{Review of what has happened: The state of Alaska crashed a meeting leaving destruction in her wake. France is laying in a pool of his own blood forgotten. America got a beat down for revealing a secret that Alaska wanted kept. Belarus showed up to "talk" with Russia but got confused by Alaska. Lastly Hawaii showed up to calm Alaska down.)
Disclaimer:
Justanothertree: Hehe Alaska you went crazy. ^-^
Alaska: No I didn't, I was rather calm.
Justanothertree: 0_0 Disclaimer please.
Alaska: Justanothertree doesn't own Hetalia or we would be in WWIII from her stupidity. I mean just look at were she typed "put in Russia" instead of just putting in the Russian!
Justanothertree: ...I actually can't argue about that...well maybe the second thing. I didn't have internet to use Google translate and when I finally had internet I spaced out on me doing that! *Goes into emo corner and cries until Alaska sits on her*
Alaska: Shut up and do your work already. You can't keep going and cring about it! Just write already.
Chapter Two:
Alaska POV
I sat in my bedroom looking around trying to calm down my nerves. I can't believe Daddy went there. I never wanted to tell Russia. My mind flew into a deep hysterical panic. What if Russia hates me for always hiding when he came to visit? What if he hates me for not telling him he was my real father? What if he wants me back, but I like America even if he is really hard headed? What if.. The list of my racing mind went on and on.
"Okay, Alaska calm yourself. Everything is out of your control now, so calm down before you go insane from what ifs," I thought aloud. "Think, there must be something you do to calm down."
My eyes darted around my room. The room was the shade of a pink sunset, but it was hard to tell from all my humorous and sunflower posters covering almost every inch of the room, including the
ceiling. The carpet was a nice violet color and was soft, I was always cleaning it. I know that it might not match, but I didn't care, my room was for all the things I kept locked in my mind. I had a detailed map of Russia on my left wall and on the right was the US. I also knew that all the states and Dad thought I kept my room cold, but the truth was it was always seventy-eight degrees in here, they didn't let me have a fireplace. The most important about my room was that nobody but me could ever get in here, the door was always locked.
There was a sharp knock on my door causing me to jump out of my thoughts and land on all of my wolves. Now your most likely thinking wait I thought she had only one? Truth is I had one for five of my major cities or towns. I had Juneau who was black, Anchorage that was grey, Fairbanks was deep brown, Bethel was grey and white, and Barrow on the other hand was pure white. They yelped before checking to see if I was okay. I growled at them to let them know I was fine.
"Alaska can I come in we need to talk!" yelled America through my door that was a black on the outside and hot pink in the room. I stalked over to it and opened it a crack.
"Is anybody else out there?" I asked with a death glare.
"No Alaska your good," said America back. I whistled for the wolves to leave the room via the dog door I had installed to my balcony where they all sleep. I then pulled America inside the room quickly flinging him on to the floor past me and slammed the door shut locking it.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked America with a hard voice.
"Look, Alaska I'm sorry. I made that promise to you and I broke it. It wasn't very much like the Hero," sighed America picking himself up. I heard a sharp intake of air as he saw the room. He had prepared himself for a room filled of ice, not a room that was so warm you might choke on the air itself.
"America don't worry about it. What I did was rash and immature. Not to mention no doubt I would have never told him " I spoke with a harsh voice.
"Uhm...well sorry anyways. What on earth did you do to this room anyway?" asked America with a eyebrow raised.
"Well...you said I could decorate it how I want to, and this is nice..." I said with a blush that turned my whole face red.
America let out his annoying laugh that when you live with him for so long you get used to it. "Okay Alaska, whatever, let me know if you need anything," he smiled as he walked out of the room closing it with a soft click.
"One problem down. Thousands more to go!" I said with a smile as I plopped down on my bed that had my state flag.
~Meanwhile at Russia's House~
Belarus POV
"Brother Russia you should tell Ukraine what happened then marry me!" I scolded at Russia.
Russia shook his head, "Ukraine will have a huge break down." Then Russia went on and on about how crushed Ukraine will be. Me on the other hand didn't really care, so naturally I called Ukraine.
"Hey, can you come over to Russia's house for a bit we have to tell you something." I *cough* asked Ukraine through the cell phone.
"But my boss doesn't want me seeing brother Russia." cried Ukraine. She is such a cry baby.
