Fair warning; as this story goes on it will get more graphic and the element of Horror will start to kick in
You know the usual- I don't own Hetalia, nor do I claim to… D:
Location: Beijing, China
Time: 9:10
Date: 2nd October 2011
Hong Kong awoke the next morning to find himself lying with his head in his older brother's lap; last he remembered he'd just walked into China's house. He really couldn't make out who it was; but it had to be one of his brothers because Vietnam normally really didn't want anything to do with him on a daily basis and Taiwan, well, she normally stayed away from him and China. And it probably wasn't Japan so that left three people, the teen squinted; his eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet. Wait. He smelled Kimchi. No. Oh please no. Hong Kong quickly shut his eyes hoping that he didn't catch his older, somewhat annoying, brother's attention. He almost succeeded in falling back asleep again until aforementioned annoying older brother began to poke him relentlessly. "I saw that, da-ze!" Korea pestered making Hong Kong die a little on the inside.
The young Asian male slowly let himself awake to the sounds of talking not to far off, and by the sound of it the talking was the good talking as in there was no yelling or screaming, just quiet murmuring that was carried to the lounge area from the room across the hall. That being said the smell of food came from the area where the talking was and being the good teen that Hong Kong was he followed his nose to the kitchen to where he found China and Vietnam. The Vietnamese woman was having her ear talked off by Taiwan who was enthusiastically sitting next to her at the dinning table, Hong Kong only knew it was China cooking in the kitchen by the fact that he only saw him move by the doorway to the alley kitchen a few times only to have his attention pulled away by Thailand whom he had not noticed was also sitting by Taiwan and discussing happily with Vietnam the strange topic that the young adolescent had heard from the other room. Light poured from an overhead lamp as the fan blades spun slowly offering a nice breeze to the room. A potted bamboo plant was situated in the corner to the right of the doorway that lead into the actual kitchen area where China was currently dwelling. "Hong do you know what today's date is?" inquired Taiwan almost as if to drive a point home, and that was something that the brunette had no interest in. He stared back at her blankly gazing almost though her.
"October second." He answered flatly not wanting to look stupid by not knowing the date so he read the oh so conveniently placed calendar on the wall behind Taiwan. Something should be known about his older sisters, they, and by they that means the both of them, had a very sharp temper that could change even his facial expression should you not answer them correctly, they were a force to be reckoned with. Even Korea didn't try to be perverted around them in public for fear of what horrors they could do to him. That was saying a lot seeing as the only time Korea was even remotely perverted was in public- go figure. Hong Kong didn't quite get his family nor did he really care to. He actually almost missed Mei's second question.
" What happens on the second of October?" She tried casting an inconspicuous glance at Vietnam who was trying, and failing to strike pleasant conversation with Japan who was just coming back from a phone call he had to take dealing with his boss. The room suddenly went quite and all eyes ranging from dark mahogany to light amber were trained on him. Silently groaning the young male chose his older sister's side as soon as he caught on whishing to not have to feel the wrath of England's cooking again for at least another millennia. His inner thoughts were a whorl wind of possible outcomes for this situation, and none of them were good.
"…Today's Vietnam's birthday." He managed, his throat feeling a little dry, but not dry enough to let the others notice his uncomfortable situation.
"So I heard." Vietnam said with a soft smile, she'd been doing that a lot recently now since Thailand had taught her. Hong Kong mentally sighed. At least he didn't get hit in the head with his older sister's rice paddle. 'Looks like it's been nine days since the last rice paddle injury.' The Cantonese teen thought to him self somewhat smugly.
"Exactly," Replied Taiwan, "And when it's someone's birthday you get them a present! Which is what I'm going to do right now!" The Taiwanese woman then grabbed a Hong Kong that stood in the doorway a blank look on his face. Taiwan then marched across the room and pulled a struggling Korea along by the back of his hanbok. The other teenager had been begging for food down by the kitchen where China was and he was thoroughly infuriating the other, much older country.
The young woman was out the door and half way down the hall before her family realized what had just transpired. "Did you see that, ana?" Asked a very confused Thailand.
"Yeah…" Vietnam replied distantly while Japan was currently questioning the sanity of staying with his family at that moment. China had heard the commotion and walked into the room, wok in hand.
"Did Taiwan just-"
"Yea, ana~" Thailand replied still in somewhat of a daze as he stared blankly at the doorway glasses propped at the tip of his nose.
"And she took-" China was then cut off again by Vietnam.
"Yeah, she did." The Vietnamese woman replied sheepishly.
"Oh, aru." China replied choosing his words carefully so he could finally get in a sentience. The family then sat down to a would be 'normal breakfast.' That was until China spoke up. "So Vietnam I hear today's your birthday, aru." And that day there was an injury involving a rice paddle and an exasperated Japan.
Vietnam then glanced at the doorway, a small smirk on her face. She felt bad for the boys seeing as China was the one cooking and his food was amazing. It was a pity that they had left before they could have eaten any of it. And they probably wouldn't be getting any left overs seeing as Vietnam was there. Oh yes Vietnam felt terrible, so she made the resolve to enjoy China's cooking for them instead.
Location-Open-air Market, Beijing, China
Time: 11:45
Date: 2 October 2011
Taiwan skipped down the open-air market as her brothers followed at a more subdued pace. They were 'weak with hunger, da-ze.' As Korea had told her as she dragged them down to the market that she had seen being set up a little ways down in the market area, place, thing that was rather large in and of it self.
Korea and Hong Kong had managed to fall behind the young woman as they attempted to scout for any unsuspecting food stands. Why, you ask. Well they had left China's apartment before they could get ahold of any of their older brother's cooking. That and if they didn't eat they'd die- Thailand said so.
