Woot! ^^ My newest Hetalia-related fic c:
I really like how it's turning out so far~
The fanfic is somewhat inspired by the song "The Only Way I Know How To Feel" by Boys Like Girls.
But yeah, please enjoy~! ^^
Chapter 01: Oxygen
I came apart inside a world made of angry people
Olivia shivered, pulling her knees close. You'd think that she'd be used to the cold of winter after being stuck on the streets after a year, but she's not. She never, ever thought that she'd be homeless. Maybe it should have been a big clue when her ex was acting like an ass, the moment that he had first slapped her; or when he had first burned her. Then again, she never knew that he'd sell every one of her belongings and that they'd shuffle from household to household. She didn't know that he would dump her, leaving her on the street. She never knew he'd forget about her the moment that he had found a new girlfriend. No, she didn't know that her life would be like this.
There was a sudden noise nearby, and Olivia ignored it. Being on the street, she's used to things going 'bump in the night' like rats, stray cats and dogs. She's also used to having to share alleys with other homeless people. Generally, if you leave them alone, they leave you alone. She watched her breath escape her lips in little puffs with tired eyes. Her body didn't feel as warm as it must have been. She shivered and hugged her knees tighter. "Are you alright?"
I found a boy who had a dream
Arthur Kirkland walked out of the movie theater, stretching before starting home. The good thing about this movie theater is that it's close to his home. He lives about four blocks away from it, so he doesn't have to waste gas by driving to it. Arthur shivered and pulled his coat tighter around himself. Britain started thinking about how he can make tea and eat some scones when he gets home. He was deep in thought when he noticed a girl, sitting in an alley. She seems to be 21, and she sticks out compared to the rest of the alley. She's hugging her knees and is perfectly still. She has dirt on her pale skin and it's caked on her t-shirt and jeans, both clothing is torn as well. Her blonde hair is matted and has clumps of dirt in it. As Arthur got closer to her, he noticed that the girl has scratches all over her arms. Arthur stopped beside the girl. "Are you alright?"
The girl slightly jumped when she heard Arthur's voice. She started trembling and looked up, revealing her eyes to be a vivid violet color, but they seemed dull. The fear in her eyes is obvious. "H-huh?" she asked in a quiet voice. "I asked you if you were alright." Arthur repeated. The girl was quiet and she shifted her gaze. "I…I'm fine…" She said in a quiet voice. Arthur held his hand out. "Well then, would you like to have some tea?" He asked as a warm smile grew on his face. The girl's face flushed. She bit her lip and looked around nervously. "W-what is this…s-some sort…of j-joke?" She asked in a shaky voice. Arthur was shocked, and his face showed it. "N-No, of course not! Why would I do that?" He asked. The girl shook her head. "You'd be surprised." She said as she rested her chin on her knees. Arthur kneeled beside the girl and gently touched her arm. She jolted, and Arthur was shocked at how cold her skin felt. "My dear, your skin's cold as ice!" Arthur said in surprise. The girl said nothing, and left her chin on her knees. Arthur shrugged his coat off and put it around the girls' shoulders. She looked at him in surprise, only to see him smiling kindly at her. "Would you please come to my home for some tea?"
Making everyone smile, He was sunshine
Arthur sipped from his tea and quietly watched the girl in front of him as she cautiously surveyed his large kitchen. She had yet to touch the cup in front of her. "Excuse me dear, would it be alright if I asked you why you were in that alley?" Arthur asked. The girl looked at him. "I…I have no home…" She said quietly. She reached toward the cup in front of her and took a drink of her tea. She closed her eyes. "I've…had no home for…a year now."
Arthur looked at the girl in shock and she held onto the teacup as an uncomfortable silence set in. "You can stay here." Arthur said. The girl looked at him in surprise. "W-what? You barely know me…" She said. "Look, it wouldn't feel right if I didn't ask you to stay here. The bottom line is, you're homeless. I'm asking you to stay here so that you won't be homeless. I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn't offer." Arthur said. The girl bit her lip and looked at the cup in front of her. "…I guess…I can stay here…but…I have nothing…no money, no other clothing…" She said in a quiet voice. "I have two friends who can help. I'll call them and see if they can be here tomorrow." Arthur said. A tiny smile spread on the girls' face. "Alright…thank you. Um…what's your name?" She asked. Arthur smiled. "Arthur. Arthur Kirkland. May I ask your name in return?" He asked. "O-Olivia…Chekov." The girl said. "Oh? Are you Russian?" Britain asked. "Yes…my mother was Russian…" Olivia said, her voice trailing off. Arthur looked at the time and stood. "Well, it's late. Go ahead and take a bath. If you like, I could get some extra clothes for you and I'll get one of my guest rooms ready for you." He said. Olivia set the now empty teacup down. "A-Alright…thank you, Arthur." She said with a tiny smile.
I fell over my feet, like bricks underwater
Arthur has given Olivia some extra clothes, a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, for her to wear after her bath, before he had left to get the extra room ready. Olivia looked around the bathroom and was relieved that it is somewhat normal sized. She glanced towards the large square bathtub and she turned the faucets, watching the water begin to fill the tub. She shrugged off Arthur's coat and hung it on the bathroom door. The tub was soon full and Olivia stopped the water. Olivia slowly stripped, and she stared at her body in the mirror. She saw the scars on her body and winced when she ran her fingers over the large burn mark on her stomach, the worst burn mark she had ever gotten. Olivia felt tears in her eyes but she pushed them back. She turned and stepped into the bathtub and winced then the hot water made contact with some of the open cuts and injuries on her body. Olivia relaxed into the water and soon started to wash herself.
After her bath, Olivia put on the clothes from Arthur. The t-shirt is white with green stripes, and the shorts are tan. The t-shirt fit her loosely, and the shorts as well. He had also given her some old boxers as well, and she had those on too. Olivia walked down the hallway, running her hand through her hair as she glanced into the rooms along the way. She saw Arthur who smiled at her. After her bath, Olivia had realized how filthy she was. Her hair was so dirty, it looked light brown, but now it's clean and looks like the normal platinum blonde it is. "Well now, I take it that you feel better?" Arthur asked with a smile. Olivia nodded and Arthur pointed to the closed door beside them. "This is the room you can use." He said, opening the door and flipping on the light.
The room is spacious for a bedroom, and the walls are white. The sheets and pillows are pale blue, and the carpet is red. There is simple furniture in the room, like a dresser, end table, a desk, a closet and a chair. Olivia looked at Arthur. "This…is my room?" She asked. "Of course! After you get some new clothes tomorrow, you can start to fill the closet and dresser. Does that sound good?" Arthur asked with a smile. "Y-Yeah…thank you Arthur, for everything." Olivia said, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I guess I will see you in the morning. I hope you sleep well." Arthur said as he turned to walk away. After he left, Olivia closed the door and walked towards her new bed. She sat on it and laid down, pulling the covers over her. As she laid there, she felt tears on her cheeks and Olivia soon found herself crying until she had fallen asleep.