(I do not own the Hetalia Franchise)
The day was calm yet dreary, the apple trees swaying ever so slightly against the breeze. Dark clouds were coming making their way across the sky. Amelia looked to the sky, flannel in one hand, a clothes clip on the other. She watched as the clouds came ominously closer, looked to the clothing line, and sighed.
"Guess I'll just keep these inside then." She sighed to herself as she began to undo each pin.
"Oy! America! Get in here before you catch a cold!" shouted Alice from the house, her apron covered in dough and flour. "I don't want some lurgy mess huffing around when there's work to be done!"
"Yeah yeah keep your tights on." Amelia joked back, pulling off a dark green button down blouse off of the line.
She picked up the wicker basket full of moist clothes and walked back to the log home. She stopped at the door, admiring the work she and the others had done building their oasis away from their past struggles. She looked behind her back to the endless greenery, apple trees dotting the land, their garden growing ever more fruitful, the empty clothes line blowing harder with the wind.
"Thinking about them?" Alice stepped next to her onto the wooden porch, the overhead wooden awning keeping them safe from the droplets of warning rain coming down.
"Yeah. It's just weird you know? Those guys are just so far away from us. And only so many people know about those horrible, horrible years you know."
"Ay, but it had to be done" said Alice.
"Yeah, I guess." Amelia replied. "So what's for dinner? I'm starving for something meaty!"
"Living up to the American dream I see. You American brats are all the same." Alice chuckled, walking into the rather large wooden home where one other woman was setting the table.
"Bonjour Amelia" said Francoise, her chestnut hair pinned back aside from a couple of curls in the front of her face. "I hope you're hungry."
"Isn't she always?" Alice scoffed before walking over to the open kitchen by the dining room and grabbing silverware for the table.
"Meh meh meh meh meh! Gotta keep up the energy to carry around these guns!" Amelia held up her arms and flexed.
Francoise and Alice rolled their eyes and exchanged glances before going back to setting up the table for dinner. "Whatever, just help set the table you twat" said Alice.
"Oh jeez Alice you almost sound like brow boy." Amelia grumbled under her breath.
"What?" Alice asked.
"Nothing! Nothing at all. I'll just put my guns away seeing as we don't have a permit for these bad boys."
Francoise carried a large metal pot into the dining room and set it down on a center mat, her hands holding the hot handles with a red rag. The top was dripping from the steam building up inside of the pot, the smell of beef stew with homegrown vegetables grown bobbing in it. Alice brought out a wooden cutting board w/ a slice up baguette on it, a thing of butter in her other hand. Amelia, who felt as though her gun show was wrongly ignored, huffed and went into the kitchen to grab the final bowl of food: a salad.
"Eugh. What I would do to taste the sweet essence of McDonald's again." Amelia said dramatically as she placed the bowl down.
"Ah yes, the ever wondrous smell of hydrogenated fats and fake meat; Amelia, you had McDonald's just last week! You've been eating the finest of French cuisine for years now. Your tongue should know better than to crave that crap." Francoise moaned. "But what can I expect? You've also been eating drab English food for years. How sad! How dreary! My beautiful cooking slandered!" She placed her hand on her forehead and dramatically swayed.
"Oy shut your trap you frog!" Alice shouted as Amelia and Francoise chuckled.
"Ah Alice, you know I love you!" Francoise walked over to Alice and gave her a peck on the cheek, Alice's blindingly pale face growing bright red.
"Quit it!" Alice felt embarrassed and held her long pigtails tightly to cope.
"Ew gross get a room" Amelia joked.
"Maybe after dinner. Now let's eat" Francoise smiled and sat down, taking off the top and unleashing a savory waft of meaty goodness.
They were halfway through dinner when the sound of heavy cars was heard in the distance. The table was shaking, the lights flickering. The three of them stopped half-meal.
"My God" Alice whispered.
Amelia stood up quickly. "Come on we have to go!" She shouted over the rumbling of oncoming vehicles and light rain.
They all stood up and ran into the living room, pulling up a square of wooden floor. Alice jumped in followed by Francoise and then Amelia who placed the wooden square back over them. Dead silent they were, and just in time! The door was smashed open, lights blaring from all sides. The sound of heavy feet raiding the house, shouting from all over.
"Check the kitchen! Leave nothing unturned!" They heard glass shattering from all over, and yet the three women remained silent.
Then it happened. The men came into the living room, one single man with a black peacoat and a fedora walking in slowly with a cigarette in his mouth. Multiple heavily armed men were with him.
"They've got to be here. The food in the kitchen's warm. They're here." The room, despite the earlier ruckus, was silent.
The man walked back and forth in the room slowly, his heeled shoes clacking against the wooden floor Francoise and Alice had put down as Amelia was working on the kitchen.
"Somewhere in this house are three women. They couldn't have just disappeared!" He stomped hard on the wooden floor right above the women.
He looked down. "Three women. Or should I say three freeloading nations trying to run from destiny."
The three women were ready to fight their way out, Alice's hand feeling against the wand in her dress pocket. They weren't going back. They've made the pact, they've built a life, and they've hidden their tracks. How were they found?
But before they could send fists flaring and magic blasting, they started to become tired and nauseous. The floor board came up, all the men wearing masks in a smoke filled room, the man in black with a seeping canister in hand. He glared down at the three groggy women whose faces were full of rage and horror alike.
"Game over."
(It's been a very long time since I've written anything, and while I don't really watch anime much anymore, I wanted to try my hand at writing it again just to see how much I've improved. I hope you enjoy and criticisms always welcome).