They had actually almost made it to one of the food stands when it happened. Korea blew their cover. The Korean had seen an American tourist and had- before he could stop himself- said something perverted to the American. As you can imagine this caused quite the scene, it was so bad that Hong Kong had to leave the food stand that he was so close to 'inspecting for medical purposes' to save his brother's hide. The Cantonese teenager had to walk back across the street navigating expertly in the controlled chaos. The other, much older country was currently being strangled by a very insulted American who, quite frankly deserved to have had something said to her.
By this time Taiwan had noticed that her brother's weren't behind her at all. Now the Taiwanese woman had, over the years, developed a very keen sense of hearing. And this keen sense of hearing didn't take days off. She was easily able to pinpoint the sound of Korea being choked and the woman turned around to find that indeed her brothers weren't behind her. Should I mention that she also had a very good sense of sight as well? Well Taiwan did. As a matter-of-fact she was able to spot her brothers causing a ruckus in the middle of one of the walkways about a quarter of a block down the road. It also helped with the fact that they had already started to gather quite the crowd. The young woman sighed as she stalked down toward her brothers' who- meaning Hong Kong- had apologized to the woman. 'Man did she look like a slut! This one actually deserved it!' Taiwan thought to her self as she walked threateningly over to the two other males who were attempting to dismiss the crowd of foreigners.
Now to any normal passer-byer Taiwan wouldn't look the least bit threatening. After all she was wearing pink and well, pink just isn't a very threatening color. However the reaction from her two brothers was immediate. Korea suddenly got a look on his face that was somewhere between a 'oh no' and 'Hong Kong, help! She's gonna kill me da-ze!' But it seemed that Korea wasn't going to go with the looks that he was currently expressing on his face. Oh no he decided that he would through his brother under the bus. "It was Hong Kong's fault, he did it, da-ze!" Korea cried defensively whilst pointing at his little brother who had regained interest in the little shop that he had almost gotten the chance to 'investigate' earlier before he had to save Korea from being strangled. But that didn't work now did it? They were both in hot water with their older sister, and that was worse!
"I don't care who said what!" Taiwan harshly whispered irately. "You are here to help me pick out a gift for Vietnam whither you like it or not so deal with it!" She tacked on to her former statement looking from side to side hoping to not attract any more attention from anyone else. Taiwan sighed and pulled her brothers away from the food stands and into the inside of one of the buildings that was used for the market. It was an old warehouse but it served its purpose. It kept her brothers from getting distracted from the task at hand.
Location- Open-Air Market, Beijing, China
Time-14: 45
Date: 2 October 2011
After Taiwan had dragged her brothers to the inside of the market the woman had made them busy looking through all of the stalls on the inside version of the organized chaos that was currently taking place outside in the square that lay in front of the building. The lighting glared harshly down at the three teens as they made their way down the rows of stalls their shoes making soft tapping noises on the polished concrete. The two boys had finally forgotten their hunger and their so-called impending doom was 'forgotten' by Taiwan who ushered them on making sure that she didn't loose sight of them again. Her brothers were finally helping her in getting a present for their older sister- about time too.
Korea groaned as he protested his hunger to his sister. While yes she was his sister and he shouldn't be intimidated by her the young woman had recently been taking pages out of Vietnam's book. That was enough to warrant her as being scary. Though it seemed that they'd never get out of the area seeing as they would be forever doomed to their sister's fatal flaw- indecision.
_Hetalia_
Korea glared at Hong Kong as they had finally found a stall where the young woman had finally been satisfied. After three more hours of searching! Hong Kong had managed to find her a painting on a scroll of a pink lotus flower- the national flower of Vietnam. The young Korean male watched jealously as his younger brother showed their sister the painting, but Korea smirked when he saw the desperation in his brother's darker brown eyes.
Korea had then managed to conspicuously heard Taiwan over to the cashier, an older man who offered a warm smile to them. They checked out and as they were walking out of the stall Taiwan batted Korea's shoulder rolling her eyes and smirking at his antics. The Korean in turn gave a wide smile. For the first time in a long time the three enjoyed time to themselves, not once worrying about political and financial standings or systems of belief, they were just three teens having an enjoyable time at the market, reveling in each others' company.
That was all fine and dandy until Korea and Hong Kong remembered that they were hungry and needed food before they died. So they asked 'Mei' for some Yuan to buy a snack or something. That got them both in a boatload of trouble. Namely Korea who had been seeking attention all afternoon, especially seeing as he had been the one to ask the question that had gotten the reaction from Taiwan.
In the end though, Taiwan was a good sister and had given them the Yuan for a snack. But her idea of a snack wasn't much of a snack at all. It would be able to tide them over until they got back to China's house… maybe.
Location- Beijing, China
Time: 17:24
Date: 2 October 2011
Korea was the first to make it to the apartment in a blur of blue and white as he rushed into the kitchen followed by Hong Kong and Taiwan at a slower pace, especially Hong Kong so he didn't let anyone know how hungry he really was. The snack that should have tided him over until they got back to China's house didn't last for very long seeing as they had stayed at the market for longer then they had suspected. And they had run out of Yuan. Pretty much they had gone without food for the entire day and they were hungry.
Korea got to the fridge and flung the small door open with an expectant look on his face to realize- where were the leftovers? There had to be left overs. A look of horror passed over the Korean's face as Seoul took on a depressed expression. The chestnut haired teen looked frantically through the fridge pushing back the duck to find nothing but what was going to be dinner in the mini fridge. Taiwan took the havoc that Korea was wreaking to use as her cover to slip down the hallway into one of the rooms to hide her present until it was time to give it to her older sister.
