She Who Must Not Be Named
Chapter 2- Un-answered Questions
Hello readers! I am sooo psyched that so many of you favorited this story! I am so touched I wanna cry. *Weep* JUST KIDDING! I am NOT the emotional type! Now, to spice things up a bit, instead of ME doing the disclaimer, I will *Forcefully* let China, who willingly volunteered, do it for me! You see, he is my second favorite character! And here he comes now!
*Mini panda walks into big doors and has a note stuck to its back, stoping infront of me and plopping himself onto the floor*
OKAY! WHY IS THERE A MINI PANDA WITH A VERY OBVIOUS NOTE STUCK TO ITS BACK IN MY BASEMENT WHERE I AM SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING CHINA RIGHT ABOUT NOW!
*Reads not*
Dear Chocolate,
I hope you do not mind, but a sudden event just came up and I was unable to attend, Aru. I hope you arn't throwing a fit now that you know I am not coming. I sent my panda friend to tell you so, because I know if I went, you wouldn't let me leave, Aru. From the rumors I have been hearing, you are a crazy, happy-go-lucky phsyco that drinks WAY TO MUCH ALCHAHOL. So please do not worry, maybe I can come some other day, Aru!
Sinceraly, China
... Well, this sucks. I do not own Hetalia! I only own America's sister! AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I DO NOT DRINK ALCHAHOL!
RECAPE:
She slowly turned her head towards America, who was staring at her in disaleafe, eyes wide and hands still on his ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He started to shake.
"Y... you..." America finaly said, almost hesatating, trying to find the words to say to this small girl. She slowly walked towards him, head facing the ground as if she was watching her steps, making sure not to trip. When she got to America, she laughed and said:
"I'm back, big brother!"
"W... Why are you here?" America yelled at the girl, who only smiled in reply. "You're supposd to be dead! Long gone! Dead! You were supposed to have died along with-"
"With Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister, and everybody else we held dear?" She exclaimed, still smiling directly at America. "Is that what you wanted to say to me?"
"I-" America started, but was cut of by a very confused England.
"A-America, mind introducing your friend here?" The British man asked, staring at the yound girl drenched in blood standing before America.
The girls then tilted her head over the England, frowning. "You mean he never told you about me? America! How mean!" The little girl cried, smacking America upside the head. "Thats what you get for not telling them about me!"
"OW! WHAT THE HELL WAS- OW!" America cried, as he was hit once again on the head by the girls small hand.
"Don't curse at me, young man! That is mean to say to your younger sister! And you thinking I was dead makes it even worse!" The girl pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting on America's confrence chair at the front of the table.
"Dude, you sound like my mother..." America stated, walking over the the girl and shoving her off of his chair and sat down, one leg crossed over the other.
"You mean our mother, you big jerk!" The girl screamed from the floor, hopping up in her spot and punching America on the shoulder. "Is that any way to adress the dead?" The girl yelled, punching America even harder and faster, yet he didn't even flinch at each blow she took to his hanging arm.
"Well guys, this here is my annoying-"
"Hey you bastard! I am not annoying!"
"Would you shut up and let me finish! This is my younger sister Rylee."
"KAKO, DAMMIT!"
"Make that Kako." America said, making sound as if he would have rather been any where else but there at that moment. "So, any questions?"
"Ummm... I think we all have many questins concerning this young girl standing before you." France stated, staring at the girl's eyes covered in bandages. "I say we go arond the room so that this doesn't turn into complete caose, because everybody here is wondering who the hell this girl is." France stated. "I'll go first. I was wondering why there are badages covering her face."
America looked up at the girl standing by his side, looking expectantly at her.
"What?" She asked.
"I was wondering the same thing." America stated, staring at the bandages draped over her eyes. Everybody else in the room did the same thing.
"You don't remember, Alfred? That day." The girl said quietly, looking down at her bare feet.
"Oh, yeah..." America sighed, leaning back into his chair, looking up at the cieling with emotionless eyes.
"Umm... that doesn't answer my question." France hesatently asked, as if he was butting his head into something that he shouldn't have. "And what does the girl mean by, 'That day'?"
Everybody in the room nodded ther head in agreement to France's question, wanting to know more about this girl, and all the other secrets America has been hiding from them.
"We would also like to know what she meant when she said, and I quote, 'Like Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister, and everybody else we held dear'? Who is she talking about? And why on earth is she covered in so much blood?" Germany said, obviously not trusting the girl or America at this point.
"Those questions we cannot answer. You will need to find out on your own. that is, if you care so badly. Me and Alfred have been through hell and back. We have seen things so horrifying it still haunts us to this day. Well, it still haunts me at least. I have no idea about brother." Kako replied, smiling still. "Do they, Alfred?"
"Do they what?" America replied, tilting his head towards his sister with questioning eyes.
"Do the memories still haunt you? At least one of them must, we have been through allot when we were children."
"Yes, one memory does." America sighed, getting up from his chair and offering it to Kako, who took it without saying a word.
"Is it THAT one?" She said, pausing to twirl around in the chair untill she grabbed onto the table to stop the spinning. "The one that concerns Alice?"
"Yes, it is THAT one." America said, walking towards the door out of the confrence room. "Well, I'll be leaving now. See you guys later." America explained. He was about to clasp the door knob when he heard sirens go of only a few blocks away. The noise was getting closer and closer as America's eyes widened in shock.
"Uh oh..." Kako murmured, walking towards the window and looking down at the streets of New York, as if she could see everything going on. "They're coming..."
"Rylee..." America muttered, turning to face Kako.
"It's Kako..." Kako sighed, annoyed he still couldn't get the name right.
"What did you do this time..."
"You REALLY don't wanna know..."
"Dammit Rylee, you're hopeless." America sighed.
"What can I say? Our past has scarred me. It made my face reality. And you wanna know what reality is, Alfred?" The girl teased.
"What is it, Rylee..." America asked.
"Survival to the fittest."