Announcement: Hey everyone. This is my first huge fic with GerIta and my OOC character, who you will find out more within these first few chapters. Now, if you're reading this first, I would like to first let you guys know a few things about the fic. I got more chapters, but these first five are for you guys to let me know to continue, correct, or whatever. I'm an American, so I don't know a lot of language I'm fluent in other than English, so I will be using a translator for words and phrases for each nation's respective language.
Now, for those of you who know the languages better than I do, and I did something wrong, let me know and I will apologize and correct it.
Another thing is that I'll be doing the 'Engrish' for Japan, so expect a lot of that in this fic when Japan speaks. But even though I'm using the 'Engrish' for Japan, Germany will speak normally because I really suck on trying to get his accent in his speech. Speaking of which, I also did Sweden's, and I'm not sure if it's right or not, so I'm sorry if none of you understood my attempt at Sweden's 'accent speech'.
There will also be a few Hetalia characters that we haven't seen in the anime, but mentioned in the original webcomic, and mentioned in this one Hetalia Archive site I go to and, like some people do with Mexico or other nations with no clear gender or appearance, I'll be winging those to what I can guess at. So, don't giving me attitude for what I think one nation would look like, like in the anime and webcomic, these characters probably won't have a major part.
Another thing, because Hidekazu Himaruya didn't give the nations names until 2008 when the series started out in 2003, for the majority of these chapters the nations do not have a human name. But they will recieve it much later on if this fic is semi-successful.
Summary: It started as a normal day for all the nations in a meeting when a mysterious girl appeared out of nowhere from a magic circle. Who is she? Where did she come from? Why is she here? These and many more questions arise with each nation as they get to know her as they learn to mend feelings from their pasts. Mainly GerIta, other pairings will be mentioned later in the fic.
Warnings: Slight yoai, race slang, cursing, pairings you may not like but I do, ... and anything else you might want to brace yourself for.
Now that you guys got the jiff of what to expect in this fic, I hope you enjoy this and, if you choose to, let me know if you want more or take off entirely. Enjoy everyone!
Record 1
Chapter 1: Unexpected Arrival
It was a bright and sunny morning and the nations were in the middle of a debate in the World Conference.
"Okay! For the whole global warming thing, I think we should-"
"You bloody wanker! This has better not be one of your idiotic hero ideas!"
Or lack of a debate…
"What? Someone has to come up with something. And as a hero I have to come up with every possible idea that's sure to work!" Boasted a tall, sandy blonde, blue eyed, bespectacled young man in a bomber jacket. "And this is a great idea! Am I right Japan?" He faced a petite man who looked to be as young as the first man, but shows that he's superior as far as maturity goes, with a simply styled black hair that barely touched his cheek bones, solemn brown eyes, and skin that seemed pale if not for the white uniform to show that he was not that pale.
"I agree with Ameri-" He started to say when a fist went down.
"Damn it Japan, tell us your own opinions!" Said another blonde whose hair reached to his chin and light green eyes. He was wearing a green uniform with a pistol in grabbing distance.
"Do you honestly think that you can use the same idiotic idea every meeting? You wanker?" Said a short dirty blonde haired man who's a bit older than the boasting man, thick eyebrows, emerald eyes , and was wearing a plain green uniform.
"Oh, England, those scones you gave me the other day were nasty." Said the boasting young man, causing the other man, England, to blow his stack.
"Oh you two!" Said another blonde who showed that he takes care of how he appears with a well maintained wavy blond hair that looked like silk, fashionable clothing, and even a small sign of a beard on his chin, and deep ocean eyes. "Would you quit such unsightly squabble." He grinned. "Why don't you two just kiss and make up like good brothers should, no?"
"France! You bloody frog!" England said. "Why the bloody hell would I kiss America!"
"Not to mention that he would no doubt kill me with whatever he last ate." America said as England and France started their own fight.
"Aiya… Those two are fighting again, aru?" Said a man similar to Japan, but has long hair that went pass his back and tied back to a simple low pony tail.
"Ah, let them Big Brother China! Da ze!" Said a larger, but younger than the other man and Japan, man with an unique curl that seemed to have a face there to describe his mood, which he still has no problem displaying it, especially since he was getting close to the other man. "Let them fight, it comes from Korea you know."
"No it doesn't, South Korea, and you know that, aru." Said China.
"Would you two stop that already?" Said a young woman in a tight green silk dress with some golden threading.
"What did we do, Vietnam?" South Korea asked
A young woman with soft brunette hair with a elongated curl, wide brown eyes, and a flower pinned in her hair made her way to Japan to greet him, while he responded with the name 'Taiwan' and were able to have a settle conversation.
