from the only home he had ever known. All Kurt's efforts to keep his family to stay in Germany were in vain. The move was final.
A sadness filled Kurt as his father drove closer to the airport. He didn't want to move to America. He knew everything was going to be so different for him. Even the town name sounded strange...Bayville...
The car ride seemed long and depressing. But as soon as the car reached the airport, his spirits were lowered even more. Actually boarding the plane made him feel no better, the truth was, Kurt hated flying.
"Isn't this exciting?" His mother proclaimed, as she took her seat next to her son, as Mr. Wagner put the baggage overhead. "We're finally going to America! Oh Kurt I know once your there and make some new friends you're going to love it. Trust your mother on this one."
Kurt sighed and looked out the window, as the flight attendants went over all the safety procedures. He had seen them do it a hundred times before, and couldn't be bothered with paying attention, but he was wrenched from his thoughts when his mother nudged him telling him to put on his seatbelt.
The takeoff was a little too bumpy for Kurt's liking, but as the flight progressed the turbulence wasn't too bad.
Kurt's stomach suddenly started to rumble, so he decided to grab a snack from his carry on bag. 'I wonder what the food will be like in America...' Kurt thought, attempting to look on the good side of things.
After eating a snack and with little else to do, Kurt decided to sleep.
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Kurt awoke from his slumber when his mother nudged him lightly, "Kurt honey, were almost there, wake up,"
Kurt looked out his window to see land below him. 'That must be it...my new home.' He thought groggily.
Landing the plane was no better then taking off, only this time it made Kurt light headed. But he was thankful to be off the thing, and back on the safe ground.
He followed after his parents to the lower levels to collect their baggage. But a sudden burst of hunger hit him again. 'Man, I wonder if I have something wrong with me...no one should be this hungry all the time..."
Telling his parents he was going to go look for something substantial to eat, he wandered off to see if he could find something good to eat.
After a few minuets of wandering Kurt found himself in front of a fast food store. He walked inside looking at the people in their seats as he passed. 'I guess the Americans aren't too different looking at least...'
"Hello, may I take your order sir?" The young teen girl asked, who was behind the counter.
"Yes, I vould like two hotdogs and a large cola please." Kurt asked, hoping his English was correct, he didn't want to feel like a dork in front of the girl.
"That will be 4.78$ please." She said, as Kurt pulled out his money. But upon looking at it, he realized he forgot to exchange his money.
"Aww man! I forgot all about exchanging ze money!" Kurt said then swore to himself in German.
The Girl just looked at him and started to giggle. All the sadness and hatred Kurt had felt before were coming back, as he turned bright red. He couldn't believe he had been so dumb. He raced away in anger before the laughter got to him even more.
He was so caught up in the moment, he wasn't watching where he was going and soon realized he had no clue where he was.
"Oh this makes things so much better..." Kurt said aloud. "Now my parents are going to freak when they can't find me."
Kurt hadn't even been in America for an hour and he already hated it. Everything was so different, he missed his small village back in Germany. He would give anything to go back.
Luckily Kurt saw his parents through the crowd, so he pushed his way through ignoring the fact he was getting a lot of dirty looks doing so.
"Oh Kurt, there you are. Get anything too eat?" Mr. Wagner asked.
"Oh yeah. I did." Kurt lied, not at all in the mood to tell them what happened.
"Well that's good. Now ready for your new life? I just know you're going to--" Mrs. Wagner began before Kurt cut her off.
"Mother I'm not going to love it here! So stop saying I am! All I want to do is go home!!!!" He shouted, filled with more anguish then ever. But suddenly the world around him became a blur, and he felt as he were moving at an intense speed, and when it all stopped, Kurt found him outside. He looked around in confusion.
'How did I get out here? Did I black out?' Kurt thought in bewilderment. "What's going on?" He then asked out loud.
Little did Kurt know, His life was about to get a lot stranger from then on...
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A/N: So what do you think? Good...bad? I need feed back! So Review please!!