_Hetalia_
Hong Kong had walked into the lounge area to see China sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands, an ice pack by his eldest brother's side. The mental 'Days Since a Rice Paddle Incident' now read zero in Hong Kong's mind. Hong Kong really didn't care about his brother's probably splitting head ache- as bad as that sounded- the young Cantonese teen cared more about his stomach. He had made it as far as to the alley kitchen, shouldering his way past Korea who was wailing about there being no leftovers. Wait. No leftovers? There were always leftovers whenever China cooked! It was a fact of life!
Hong Kong managed to get into the refrigerator to see that indeed there were no leftovers to be spoken of. 'Well I could always eat the duck- no I couldn't I don't want to make a trip to the emergency room with food poisoning, and besides I'm not that desperate…Now Korea on the other hand…' Hong Kong's train of thought trailed off as he gazed up over the fridge as he watched his brother complain about the lack of food in the apartment.
_Hetalia_
Korea was waving his arms around, wailing about there not being any food to eat. O.K. maybe he'd stop, he was losing the feeling in his arms from all the blood rushing there from Centripetal force. "Korea, aru! Shut up and I'll start making dinner!" China exclaimed exasperatedly, his head pounding with the force of his migraine.
And for once in what seemed to be decades the young Korean in the room was completely silent. The current occupants of the household, who had migrated from the lounge area to the dinning room some time between all of this, let out a collective sigh as they all joined in on the silence of the young country thoroughly pleased with the turn of events. China then proceeded to start cooking dinner.
It was a tradition of their family to choose one person to cook for them when, on the rare occasion, they got together. It kept a little bit of order in their lives seeing that Japan and Korea's relationship was still a little rocky and China, Japan, and Taiwan disagreed on things from time to time, but, they were still a family. So they had come up with the plan and it just so happened to be China's turn that time they met.
The older country walked into the kitchen to find Hong Kong standing by the stove, a very dangerous place for the teen to be given his love of fireworks. China groaned and ushered his youngest brother out of the kitchen mumbling that it was to small for the both of them and one of them had to leave. Seeing as it was China who was cooking it had to be Hong Kong. Though that didn't stop Korea and Thailand from hovering relentlessly grating on the older country's nerves. "I said 'out', aru!" China scolded the young adults as they tried to pick off of what was going to be for dinner. The Chinese man had no other choice but to threaten them with his wok. That was saying a lot because, well, this is China we're talking about here. He wouldn't threaten to hurt his precious wok without good reason, but hey it did the trick and China was able to finally cook in peace.
Location- Beijing, China
Time: 20:08
Date: 2 October 2011
Korea was lounging in the lounging room after he had eaten practically everything that had ben put in front of him during dinner that evening. The Korean had started to doze when China walked up having left the comfortable conversation in the other room. Taiwan and Hong Kong had left the Korean a while ago. Taiwan was probably wrapping the present, or at least getting it ready. While Hong Kong was probably sleeping somewhere. But China didn't care about any of this information. What he did know, however, was that he had a long day dealing with Korea and Taiwan's antics, and the piercing headache that Vietnam had given to him with her rice paddle. China was not going to let Korea sprawl around in his favorite spot. He roughly pushed the younger teen's legs away from his spot. The young man had been dozing at the time so the sudden movement had startled him from his slumber.
"Korea! If you're going to sleep, sleep in a room not on my sofa, aru!" China scolded. Korea just stared at his older brother a lump pressed against his throat as the muscles in his chest contracted and his heart twisted in a painful jerking motion. To put it shortly the younger country didn't like getting yelled at, especially by China. The older nation was able to sense his younger brother's discomfort. China sighed as he sat down. "Fine, you…can…stay…aru."
The younger Korean smiled meekly and settled down in the crook of the arm of the couch a dozy look once again appearing on his face as he enjoyed his eldest brother's calming presence. "Korea, aru?" China asked softly getting the other's attention, the question making the burnet raise his head at the mention of his name. A faint 'hmm?' came from the younger male a signal to China that he had heard him. "Who said that you could lounge around on my sofa, aru?"
"Thailand, why, da-ze?" Korea answered slowly.
"THAILAND, ARU!" China screeched at the top of his lungs causing Korea to nearly fall of the couch clutching at the sides of his head whimpering something about China's voice being to shrill and it hurting his ears. Though not two heartbeats after China's little outburst that Thailand sheepishly walked into the room with Vietnam and Japan hot on his heals in an interest to what would happen to their brother now that he had insinuated the wrath of the elder Chinese man.
_Hetalia_
Hong Kong fell out of his bed that he had been sleeping in when China had screeched in a few octaves to high. The sheets were tangled around his legs as he struggled to stand. The adolescent tugged carelessly at the sheets a slight frown on his countenance. Who invented sheets anyway? They could mess up even Switzerland's aim with a gun! And that was saying a lot. N-Not that Switzerland slept with a gun… or that Hong Kong knew that the nation slept with a gun… Okay, he'd stop now. Hong Kong had finally managed to untangle himself from the treacherous sheets when he noticed Taiwan stride past his door.
Curiosity getting the best of the young teen he slowly walked out of his room and caught up with his sister. "Taiwan?" He asked in an attempt to get the young woman's attention. She whipped around nearly catching her younger brother in the face with her hair had he not quickly jerked his head back. That didn't stop a few strands from brushing his face though. His sister had a small look of surprise on her face as she looked at her younger brother. Hong Kong noted with a slight amount of horror that she had the package in hand, that meant- and before Hong Kong could even think of what was going to happen next his sister gently took his wrist in her other hand and guided (more like dragged) him out to the lounge area.
