Lili: Hiya! Here's the second chappie! Sorry it took so long! From now on, I'll try and upload AT LEAST once a week! Anywhoo, I'd like to thank ElizabethHoWey, Cherie17, hetaliaforever123, Ita-chan18, Evil By Choice Not By Blood, c00kies'N'cream234, cheshiresapprentice, Gayle-Feyn, mvdolphin, and SkyFox354 for reviewing/favoriting/following! You all get POCKY! Now then, Germany, if you don't mind...
Germany: Lilith Graves does not own Hetalia, just Alexa Kirkland.
Lili: And soon you...
Germany: VAT?
Lili: Nothing my sweet...
For what felt like the thousandth time during the World Meeting, Canada sighed as Germany hollered to bring order to the quarreling countries.
Despite him forgetting who Canada was, he wished he had brought Kumajirou with him, but the little polar bear wanted to stay at the hotel room and watch anime in French. The World Meeting was being hosted in Paris, France and while Canada did appreciate being at his "Papa's" house, he didn't appreciate being ignored (note: forgotten) by him.
Speaking of Papa, Canada looked over and saw France looking rather bored. Canada wondered why briefly when he realized that England wasn't anywhere to be found and that was really shocking because the nation never missed a meeting, or was ever a late for that matter.
Canada thought Maybe he-
BAM!
The yelling nations looked in surprise as England stood huffing and puffing at the door. His red face and disheveled hair being evidence he ran to try and make it on time.
But it wasn't England's sudden appearance that made the countries stare…
It was the girl standing behind him.
I peered nervously around the meeting room and saw that every single person was staring at me. While I kept my face neutral, on the inside I was freaking out. Was it my outfit? I glanced down at it. For a top I chose a black tube top underneath a sheer dark blue blouse. I wore some black dress pants that flared slightly at the bottom. I wore some plain pumps that were the same shade of blue as my top. Nah, couldn't be my clothes.
Couldn't have been my hair either, despite it being dyed, I had arranged it all into a neat bun on top of my head, save for my bangs which were in their usual style.
"Ve~ Inghilterra, who is the pretty girl behind you? She looks nice." A small man with an Italian accent asked. He had light brown hair with an odd curl sticking out of the left side of his head and…well I can't tell you what color his eyes were because his eyes were shut and an off part of me wondered how he could see me and call me pretty. Not that I'm complaining. He was smiley and kinda cute…in a lost-puppy sort of way. I decided I liked him right away.
"Ja, England who iz this mädchen you brought with you?" a tall stern-looking man asked. He was sitting next to the Italian (which I quickly figured to be North Italy). The man that had asked the question was (obviously) Germany and he had ice-blue eyes and slicked-back blonde hair (that probably took nearly a whole container of hair gel). His face and tone clearly said no-nonsense.
"Ohonhonhon~ Allemagne, it iz clear this déesse iz far too beautiful to have a name~" I heard a French accent behind me and suddenly I felt arms snake their way around my waist and pull my back against a firm, rose-scented chest.
Alarms going off in my head, I immediately sent a sharp elbow jab in the direction of the mystery mans' face and twisted out of his grasp.
I looked at him and saw he had sky-blue eyes and wavy golden-blonde hair. He also had some hairs on his chin and instead of it making him look sloppy or gross, it actually made his look more handsome. (NOT THAT I WAS LOOKING, MIND YOU!)
He was clutching his bleeding nose and just sent me a rape-face grin before lunging at me again. This time, I sent him a roundhouse kick to the gut and he hit the wall behind him with a loud THUD.
"BLOODY FROG! KEEP YOUR SLIMEY HANDS OFFA ME OR ELSE I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET THE DAY THAT YOU WERE CONCIEVED! YOU DIRTY [just insert as many of your favorite insults here]!"
By the time I was done, I realized it got quiet. Save for several snickers or giggles. I turned around and saw some of the countries were either staring in shock, or amusement. But everyone else was trying to contain their laughter.
Well, everyone except for Germany. "Fräulein, thank you for knocking France out, but who are you?"
I straightened out my clothes and acted like I hadn't just knocked out a fully-grown man. "Who me? I'm just England's daughter, otherwise known as the city of London." I sent the shocked room my brightest smile.
After the confession, Germany called a lunch break since it was noon, and also to obviously talk to (note: interrogate) England about me.
Not that I minded. There was a lobby in the building where the meeting was being held and several countries came up to get to know me.
