Hi guys. So I'm still trying to figure out the different document stuff on here (spacing, specifically) so sorry for inconvenient spacing..? I guess... Well, here's chapter 2 as promised. Also, I would like to apologize for really really bad innuendos I may have (*sorta spoiler: I will have too many... starting this chapter*) in the story. I don't own Hetalia, I wish I did (as does everyone else). I only own the plot. I guess. (now I'm afraid someone else might have done a similar plot ._.) Anyways, rate, comment, favorite, *darn I still can't remember all the stuff people say*, but most of all, enjoy!
I don't know how long I'd been walking since I didn't have a watch, but I passed by our neighbors like Germany and France before crossing the bridge to England's place. I knocked on the door at his house, hoping that he would answer. If he didn't, I guess I could sneak back in my house at night, but I don't know how that would work out. After a few moments, I knocked again. I was about to turn around and go when the door opened. I was shocked as to who answered.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, looking around him and into the house.
"Hmm? Just a little tea party," France replied nonchalantly.
I finally manage to get my eyes back on him for a second. "Then why are your clothes off?" I asked him.
"Um, 'Tea Party,'" he said again, this time, in a tone that implied something.
"I guess I'll be going then." I turn around and start walking.
"Norway!"
I heard France call after me, but I didn't reply.
"Norway!"
This time, it was England who had called. I turn around, bracing myself for France's unsheathed weapon. Thankfully, England stood in front of France, blocking everything. England was dressed in casual clothes. His shirt's design consisted of a British flag on the top right corner on a green background, and he had a pair of jeans on, which had a few small holes at the knees. One thing he lacked were shoes, presumably from being inside the house. He invited me inside to talk right after telling France to put some clothes on.
"So what brings you here today?" England asked as he showed me to the living room couch.
"Some troubles at home." I replied, hoping that I could avoid the conversation.
"Oh, you've been naughty?" France asked me as he came down stairs in his blue-and-red outfit. "We've been having some fun, too," he said with a wink.
"That's not true!" England replied, his face slightly turning red. "Just ignore him… Do you mind telling us… I mean, me, what happened?" He then looked over at France. "Just go cook or something. Make yourself useful." He motioned at France to go away.
"An Eiffel Tower and a cup of tea make a great combination! Anyways, stay for some supper?" France asked me as he walked away to the kitchen to prepare food.
"Shut up, you wine-loving bastard!" England yelled. I felt a bit awkward being in the middle of them two, but there was no one else to talk to. "So what happened?" He asked me again after a slight pause.
I kept my voice low, remembering what had happened earlier with Denmark.
"Where do you want me to begin?" I asked him, trying to avoid telling him the truth for as long as possible.
"The beginning." He answered quickly. "I want to know, and I want to help. Family trouble's not fun, and I know firsthand of it."
"It all started way back when… Jeez… When it was just the four of us, without Ice. Denmark, Sweden, Finland, and I had just come home from conquering more land. We saw that there was a little boy, all alone, so we took him in. We couldn't leave the kid out there all by himself. I may have been the kiddest one out of us four at the time, but I still had to act older for Ice. I loved him. Anyways, some time passed. He grew up. And I did too. A little while after he grew up and matured, he started having feelings for other people, romantically. And I'd started that too, just a little bit earlier than him." There, I stopped, trying to find my words.
"Then what? That seems a bit far from what happened earlier at home, right?" England asked. He then saw my puzzled expression. "Sorry. I'm not trying to rush you or anything."
After fidgeting with my fingers, I spoke up again.
"I kept having these weird feelings. I kept thinking about holding him in my arms. More than as a brother." I looked down, ashamed. "And it would have been okay," I continued, "if he wasn't really my brother. It's not okay anymore because he's related to me." My voice started to break. "I-I-I was… going to tell h-him about i-it," I said between sniffles, "but he went and did the stupid D-DNA test a-and now w-we all know that we're real brothers…"
England thought for a second. "What's wrong with that?" he asked.
"'What's wrong with that?!' What do you mean 'what's wrong with that?!'" I yelled. "Do you consider America to be your brother, still?"
"Of course! It's a different story from his side, though…"
"Well, would you… do stuff with him? The same things you were doing with France earlier?"
"No! Of course not! That wou—" Then it hit him. England froze. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I never thought of it like that."
"Anyways," I continued, disregarding the previous conversation. "This morning… Well, afternoon, I was taking a walk around the neighborhood, talking to myself and my friends… And I sort of confessed my love for Ice." I looked up at England again, trying not to get distracted by the sweet smells from the kitchen. "And Denmark was right behind me. I don't know if he was trying to bring me home, or if he was trying to eavesdrop on me… Either way, he heard. And he went home. I don't know if he told Ice or any of the others, but I'm afraid to go back there. That's why I came here. I thought you'd let me stay since we had some stuff in common…" I saw his mint bunny hovering over his head, coming in for a landing. "But if France is going to be here, I'll leave after the meal. I don't want to disturb you."
"No, it's alright," England stated plainly. "He can go home. You can stay. You can take the guest bed. And I can help with you and the Nordics tomorrow morning. How's that?"
"Oh, okay. Thanks." I replied, hiding the fact that I doubted that there would be anything he could do.
Sorry for ending it in a sort of awkward place. The thing was, if I tried to cut it off earlier, it would have been less than half the chapter it is right now. To get to the next "good place to cut off", it would have been too long. So here it is, in the middle of a scene... Sort of.
A couple things I wanted to clear up.
There was an official strip* by Himaruya on one of his sites (Kitayume) involving Norway/England. (*Ok, "official" like, he drew it, but the idea was requested by someone) When I ended chapter 1, I hadn't seen any "official" stuff that would show the relationship between Nor/Iggy, so I wasn't sure, but when I stumbled upon it, I was happy.
PS- I'm sorry for making Norway so out of character in this story (crying(?)). I really am. I love the Nordics, and personality wise, I'm probably most like Denmark or Finland. But I still love Nor the best out of them.. Haha.
Just one more thing. It's sort of my habit to do a TON of characters in a story (a friend and I are working on a story right now, and it has (so far) Italies, Nordics, BTT, England, which adds up to 14, and you'll see why it's 14, and it'll probably grow). I'm sorry if it gets too off topic (because I'm a person who doesn't focus very well) and stuff.
Anyways, until next week, "hasta la pasta~"
...Ok, I lied. On a completely different note, I finally got my book for my summer assignment! You know what that means! 301 pages to read, 4 pages to hand write, and 1 page to type! Woot! (*notice sarcasm) So I may not be able to work on the story as much as I would like to (for now, I have most of chapter 3 written, because of the "weird place to cut off" talk), so sorry if it may be a day or two late.
PS- We have a friend visiting on Thursday, and I'm finally going to get registered for classes that day, and that night, the friend will be staying, which means that's one day less I have to finish chapter 3 ._.
Sorry for the long notes...
Ich liebe dich, ja? (Supporters are good, makes me feel good, makes me wanna keep writing instead of trashing all my work... like I used to for the past 4 years or so... And that's one way for me to not forget German over the summer ;) )