The sight that they were met with was…interesting… to say in the least. China was comically trying to strangle a Thailand on the floor- his lips were actually turning a little blue- while a probably partially deaf Korea sat on the couch in between Japan and Vietnam. Surprisingly the young nation wasn't fighting with Japan, though he did favor the side Vietnam was on more. "Taiwan…aru." China said in mild shock looking down at the young woman's twin he was currently strangling. China sheepishly got up, wincing slightly as his joints protested against his fast movements.
The young woman in question just rolled her eyes at her eldest brother's sheepishness. I mean sure that was her twin but Thailand was… well…Thailand. He really didn't warrant much concern when he got into trouble with China, it was his job- like all younger siblings- to pester the elder siblings, it was what made the world go 'round.
Taiwan walked into the room pulling Hong Kong behind her. Korea saw his sister and he automatically stood up and walked over to her. Together the three turned to Vietnam who was gazing back up at them with warm honey brown eyes. "Here," Taiwan said softly giving the package to her elder sister. "Hong Kong and Korea got this for you." She added on as the older woman unfurled the scroll the fabric making a soft 'reeee' sound as the drawing was reviled. Hong Kong and Korea both glared at Taiwan for her treachery. It was a well-known fact that the two of them weren't as close to Vietnam as Thailand or Taiwan. For Korea it was the fear of saying something stupid and getting a rice paddle to the face. While Hong Kong also didn't want a rice paddle to the face he just didn't talk to his older sister much. So it seemed that Taiwan hadn't forgiven them for the unwanted attention in the market so she was putting the two boys under the same unwanted attention. 'She is so evil, da-ze' Korea glared at his older sister.
Korea noticed that Hong Kong was also somewhat glaring at their sister, though he was a little more…subtle… about it. Korea smirked, until he realized that he was in the same boat as his little brother. They both stopped glaring at the young woman that stood in front of them when Vietnam stood.
The older woman brushed out the wrinkles in her clothes as she rolled up the scroll. Taiwan moved out of her sister's way thoroughly exposing her younger brothers to a rice paddle attack. Where did Vietnam even keep that thing? The two males' eyes widened slightly at the loss of the protective barrier known as Taiwan. "Well…I have to go… talk to my boss- y-yea, da-ze!" Korea tried to nervously excuse himself while Hong Kong was just standing there almost as if wishing him self to be like Canada and be invisible. However Korea only managed to make as if he was going to turn around when he felt Vietnam grab his wrist. So Korea did the only thing that a person in his situation would do. He yelped. He kind of sounded like a kicked puppy too.
However Vietnam did the unexpected. She pulled the struggling Korean teen into a warm sisterly hug. It was a concept that Korea wasn't used to. Especially considering his sister. Korea stopped struggling almost immediately, his face slowly flushing as he felt Vietnam wrap her arm around his back, her fingers running through his hair. The younger nation slowly and very awkwardly wrapped his arms around his sister still half expecting the rice paddle.
Almost as soon as Vietnam had hugged her younger brother she let go of him the words 'thank you' practically written in on her expression. That alone made the Korean blush even more than he already was. He just numbly stared off into space as his oldest sister turned on Hong Kong.
Vietnam just barely touched the Cantonese teen and already he was looking away meekly. Vietnam smirked at her little brothers and their antics. She really did love them, but they always avoided her. It was like they thought that she'd beat them up with her rice paddle or something crazy like that. Still the Vietnamese woman pulled the younger teen into a grateful hug, running her fingers through his choppy hair much in the fashion of a mother. She knew Hong Kong was feeling uncomfortable with the hug but knew that he liked attention almost as much as Korea. She pulled away from the younger male to find that he was blushing slightly. Vietnam could have sworn that she heard Taiwan sniggering in the background. So she had put the two boys up to this, they must have done something pretty bad then. 'Most likely getting a taste of their own medicine- though I figure it was Korea who instigated this whole thing, my siblings are so weird.' Vietnam thought to herself bemused at the actions of her younger siblings. She could always count on them to stir life up a little.
_Hetalia_
Taiwan smirked slightly as she watched her brothers' discomfort as Vietnam hugged them. It was a sight to behold to say the least. She had never seen them so- what was the word? Ah-ha OOC. Taiwan had picked up the word when she had read a Fanfiction. But seeing her brothers realization that Vietnam wasn't the cold blooded riced paddle head ache giver that her twin had made her out to be was quite interesting. The young Taiwanese woman gazed out of China's apartment window from her seat on the sofa, a soft smile gracing her features as she looked out on the smog covered city.
'I wish that this could last forever.'
Location- World Summit- New York, NY, U.S.A
Time: 17:10
Date: 14 July 2012
The nations fled the Conference room as quickly as possible, hopping to get out of the accursed area as soon as it was achievable. Lichtenstein watched as her brother slung his assault rifle onto his back and positioned his revolver in its holster at his hip as the congested meeting room dissipated. He marshaled up is paper work as neatly as possible, having not been able to sleep due to the amount of said paperwork his boss threw upon him was mentally and emotionally dragging the adolescent into the dirt. Well, that and having meetings every day for the past three weeks wasn't helping… as well as his bad habit of skipping a meal to get work done and 'save money' which wasn't really worth it if his heath was at risk, Swissy really has some problems doesn't he? Lilli shook her head and sighed quietly shadowing her brother out of the conference room, down the hall, to the parking lot (for they were on the first floor) and to their parked car. There were few other cars their for most of the nations had already departed to their hotel rooms to get some much needed sleep and even more importantly, food. "Well?" Her brother's voice startled her out of her thoughts, his normal green eyes were clouded over and his silky looking molten gold hair was an abnormally dull variant of the normally bright hue. Lilli nodded and got in the passenger seat noting Vash wasn't saying anything about how the front seat was too dangerous for her. It was all very un-Vash like something that Lilli read as being a bad omen. I mean sure her big brother was a more prominent nation, but so was big brother Germany and he didn't look nearly as bad, but then again, Germany had Prussia to drill into his head the importance of personal health.