First was America (Alfred F. Jones), a loud, obnoxious, self-declared "hero". He had blonde hair with an ahoge that stuck straight up and blue eyes. He sported rectangular glasses on his nose. He seemed nice enough, once you got past the somewhat irritating guffaw and his obsession with McDonald's. "And how can you be Iggy's kid anyway? I mean, I lived with the old man for a while and I've never seen you around before." He asked while munching on a double cheeseburger.
"Well…" I lifted my bangs to show him my eyebrows. They sure as hell weren't twin hedges growing on my forehead like England's were, but they were noticeably thicker and darker. Kinda like Hong Kong but with actual arches and shape to them.
"Whoa, dude! You're like, totally England's kid! Only Sealand had eyebrows like that, and Hong Kong's' were cursed on his face. Yo Mattie! You gotta see this!"
Despite my confident personality, my eyebrows were a somewhat sensitive topic, so I grimaced and quickly covered my bangs.
"A-Alfred, I'm pretty sure Alexa doesn't want her eyebrows on display." I saw a man as tall as America walk up and I felt myself fixated on him.
He had round violet eyes that looked out at the world from behind oval-shaped glasses. His hair was wavy and longish, like France's, but it was a much darker blonde and he had a curly ahoge coming out of it.
"I-I'm sorry for my brother. He's not really good at reading people's moods. I-I'm Matthew Williams, eh?"
I had to keep from jumping the man right there. He was freaking Canadian! And he did the adorable "Eh?" thing that I find myself obsessing over every time I hear it-
Wait a minute. America's his brother, and he's Canadian…
Oh. My. GAWD!
"You wouldn't happen to be Canada, would you?"
"Y-Yeah…wait, you can actually see me?"
I furrowed my eyebrows at that comment. "What do you mean, 'see you'? Of course I can see you!"
"O-Oh that's good, because most people forget about me."
"I don't see why people would forget about you, but I most certainly won't."
"R-Really? Thanks I-" he never got to finish his sentence because America yanked him away, yelling that heroes needed to refuel at McDonald's.
I was still standing there and I realized that I had a light blush and a small smile on my lips.
Next up was Italy, who more bounded up to me and gave me a bear hug rather than shake my hand. He caught me by surprise at first but I found myself giggling at his antics. "Ve~ I'm Feliciano Vargas and this is my twin fratello Lovino~!"
He pointed to a man standing next to him that I would have confused him for Feliciano if it weren't for his darker hair, more tanned complexion and interesting hazel/green eyes. They seemed to shift between the two so I really can't put my finger on the exact color. He too had a curl, but it came out of the right side of his head through the center part of his bangs. Also the permanent scowl on his face was a clear factor that he wasn't North Italy.
"Nice to meet you Romano." He seemed surprised that I addressed him by his official name but his frown quickly returned. He grumbled something out but before I could ask him what he said, a pair of arms wrapped around said male and squeezed him in a hug. This man had green eyes, curly dark brown hair and a smile that never left his face.
"Fusosososo~ Lovi, that is not how you address a pretty girl. You do it like this." With that, he released the smaller Italian man, (who had started spout some interesting words) and he held out his hand to me and introduced himself as Antonio Fernández Carriedo, AKA the sunny country of Spain. Well, that explains the smile, I thought to myself as I took in the scent of tomatoes he left in his wake as he and the Italy twins walked away, no doubt to have lunch at some pasta joint (I mean come on now, one of them is bound to love it…it's an Italian thing, right?)
For the rest of the day, I was introduced to every other nation and each of them were equally interesting and…well…just interesting.
With my phone loaded with new contacts from the other nations, I turned around to leave. I opted for lunch at a Caribou Coffee across the street. I started wondering if there were any female nations because when I ran them all through my head and realized that I had only met males when I was stopped by a pretty woman with long brown hair and light green eyes. "Hi, I'm Elizabeta Héderváry. Or Hungary if you prefer. Me and several other female nations were wondering if you wanted to come to lunch with us."
I shrugged and nodded. "Sure." Why not? I need some friends, don't I?
Together, we went outside the meeting place (where an "awesome" albino man tried to attack us but Hungary knocked him out cold with her frying pan and later explained to me he was Prussia) where several other women were waiting for us. I introduced myself and they each said her name and what country she represented. After names were exchanged, I walked down the street with Hungary, Ukraine (Yekaterina Braginski), Seychelles (Angelique Laroche), Belgium (Laura Maes), Vietnam (Lien Chung), Taiwan(Mie Wang), and little Liechtenstein (Lili Zwingli). We all chattered and laughed like we were friends forever. A lot of them were curious as to why I even existed but I was at a complete loss.
