"Gruggery Fuck…." England mumbled under his breath, he was running late for a G8 meeting and was down dashing down a sidewalk papers flying out behind him. Sure, they didn't get anything done in these meetings but he really didn't want an angry German yelling in his face. He entered the meeting building and slowed to a jog; he rounded the corner and paused outside the meeting room door. Silence greeted him; he couldn't hear any yelling that usually went on in meetings. But as he stood there he couldn't hear a signal voice.
England slowly pushed the door open and was meet with a confusing site. Every countries eyes were set on his seat, but it wasn't empty. Nope, it was occupied by a fourteen year old girl, with brown, curly hair with multiple colored streaks, she wore a plaid skirt with different pins and such on it, one of crudely painted union jacks were on her shirt and it was partially covered with a grey sweat shirt that if fully zipped had a glittery union jack on the front. Her legs were crossed at the knees and her feet rested on the table top, she didn't respond to any of the stares for she had head phones on and was texting at ad-normal spends on a phone.
England gulped, he knew exactly who it was, and it was his capital London, her human name being Makenzie Kirkland. Oh shit he thought, none of the other countries had actually met her, and for a good reason too. No one noticed him yet and he decided how London would react to a French man who was about to touch her shoulder. The second the hand made contact France was flipped over, cut on the arm, sprayed in the eyes and cut with pepper spray, and shocked to the point of unconscious.
Yup, that's why England never introduced her to the nations, she had minor aggressive issues. He winced when he saw that the cut had started to puss.
"London Makenzie Kirkland!( A/N: When Arthur is upset at London he shouts not only what she represents but her name too, it's like when your mom is pissed at you and shout you first middle and last name.) What have I told you about hurting people, even if it is the damn frog!" England said reveling to the room that he was indeed here.
She spun around and looked at England with a raised eyebrow, "He fucking tried to rape me…"
"He was trying to get your attention."
"What the fuck for?"
"Maybe to see who you were."
"Oh, well it was funny so I don't regret anything…"
The meeting room was silent until America burst out laughing. "Iggy! Why haven't you brought her before that was hilarious!"
"It's not going to be funny when she gets to you." A bleeding frog said as he climbed back into his chair, from his previous position from under the table.
"Shut it frog, unless you want to go for round two." An angry London growled from her chair.
All around the room the nations shuddered in their places….even Russia. England chuckled to himself, London's violence was a daily occurrence for him, and he has come to many meetings with bruises caused by the moody teenager, he was forced out his musings by a distressed China,
"Will she bite ahen?"
"Yes, yes I will, and I have rabies too." A still angry London answered, and then she gave China a smile that could rival Russia's. China then proceeded to hide behind a rather frightened Japan.
"Take Korea, no one will miss him," The older nation managed to mutter out.
"Love you too, Yao-ge," squeaked out South Korea.
"I really need a muzzle for the child," muttered England, followed by a face palm.
"No kidding," An injured France voiced, "and a pair of handcuffs too."
"Those break too easily." England instinctively said, it hadn't been the first time she needed to be retained. Handcuffs had worked for awhile but after a little while the cost of buying new pairs just got too costly.(A/N: For all those sickos out there, no the handcuffs were not for that London is Arthurs adoptive daughter and Arthur tried to restrain her from killing passerby's )
London smirked to herself knowing England was thinking about how many pairs she had broken in the past.
"So what is that little terror doing here England?" France said, spite filling his voice.
"Yes, what are you doing here, London? Aren't you supposed to be in boarding-school?" The brit raised a curios eyebrow.
"Got bored."She replied dryly.
"So you flew all the way to America to bug me at a meeting?" He asked his voice a little disbelief that the violent child had been able to all of this on her own. Whenever she got really angry at technology or some people she starts shouting with thy's and thou's so it surprised the Brit that she was able to deal with booking a flight, getting a cab, and coming here.
"Yup, that pretty much sums it up." England looked at her with his arms crossed. He knew she wouldn't have come all this way for nothing, she wanted something. In that brief moment of time when their eyes locked together England was able to share contact to her mind and look into it. He silently shuddered for a second before he pushed himself away from all the scary stuff in her head. Yes, capitals and countries could connect telepathically but only for a few seconds. Still in that few seconds England had found what he was looking for.
"No," England stated not even looking away from her. London stared up at her father, glaring so intently it would make fire turn to ice.
"But-"
"I said no." The other countries just watched knowing what had transpired, but still curious to see what the young capital wanted.
"Ah, come on Iggy what does the girl want?" America said as he wrapped an arm around London. It wasn't long before he pulled his arm away as the capital had started counting backwards and frankly he didn't want to find out what would happen when she reached zero.