It was a thirty-five-minuet drive to the Hotel a notable place with red carpets and neutral paint crown molding highlighting the ceiling and dark stained wood furniture decorating the lobby. At the marble receptionist's desk a Frenchwoman dressed in the hotel's uniform greeted them, "Bonjour Monsieur et Mademoiselle, comment vous désirez?" Lilli blinked finding it a little odd that the woman was speaking in French in a part of America that didn't speak French, however, it was entirely possible that the woman could have immigrated here from a French speaking nation so the small country shrugged it off. The young girl also noted that the other woman was wearing the manager's badge, Lilli figured that the woman must have been in the country long enough to get that far but one still sometimes slipped back into their native tongue. The young nation was speaking from experience. She would talk to her family (family meaning, Switzerland, Germany, and on the rare occasion, Austria) in German but would then talk to someone like Miss. Belgium and slip into her native language and the poor woman would loose her after she went into more advanced topics and ideas, with the articles and the verb conjugation. The young woman was shaken from her thoughts when Switzerland spoke up, his Swiss German accent caring through to his French.
"La clé pour 266 numéro de chambre, s'il vous plaît." The Swiss adolescent replied automatically not really processing what he was saying at all. He was handed a key and walked away with his duffle bag, concealing his gun close to him from within the military issued material. They walked to their room up the stairs- it was only the second floor- and 'placed' their stuff down.
"Big brother do you wan-" Liechtenstein looked over to see him sprawled out onto the couch, his right leg limply hanging over the side of the dark russet suede that had a bright contrast to his golden hair, it was an even greater contrast to the white walls of their little apartment, sighing she walked over to the closet and reached on her tip toes to the top shelf and pulled down a fluffy beige and red blanket to place over her brother 'big brother shouldn't push himself so hard' she thought, by now it was almost completely dark and the night was pretty cool. Lilli straightened only to bend down again and shyly give her big brother a small kiss on the forehead, she pulled back frowning, his face was really red- well more so than the small country thought it should've been… Lilli thought that he might have a fever but was puzzled when she put her hand to his forehead and he wasn't hot… was he…? "No," She murmured to herself. It wasn't like the Swiss country to blush especially around her. She sighed and went to make dinner with a few of the household ingredients that she had picked up on their way to the hotel. It was a very modest sandwich that had ham and cheese enveloped in a bead of tawny whole wheat bread. It was a very good sandwich that had come to rest happily in the girl's stomach.
She would have made herself a Ruben but was too tired from the jet lag and all of the meetings to use the stove and she didn't want to fall asleep accidentally and cause a fire. She put her pointer finger to her lips gazing at the ingredients that were spread carelessly across the tile counter top. She looked over her shoulder though the bar area that looked out onto the living room to her brother snoozing on the couch. "I should make one for big brother…" She murmured, "I hope he likes it." The female nation then proceeded to 'whip up'-as America would say- another sandwich for her beloved brother.
Lilli fumbled through the warm cherry cabinets looking for another smaller plate. "Ah ha!" She exclaimed softly holding said plate triumphantly in both hands the light shining off of the smooth china surface that had tiny little flowers doted it. All in all the plate was just the right size to put a sandwich on. The fully completed sandwich moved from the clean counter top from where she had prepared it to the awaiting plate and into the fridge it went!
'What to do, what to do?' Lichtenstein thought to her self. Well, she could call Hungary, or Belgium, or Ukraine- no. She knew just what she wanted to do after a long day of meetings- a bath! She smiled innocently to herself and strode gracefully into the den stooped down to pick up her suitcase and pulled it into her room. She placed the luggage heavily on her bed and rummaged through the warm pink colored bag to find her toiletries and her nightgown. Turning on her heel on the soft, shaggy ivory carpet she made her way down to the bath.
Location-Westchester County, NY, U.S.A.
Time: 20:44
Date: 14 July 2012
Lilli yawned as she walked out of the bathroom, toweling her hair dry. She was clad in her pinkish nightgown sort of like the one that she had made her brother so long ago. She padded over to the living room her bare feet making no sound on the spotless carpet of the hotel room. Glancing over at the sofa she saw her older brother had moved so the blanket was tangled around his legs a peaceful expression on his face as he explored the world of dreams, oblivious to his surroundings snoring slightly blowing a strand of blonde hair into the air in time with his breathing.
The smaller nation toweled her hair a little more leaving it thoroughly matted, the wet blonde strands sticking together in a rat's nest. The girl made her way to her bedroom to brush the knots out, nearly running into the wall as the bath had made her muscles weak and her eyes heavy with the promise of sleep. The Liechtenstein girl pushed her door open and walked to her suitcase that she had left open on her bed. Shivering she completely bypassed said case as she made a B-line for the oddly open window- that hadn't been open earlier…had it? She thought so as the room had been a bit stuffy and she wanted to open the window in hopes that she could get a least a little fresh air into the humble apartment without opening all the windows. She went to her desk in the far left of the room that had a mirror on it, brush in hand and began to brush out her hair.
Lilli had finished brushing her hair quite a while ago and had almost dozed off when she heard her door slowly click open. She turned around, small smile on her face looking for her big brother but instead she screamed.
Location-Westchester County, NY, U.S.A.
