Of Scratches and Scrapes: Chapter 1
CONTINUING FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!
Oh glob, I really shouldn't be starting another fic. Bad me. Bad. But this perfect idea just popped into my head and jfkdasfjkdsfn I had to.
So this will be a PruHun, Spamano, USUK, Franada, temporary AusHun, and GerIta fic. Oh goodness are you all in for a treat.
As for my lack of updating The Midnight Game and TGPSET (too lazy to write the whole title :P), I promise I'm still alive and I will update when I get less writer's block-y. I have the plan for TGPSET, but every time I try to work on it, I get nothing. OTL
But anyways, here's my 4th Hetalia fic, since they seem to be huge successes and I really love writing them~!
*Victoria is Seychelles, since the Seychelles capital is Victoria.
Enjoy!
Scratches and scrapes. That's all Elizabeta could tell you if you asked her of her childhood. Scratches and scrapes. And it was these scratches and these scrapes that defined her. The countless sword fights with the mysterious boy whose name she couldn't remember if her life depended on it. The snake and spider bites that so commonly showed up on the two. The scratches on the bottom of her little feet from the sandpaper-like mud on the bottom of rivers and lakes. The lost fingernails and chunks of hair. The blood lost, the bloodshed. All part of the defining scratches and scrapes of her childhood. Those memories that, if you asked of her childhood, she would tell you about.
And then there was Roderich. The perfect, beautiful boy she had grown up with, fallen in love with, and gotten engaged to. The mystery boy from her scratches and scrapes memories had always tried to tease and hurt the polite, sophisticated Roderich. So Eliza would protect him. And she did up until their split up.
Oh God, how that boy was bothering her. The red eyes – if she could remember correctly – and the stupid smirk he had always worn. He must've been an albino, as no one normal has red eyes. What was his name? Elbert? No. George? Nope. In her dreams she had from her childhood, not one of them had said his name. And that's what bothered her most. She knew it. In the back of her mind it resided. Teasing her, giving her little hints and clues until it was sitting on the tip of her tongue, then leaving in a flash. If her memories could just serve her better… if only.
"-za… Liza… Liza, wake up!" The normally sweet but unusually cranky voice rang through Eliza's ears and hit them like cinderblocks.
Elizabeta snapped up in her seat, eyes flying open and heart racing a mile a minute. "Huh? What?" She yelled, looking around until her eyes hit a flash of blue. She looked at the figure in front of her and immediately calmed down. The big red bows tying down beautiful brunette hair, scowling hazel eyes, and cute little baby blue dress with puffy sleeves showed Eliza who had just yelled her name repeatedly. "Ah, hello, Victoria."
"Don't 'ah, hello, Victoria,' me!" The girl said sternly. "I have a big, big, big job for you!" Victoria Seya, Elizabeta's superior and long time friend, loomed over her with an angry expression and had her hands on her hips. Her brunette hair was, as usual, tied to hang over her shoulders in two low pigtails held together with thick red ribbons. Her sweet, cute, hazel eyes were locked in an angered position and her little knee-length dress seemed a bit ruffled, and her hair was very messy, despite its easiness to handle. She held some papers and books that were very out of order. Although she was younger than Eliza, she was still a higher ranking than her.
"And what is that?" Elizabeta asked, still shaking the sleep away, despite her exciting wake-up call.
Victoria slammed the heavy stack of papers and books down onto the desk. If Elizabeta wasn't awake already, she would be now. The loud slap of the items smacking down onto her desk echoed throughout the cubicle. Eliza visibly winced, but her superior seemed unfazed.
In Elizabeta's entire career as a magazine columnist, this had to have been the largest assignment she's gotten. So many books and papers all stacked, along with one large manila folder. Elizabeta poked the stack as if it were to bite her if she got too close. "Holy wow, Victoria, what's in this folder, a brick?"
"No, your job. Literally. If you don't do this job, Boss Edelstein said he's going to fire you."
"But I've had a perfect record up until this point! What is he thinking giving me a job like this? How much time do I have?"
"A month."
"Only a month?" Elizabeta exclaimed, standing up in her chair. "Roderich needs to chill! I'm just one girl! Tell me you're going to help me!" She begged.
"I can't. I have my job, too, you know. And he'll fire me if I don't get it done, too." Victoria frowned.
Elizabeta groaned. "I'm going to go talk to him." She bolted out of her cubicle, her long, brown hair being released from its restricting ponytail and falling down her back. She made sure she had her pink flower hairclip in. She couldn't remember where she had gotten it, but it had been in her possession for a while now. She rubbed the sleep out of her still tired green eyes and quietly knocked on her boss and former fiancé's door. She poked her head inside to see the handsome man sitting at the desk, filing some papers and reviewing some columns.
He looked up and smiled at the sight of Elizabeta. "Ah, hello, Eliza. What can I do for you?" He smiled, his violet eyes softening. His short brown hair seemed black in the low lighting and the one wild strand that stuck up from his hair was obvious as always. He put his glasses on as he looked back at some more papers.
