When Nations and Humans Mix

by RuthlessRainbow

Almost 17 year old Angelique moves in with GIlbert annd Ludwig in the face of the asaassination of her parents and mixes things up a bit during World War II. How will she react when she finds out her room-mates arent exactly huuman? Human names used, eventual GilbertxOC, mild language at some points, may change the rating later.

1. Prologue: 16 years

A/N: Hey you guys! This is my first published fan-fiction, but definitely not the first one I've written. Please read and review, and tell me what you think! :) Chapters will normally be short, sorry. I type them on my iPod so they seem longer.

- RuthlessRainbow

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing any of you recognize from the anime/ manga!

Back Story and Information:

Angelique's father was a higher-up in the Prussian Military and so, knew Gilbert. She lived with the two German brothers as an influence until the age of seven when she moved to America. At nearly 17, when Gilbert appears 19 and Ludwig seems her age, she moves back to Germany in the face of her parents' assassination.

Information- Angelique understands German, but he speaking has gotten rusty after 10 years in America, so she speaks English with little bits of Germany thrown in.

When Nations and Humans Mix

Prologue

Nearly 17 years ago, a little girl was born to a fairly diminutive French woman and a General of mixed Russian/German descent. That little girl was bullied throughout the beginnings of her schooling, and often came home crying. One of her Father's friends always seemed to be of more help than her actual parents. His name, was Gilbert. This tall, white haired, red-eyed man man sort of coddled the girl, having met her at the insufferable age of six, when the long-haired girl had grown exceedingly curious about the world around her. Her first question to the man was "Are you really human?" as, along with curious, she was perceptive. This would pay off in the long run, but her blunt nature got worse, and she got into trouble with the other children at school. At the age of seven, in second grade, she fought with a boy on the playground and was sent home with a black eye. That was the start of an era of change in that child's life. Her family moved to America in hopes of her re-starting, and she learned English fairly quickly, though she retained her German accent and stubborn demeanor. This girl, was me, and at 16, I would move back to Germany with the untimely death of my parents, and see the white haired man I had written letters totroughout my entire stay in America. Funny thing was, Mr. Beilshmidt hadn't seemed to age much, and I began to wonder if my favorite question of him as a kid held real worth. Was he even human?