Another young man with choppy brown hair that went down to his chin, brown eyes, and noticeable thick eyebrows like England, just drank his tea before China came over to say 'Hello Hong Kong' and was immediately glomped by South Korea again.
Somewhere else, a tanned man with short, brown curly hair, and cheery bright green eyes, walked around to stretch his legs and noticed another nation, a short, platinum blonde haired man, pale skin, and violet eyes, sitting there and watching the happenings of the meeting. "Oye, Russia, why don't you join in the discussion?"
"Who me?" Said Russia. "No thanks." This caused a bit of confusion to the tanned nation as the Russian smiled. "I'm waiting for Lithuania to get into trouble and come crawling back to me." He looked to see a young man with light brunette hair that reached to his shoulders, bluish-green eyes, and looked nervous from the sense of Russia staring at him. The Russian then looked at a small, whimpering child with a long, blonde haired woman with blue eyes staring down at the whimpering child. "And Latvia would follow right behind."
"Hello brother." Said the woman, making even Russia seem a tad nervous.
"Hello Belarus…" He said when he heard a chuckle and looked to see a blond, indigo eyed, bespectacled man with a cocky grin.
"You think you're so tough, but you're only picking on those who are weaker, aren't you?"
Russia continued to smile. "You can be very annoying, Estonia."
"Hey!"
Russia looked up to see another blonde that touched his shoulders and green eyes stepping in front of Lithuania.
"If you like take another step to Liet, I'll, like, pull the Polish rule on you and, like, make Warsaw your capital!"
"Oh, why can you get along?" Said a short platinum blonde woman, blue eyes, and a very developed bust.
"Don't worry, Ukraine," Lithuania said. "They do this all the time."
Back to where Japan is a young blonde haired woman came up to the blonde man next to Japan and, without the indigo hair ribbon, one would think they were twins with the same length of their hair style and eyes. "Morning Switzerland."
"Ah! Liechtenstein, good morning." The young man said as the young woman sat down.
"Did I miss anything?" She asked.
"No, you didn't." He said as they started to talk.
"Oye! Spain! Where the hell are you, bastardo!" Called out a young man with dark brown hair with a wayward curl that went up from where the hair parted, green/hazel and amber colored eyes, and a slight tan.
"I'm right here, Romano." The man who talked to Russia said as he headed back to where the other was calling him.
"Bastard! Don't walk out like that!"
"Lo siento acerca de eso."(1) He said as he wrapped his arms around the other, who blushed as red as a tomato and started to struggle.
In another part of the long circular table was a tall, brunette with some blonde hair in an upward style, green/amber/blue eyes, and a small scar on his upper forehead and a young woman with short, wavy blond hair that touched her cheeks and green eyes was chatting away to the barely responsive man, while the mentions of 'Netherlands' was used by the woman and 'Belgium' by the man.
A young woman appeared through the doors and sighed at the sight of France and England fighting again. The woman has blonde hair that was tied to the side, and blue eyes as she just sat down and read her books, moving up her glasses now and then, barely catching a 'Bounjour, Monaco' from France.
Another part of the table, a man with short, wild blond hair and blue eyes has his arm around another blond with blue eyes with glasses, but unlike the first, the second wasn't so happy about it and shoved him off of him.
"D't to'ch me, Denmark." The bespectacled blonde said as another, smaller blonde with violet eyes seemed a bit nervous.
"Take it easy, Sweden, he was just saying hello."
Sweden looked at the other, who scared him a little because his face was a tad intimidating when he didn't mean to.
"Finland is right, besides, I am the King of all Nordics."
Sweden sighed and tried his best to ignore the other.
When Denmark saw that Sweden wasn't going to be much fun, he looked to see two young men, one with light blond hair with a curl off to the side and dull blue eyes and another ice-white hair and blue-violet eyes. "Hey, Norway! Iceland!"
Norway, the blonde, and Iceland looked up as the man sat next to Norway, who didn't show much expression, along with the other as they listened to the other man talk.
In another part of the table, a dark skinned man with dark brown hair and green eyes which was covered with a white mask, talked to a man with black hair that was covered in a cloth head dress, green eyes, and tanned skin, who mostly grunted his response while the man mentioned about 'Egypt' a few more times before looking over at another young man, who was asleep. "Hey, Greece, wake up!"
Greece is a man with a lighter tan than the barely audible Egypt, with easy brown hair and he opened his eyes a bit to reveal green irises before mumbling about 'Shut up you Turkish bastard' and went back to his nap.
In another table, there was a dark skinned man with dark brown dreadlocks, was talking to no one, but upon closer inspection, there was someone that looked similar to America, but his hair was long and wavy like France with a long curl out from where the hair parts, and holding a polar bear. The darker man often mentioned 'Canada' while the other would respond 'Cuba'.
