Set Fire to the World
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson
Chapter One:
Evelyn Spears hated flying. Well…not entirely. Let us try this again.
Evelyn Spears needed to have control. Hence why flying first class, thanks to her well renowned archeologist father, over the Atlantic ocean with a bratty ten year old constantly kicking her seat with no regards on her mental well being would be stressful to the seventeen year old brunette. She loved to travel to different places, she also loved to visit her grandparents and her aunts and uncles from her mother's side of the family up in Northern Ireland and Scotland, but unable to control the plane was a stressor that the teenager had to deal with. Every time she stepped onto a plane.
The damn kid wouldn't stop kicking her seat. On top of that the kid had an obnoxious laugh that sounded like nails on a chalk board that even Fall Out Boy on full blast could block out the noise. Sitting up she leaned over the seat to glare down at the annoying brat and whispered "Listen here you little brat, you kick my seat one more fucking time and I will shove you into the overhead compartment and leave you there to rot. Do you understand me?" the boy stared at her hearing the menace in her voice and the pure anger in her sky blue eyes, but couldn't understand a word she was saying.
"Qu'avez-vous dit mademoiselle?" the kid asked.
Evelyn resisted the urge to groan in frustration and repeated what she said in French so the brat could understand the threat of kicking her seat once more. The kid paled and nodded quickly. Turning around she sat down in her seat and rubbed her strained eyes.
"A little harsh on the kid." Jonathan Spears, said well renowned archeologist, said not looking up from the tube scroll that a crazy Chinese lady from Beijing had given to Evelyn before shoving her into the line for first class boarding and disappeared like a well trained ninja.
"Three hours he was kicking my seat and his damn nanny wasn't doing a freaking thing about it." Evelyn whispered harshly glancing back to glare at the kid once more who took to cowering underneath an airplane blanket rather than face the wrath of an angry American woman.
Jonathan chuckled then frowned in annoyance "No marks to say what could be inside the tube and no way of opening the thing."
Evelyn turned her heated stare to the wooden tube as if her glare would force the thing to open. However it remained unopened and ticked off the girl even more. She snatched the tube and lightly banged it against the seat arms before throwing it back to her father in disgust. Her father chuckled and patted his daughters head gently as she shifted in her seat and tried to go to sleep hopping that the migraine would decide to stop stabbing her abused brain.
Hetalia! Hetalia! Hetalia!
Several days later found Evelyn sitting at her laptop with several different pages up trying to find a way to open the firmly sealed scroll tube without breaking it. That was the last thing she needed was to break something that she had no idea what was in it. For all she knew there could be one of the late emperor's battle plans or journals for all the seventeen year old knew. Groaning in frustration she slammed the laptop closed just as her father past her room stopping at the door with a raised eyebrow. "Still can't find a way to open it?"
Evelyn shook her head and glared at the innocent scroll tube. Then turned to look at her father who was studying the tube that she tried to unsuccessfully open up for the last three days since they got back from China; he had dark brown hair that he had given to Evelyn and dark gray eyes, having getting her bright sky blue eyes from her red headed mother. Jonathan Spears set the tube down and said "Let's eat; we got pizza and ice cream. Then we can take another crack at the scroll."
"Vanilla ice cream?" Evelyn asked hopping up from her chair. Jonathan nodded watching his only teenage daughter grin and throws a fist in the air "Heck yea!"
"Ve! I want pizza Germany!"
Jonathan and Evelyn froze at the sound of a disembodied Italian voice.
"Ouch, you bloody wanker get off of my foot!"
"Dude that's not me yo!"
Evelyn turned around to look at the tube that was now shaking slightly as if something was trying to get out of the tube.
"Aiyah western nations are so immature don't you think so Japan?"
"John, Evelyn what's taking you two? The pizza is going to get cold." Hanna said.
"Ve! Pizza Germany! Pizza!"
"Calm down you dummkopf you just ate pizza you don't need anymore!"
"Hon hon, here my little Italy I have some pizza in my room oui."
"Stay away from Italy."
Jonathan took a step towards the tube with Evelyn right behind him gripping the back of his shirt tightly. Hanna stayed by the door frozen in shock at hearing voices coming out of a stationary object. The apparent argument from an Italian, an Englishman, a German, a Frenchman, and a Chinese man continued as Jonathan and Evelyn crept closer to her desk.
"Dude I really want some ice cream!"
"Do you think that they would like to become one with Mother Russia?"
"I don't think that's a good question to ask, aru"
"I agree with China-San."
Jonathan glanced at Evelyn and Hanna before picking up a stapler that was supposed to be in his office but was 'commandeered' by Evelyn before they left for China and poked the standing tube causing it to fall and roll off the table. Evelyn and her father jumped back hearing shocked protesting. The tube shimmered as if they were looking at it through a heat wave and suddenly eight attractive men popped out of the tube and landed on top of each other.
"Gah! Russia your foot is digging into my stomach!" The blond English speaker gasped out his large eyebrows scrunched together in pain.
"I'm sorry comrade." The man, he was called Russia? Said without any hint of remorse and shifted to remove a heavy boot away from the Englishman's stomach.
