Author's Note: I have one thing to say. "I-I'm Canada" (Oh and I still don't own hetalia)
The blonde man stared at her, but soon returned to stroking her hair
"Really? My Canada's a guy, I guess everything's reversed in your world" he smiled kindly
"Yeah, that's what Alice says too. My real name is Madeline Williams by the way…"
"Heh. I'm Alfred F. Jones, or America" at this another wave of tears broke free, causing Madeline to shake harder "Hey, what's wrong?" Alfred asked worriedly
"I-it's j-just your s-so much l-like A-Amelia"
"Amelia's the U.S., right?"
"I-I DON'T KNO W-WHERE S-SHE I-IS!" the Canadian woman wailed
"Ssshhh, it's okay, until we find her, I'll be your big brother, okay? My little brother Matthew is gone too, so we can look for them together" he soothed, massaging circles into the other nation's back
"O-okay…."
"Sorry to interrupt your sibling moment, but I have some information." Both the countries looked up expectantly to see England in the door way "We're in the land of Orenoth, here there is a mix of your nations, and our nations. So some are the opposite gender of the one you're used to. We're also all human, which means we can die. In Orenoth there are four large kingdoms, East Evenovv, West Evenovv, Astlia, Sadavia. We're currently in West Evenovv, you're a Nobleman, she's your sister, and I'm your cousin. Got it?"
"I think so…." The American stated
"Yeah, I-I believe so..." The Canadian sniffled, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her red and white dress
"Wait, so, do I have any real responsibilities?" Alfred inquired looking Alice
"No, you were just born into a rich family."
"SWEET! LET'S GO LOOK FOR OTHER COUNTRIES!" The man in the room howled, hurrying over to the door. Madeline, who had been leaning on Alfred the entire time, fell over at the sudden movement.
"Calm down you wanker!" Alice yelled after him
"Oh, yeah, what's your name again?!" Alfred questioned, turned to Alice
"Alice Kirkland. Representative of England." She huffed stubbornly. Alfred thought for a minute
"Okay, Alfred, America, Madeline, Canada, Alice, England. GOT IT!" At this he zoomed out the door and downstairs
"A-Aah! Holy Maple! Wait up Alfie!" Madeline complained, running out after him. Alice however, silently closed the door, and speed walked down the stairs. Like a lady (insert tea and top hat here).
"Alfred?!" Alfred's head snapped around, searching for the source of the familiar voice. He was standing outside his house, talking with Alice and Madeline "Ohonhon! Alfred! Bonjour!" A blonde man with wavy hair back in a low ponytail ran over waving
"Oh, hey dude!" Alfred waved, turning away from Alice "These are Alice and Madeline" both women did some motion as Alfred said their name "Or England and Canada" as the young man said 'Canada' the purple eyed girl was enveloped in a hug, at first Madeline had confusion coursing through her, but the man seemed familiar, so she hugged back, nestling her head in his chest.
Wine, wine and cheese are what he smelled like; no, fresh bread as well. All nostalgic scents to Madeline.
"You look just like him…" Francis said, stepping away and brushing a piece of hair out of the young woman's face. "I'm Francis, or big brother France…" no wonder he reminded of her childhood, he was! Well, in a way… He technically was Matthew's childhood.
The French man then took Alice's hand, and placed a soft kiss on the knuckles, then looked up, smirking
"Angleterre"
"Frog." The woman spat, turning away
"Anyways!" Alfred interjected, successfully avoiding a feud between the two "What's up with you Francis?" he trusted the wall with his full body weight, a wall that existed strictly in his mind. "AHAAWAAHAWWAA" the American nearly toppled over, but escaped the situation with his American grace (he is beauty, he is grace, he is Mr. United States). Aka, waving his arms frantically and grabbing Alice's shoulder and Madeline's arm.
"Well, apparently I work at a really high quality bakery, but I haven't found Gil or Tonio yet…" the Frenchman let a small sigh escape his lips. Instinctively, the man reached for the nearest hair possible -which unlucky for him belonged to Alice- and started absentmindedly braiding the new material he had been presented with.
"GET YOUR SLIMY HANDS OFF ME FROG!"
"Oww!" Francis rubbed his hands, which were now aching because of the generous slap they had earned themselves "Angleterre! I was stress braiding! Wait, does my female version not do that?" he looked surprised
"No, apparently she's not as much of an idiot as you are!" the French nation received a burning glare from the English woman. Immediately he threw his hands up to his heart
"Why mon chere! You wound me!" now one of his hands sat on his forehead, faking woe. Alice was about to shout at him when a fast beat met their ears, enticing the group of four towards a small gathering of citizens in the street.
In the middle of the crowd danced a girl. She swayed her hips, executing perfect spins and cartwheels. Long, dark brown hair following behind her as she moved her feet feverishly, not once stopping for a breath.
Soon the woman ended the show with a perfect round off. Many onlookers whistled, throwing coins into a hat she kept in front of her. The woman smiled and bowed, graciously accepting the golden coins that shined with hope.
Slowly, her audience dispersed, going back to their shops or families. An irritated expression invaded her face, and she kneeled down to collect her earnings. She dropped a coin, but a tan hand scraped it up first
"Ah, senorita, I believe this is yours?" he flicked the coin through the air, causing the golden circle to flip and land in the hat.
"Whatever idiota." The woman scowled and snatched the hat even closer to her
"Lovino" the word accidentally escaped his mouth, the resemblance proving too much. The Italian chucked a glare at him.
"Lovina. Lovina Vargas you idiot."
B&V&YBUINJNYFG^&YUJ! TIME TO GET MY SPAMANO ON!