Other, lesser known nations were either talking among themselves, watching the noisy chaos, or were drifting off to sleep while the arguments continued.
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" Called out a tall, muscular man with slicked back blonde hair and light blue eyes as he looked like he had just reached his limit of how the place was going on without any progress to the real issue of the debate, which caused everyone to be silent except for both the Frenchman and the Brit to say 'Germany' at the same time. He then started to lay down the requirements for the nations if they want to present their case and/or opinions. "Now!" He said after he made himself clear. "Who has anything to present in regards to solving global warming?"
This of course started with America mentioning his idea again, which led to the Brit to rudely comment, which lead to the Frenchman to disagree with the both of them, and before another argument erupted it was stopped by the German who scolded the three before telling his opinion to the American's 'unrealistic' proposal.
When the meeting was adjourned, a young man that held some resemblance to Romano, except that the wayward curl was on his left side and a bit above the ear, auburn hair, and eyes that seem to stay closed as he ran up to the tall German to give the man a hug, which he was slightly flustered.
"Germany, when we get home can I make pasta?"
"Sure Italy, you can."
"Ve~!" Italy said as he practically latched himself to the other's arm.
In the meantime, France tried to playfully grope the Brit, who seemed to have enough and caught everyone's attention.
"I have had just about enough of you! This time I will turn you into a frog as you ought to be!"
France just laughed.
"I mean it!" He said as he pointed his index finger at the man. He was only able to shout out two Latin words before the lights started to flicker and the sky started to darken from out of the windows.
"Was there supposed to be a storm today?" Spain asked.
"Of course not, bastard!" Romano shouted as the lights turned off completely. "Chigii!"
"Waah! Germany!" Italy said as he clinged onto the said man closer.
"I-Italy! It's just a black out! Pull yourself together!" He said, only for a bright light to appear in the center of the meeting room, followed by a sudden burst of strong wind similar to a small tornado, making everyone duck and some tried to get out, but found that the doors wouldn't open.
"What the hell is going on!" America called out.
"It's all England's fault!" Shouted France.
"No it wasn't! I barely even started that frog spell!"
America looked to see that the light did resemble a mystical circle. "Looks like your doing though!"
"Bloody wanker!" England shouted as he hazard a look as well and his eyes widened. "That's a transportation circle!"
"A what?" Shouted a woman with light brunette hair with a flower clip in her hair, as she held down a man with dark brown hair, glasses, and was wearing fancy, yet slightly outdated clothes for the modern era.
"Whoever casted that spell is trying to transport something here!"
"So it's like an invasion or something!" Said the woman as she reached to her skirt and brought out a frying pan.
"Hungry!" Said the fancy dressed man. "We don't know what it is!"
"But Austria!" She was going to argue when Italy took a peek as well, despite Germany ordering him down.
"Ve! Something is coming out!" He called out making a few people look and saw that there was a human form appearing in the light before a strong burst of wind made everyone get back down to avoid anything that can harm them before everything was still.
Germany and America looked at one another and nodded as both reached for their pistols and looked to see just what they were dealing with, only to see a jacket and hat, both similar to Germany's back in WWII, lying on the ground, with a body of some form being hidden by the mentioned items.
"The hell?" America said as he got up, along with Germany and Italy went up as the Italian sighed.
"I was really worried it was something scary." Italy said as he immediately went up, which Germany was about to call out, but the Italian was already at the suspicious pile.
Italy went up to the pile and lifted the hat, only to see blond hair. "Waah!" He cried as he jumped back, landing on his rear, and he held onto the hat, revealing to everyone a head of flaxen blond hair shining in the light through the window.
"A kid?" America said as he went up to the kid and was about to place a hand on the child before it stirred. "Hey, you okay?" He asked which the child stiffened and struggled to get up, scooting away. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! We're not going to hurt you." He said as he and a few other nations got a good look at the child.
The child couldn't be no more than eight years old, short blond hair from the back with two hair clips that resemble exactly like the Iron Cross, and the odd wayward curl on over the left ear was suspiciously like the Italian's. The child also had wide, fearful blue eyes, the same kind of blue the German has, as it seemed to be staring at nothing.
"Ve, what's going on?" Italy asked, gaining the attention of the child. "Ve!"
The child then seemed to relax and smiled a little and ran up to the Italian.
"Mamma!" The child cried out as the jacket fell off of the child, revealing that the child is a girl with the white night gown, and collapsed onto the Italian.
"Ve?" Italy said, his eyes widened to reveal honey amber and saw that the girl was asleep.
"What just happened?" America asked.
