First off, I apologize for not putting an author's note in the first chapter. I was being rushed. So, hello! This is my first fanfic every put on this site. (The only other places I put some were Dragon Ball Z things on some message boards a few years back and it's taken me a while to have the confidence to put one up somewhere that wasn't running full of eight year olds.) I came up with this fanfic like last summer, and recently I picked it back up and still liked it so I'm writing more and putting it up here! Well, der. Um, I think I'll just end the author's note here then? Please review, and enjoy!
Chapter Two
Germany couldn't believe it. There was no way she could be here. He hadn't seen her or her mother in years.
He hadn't been allowed to.
"Yeah. Don't think I'm here 'cuz I want to be. I'd rather not, that's for sure." She glared at him and continued to tap her foot. "Well? Let me in if you want an explanation!"
The man snapped out of his stupor and stepped out of the doorway. Klocia picked up a grey suitcase beside her and walked inside, seeming less than thrilled.
"Mom got in a car accident." The honey-blonde said suddenly. "She's not dead…just in a coma. Obviously I need a place to crash since I'm only fifteen, in case didn't know in your ignoring the both of us since we were just stupid mistakes." She glared at him and continued before he could even get a word out.
"Don't even think for one second you were my first choice. I'm only here because Megan's dad just got called up on drug-abuse charges, Bekka's is a hopeless drunk, Claudia's parents hate me and think I'm some devil, condemned for Hell, and Mom would flip if I stayed with Leo, so I was left with no other option. Trust me, that long ass plane ride from Massachusetts to Germany was not what I wanted."
The elder blond stared. Not only did Klocia's friends seem very questionable, but dear Liliana was in a coma! This was the first news he had heard about her in years and it was dreadful. He sighed—and by the looks of it, the little girl he loved seemed very adamant about hating him for not being there for her.
"Well I suppose that—"
"Germany~ The pasta's ready!" The voice of the cheerful Italian rang through the house, interrupting his friend unknowingly. "Oh! Who was at the door? Is it someone important? Do they want pasta, too?"
The blond closed his eyes in irritation. If there was ever a time he wished Feliciano would shut up…
"Yeah, it's someone important alright!" Klocia yelled back angrily. "And you know what you can do with your pasta? Shove it up your—"
"Klocia!" Germany interrupted. She rolled her eyes in response, but stopped what she had been about to say. Within seconds, Italy's voice was much closer.
"Germany, is that a girl? Did you get a girlfriend? Is she pretty?" He prattled as he appeared.
"No, I do not have a girlfriend. This is Klocia, my…daughter." The elder blond admitted. If he hadn't said it, he knew she would have.
Italy grinned and looked at the girl standing near him.
"Oh, Germany that's so wonderful! I didn't know you had a daughter! Why didn't you tell me? Does Japan know?" Before he could respond, Klocia had already begun to do so for him.
"Oh, I'm sure nobody knows. And what're you doing wearing an apron and cooking for the old man?" She then addressed Germany. "What? Mom not good enough for you so you go and switch sides with this guy? That's really—"
Italy blinked and looked at his friend in confusion.
"Germany? What does she mean by "switch sides" with me?" Ludwig felt his cheeks heat up a bit and coughed.
"…It doesn't matter because what she said was incorrect." Klocia raised her one eyebrow.
"Really now? Then why—"
"Germanyyyyyy! I still don't understand." The brunette whined. The teen scowled, abhorring being interrupted so many times in such a short span.
"Why don't you go and eat your pasta, you whiny, childish, son of a—"
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot about it! Pastaaaaaaaaa~" He cheered and ran back off to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, the elder German stared after him. No matter how long he knew Feliciano, his behavior was still a mystery.
"Klocia, that was—"
"Feliciano Vargas, personification of Northern Italy "Veneziano", younger brother to Lovino Vargas: South Italy "Romano", and grandson to the great Roman Empire, now long fallen."
Once again, Germany was unsure how to respond. After Italy's leave, he had intended to reprimand his daughter for the way she had received both Italy and himself, but now he was too shocked about how she had known Italy's name.
Not everyone knew about or believed in the personifications, although it made sense why Klocia did considering she was the daughter of one. What didn't make sense was how she knew Italy and Romano's names. Names of any of the countries was information not easily disclosed. They themselves used them sparingly, so how did she know?
Klocia smirked as if she saw the wheels in her father's head turning and smoking in failure to draw up an answer.
"I do my research." She grinned and turned towards the stairs. "And don't think Feli and Lovi are the only ones."
"Who else—"
"Alfred F. Jones, Matthew Williams, Arthur Kirkland, Kiku Honda, Wang Yao, Francis Bonnefoy, Ivan Braginski—need I go on? Oh, and trust me, I can match faces, to countries, to names."
She looked down from the top of the stairs at Germany, her face stoic but her eyes shining as if she were grinning like a fool.
"Well, old man? You gonna show me to my room or what?"
Hope you enjoyed!