"Well, um, Mister Roderich, I believe there's been a mistake here. You see, I have a perfect work record here, so there's no way I'd be fired for not doing one little job. Right?" Eliza said as she stepped into the room, shaking a little in all nervousness, but also partly because she had always been nervous around Roderich. He just had that effect on her.
"One little job? Did Victoria not deliver the papers?"
"N-no, she did, but the thing is, I think the punishment for not getting it in such a short time is a bit extreme, considering my consistent work habits and perfect attendance." Elizabeta rubbed the back of her neck nervously.
"Oh, Eliza, I really am sorry, but this job is extremely important. I absolutely need it by the end of the month or I could lose my job as well."
"Wait, wait, hold on, by the end of the month?"
Roderich nodded.
"Victoria told me I had a full month!"
Roderich sighed. "How unreliable."
"So are you going to extend the due date?" Eliza crossed her fingers.
Roderich shook his head. "No, but what I'm going to do is have you read everything in the manila folder today. That is the basis of your assignment. Then I'm going to ship you out tomorrow and you will stay in a hotel near the area. If all goes well, I'd have given you enough time to finish it."
Elizabeta sighed. She really wished she had a frying pan and that Roderich wasn't so handsome that she wouldn't be scared of messing up his gorgeous face if she hit him with it. She simply nodded.
"I'm sorry. How about I show you my latest piece as an apology?" He offered, pointing to his piano.
Eliza smiled and nodded. He always knew how to cheer her up. He walked over to his piano and sat down on the stool, quickly placing his sheet music in front of him and began to play.
Elizabeta, for once, didn't really listen to the music and kept her mind on that stupid assignment. So much stuff to do, so much little time to do it.
And if she didn't get it done in the time allotted, she'd lose her only job.
~Hetalia~
Elizabeta woke in a groggy, messed up state. She had been up all night reading the several papers and things from the huge stack she had received the day before. Luckily, she had discovered that not all of the books and papers had been her assignment. About half of it was stuff to help her on the assignment, which Roderich had selflessly given her. She was happy that he was still looking out for her.
She rose out of her bed, yawning and stretching out her limbs. Soon, she'd be heading off to East Germany to investigate an old Prussian mansion from the 1900's and its soon-to-be demolition to make room for more forest. She had an interview with the man who was tearing it down, patriot Alfred F. Jones, at the end of the month. It didn't seem like that big of a job. She was happy to see the small job she was given. However, she also had to do research on the historical mansion, and that's what the books and several papers had included.
She hopped out of her bed and made her way to her bathroom, where she took a quick shower and got dressed, brushing out her long hair and clipping her flower pin in it. She decided she'd just grab a coffee at work for her breakfast and headed out the door, eager to get to where she was going.
She arrived at work and greeted a few people, walking to Victoria's cubicle. Said girl looked up and smiled at her. "Hello, Liza."
"Hey, Victoria, who has two thumbs and has the easiest job in the world?" Elizabeta grinned.
Victoria sighed. "Who?"
Eliza pointed to herself with both thumbs. "This girl!"
"I thought your job was super hard."
"Nah, it's just investigating some German, er, Prussian mansion and its demolition."
"Oh, sounds fun. You get to go to Germany?" Victoria said enviously.
Elizabeta nodded. "Yup!"
"Lucky!"
Before Elizabeta could say anything else, Roderich came from around the corner and tapped her shoulder. "Time to go, Miss Elizabeta."
Eliza nodded and said her goodbye to Victoria. She followed Roderich to the car, where she and he grabbed a taxi to the airport.
~Hetalia~
"Alright, you have everything you need?" Roderich asked at the gate as group A was lining up to get on the plane. Elizabeta was in group D, so she would be last to board.
"Yes, I have all my information, clothes, and anything I need. Stop worrying, Mister Roderich." Elizabeta waved her hand dismissively.
"I apologize, but I cannot help but worry about you."
Eliza looked away and tried to hide her blush. In no time, group D was ready to board. Before Elizabeta walked off, Roderich grabbed her arm.
"I never stopped loving you, Eliza." He commented.
Elizabeta felt her whole face heat up. "Wh-what?" She figured she had not heard him correctly.
"I said I still love you." Roderich made sure she would hear him clearly this time. He let go of her arm. "Now go board before you miss your plane." He smiled at her.
Eliza, eyes widened and face flushed, nodded and walked off, occasionally looking back at him. He waved at her as she entered the tunnel to the plane. She waved back, still dumbfounded by what he said.
Well, she'd have plenty of time to think about it on the plane.
Sooo? How was the setup? Did you love it or did you love it?
I know, short chapter is short. I couldn't help it…
Anyways, next chapter will have the awesome albino in it, I swear, I just have a bad habit of not introducing main love interests in the beginning of my stories. All you readers that have read TGPSET know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, reviews keep me warm at night, so review please!
Make pasta, not war~!
~TheAwesomeMe872