Time: 20:45
Date: 14 July 2012
A high-pitched screech is what startled Switzerland awake, eyes wide as his mind registered the scream, sitting there in his position on the couch stupidly only to be brought back into the moment when he heard the sound of a crash, followed by another one soon after accompanied by the splintering of wood and rev of an engine. It had all happened so fast that the Swiss, on his first attempt to stand had tripped, tangled in his own blanket, groping desperately for a hand gun or his rifle, something, anything! He tore at the blankets blinding his legs together in a vice grip, as if teasing him and his powerlessness at the situation. When he had finally grabbed his rifle after nearly tripping twice in the hall and body slamming against the door from his momentum he managed to get into Liechtenstein's room panting heavily, green eyes alight with fear, hair mused, and face pale; he looked like he'd seen a ghost and been scared half to death. The nation stumbled backwards clutching his heart, which thrashed painfully against his ribs. He wheezed as he stumbled to her bed, shards of a lamp strewn across the spread, glistening sickly with the essence of the crescent moon. A sudden pain appeared and the Swiss adolescent fell forward as a fist came into contact with his temple in an attempt to render him unconscious. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as he fell on the bed in an awkward position- half on the bed half off, green eyes dilating as a blur jumped out the window that had been opened sometime between Lichtenstein's assumed capture and his ordeal. His eyes slid shut and he finally slipped out of consciousness all of the events happening within a second. If one looked hard enough they could see a faint trail making its way across the bridge of the nation's nose. Had you confronted him he would have denied it and brushed it off as a bead of sweat.
Silence seemed to entomb the room in a faux feeling of peacefulness the only tell tale signs of there ever being a tragic incident all but erased the only totems were a single tear and a few specks of dry blood on a shard of glass.
This was only the beginning.
Location- Westchester County, NY, U.S.A
Time: 20:00
Date: 14 July 2012
Denmark flopped down on his bed in the hotel room that he and his family was currently staying at. The Dane had nothing better to do besides paper work so he stretched an arm out in an attempt to reach the bedside table were the remote control was resting to switch on the television. He grumbled to himself when he found that it was near impossible to reach the remote from where he was currently sprawling. He let his arm flop down onto the bed to lazy to try and get up to get the remote- or worse yet- turn on the TV manually, the horror!
But our favorite Dane was determined to not have to resort to such drastic measures. Summoning what energy he needed to grab the pesky little remote from its place on the table the Danish man lunged at it. He would later swear that it was mocking him because almost as soon as he got the remote he dropped it and the backing broke on the cover from his over zealous 'attack'. Denmark glared at the remote when he found that he couldn't replace the cover on the back, so he quickly found a piece of black duct tape in his duffle bag and taped the back of the remote on, thoroughly concealing the damage he had done. He smiled proudly at his handy work and proceeded to turn on the TV. What he saw was anything but pleasing.
The first channel that popped up was the news station, and by the looks of things what was currently broadcasting was not good. At all. The ticker at the bottom of the screen read serial killer on the loose in Westchester county, NY, nine dead two missing. After that there was a number that flashed on the screen with the missing person hotline number and a picture of the aforementioned missing people.
Denmark had his cell phone out quicker than one could say 'Denmark is the Awesome King of Northern Europe'. He had quickly sent a text to his younger brothers and Finland telling them to meet him in his room and it was something important. Why he didn't tell them to just look on the news, he didn't know, well… I mean he did… its just… well… he was kind of felling lonely and he wanted to spend some time with his family… oh wow. Denmark mentally slapped himself for sounding so… so unDenmark-y. It was actually kind of scary; maybe a good squabble with Norway or Sweden would make him feel better.
_Hetalia_
Denmark Practically jumped off of his bed at the sound of the first knock on his hotel room door. The nation jogged down the hall to open the door for his brothers. It was rare for them all to actually respond to his call but they might have heard of the news as well and had come just to humor the Dane, but hey, at least they cared enough to do so.
Norway shouldered his way into the room followed by Sweden who nearly pushed his elder brother into the wall. 'Note to self, Norway and Sweden do not play nice with others.' Denmark thought to himself as Finland strode in a little paler in the face than normal. And finally Iceland walked in, carefully not turning his back on Denmark so he couldn't get him in a headlock. Not like the Dane wouldn't try it anyway. I mean it was Denmark after all. But then again Norway would try to strangle him again- but he was smart this time- no tie.
Denmark sighed as Iceland continued to stare him down with the same expression that Norway sometimes had. You could defiantly tell that the two were related now. Taking the initiative the Dane shrugged and walked down the hallway to the area with the TV the news article having come back on with live coverage of the crime scene.
The area was an alleyway not to far from where they were staying, in a not-so-nice part of town. The victim had ben killed with the use of a trip wire leading to a rifle and then he- it was a teenager about Iceland's age- had been hacked apart with a machete, though by the time of death and the lack of large amounts of blood at the crime scene the victim had already been dead when the knife had been taken to him.
There was an announcer person at the crime scene, the yellow police tape roping off the area as the Medical Examiner took the body to have an autopsy preformed on it. They had still no motive and that the killer was still on the loose in the Westchester County area. 'Well that'll be something to give America grief about.' Denmark mused to himself as he thought about pestering his cousin.
_Hetalia_
Iceland- to put it bluntly- was not happy. Not only was it the fact that there was a serial killer on the loose and he fit the description for the victims. But it was the fact that Norway's instincts had taken over and he constantly felt his older brother's eyes on him at all times. But it wasn't only Norway, Finland and Sweden were concerned for him. Even Denmark, which was saying something seeing as the Dane normally didn't do much beside pester him and his brother, the main fact of the matter being that his family was worried and it made the young Icelander feel caged.
The teen figured that he would go for a walk later to ease his mind about the subject. It wasn't like he could die anyway. But wait. He had the secret, if he was 'killed' then, well, that wouldn't be good if a supposedly dead adolescent came back to life, not to mention it didn't look fun to die. Iceland shuddered inwardly at his dark thoughts and chose that moment to watch as Sweden proceeded to subtly threaten Denmark. The latter not really caring that his life was in danger, Iceland figured that if it ever came to blows between his family, mainly Denmark and Sweden, Sweden would win hands down. No questions asked.
