Nihao, aru! Thank you for reading all the stories I have been writing :D This story is for Asia in Hetalia: her OC Paris, Kailey Bonnefoy. Non-English words are from google translate so if I'm wrong, please correct me if you'd like. Hope you enjoy this series and review!
Wei Xiang C:
Chapter 1
"Kail~," a honey voice called out for the girl with straight dark brown hair flowing all the way down to her waist.
"Yeah, what is it, mon frere?" she asked, putting down the book she had just been reading. Turning around, her golden brown eyes pierced into her brother's sky blue pair.
"Aww, don't give me that cold stare, ma soeur," he said as he threw his arms over her neck. "Come on, show me that angelic smile of yours from when you were young~." Kailey's face didn't move at all as she just stared at her brother with a glare that seemed to read "are you insane you damned brother". But seeing that the two were close, France knew that this was, in truth, her normal stare. "Aww, fine," her older brother pouted as he let go of her. He started to walk out of the study room before he remembered the real reason for being there, "Oh, yes, we're having guests stay for a week." He winked and said, "A bientot~" before leaving the room.
With Francis' leave, Kailey put down her book and looked out the window. She yanked on the thick beige curtains and pushed it away, wincing at the sudden brightness as light shined into the study room. She had a feeling she knew exactly who those guests would be. She had heard their name when she went to the previous world conference with her brother. The Bad Touch Trio, they had been called: Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert―France, Spain, and Prussia. Her brother, her crush, and someone she hated.
Kailey hadn't noticed that she had been daydreaming while staring out the window until a small figure on the tiled road that led to the entrance door caught her sight―it was Antonio waving from the bottom with his red suitcase rolling behind him. He seemed to be saying something but she could not hear from the third floor. She turned away from the window and left her spot.
Outside, Antonio frowned. "Did she not hear me?" he wondered aloud and the white haired German with red eyes appeared behind him.
"Hurry up, Antonio," he whined, sighing, "I don't understand why Francis had to call us to stay over for this week."
"Aww, what's wrong? You miss your hermano menor already?" chuckled the Spaniard as he rested an arm over the handle of his suitcase.
"Sh-Shut up! Of course not I. My little brother must be missing his awesome older brother!" Gilbert said quickly as his face turned a light shade of pink.
"Yes, yes," Antonio chuckled and he gained hold of the handle once more, "Let's go in instead. We should not keep Francis waiting."
"True; the manor must be missing my presence of awesomeness," he said, boastful.
"Ha ha… let's just go in already…" Antonio said, pulling his suitcase ahead without waiting to check if Gilbert was following. He went ahead and knocked on the door. There was a shout from the main host and the door slid eerily open. In the small opening, Kailey's head popped out and she glared at the two guests. "H-Hi, Kailey," Antonio said trying to maintain a happy aura. Sometimes Kailey's aura can drag the air down.
"Yes, aren't you happy to see us? Especially I, the awesome Prussia?" cackled the white haired German behind Antonio. Midway through the first question, Kailey had already abandoned her post at the door.
"Come on, Gilbert," sighed the Spaniard, "We should enter before we get locked out." They entered, Antonio locking the door after Gilbert, while Gilbert muttered questions of why Kailey left without feeling the true awesomeness of his presence. Sighing, Antonio led the gloomy German to the living room in which they found Francis sitting on the main couch with Kailey standing behind him staring out the window.
"Welcome," greeted the Frenchman, his eyes smiled at the two guests.