Germany went up to the child, placed two fingers onto the child's neck and confirmed that the child's heart is still beating. "Call up a hospital." He said as he carried the girl.
"Right." America said as he got his cell phone.
"I already called." England said, snapping his cell shut. "I know a hospital not far from here, the ambulance will be here in less than five minutes."
"Alright." Germany said as he picked the child up from the Italian and, with his free hand, lifted Italy up. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay." He said as he looked at the girl in his arms. "She called me 'Mamma'."
"She's just in shock." The German said as he looked down at the girl as well, also noting how the girl is strikingly similar to Italy, but somehow like him as well. "She may have confused you with someone she knows. Someone her age probably couldn't handle something like that…"
"Ve… She's so cute." Italy said, completely over from the earlier events. "I wonder who she is. She sounded a bit Italian when she called out, ve…"
"I'm more curious to where she came from." He said as they made it out of the meeting room, as he was being surrounded by other nations wanting to have a look at the mysterious girl.
After the ambulance took the child away, everyone was at a lost at what they should do. It wasn't everyday a kid appeared out of a magic portal.
"Ve!" Italy said after the sudden silence. "What if no one picks her up!"
"Who cares!" England called. "She's not our problem!"
"Ve, but... She's all alone…"
"Her parents could be one of England's people, who else does that weird magic crap?" Romano said.
"Ve… But then why did she have Germany's jacket and hat…"
"They did look a lot alike…" France said.
"I even noticed that she rooked a bit rike Doitsu-san and Itari-kun…" Japan said.
"That doesn't mean she's our damn problem!" England said.
"I disagree!" America called out. "That kid was sent to us! And as a hero, I'm not gonna leave a poor girl like that alone. She may not even have parents!"
"Enough!" Germany called. "I know all of us are worried about her right now, but the fact of the matter is we have to wait for any word of her recovery, and since we're the ones who was last with her, it's our responsibility to go to her when the doctors tell either of us her condition. And hopefully she would tell us why she's here."
"Doubt it." England said. "If anything she would've forgotten as a defense to whatever may have caused her to act the way she did."
"Germany's right guys." America said in a moment of being completely serious. "We can't do anything until the doctor calls up and we know for sure if she's okay. And until then all of us would go on caring for our own people and issues, but keep in mind that there's a possibility that we're meant to take care of her."
"What?" Was the collective response from the huge room of nations.
"That's crazy, aru!" China chimed. "We're nations for crying out loud, aru!"
"Besides, orphan children isn't a rare thing to us." England pointed out.
"I know that, but isn't there an exception to the rule? What if she's different? She's sent to us guys!"
"It could be random." Hong Kong said, which was rare to hear him.
"Oh you guys!" Taiwan called out. "She's already seen us."
"She was in shock, da ze…" South Korea said.
"I got an idea!" Italy called out. "How about we vote on it in the next meeting?"
"Italy…" Germany was about to say when America showed the same enthusiasm.
"Great idea Italy!" America said as he announced. "Just sleep on it and we'll vote on it around the next meeting, or when we know about her condition, whichever comes first!"
"Rooks we don't have a choice." Japan said.
"Of course we do, we don't agree with it." England said as they filed out of the room.
"Just think about it!" America called out, thus started arguing with the Brit.
Germany sighed, wondering how this day could possibly get stranger.
"Ve, Germany, wouldn't it be strange if she's really our kid."
"Was?" He said.
"It's just that she looked a bit like me but has Germany's nice hair and pretty eyes, and, and…"
He sighed as he mentioned to the car. "Let's just go home."
"Sì!" Italy said as he latched himself to Germany's arm once more. But he looked at the strangely familiar hat. "But I'm still worried about her though…"
Germany sighed as they headed out of the building. He took a look at the jacket that the girl also came with and saw some spatters of blood on it, but he didn't see any on the girl. "I suppose… we can check on her tomorrow…"
Italy looked up at the German and smiled. "Really? Can we check on her tomorrow?"
"To be sure she's okay and all…" He said, blushing at the cute Italian who hugged him.
"Ve! Germany's so nice!"
Germany blushed a bit more as they reached to his car. 'It's only to make sure the girl is okay. Nothing more.'
Translations:
(1) I'm sorry about that - Spanish (European)
Okay everyone, that's the first chapter. If you liked what you read from this point, feel free to review, but if you want to know a bit more, then go to the next chapter and see if you like how this is going. Remember, I'm only going to upload five chapters to start off. I'm open for any opinions, but I won't do any dramatic changes unless its something about being historically correct or a language correction.
Remember, I dont know a thing about most of the languages I'll use and will be solely dependant of this really good translator site (that isn't from google), and I apologize in advance if you understood the languages and it's wrong somehow.
Thank you.