At least his family was keeping a little sense of normalcy in the atmosphere. Well besides the fact that it was Sweden threatening Denmark this time and not Norway, but hey, who was he to not embrace change.
The adolescent excused himself and walked down the hallway to his room to plan his escape. He had earlier heard of a park down a little ways and the manager of the Hotel had said to walk across the street and there would be an alleyway. You walk straight down the alleyway until you get to a fork, then you turn left. He shouldn't keep going straight, well, that was only if the young Nordic country wanted to end up in a bad place of the city and no one wanted that. But anyway back to the matter at hand, his escape. This probably would mean that he wouldn't be able to go back down the hallway by Denmark's room seeing as everyone else was still there. The nation sighed at his unfortunate dilemma. Decisions, decisions.
The Nordic country was pacing in his room when the idea struck him, he'd take the elevator! But what would he do if Norway were in his own room? Wait. Wasn't there two exits, the elevator and…. The fire exit! That exit lead directly outside! And it'd be easy to go out of not only because of the fact that there was no alarm, but the fact that Denmark slept like a rock and wouldn't know it if he left his room, even though they were right next to each other.
The teen smirked slightly at his brilliance. So the nation figured that he would put his plan into action tomorrow seeing as there weren't any meetings planned for the first part of the day.
Location-Westchester County, NY, U.S.A.
Time: 0:00
Date: 15 July 2012
Iceland rolled over in his bed, the covers rustling with the movement as his purple eyes locked onto to his alarm clock a frown evident on his face. The Icelandic teen glared harshly at the amber colored numbers that lit up the dark abyss of the hotel room that the country currently resided in. Nothing else illuminated the pitch-black room save from said alarm clock.
Iceland twitched as he tried to fall asleep once again. However, that was a feat that just was not coming to him willingly at that moment. Sighing the country continued to glare harshly at the clock almost as if wishing the time to speed up. Seeing as that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon the young male flung his covers off of him to get out of the bed. He switched on his bedside lamp lighting up the room with a fake yellow glow. The nation then proceeded to change into his normal attire. Figuring that a small walk would do him good. Iceland then grabbed his room key from the decorative bowl that sat on a desk in the entranceway. He then put his plan into action. Grant it, the plan had been put into action prematurely but still.
Iceland snuck out.
He was careful not to pass his brother's room so his mere presence wouldn't wake Norway who had an idea as to where the Icelander was at nearly all times. And Iceland didn't want his outing to end prematurely. So he went with his original plan and took the fire exit. Not so surprisingly the silver haired teen had managed to make it out the fire exit without anyone noticing. He had actually almost made it across the street, wet looking with the minerals that were incorporated into the asphalt as they shone under the street lamps that illuminated the night.
The sound of flapping and a familiar weight on his shoulder alerted the adolescent of his puffin who then attempted to bite him annoyingly. Though it wasn't much of an attempt seeing as it was working… Iceland irritably batted at the bird as it attempted to swarm around his head, having taken flight once again.
By now the Icelandic teen had made it across the street and over to the alleyway that the hotel manager had said lead over to a large, grassy park with trails that winded through the woodland much like a lazy snail.
This might sound weird but Iceland had this entire unplanned outing planned. The young teen had- before he left his room- written a note so should something happen his 'annoying older brother' would know where he was…I mean it's not like Ice-y wanted his big brother to know where he was or anything…It's not like he cared about his brother's feelings… or that he wanted his older brothers to know where he was.
Iceland's shoes made a hollow sound on the concrete as he numbly walked down the alleyway an uneasy feeling washed over him. Bad things happened to people in alleyways. Especially since there was this serial killer on the loose that targeted teens about his age and height. They- meaning his family- had seen it on the news channel when they had all gathered in Denmark's room when the Dane had called them to come and check out the news. They all knew it was just because he wanted attention. But that was a newscast article; this was real life. Iceland felt a shiver run up his spine as the moon ducked under partial cloud cover.
The alleyway was then almost immediately plunged into darkness. It was near suffocating, the cold brick walls seemed to close in on the young Icelander. Cold aura of the city was making him feel on edge.
Suddenly the alleyway split into two. The path that Iceland was currently following and a path that deviated from the main one, that path lead down the left hand side both lead to unknown destinations. Iceland continued down the original path that he'd chosen until he stopped, second-guessing himself. Was he supposed to take that left there? He sighed and turned around and made his way-unknowingly- away from the park.
Iceland then continued to walk down the side alleyway his steps unsure, as he seemed to loose even more light to see by, and that was saying a lot. The good thing was that he could easily turn back around should something happen like, oh, run into the serial killer. And while run into a serial killer he did not something did happen. He walked- well almost walked- into a wall, there was still enough light in the alleyway to see that there was a wall right in front of him. It was a dead end. The moon seemed to choose that exact moment to come out of it's apparent cloud cover and there it was- a trip wire glistening with small droplets of dew that shone silver in the glow of the moonlight.
Iceland felt his violet blue eyes widen in the surprise of his find. "Cliché things happen to people in alleyways kid." The puffin spoke in a warning tone sensing the danger that lay ahead. He was secretly hoping that his charge didn't decide to take a page out of his brother's book and do something incredibly stupid.
"That only happens in movies." Iceland snapped back at the bird shaken a little with the find. He turned around facing away from the trip wire that would have ended his life. What the young Icelander didn't need to know was that the wire lead up to the wall to a small ledge where the barrel of a shot gun sat parallel to his head, the wire on a hair trigger. So much so that if the teen had so much as brushed against it he would have shot himself and not have even had the time to realize it. But then again Iceland didn't need to know that. Or the fact that the serial killer was right behind him hiding in a garbage bin waiting for the Icelander to spring the trap that he was never meant to spring.