A loud obnoxious laughter came from underneath the pile of men. The men were suddenly lifted and tossed to the side by a nineteen year old as if they weighed nothing. "The hero can never stay down!"
Hanna, Evelyn and Jonathan stared at the group that suddenly appeared in front of them "this can't be happening. Shit like this only happens in stories and movies." Evelyn said gaining the attention of the eight men.
"Hey Professor Spears how's it going?" the youngest of the group of men said grinning a grin that was fit for Hollywood screens.
"John who are these people?" Hanna asked pulling her daughter towards the door ready to bolt for the gun vault.
Jonathan looked just as confused as Evelyn and Hanna did. "Dude, it's me America, how can you forget the country that you live in?" the man proclaiming to be America said staring at Jonathan shocked.
"Dad knows crazy people?" Evelyn asked staring at the blond with a slight scruff of his chin wink at her and pulls a rose out of nowhere. Jonathan turned around to glare at Evelyn. The people he knew were eccentric, a little out there yes, but not crazy as she so bluntly put it.
"Perhaps we should explain who we are and why we are here?" the man with the big eyebrows said in a British accent. "I'm England."
"Yo I'm America!" the darker blond said grinning.
"I am France, mon amour." The long haired blond said winking flirtingly at Evelyn and her mother.
"Ich bin Germany." The more serious of the blonds said nodding slightly to the Spears family.
"Ve! I'm Northern Italy, but you can just call me Italy!" the brunette said with a hand in the air and his eyes closed tightly.
The Japanese man gave the family a small bow and said "Kon'nichiwa I am Japan. I am honored to meet you."
"Ni hao, I am China." The other brunette also gave a bow.
"Privet I'm Russia. Do you three want to become one with mother Russia?" the largest man said asked innocently his purple eyes staring at the three humans.
"We'll think about it." Jonathan quickly said as Ranger trotted in and took in the eight new people and started to growl. France squeaked and hid behind England.
Hetalia! Hetalia! Hetalia!
Evelyn, her parents and the 'personification of eight different nations' have moved the talk out of Evelyn's room and towards the dining room where pizza and the assortment of drinks were served and the entire explanation was given to the three shocked American's.
"Okay so let's see if I have everything right so far: you eight are the personifications of eight separate powerful nations, and the woman who gave my daughter the scroll was so that you can come over to America and 'hide out' with us until the coast was clear and you can go back to your normal immortal lives." Jonathan said after taking a sip of his soda.
"Ja, except if a nation dies the personification of the said nation vill die as vell. Take Ancient Rome for example." The stern looking blond, Germany said.
"That's Grandpa Rome for me ve!" Italy said happily from his seat next to Evelyn.
"We've met once Professor Spears, about three years ago you were giving a lecture at one of my Universities." England said.
Jonathan nodded slowly and said "But you introduced yourself as 'Arthur Kirkland', not as 'The United Kingdom of Great Brittan and Northern Ireland' so you must forgive me for not recognizing the difference between the two when you first appeared from the scroll that a Chinese woman gave to my daughter."
"Wait, so we are letting them stay? How are we going to feed them?" Hanna asked.
"Oh don't worry about that we have food in the scroll, that's where we sleep as well" America said.
"Yes the never ending nauseating smell of fast food hamburgers. You're going to get diabetes if you keep eating the same crap everyday America." England said making Evelyn snicker.
"Dude I'm not going to get diabetes." America said frowning at England.
"It's amazing that he can still fit into his uniform, aru. Considering how much he eats and how much his people eat the unhealthy and nauseating greasy things he calls hamburgers." China said Evelyn paused at her fourth slice of pizza before pushing the plate away much to the amusement of her parents.
"Wait a minute. You nations have been in the tube since Evelyn got it and have been in the same room as her as she changes and sleeps." Hanna glared at the nations who begun to shift uncomfortably underneath the red headed woman's terrifying glare. Evelyn's eyes widened at the implication that her mother had said. "How do I know that none of you had tried to look?"
"The hero would never do such a thing!" America said posing in a 'heroic' stance.
This is my country I'm living in? Evelyn thought staring at America's childish antics. She was starting to find it hard to believe that her country was so…so childish. Then again, compared to the other nations sitting at the dining table he's the youngest everything.
"However I wouldn't put anything past frog face over here." England said jerking his thumb towards the smirking French man.
"My dear Anlgeteere you cannot stop amour." France said winking at Evelyn who moved to sit in between Germany and Russia, rather risking becoming 'one with mother Russia' than be raped by the perverted French nation.
"Ranger is sleeping with me tonight." Evelyn said watching France pale at the mention of the said dog.
"That scroll isn't staying in your room." Hanna said "it can stay in your father's study."
"I wouldn't worry Mrs. Spears, between Germany and myself Evelyn will be alright." England said glaring that the laughing French man sitting next to him.
"Someone forgot to mention the hero!" America said.
"You need to be a hero first to be mentioned, aru." China said.
"Hey!"
_ Well...this is...different...than I'm used to...
So this is based off of Atama Ga Kuru Teru's "World Is Ours" glob fic, if you haven't you should really check it out!
Please tell me what you think so far?