"I get it, but this is a FAMILY issue. In other words you.. here.. now," I demanded into the phone before slamming it shut. Hopefully Ukraine will get it. I turned back to Russia who was still going on about how much Ukraine cries.
"Brother...MARRY ME! MARRY ME! MARRY ME! MARRY ME! MARRY ME! MARRY ME!" I repeated to try get Russia to lighten up a bit and maybe marry me.
"NOOOO!" screamed Russia as he sprinted to the closet and I ran after him.
~Time Skip Till Ukraine Got There~
Belarus POV Still
There was a knock on the door and I looked up from where I was clawing at the door leaving marks.
"I will get the door brother," I said in a spooky voice. As I walked to the front door to open it I picked all of the nasty wood pieces that were under my nails out. I opened the door to find my crybaby sister. "Ukraine come on in,"
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" asked Ukraine.
"Go to the living room and I'll go get Russia to explain. It would be best from him," I pointed at the room and walked back to the room Russia was cowering in. "Russia, Ukraine is here now come out and tell her about that girl." I rolled my a's as I spoke through the door and went to the living room and sat on the loveseat across from Ukraine and glared at her. Soon after a nervous Russia walked in and sat in a chair at the corner of the room trying to avoid talking. "Russia big sister wants to know why we called her.
"Um…Belarus called you and I have nothing to do with this, da?" tried Russia.
"Ukraine, ask him about his daughter," I smiled at Ukraine as shock went through her features.
"Russia! Y-you had a kid and never told me?" pouted Ukraine as her cheeks streaked with her tears.
"I just found out this morning calm down, da?!" begged Russia.
"How about we go visit her? Would you like that Ukraine?" I asked with a sly smirk dancing on my lips.
~Meanwhile at the States house~
Alaska POV
I sat in the yard playing with my wolves when I felt a shadow over me and saw him, Texas. He had on his cowboy gear and pistols in his hip straps. Now so far you might think that Alaska hates Texas, she doesn't it is kind of like an, I hate you but in a friendly way.
"Texas, what are you doing here, da?" I asked.
"I live here, and I was lookin for ya," answered Texas.
"Do you want to go to the shooting range? I have my weapons on me, da?"
"Sure, by the way did ya get busted at the G8 meeting?"
"Yep, it was okay…ish, sorry Texas."
Texas let out a sigh. "Knew you would."
"Just as a warning brother Dad is looking for you, da."
"That is why I'm armed."
Washington POV
I sat in the front lawn looking up at the sky. Great, no rain today! My state was always raining. I looked at the sky smiling, full well knowing I had a smirk that twinkled in my stormy grey eyes. I let myself doze off in the bright sun. Till some annoying person would wake me up.
"Excuse me miss, but can we speak to America, da?" said a male voice that broke through my dozing. He had the same accent as Alaska when America wasn't listening, she was always had a different accent.
"One second mister," I said wiping my eyes. I stood up to find a very tall man with a scarf, a woman in a maid's dress, sort of, and another woman who looked as though she had been crying. "Follow me." I walked over to the door but before I could open it I heard the telltale signs of somebody fighting on the other side. "Move out of the way, the door is about to come down," I said backing away from the door and off the path and saw the guests do the same. Seconds later New York and New Jersey came rolling out of the house breaking down the door with them.
"I already stopped filming it calm down!" screamed New Jersey.
"YOU STILL NEED TO DIE FOR EVEN STARTING IT!" screeched New York and almost all the states from right inside the door.
"New York. We have company alert Dad please," I asked New York as I pulled him off of his twin brother.
"NO HE STARTED JERSY SHORE HE HAS THE RIGHT TO DIE! WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD EVER DO THAT!"
"He has Alaska's accent," I said still sleepy. (Washington was up all night flying here.) Every state went quiet, they knew what it meant from the Cold War, Russia was here. Everybody besides Washington who was too tired to process anything went in Cold War mode freeze and hope for the best.
"Dudes what did I tell you about starting a fight and breaking down doors!" yelled America as he ran down the stairs to see most of his states looking out the broken down door and silent, the fight long gone.
"Daddy, Russia is here to see you," I called up at America. This was his guest he needed to get down here for them, I still need some sleep.
America POV
Russia was here. I knew what he wanted, but why was he here? It wasn't fair!
