Author's Note: Hello! This is the sequel to my other story, Introducing your one and only (unfinished) but don't worry if your not reading that, because it's just like an intro to my two OC's used in this story. Macedonia and Albania. Georgia and Trinidad are from my other fanfic Hetalia: A fanfic! Which you might like to read/
I have copied most of the lines from the actual movie by hearing them, so sorry if they're wrong. I have also added parts in.
Feel free to comment! ~Radio Kidd x
Intro:
She ran as fast as her legs would take her as the faceless alien creatures followed. Heads bobbing and the glowing circular orb on their heads swaying menacingly.
"Please! Someone help me!" She gasped, slipping slightly as she ran round the corner of the alley way.
A blue light was shining brightly and a dark silhouette of a figure stood in front of the source. A police car!
She looked hopefully at the person but as he turned around...she found he was a decoy! One of the aliens!
The look of horror was plastered on her face as he transformed into his original form and headed for her. She looked behind her, then back in front. There was no-where to run. She was surrounded.
The glow of the green orbs got brighter and the whole alley way glowed as she to, was turned into one of them and began roaming the streets, just a figure of a memory that once was...human.
Na vjen keq! Pra vjen keq!
= Sorry! So sorry! in Albanian.
Разбудете мрзливи!
= Wake up lazy in Macedonian.
Part One of Paint it White!
The Countries were all seated around a large ornate table, America seated at the end, overlooking them all with a look of determination and annoyance.
"Sorry I'm late! Na vjen keq! Pra vjen keq!" Albania, gasped, bursting in and breaking the silence that had fallen on the group. She skirted round the maid who was blushing furiously as France blew her kisses and flirted to her from his seat next to
Her long blonde hair, dyed purple at the tips was flying around her face as she ran, and her lavender eyes, with flicks of blue were full of sorry and embarrassment as she sat down and lent on her crossed arms, trying to hide how red her face was from running all the way.
She woke up late, dreaming of America and her, sitting on a swing, laughing as he told her funny tales of the other countries and himself, listening intently, gazing into his eyes.
He stopped, returning her gaze and lent in closer and closer until...
Her alarm went off...
She threw it onto the ground, wincing at the high pitched ring it gave out as it hit the ground. Closing her eyes, she tried to re-create the perfect dream...
"Wake up! Wake up, Adelina! Sissy, we have a meeting today!
Разбудете мрзливи!" Her younger sister yelled, hitting over the head with a pillow, the single curl on the top of her head bobbing. Odeta, also known as the country Macedonia, was the splitting image of her sister, minus the dyed tips of Adelina's hair. She had striking cobalt blue eyes, flicked with green, and long blonde/white hair which cascaded down her back. She was short, hyper and a generally happy person. Her personality sometimes clashed with her sisters, however, especially since her active nature meant she got up really early, much to Adelina's dismay.
"Stop kissing your pillow and get up!" Hitting her with the fluffy pillow on every word.
"What!" Albania gasped, throwing the pillow away from her. "You can't talk, your not even dressed." The young country pondered for a moment, before running out the room. Albania sighed happily before laying back onto her pillow, drifting back into her dream.
"ADELINA DONIKA ROZA VALMIRA!
Стани сега!" Macedonia reappeared, dressed in a pair of denim shorts, brown boots and a brown bomber jacket with sleeves way to long for her, trimmed with fur. The jacket was covered with badges of different or similar meaning and small pockets with brass buttons she had sewn on herself, with the help of their friend, Georgia, who couldn't make it to the meeting, prior another Trinidad vs France dispute involving swords and a lot of blood.
Albania sighed at the thought of Georgia being kept at home, having to treat Trinidad instead of seeing Germany, whom she had become very close to the past couple of months. She made a mental note to talk to Trinidad later on in the day, after the meeting...MEETING!
Macedonia's pleas suddenly became apparent in the lovestruck girl's mind. There was a meeting organised by America today and if she didn't get up, she would be late! Shoving her sister out of the room, she locked the door and got dressed. Pulling out a pair of denim high waisted shorts, a striped black top, and her signature brown army boots with pink laces, she slipped her bracelets with the bells on which she wore everyday she unlocked the door and grabbed her sister's arm, running toward's America's place.
"Wait! We haven't had breakfast yet!" Macedonia cried out.
"I don't care! I don't want to be late!" She replied, nodding to the maid at the door and headed upstairs to the meeting.
"Glad you made it." Japan, her best friend nodded. Albania smiled and waved, to out of breath to talk.
"Adelina wouldn't get up, she was to busy kissing her pillow and dreaming about, 'merica!" Macedonia sung, sitting on the floor near Italy, who was busy drawing, and got out her needle and thread, sewing a new badge onto her jacket. She wasn't old enough to be a part of the meetings, but tagged along anyway, as it was a chance to see her friends.
