Chapter 1- Leaving Vantas Territory.
"Warum, warum, warum, warum? Das ist dumm und ich kann nicht einmal Englisch sprechen in erster Linie, Papa!" That was the first reaction that you exclaimed to your American father. This was, indeed stupid. And that's what you said. Your mother and he were deciding to move back to America and you had to go. Of course, you had more German in you than not, that was gifted from your German mother. But that's beside the fucking point. You don't know how to speak English. Yes, you can understand it. And your mom was in the middle of learning from your father. But this was stupid. Okay, well, you didn't have friends and people wanted you dead. Except one chick but she was annoying as hell. Her name was Nadetta. And she just continuously insisted on talking to you even though you insisted on not talking to anyone. And so her boyfriend, okay it wasn't official but it was obvious, wanted to pound the shit out of your face because she had a crush on you.
So maybe… this would be okay… You about changed what you said until your dad objected "Yeah, but, you know what, kid? I'm allowed back in America and I'm going so I can actually claim my damn job back."
That earned a sigh from you as well as you proclaiming that you don't speak English "Aber ich ernsthaft wissen nichts von der englischen Sprache."
"I'll teach ya'. Now be a good kid rather than a spoiled brat for your mother." He ruffled your hair. "Because I am in no way ready to move quite yet. I thought maybe to just let you know what we're planning."
You just huff and roll your eyes. That's typical Spencer. It's all about him. If it benefits him, then he's going. But you heard of a past with him having a gang or some shit, you don't even fucking know of it. Much. But, hey, you just don't feel like having any interactions with his damn past people. You could probably have a bullet through you the moment you cross the border into America. Who knows? Oh well, shit happens.
Your name is Karkat Vantas. Your father is Spencer 'Spades' Slick. He's damn right American. But at a younger age, he learned German, as well as getting into the heritage. So when he wasn't allowed in America for 20 years, he went to Germany as a 'logical' choice. He met your German mother there and they got to know each other well. After a while, things went places and they got married. That's where you came from. What sucked is that you almost look Irish since you have the German blue eyes but happen to have your father's black hair. It's just something that bothers you, but whatever.
…A few years later and you now finally know English. Your slightly feminine tone makes your speaking sound a little less heavy on your German tone. But you still had an accent, of course. And finally, you're in America. Your family is settled in a house and you've been signed up for school.
Your neighbor is this annoying nerd. But hey, to be honest, he wasn't quite as bad. But he was insistent on communication with you. You come to find out that his father and your own were in the same gang. And that this dweebs name is Sollux. He mentions in his lispy voice that it surprised him that you could actually come so quickly up with these Americanized insults that were tied up with sexual innuendoes. You seriously blame your father…
You later find out that upon going to school, which was super confusing, he has a lot of classes with you. And it pisses you off because he soon learns about you. He finds shit out about you by pretty fucking much stalking you. He walks home with you daily even when you tell him to fuck off most of the way. Never happens. He sticks with you.
After maybe a month… you decide he actually isn't so bad… You went through with him on some of his breakdowns and since you're not an utter douche, you helped him. That only brought you two closer. And you hated how quickly you were taking a liking to this fuckwit.