"Russia want do ya what man?" I asked simply.
"Ukraine, wanted to meet Alaska, da?" said Russia pointing.
"Oh…follow the HERO," I said awkwardly. Where was Alaska anyways? I knew she was no longer in her room, and let me tell you I never expected what was in that room. Gunshots echoed with a deafening boom through the house. Found her and the hunting states, well some of them. I looked behind me and Russia, Ukraine, and especially Belarus all on high alert from the sudden war sounds.
"She is most likely at the training area. No need to freak out on the Hero!" I laughed out at them. We walked out of the house and to the small shooting range that I have set up for the hunting states.
Belarus POV
The "training area" was more like war zone, there were the sounds of grenades going off. We crossed a large yard and came to the forest and in front of us was a miniature battle.
"Don't worry it is just paintball. They do this when they…" started America only to by assaulted by paintballs from the tree directly above them and went down after twenty of them hit him square in the back of the head.
"Oh! Sorry Dad, I was in sniper mode. You should really tell people when you step onto a battlefield!" called a voice hiding near the top of the tree with a bit of sarcasm. Whoever was in the tree hit me more than one time, this was no accident, but if it was who I thought it was then I deserved it.
"Ow! Damnit who did that, get out of the tree now!" shouted America.
"Sure, but you better catch me!" yelled the voice back. America looked at Russia and groaned. He then rolled over onto his back from his place on the ground.
"Russia can you get that, I can't? The Hero needs to stop seeing double before I move," America asked.
"Da," Russia nodded and lined himself up to catch whoever was about to fall/jump out of the tree.
"OKAY YOU CAN JUMP, BUT NOT TOWARDS ME! AIM FOR THE GUY IN THE SCARF! HE SHOULD CATCH YA!" screamed America, who was suddenly hit several times in the chest and nine children ranging from ten to nineteen surrounded him. A boy in cowboy gear put his foot on America and pulled out rope. Somebody was about to be made a prisoner and it wasn't us. America's face paled.
"Coming!" yelled the person in the tree who leaped out and softly landed in big brother's hands before jumping out quickly.
"Thank you sir for catching…" the tree jumper said before breaking off with her eyes widening and cheeks flushed. It was Alaska, but in a different outfit. Her long hair was up in a high ponytail and she wore forest camouflage with war paint. (Author's note: For Alaska's hair style think about Subaki from Soul Eater.) "Russia."
"Alaska do ya know him?" called the cowboy who had hogtied America and duct taped his mouth. The boy who looked about fifteen had a handgun angled at America's back if he moved and one of his eyebrows raised as though to question what was happening.
"Um…Texas…this is Russia…the country I was adopted from," stumbled out Alaska.
"Okay. You can go we were just about to use America as a moving target. We'll leave him in the tree until you get back, we know what he did," sneered Texas.
"One serial killer does that and you are labeled forever," cried Alaska as she pushed her arms into the arm in despair. "Follow me we can go to the sound proof room."
We silently followed Alaska through the house until we came to a simple grey door. She motioned us in and we sat at the table. Alaska was wiping the paint off of her face and when she finished she looked at us as though she never thought we would show up in a million years. Nobody had a clue what to do or say so we just stared. None broke the silence and Alaska started to clean up her rifle of the tree gunk still not stopping looking at us.
"So are you Russia's daughter?" asked Ukraine who was interested.
"Biologically, yes, but I was sold to America a while back, but I guess that is my fault because I never let anybody see me besides my indigenous people. I was good at slipping away," shrugged Alaska setting down the paintball sniper gun.
Alaska POV
The girl next to Russia and Belarus started to cry, what did I do wrong?
"I'M A HORRID AUNT I NEVER KNEW ABOUT YOU!" wailed the lady.
"Um…Aunt Belarus what is she wailing about, and who is this?" I asked.
"Ukraine, and she just does that," replied Belarus. Okay so if this was Ukraine then she must be my other Aunt.
"Oh. Thanks then Auntie. Do you guys want to play paintball, da?" I said allowing my Russian accent to finally slip.
(Thanks for reading Chapter two. I never thought that this many people would read it!)
America: Why were you so mean! Don't cut off the chapter before I get out of the tree.
Justanothertree: No, and you really can't make me. Deal with it and you earned it.