"She wants to stay, but that isn't going to happen. She's going straight back to school."
"But why, Iggy she's so much fun! She's not all boring like you!"
"She's leaving on the next flight back." England and London locked eyes again only this time it was London who made the connection and she left a message in his head too.
'They're spending a whole 2 weeks on 'it'.'
England closed his eyes for a second, thinking things over. He knew exactly what 'it' was. Frankly he wouldn't want to spend 2 weeks going over too, but something's had to be done.
"So, why don't you want to go back to school London?" England's eyes snapped open at America's question. 'America is going to be killed by a fourteen year old girl.' England thought.
"They're teaching about a subject in history I don't like." The teenager stated, if you looked closely enough you could see a quick flash of pain go through her eyes. Like always America didn't notice her change of mood or her now pained expression and continued to push on the subject,
"Is it my badass revolution? Iggys still sore about that too!"
"No, it's not that." Her face grew pale as she thought more and more about the thing that was bugging her.
"America, just drop it." England said, trying not to open old wounds.
"Ah, come on Iggy it couldn't be that bad. I wanna know what it is." America replied back in a whiny voice.
"America maybe you should just let it be." The still injured French man said, having a pretty good guess on what the subject was, having been alive when it had happen.
"What's the big deal? Telling me won't hurt anything." The American whined.
London got up from her chair and smacked the American,
"They were teaching about the mother fucking fires of London!" She yelled at him before running out of the meeting room.
"London! Wait!" England yelled, he only spent a second to turn and glare at America before running after the young teen.
England ran outside the building and looked around for his daughter. He quickly spotted her on a bench about fifty feet away, and he ran over towards her. When he got to her he heard her almost silently sobbing into her hands. He quickly sat next to her and started rubbing circles on her back, as he did many times before when he had to comfort her. He started to hum a lullaby he had used to sing to put her to sleep when she was little and had nightmares. She soon began to somewhat calm down and put her head on his shoulder. She then proceeded to fall asleep where she was, England, not wanting to wake her simply let her rest.
Not even five minutes afterward England heard footsteps coming towards them, Arthur chose to ignore them. America then stood in front of the bench the two were seated on. He looked guilty but England glared at him as if America was the vilest thing alive. America flinched at the glare and stared at his feet. England made sure London was well and truly asleep before specking,
"Go away you git." His words were harsh and cruel, to England making his daughter cry is the worst crime possible and he would show no kindness to those who do it.
Again America flinched, "I'm sorry."
"Go. Away." England said through clenched teeth trying to prevent him from shouting and waking up the small teen.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"I'm sure you didn't, America! You never 'mean'anything!" England shouted at the younger nation, he only stopped there because he noticed that London was stirring. England sent one final glare at America, before the younger nation rushed off, not wanting the older nation to continue to be mad at him.
England got London just awake enough to put her in his car so he could take her to his home where she could get some rest. Before getting in the driver seat he couldn't but notice the broken lock on his door and that a familiar looking suit case was in the back seat. He didn't even wonder how she got his car alarm to stay silent. Once he got home and helped a drowsy London to one of his many guestrooms he sat and thought for a bit. He knew he shouldn't have been that mean to America but when something happens to London something in him snaps. He's very protective of London, just as the other countries are about their capitals.
Meh, he could apologize to America tomorrow at the next meeting
A/N: Well this is my first Hetalia fanfic so tell me how you like it and here is some stuff to help clear up any confusion:
1st: London goes to school in England but since they were teaching about the Great Fires of London she went to the World meeting in America to avoid bursting out in tears in class
2nd: I imagine that the countries have different homes in all of the countries so they don't have to stay in a hotel each time they come to visit
3rd: None of the other countries have actually met London but they have seen her (before she got into violence) pretending to be Arthurs assistant
4th: London is based off of me and my violent issues….my friends don't even trust me with safety scissors
5th: When it says Arthur gets bruises from London, she likes to ambush him….a lot as do I but mostly to my friends, what's really funny is that me and my friend would be failing P.E if we didn't run around about to kill each other.
6th: I know almost next to nothing about the Great Fires of London so I have no idea if a school could teach about it for two weeks so for the story let's just say that they could.
If anything else doesn't make any sense just review and tell me and I'll clear up as much confusion a.s.a.p. If you review I'll give you an invisible unicorn you don't have to feed it and you don't have to clean up its mess's because it poops butterflies! And if anyone knows how to fucking line break PLEASE tell me, if you do you get two invisible unicorns!
~Cheshiresapprentice