The Icelander continued to walk back down the alleyway. He was then met with a predicament. No it wasn't the abnormally cold air that came from a vent from a building. Nor was it the creepy aura that he seemed to feed off of the city. Or the fact that he hadn't inherited his sense of direction from whomever Norway had inherited it form. No, it was the fact the he might have gotten lost.
He growled quietly and walked down an alleyway- Iceland had to admit that it might have not been his best idea to wonder down a dark alleyway in a city that he was unfamiliar with, not including the fact that there was a killer on the loose in this general area. Maybe he'd inherited that trait from whomever Denmark had. Well that would sure explain a lot, if not everything about one of his older brothers. Possibly all of his brothers… and Finland… But Iceland had already started to see the Finnish man as another brother so that didn't really count. But that would mean that Finland was in someway related to Hungary, or something like that with the languages… Iceland shook his head, now wasn't the time for his mind to be wondering off on some random little thought process contemplating the family tree of nations.
His boots clicked on the asphalt as he walked down the alleyway deep in thought not 'bothered' at all by the fact that he may be lost. Iceland had almost made it to the end of the alleyway when he stumbled over an obvious crack; matter-of-fact it was so obvious that Finland would feel insulted seeing as it was Finland who taught Iceland how to sneak around. Though it never seemed to work on Norway…
In his little slip up Iceland had managed to knock Mr. Puffin loose, the adolescent then looked up to the light pole that the bird had perched on and had started to preen his feathers. This…wasn't the park. Iceland squinted as took in his surroundings the lone street lamp was the only source of light seeing as the moon had retreated back into its cloud cover. He couldn't help but feel more on edge almost as if he was being watched by more than one set of eyes.
The young Icelandic adolescent slowly walked into the pale yellow gold of the street lamp the golden light offering no watchful comfort that the moon seemed to offer. Sharp eyes surveyed the area, a part of town that he didn't feel comfortable being in during the middle of the night. The houses across the street looked to be from the thirties. Dilapidated buildings having obviously seen better days, the mortar that had held the bricks together in the form of buildings were slowly crumbling a few bricks having already found their final resting place on the ground. The wooden boards that formed stairs on one building were rotted and cracked, white lead paint pealing as the asbestos cocking around the windows was slowly giving letting panes of glass fall to their doom. The northern nation turned in a slow circle and saw that the whole street looked pretty much the same. Some houses even had suspicious looking rust colored stains on the crumbling concrete stairs that lead to weathered brick buildings with broken windows and all.
The feeling of being hunted returned again and Iceland's hand itched to reach into his pocket desperately wanting to call his older brother to come and pick him up. The sound of Iceland's breathing was all that broke the silence, his puffin sitting on the light pole shuffling every so often in a nervous fashion. The 'don't turn around' feeling was getting worse.
Iceland jumped at the sound of a chain-link fence rattling shut as it rain in an eroded track in the asphalt. It sounded close by. Metal against concrete. The sound was then followed by a rather sharp bang that resonated through the area. An apartment building door was swinging on its hinges pealing milk paint a dull grey in the shadows of night.
His puffin was then startled from his roost by the unexpected noise the bird going into flight or fight response. 'The door must have banged against the door frame.' The young Icelandic nation thought to him self in an effort to console himself. And an vain attempt at that too. That didn't calm his nerves in the least.
Iceland watched as his puffin flew away frantically. "Hey-!" The Nordic stopped short when a hand, gloved in a thick canvas-like cloth slipped over his mouth. Iceland jumped panic rising in his chest, he couldn't twist enough to see his attacker. A cold feeling appeared across his windpipe and his skin on his throat started to sting a feeling almost like water tailing down his neck unnerved him slightly at the thought of it being his own blood.
Three other figures appeared from where the noises had originated from earlier. They slipped from the shadows much like cats stalking a mouse. Iceland was the mouse.
A dull burning sensation soon began to manifest in his lungs from lack of air as his heart thrashed violently against his ribcage much in the manor of a fluttering canary. His body was frozen in terror as adrenalin took over. However in this situation he was powerless. Especially when his hands were held behind his back out of reach of his cell phone. Norway was going to kill him once he found out about this.
One of the thugs said something to their partner who held the Icelandic nation- what his captor had said would forever remain a mystery to Iceland seeing as it was in a language that he did not know.
…
After that all he knew was darkness.
There you all go! A ten thousand word chapter just for you lovely people! Sorry about not uploading it this weekend but I accidentally deleted the chapter and I had to rewrite it practically from scratch ._. so I'm really sorry for the wait!
And you guys are not going to believe this! But the hotel in the story? Yeah, it actually exists! I even described the lobby without even seeing a photo until after I looked up hotels in the area, and the county they're in is real also, I don't know if the slums are but they are based off of Shenandoah, PA. I always go there in the summer so I guess it just came to me, just in a more dilapidated form ._. they have good food though.
Anyone herd of Kowalonek's? *Shameless advertising* They have good Kielbasy, if you don't know what that is just ask I'll be happy to explain it to you because when I write Poland's POV there's gonna be a lot of that.
The question remains, are Iceland and Lilli dead or alive?
Who is the manager? Friend or foe?
Where did Denmark learn the art of duct taping things?
French-
Bonjour Monsieur et Mademoiselle, comment vous désirez?
Translation: Hello mister and miss, how may I help you?
La clé pour 266 numéro de chambre, s'il vous plait
Translation: The key for room number 266, please.
If you guys want me to keep the pronunciation in the translations for the French let me know :)