Hello all!
Welcome to my Fanfic! It's all written from Juvia's point of view, who at this point, is an eight-year-old. It is a WW2 evacuation AU. And a Gruvia main course, with a side serving of Lyredy and Gale.
I hope you guys all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima has that honour.
Chapter 1:
October 14, 1940.
Juvia usually loved trains.
This train, however, was a different matter. Who would like a train that was sending you to a foreign place, filled with different things and different people? She had heard stories, with vivid descriptions of animals that could eat you alive or trample you if you got too close. Meredy had burst into tears, fearing these weird new beasts. Gajeel had scolded her, but his sister could see that he was scared too. She could see the fear in his eyes.
But trains usually meant a nice treat, like a day out to visit Fry's with Gajeel and Meredy, or a school trip to a museum. They meant she could fall asleep as they rocked her into blissful unconsciousness.
Not delivering her to alien territory.
"Juvi?" Meredy looked towards her older sister.
"Yes, Meredy? What's wrong?" Juvia responded to her sibling with a soft voice.
"Where are we going?"
Juvia was taken aback and ignored her sister's enquiries. Truth be told, she didn't' know where they were going and had pondered the fact for days on end. Where were they going?
And who would take them in?
"But, Ma!" a young raven-haired boy moaned to his mother, his efforts in vain.
"No buts, Gray, and that is final." Mrs. Milkovich swiftly ended their brief conversation.
"Really, Ma? Do we need more brats when we have Grandpa 'round?" Gray whined.
"Oi!" His brother, Lyon, was irritated at the insult to his white hair.
"Well, you're both adopted, aren't you? And Ultear didn't moan like this when you two appeared," Mrs. Milkovich scolded them into silence.
"Sorry, Ma," they chorused in unison. They both had forlorn expressions on their faces.
"Well, alright, then, boys." Their mother seemed a bit less upset now, and the boys were relieved. "I'm going to get our rations, so behave please. Ultear will take care of you." Gray groaned inwardly; his big sister in charge meant whole lot of bad things.
Playing with her old dolls included.
Lyon and Gray shuddered simultaneously, but didn't complain to their mother, fearing another scolding.
"After that, I'm going to pick up our guests." She finished.
"Not guests, Ma, just evacuees." Gray corrected. .
Mrs. Milkovich glared. "No Gray, guests," she had an air of finality in that sentence.
"Behave!" she yelled, before slamming the door shut.
Gray just could not wait to meet those bratty London guests.
Juvia had just drifted off to sleep when the train finally came to a rusty, noisy stop.
"Come on Meredy, let's get off this bloody train!" Gajeel yelled to his younger sister, who giggled in excitement.
"Gajeel! Papa taught you to never curse! Ever!" Juvia was shocked at his behaviour, especially in front of their innocent younger sister. "Meredy's only seven!"
"Only one year younger than you!" he retorted, making her blush.
"Alright, children!" a posh voice yelled out from the crowd. "Once departing the train, form a line on the wall immediately!" Juvia liked this Billeting Officer, Miss Carla. She had heard of horrible, old, bossy women. But Miss Carla was young and sweet, if a little demanding.
Once they were all lined up, Miss Carla started assigning the already set families. When she did get to the Lockser family, she said, "You three. Gajeel - 11 years of age, Juvia - 8, Meredy - 7. Oh, this makes my life easier, you're all together." Juvia sighed with relief. "With Mrs. Milkovich."
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Mrs. meant she was married. Married meant a 70% chance of children. Oh no.
Juvia shared a worried glance with Gajeel, who she could see had interpreted the same.
Well, if the woman was old, then-
Juvia's thoughts were cut off by Miss Carla's voice. "This is Mrs. Milkovich, who will be taking care of you."
The woman in front of them was pretty, Juvia had to admit, with dark purple hair and jet black eyes. The problem was, she was young, and that meant that she would almost definitely have kids.
Definitely.
Gajeel said that she really did not want that.
Not one bit.
Gray felt his heart stop when he heard his Ma's keys turning in the door.
"So the brats are here," he muttered. "Here we go..."
He was surprised when he saw not one, not two, but three brats. And two of them were girls.
"Ultear, Gray, Lyon!" she called. "Come meet our guests!"
Lyon and Ultear ran down the stairs eagerly, but hesitated slightly on how many there were.
"Children, this is-" she stopped herself suddenly, "Why don't you introduce yourselves?"
Gajeel stepped forward first. " I'm Gajeel. Gajeel Lockser. 11." he said bluntly. Gray scowled at him, and Gajeel was quick to return the favour. Gray was a little taken aback by his fierce snarl, and wavered slightly before looking away.
Meredy followed suit, bubbly as usual. "I'm Meredy, and I'm 7. And this is Bunny!" she held up a ragged old rabbit toy.
Lyon sniggered, and Gray snorted, but Meredy smiled on obliviously.
"And this is Juvia. Juvia is 8." Juvia held her hand out for Gray to shake, but he backed away.
"Ugh, no way!" he squealed. "London kids have lice, everyone knows that!"
"Juvia does not have lice!" she retorted.
"Oh, bloody hell! Things must be real bad in London if kids talk in third person up there! Ha!"
"Gray!" Mrs. Milkovich fumed. "Apologise."
Gray muttered something unintelligible whilst Juvia fumed.
Oh, this was not going to end well.
Thanks guys! Also, I'm pretty sure that all the history is accurate, but do correct me if I'm wrong. Also, they've been evacuated to Cornwall from London because of the Blitz.
And I do like Gray as an obnoxious brat.
Bye!
