IMPORTANT!
This is a sequel story, if you haven't read the first two stories in this series, 'Call us Hetalia' and 'Call me Unnoticed' this story will make zero sense to you. Zip. Zilch. Nada. So please go and check out the original stories, starting with 'Call us Hetalia!' Thank you!
IMPORTANT!
This is a sequel story, if you haven't read the first two stories in this series, 'Call us Hetalia' and 'Call me Unnoticed' this story will make zero sense to you. Zip. Zilch. Nada. So please go and check out the original stories, starting with 'Call us Hetalia!' Thank you!
In this chapter we'll be greeting all the teams and our first micro nation! Please enjoy!
In Headmaster Rome's office, after the lecture.
Rome was working his way through yet another report of damages to the dojo. Apparently Gilbert had gotten Elizabeta pissed off again, and it had resulted in several frying pan sized holes in the wall.
"And I'm sending them to pick up a kid? What was I thinking..."
Rome sighed. Just then there was a soft knock at the door.
"Come on in." He called.
The door opened, and Tino, Kiku, and Lilli entered.
Good, they each sent their most level headed member to ask the questions.
"Hello, you three. What can I do for you, as if I have to ask?"
Rome asked sarcastically.
"Sir, we were wondering if you could give us a bit more information on our targets." Lilli high pitched voice asked.
"Yes, we need some information so we can begin formulating possible strategies." Tino added.
Kiku nodded in agreement to this.
Rome tapped the tips of his fingers together.
"Yeah, I was planning on calling ya up, but it sorta slipped my mind. Here."
Rome reached under his desk and opened one of his desk drawers, pulling out three files, each one labeled.
"Tino, this is the file on the Nordic's target. Lilli, this one is for the East German's, and Kiku, here's the one the Axis are after. Make sure you come to me before going into any sort of action so I can review your plans to make sure there's no holes. Well, good luck!"
With the East Germans.
"Did we really name ourselves the 'East Germans?' None of us are even actually German!" Gilbert cried out, waving his arms in the air as he tumbled back onto the couch of their base.
"Gilbert, your German, East German, yes, but German. So suck it up."
Roderich's crisp accented voice carried over.
"Now is not the time to be discussing that, right now we're discussing our target."
Vash tossed the file onto the table, the page on the top displaying an image of the girl they were after.
"Names Wisteria Delpratt. She's supposedly an incredible artist. According to this her I.Q isn't really through the roof, but she's a straight A student. What she lacks in intellect she more than makes up for with her wit, deductive abilities, and athletic potential. All star soccer player. Lives with...hey."
Vash picked up the paper and studied it closer.
"Lives in an orphanage? No record of her parents? Wow." Vash murmured.
Elizabeta had taken up another paper.
"Hey. Here's the address. For such an amazing girl with such an amazing track record, she's not in the nicest part of the city."
"Well, than it's simple! We walked up in our fancy schmancy uniforms, say 'Hello sir/ma'am, we're representatives from the Hetalia Academy here about Wisteria? Yes she's a regular genius, how'd you like it if the academy took custody? You would? Great, thanks for doing business with us, we'll pick her up on Friday. Bing. Bang. Boom. The awesome me does it again." Gilbert finished his plan, dusting his hands off as if he'd just completed a difficult job.
"I don't think it will be that simple." Roderich's accented voice came from the back of the base.
While most of the others had either a worktable or a computer desk, Roderich had requested his own personal grand piano, seeing as he'd brought his violin, guitar, and french horn, from home. He'd even come up to Rome offering to pay for the piano with his own money, though Rome told him it wasn't necessary, and if he'd prefer an expensive piano to an equally expensive computer desktop worktable, it was fine with him.
He tested at several different keys before he spoke again.
"Think about it. We can't just take custody of her by walking up and asking nicely. We'll have to do it some other way. Perhaps..."
The Austrian stood from his piano bench and walked over to Gilbert, leaning on the back of the couch the white haired teen sat on.
"Gil, do you think you could hack the orphanage computers?"
Gilbert blew a raspberry, "Piece of cake. Security around stuff like that is nothing."
Roderich nodded.
"Now, Elizabeta. Do you suppose you could serve as our link to the girl?"
"You mean be the one to make contact? Sure." The girl said easily, tucking her red flower back up behind her ear.
"Vash. Could you set up surveillance in Wisteria's room?"
"As long as you can give me a time frame during which I can be sure she won't be home." Vash said.
"Lilli, could you play observer and find out when and where Wisteria is most days?"
"If that's what you want me to do!" Lilli said, nodding confidently.
Roderich smiled slightly as he stood back up to his full height, putting a finger to his chin.
"Well, than, my friends, I think I have us a plan."
At the corner park, near the orphanage, two days later.
Wisteria pedaled her bike towards the orphanage that was her home, she had no homework left to do for the day, and was planning on spending the rest of the day working on her latest painting.
She arrived at the orphanage and was surprised to see an older girl sitting on the front steps in a red skirt and black vest. Her dress shirt and boots were an interesting fashion statement, but Wisteria ignored her. She, herself, was wearing a tan half shirt with an ascot tied around her neck, with khaki shorts. Her hair was in a side pony tail, it was incredibly curly, bouncing just above her shoulder, with several pink flowers holding it up. She had a pink coat with an exaggeratedly long back, which fluttered behind her as she biked not unlike a cape.
She pulled around to the back of the orphanage and stored her bike in the shed behind the old building, locking the door, she walked back around to find the girls still sitting on the front step, looking around with a bored expression on her face.
Wisteria made to walk up the steps past her, but just as she was approaching the first step the girl stood up and waved.
"Hello!" She exclaimed in an accent that Wisteria couldn't place.
Wisteria was surprised, but attempted to be polite.
"Hello." She replied, making to pass her up the stairs.
The persistent girl blocked her path.
"I really like your outfit."
Wisteria blinked, she'd never been complemented on her clothes before, half the time people thought she dressed very oddly.
She looked back over to the older girl, noticing for the first time the cloth clipped over her hair and the flowers to either side of her bangs.
Perhaps she had a similar taste in fashion?
"Thanks, your skirt is really pretty."
The brown haired girl smiled brightly and offered a hand.
"My names Elizabeta. What's yours?"
Of course.
The visitor thought as Wisteria took the offered hand, with a growing interest on her face.
I already know.
Anyone else notice Wy doesn't get a human name? And there's no established fandom name? I mean, Romania's name is either Vladimir or Valentin, and that's fandom established, not cannon.
Wisteria: Am I gonna get in a fight?
Amethyst: Why would you think that...*Guilty*
Wisteria: Your gonna let me learn how to fight first right?
Amethyst: Of course...*Guilty* You know...sorta.
Wisteria: *Sigh* Ok, now I'll do that thing you told me to do. If you guys want to see me, Elizabeta, and the rest of the students of Hetalia Academy in the next chapter soon, please favorite, please follow, please review! Thanks!