We walked in silence for a few minutes then we came to a café I recognized and had visited on several occasions when I traveled to France.
Once we were seated, we ordered and chatted about several different things, mainly how being a country and being a city were different from each other and how we were alike. Pretty much in ways we were alike it was that our souls are obviously tied to that place and ways we were different was that I feel impacts (i.e. plagues, invasions, battles, etc.) on a much greater level since my population was smaller and more dense than the rest of them.
We got to the subject of hobbies and interests and when Hungary heard I was a major yaoi fan, she looked ready to kiss me. And then we started chatting about random nonsense that you talk to your friends about in a French café.
It was around 1:30 when we walked back to the meeting place and took our seats. I sat between Belgium and Russia.
The meeting was total chaos.
Dad, France, and America are all trying to choke each other at the same time. Hungary was beating Prussia over the head with her frying pan, and Russia was asking me if I wanted to become with him.
I managed to tune it all out when I stuck ear buds in my ears and started doodling all the nations I had met in my notebook. Lucky for them. (In case you forgot, my dear readers, I'm PMSing and the way the meeting was going was not helping my mood…)
What I didn't realize though, was that a certain Russian was standing over me from behind until I couldn't really see my sketch of Greece snoozing in his chair.
"OI! HUMAN GIRRAFFE COULD YOU PLEASE MOVE THE HELL OVER!" of course no one could really hear me except for Russia and he just chuckled and leaned further into my personal space. (Seriously, the intimidating guy was cute and all, but STILL)
I was ready to turn around and knock the teeth outta his mouth when a knife whizzed past and impaled the table where my hand had been seconds ago.
The room went dead quiet when the knife hit the table. Everyone looked to see Belarus there holding another knife, obviously ready to aim for my head.
"Stay away from big brother сука…" she murmured in a low monotone.
That. Was. It.
"EXCUSE ME! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO! YOU CAN THROW KNIVES AT ME BUT YOU DO NOT CALL ME A BITCH! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"
Everyone looked back at Belarus, who looked shocked and rather afraid of me too.
Canada gasped and shrunk further back into his chair than was humanly possible. London had released an aura that was even more terrifying than Russia, Belarus, and Ukraine's (when pissed off) combined. It was an odd dark green/black glow that surrounded her. The atmosphere of the room became heavy and oppressing. It was filled with a sense of doom and darkness that even Belarus went several shades paler at.
Realizing what I was doing, I immediately stopped the power from radiating around me and flushed darkly.
I tried to squeak out an explanation for what had just happened.
"I-I'm sorry I-"
But I was cut off by a surprised but still strict Germany "Nien, no need for an explanation. Anyone who can stun even Belarus into silence is welcome here."
I just about passed out from relief when I saw the sincerity and acceptance in his eyes...
"But…"
Damn it.
"Explain to us what that was."
Oh geez. I looked at my dad and he nodded encouragingly from across the table.
"Well, erm…I'm pretty sure you all know that England practices magic…" several nods of agreement. Good.
"Well, I practice magic too but I don't have a good of control over it so when I get angry at times, it kinda…leaks out I guess…"
I looked around the room and saw that the looks on the other nations' faces were ranging from understanding to shock and disbelief.
I spotted Hungary across the room and couldn't help but smile when I saw her giving me thumbs up and mouthing the words "Girl Power".
I'm pretty sure we all know Germany adjourned the meeting afterwards.
After the meeting, I was standing in the lobby and waiting for England since we were staying at the same hotel. Hungary came up to me and we started talking about random stuff. Turned out, her and the other female nations were staying in the same hotel as us so we decided to meet up later and watch movies or something.
Before she turned away she said "You're more fun than I thought any kid of Iggybrows could be. See ya!" I couldn't stop giggling at her nickname for Dad, not even when he came up to me later, saying he was ready to go.
"What's so funny, Alexa?" he inquired while we were walking to the rental car.
"Oh nothing…Iggybrows." I murmured the last part under my breath.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
"Nothing Daddy."
Lili: You like?
Prussia: Ja, but they'd all like me and my awesome five meters better Kesesesese~!
Lili: You mean milimeters...
Prussia: YOU LIE! *emo corner* TT^TT
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