"No I wasn't! Shut up, Odeta!" Albania hid her head in her arms, shooting a death glare to both her sister and Germany, who was chuckling quietly
"Eh?" America said, startled at Macedonia's sudden outburst and mentioning of his name.
"Alfred and Adelina sitting in a tree, doing things they shouldn't be~!" She sung. Albania growled and picked up her little sister, shoving her outside the door.
"Don't sing that version!" Albania whispered angrily. Macedonia giggled and went back to her sewing.
"I'd like to here the rest of that song, Mon Cherie!" France grinned.
"No. No you would not!" Albania growled.
"Yes I would, Macedonia!" He called out to the girl on the other side of the door.
"You dare! I'll get Trinidad to beat you up again!" The fight was still a soft subject for the Frenchman, so he shut up and looked at America, who looked as confused as ever. Germany shook his head at Alfred's idiocy.
"Shall we start the meeting then?" His low voice echoed in the room.
"Oh, right- yes!" America stuttered, glancing towards Albania, who was whispering to Japan. She turned round and gave him the thumbs up.
"Dudes! This is an emergency! As the paper thing in front of you with those crazy drawings that are supposedly words says; the majority of humanity has been turned into nopady by the freaky beam of light that shoots out of other Nobrabol baa- I don't really know how to say it. My Alien dude friend told me their Platonians from the planet picto, for real dudes, Pictos in like, way out of space!" America said, speedily.
"Out of space!" England shouted.
"~ and they want everyone to be a Nobra~" hardly anyone was paying attention to what America was saying, apart from England, Japan and Albania.
Italy then began drawing on the piece of paper that had the photo of the 'Platonians' on. He was drawing faces on the aliens.
"What are you doing? Hello? Listen Up!" America shouted, standing up from his seat.
"We can't let these Nobra dudes make earth all freaky and boring and white, right! This is wack, we gotta stop these dudes! Who's with me?"
"Sure! As long as I don't, like die!" Albania said. America gave her an approving smile which made her blush, confusing him. Why did she keep blushing?
"Also, whats a Nobra?" He added. There was an awkward silence before Japan spoke up.
"Oh, yes, I know what they are! It is a Japanese monster without a nose, eyes or a mouth. It's proper name is Inopra though." He said, slightly panicking for fear of the invasion being blamed on him.
"Wait a sec, you trying to say that this is all your fault, Japan!" England said, angrily. Albania put a reassuring arm round Japan, which, in short, made America's blood boil.
"No! I was simply explaining what Nopra meant, no more no less!"
"He simply means that Inopra is the name given in Japanese for the alien thingies that are roaming the streets of England and turning people into wired white blobby jelly babies with a glow-ball suck on the end of a curl on their head!" She said, grinning.
"Blobby jelly babies?" Germany laughed.
"Yeah! That's what they remind me of, anyways." She laughed.
"Do you think if we pulled their curl..." Italy trailed off, noticing everyone was staring at him weirdly.
"In all honesty...I don't think we should find out, we might end up with half alien people running round with half a face, and that would be kinda creepy!" Albania finished.
"Hey! Hey, Albania!" France giggled.
"What?" She asked, skeptically.
"Has anyone pulled your curl?" He laughed, leaning on the table for support.
"No, and if your not careful, I will get Trinidad here! I mean it!"
"So why the hell do I have to be turned into a Nopra because of stupid Japana's scary story! China growled.
"No! It's not my fault!" Japan exclaimed.
"Focus, countries! Japan may have screwed things up but we still have time to fix it! Now, your ideas will all suck, so listen to me, we'll combine all our military strength, I'll be in command so you can all wear the colours of my flag! All hero's wear the colours of red white and blue!"
"I think we should get a white flag! Italy chimed in.
"Who put you in charge!" England challenged.
"Duuh! I'm the hero! Everybody knows that!"
"Everyone knows a lot of stuff you don't!" Germany mumbled. Albania waved her hands at him, begging him to say no more.
"What! What don't I know!" America whined.
"Figure it out yourself!" Germany said.
"Dude! Come o-on! Tell me!" Germany shook his head, so America turned to Albania.
"You'll tell me? Right, Albania?" He looked at her, hopefully.
"umm..." She mumbled, turning bright red
"WHY ARE PEOPLE KEEPING SECRETS! AND WHY DO YOU KEEP BLUSHING! WHY WON'T PEOPLE TELL ME WHATS GOING ON!" He shouted, pointing a finger at Albania, who just wanted to leave.
"I beg to differ," England said, in reply to America's previous statement.
Then France said something about him being in charge and began fighting with England, shouting silly insults like "cheesy monkey" and "black sheep". Albania just hid in her arms whilst Japan whispered to her, reassuring his best friend that it would all work out. Germany said that he would work it out soon, America was just a bit "slow in the head".
"They never stop fighting..." China sighed.
"WHITE FLAGS! Come one! I made lots of them! See, we could each have our very own!"
"So you think I'm right? Right?" America said, placing his hands on Albania and Japan's shoulders.
"Wha-? Umm, well...this is why I refrain from speaking..."
"Mhmhmhmhwwwww!" Albania said, the exact words muffled by her sleeve, but the tone of annoyance, sadness and longing, evident in the sound.
"Russia, what are you gonna do, dude?" America asked.
"I'm going to do fighting!"
"Rock out my dog! I've got the perfect job for you to have then! Side-kick!"
"What!"
"Yeah! Every super hero needs a side-kick! I should know I am the hero! They've even made a bunch of crazy Hollywood movies about it!"
"They also have top notch productions in the UK!" England added.
"HARRY POTTER!" Albania exclaimed, looking up from her hiding spot at the mention of English Movie Productions.
"Time travelling can only go so far!" France smirked.
"Shut it, peppy la pew! Just because you invented movie making doesn't mean your any good at it! All your films are good for is putting me to sleep!" The two began fighting yet again.
"I'll have you know that my movies have been very popular lately," China said.
"Dude! You can't compete with Micheal Macy!" Everyone began arguing over who's movies were the best whilst Albania began shouting about how much she loved Fred and George Weasley.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Germany boomed, slamming his hands down on the table.
"WHILST YOU SIT HERE ARGUING ABOUT NOTHING THE WHOLE OF MANKIND IS BEING TURNED IN TO THOSE NOPRA THINGS! NOW IF WE ATTEMPT TO DO THESE THINGS THAT MEANS WE WILL LOOSE OUR FACES AND WONT BE ABLE TO RECOGNISE EACH OTHER THINK ABOUT IT YOU DOONCAAAASS!"
"OOOSHH!" Albania added to Germany' speech.
"Ha ha ha No need to argue, 'cause I'm right!"
"My ideas are better, because otherwise I'd kill them!" Russia smiled.
"I'm only allowed to hear my own thoughts and those are the ones which are right."
"Ahhh!" Albania exclaimed and hid her head again mumbling about how "oblivious" and "stupid" America was being.
Germany just stood there, staring at the mob which was forming.
"Alright then, I'm done here!" "I don't know why I thought we could have a simple discussion, that's not how we work, is it? What a waste, this entire meeting has been pointless, I will do what you have to do, and you do what you have to do..." He finished and left, opening the door which Macedonia was leaning on. He stepped over the smiling infant and left, leaving everyone shocked.
"That's exactly what I was going to say!" Russia smiled, leaving also.
"To much fighting together to figure out we should be fighting together!" China sighed, doing the same. Macedonia just lay there, smiling at the leaving countries, waving them goodbye.
"I'm far to gorgeous to be stuck in a room for so long!" France said haughtily. England imitated him, leaving the room, a black cloud looming over his head.
"Ha ha ha! I was just trying to help! I don't need you guys, I'm the hero!"
"My, belly. it hurts," Japan added. And also, left.
"HEY WAIT UP YOU GUYS!" Italy panicked and ran out, flailing his arms about like a headless chicken.
"I'm still here, and I hate to complain but no-one bothered to ask my opinion!" Canada whispered. Albania sighed and sobbed into her arms.
"Who are you?" The bear in his arms asked in a high pitched voice.
"I'm Canada."
"Hi, Canada, I'm Albania!" She smiled, sniffing.
"Hello, Albania, why are you crying?" He asked.
"Because...Because America never notices me!"
"Oh No-one ever notices me either. But you did! Thank you!" He said.
"No, problem!" She laughed, stretching.
"I have to go now, but I'll see you around? We could go out somewhere,"
"I'd like that!" He smiled and waved as she picked her sister up from the floor and left.
"Bye, Bye, Canada!" Macedonaia called out from her sister's shoulder!"
As they got outside, they saw various countries leaving. she saw America waving to her, but she pretended she hadn't noticed, the events today had really hurt her and she didn't want to talk to him right now.
She went to walk in the other direction, but a hand pulled her back. It was Germany.
"How come Georgia was not here?" He asked,
"She didn't go because Trinidad didn't go, and she didn't go because France went."
"Oh."
"Yes, I was going there now actually, I need to convince Trinidad to truce with France, because it really is effecting Georgia. She hardly ever goes anywhere now..."
"Really? I never knew..." Germany sighed.
"You can come, if you'd like to, she'd appreciate the company."
"Sure, shall I get France? That way they can settle the dispute.
"Yes. That would be handy." Germany called France over and shoved him into his car, Macedonia sat in front and Albania in the back, with the protesting Frenchman.
"I don't want to go there!" He wailed.
"Tough. You are sorting this out, or I will sort it out for you!" Germany shouted.
The ride was silent, apart from Macedonia's singing. Germany kept glancing at Albania, who was staring out the window. France was rocking backwards and forwards, mumbling to himself.