Alrighty everybody! Here is chapter two! I don't own hetalia! I just own My OC Penelope.
That night they both slept peacefully, minus the fact she had forgotten to show him to his room.
But that morning, she awoke to the annoying sounds of a doorbell. She rolled over and groaned, pulling her pillow over her head, trying to muffle out the doorbell. And it worked for a while, and then it finally stopped. She sighed contently, yes that annoying demonic sound was gone, thank heaven.
Until whoever was behind the door, started knocking. She whined, and sat up, her brown curly locks only slightly tangled and messy, which was a look her friends called "Sex hair". She stormed down the stairs and opened the door. "What" She growled, if she wasn't careful her fangs would slip out, but she'd be lying if she thought that him seeing her fangs would be the most hilarious reaction ever. She could see him trembling, his soul pierced with slight fear. She smirked slightly, before asking him whatever it was he wanted. "Another unit for you ma'am" he said holding out the clipboard and pen.
"Another unit! I thought you only gave out one!" This was going to get very complicated. "Send him back!" She said, making a shooing motion with her hand. "Sorry, no can do" She glared at him her green eyes narrowing, and getting a stormy sea look in them. "Umm…sign here please?" he motioned towards the clipboard and pen. Glaring still she waiting there, watching him squirm, and she would have done that for quite a while had Arthur not come over. "Everything alright, love?" he asked, watching the Deliver boy closely. She stared at him a few moments longer before taking them pen in hand and signing the paper. "Nope, no problem here Brit-"
"Please, call me Arthur"
"Right then Arthur, anyways as I was saying, There is no problem here,"
She turned to the delivery boy and put on a sickeningly sweet smile, "Do be a dear and take that to the living room" She moved out of his way to take the box in, hurriedly rushing past her. She smirked, then looked outside to the stormy weather, breathing in the sea air. "Hmm…" She sighed, maybe she'd go to the rocks with Arthur, and whoever else was there, she moved out of the delivery boys' way once more, and watched him run to his truck, and drive off. She laughed slightly, yes that's right, be afraid, very afraid! She closed the door entering the Living room finding Arthur swearing like a sailor, and talking about frogs. Surely there weren't any frogs in her house? "What was that Arthur?" she asked.
He looked over at her,holding out the manual. She grabbed the book, looking it over.
CONGRATULATIONS!You are now the proud owner of your very own FRANCIS BONNEFOIS unit! Please take this time to remember the waiver you signed upon ordering this unit: we, the makers of this manual, are not to be held responsible for any bodily or emotional harm your new unit subjects you to. For your personal safety, we have enclosed this manual, and suggest you read it to avoid any unwanted contact with your unit.
"Ah France huh? Wait, what does France have to do with frogs in my house? I certainly don't hear any?"
"Just never you mind" He said handing her another little book titled: How To Stop the French From Invading Your Bed
She paled at the title, I'll have to read this later. She went back to the manual going to the section of awakening him
Removal of your FRANCIS BONNEFOIS from Packaging:
FRANCIS BONNEFOIS is one of our milder, more cultured units, which means that he is less likely to hulk smash you if you wake him up improperly. However, there is still the danger of him acting violently passionate if you wake him up improperly. If you would like to keep your virtue for a little longer, here are some easy ways to wake your unit up without damage to your reproductive organs.
1. Play 'La Marseillaise'. If you speak French, sing it yourself. Francis will start cheering and singing along - while he's distracted, reprogram him.
2. Cook French food. Make sure you cook it well, or he will throw the platter on the floor and accuse you of giving him shit, although you'll have the chance to reprogram him either way.
3. Play Johnny Hallyday. Francis will respond positively, although he might have a tendency to start dancing. And if you're really unlucky, he'll drag you along. If you don't have Johnny Hallyday, play Edith Piaf. And if you don't have Edith Piaf or Johnny Hallyday, Yelle will do. Warning if you do play Yelle: Francis may start dancing Techtronic, and you might want to avoid having elbows in your face.
4. Play a porno, loudly (but not loud enough to scar the neighbors). Francis will burst out of his box and start watching it, and you can program him while he's busy fapping. Warning: this move is recommended only for people who can move extremely fast, because if you're not able to reprogram him enough you might end up losing your virtue after all.
She read through the list and immediately scratched out the fourth and second. "Well that means we either must play 'La Marseillaise' or Johnny Hallyday" She said reading through. She got up and went to get her laptop, coming back down the stairs moments later. She searched up the song and played the song as loud as the laptop could go. When the lyrics started, a loud French voice filled the air, and pieces of the box went flying. Penelope barely had time to duck, but luckily none of them hit her or Arthur.
"Bloody git! Should be more careful! There are people out here!"
"Angleterre! You're here!"
Penelope emerged from her hiding spot, pulling down her shorts which had ridden up pretty high. Oops.
France turned around, his blue eyes sparkling with, well she wasn't sure with what, but she knew she would have to watch for his hands. "Ah and who is this jolie fille?" He asked striding on up to her.
"My name is Penelope" She stated. With over exaggerated flourish, he presented to her a rose.
"Ah, qui est un nom magnifique! (That is a Gorgeous name!) ma chère,(my dear), you may call me Francis!"
Penelope wasn't too sure what to do with the rose he had presented to her, where had that come from anyway? So she took it from his hand. "Thank you"
He winked at her, and she flushed red. Wow, it'd been a while since a man has been able to do that, at least, while she had no intention of stealing his soul.
"Right then rooms, let me show you to yours"
"You know ma chère, I could always just share a room wit-"
"Not happening Francy-pants"
"Well perhaps then with Angleterre?"
"Not in this life time frog!"
"Well actually…"
"What! You were thinking of putting me in a room with him!"
"It'd make things easier, I mean if we're expected to take in more people, might as well get used to sharing rooms now. There are only 4 bedrooms in this house, including mine. So that leaves three bedrooms up for grabs, unless it comes down to the point where I need to start sharing my room as well, and I can only fit at the least 3 in each, if you're ready to be squished, 4 if you really want to push it, I'd give you each your own room, but I can't. As big a house this is, if my calculations are correct, we're going to be a bit crowded.
The British man didn't look convinced though. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, wincing as it got tangled in some parts. "Please Arthur?" she gave her best pleading look, staring him down.
At first he remained ridged, not giving in, but after a few seconds he began to shuffle about, looking anywhere but her eyes. "Oh….All right! I'll share a room with the blasted frog" Penelope grinned, and hugged him. Arthur turned bright red, not exactly sure whether to hug back or not. So he settled for a pat on the back. "Yes...well…ahem" She let go of him, and motioned for Francis to follow her. She went up the stairs, which opened up to a large hallway; in fact there was a small place with a few chairs and a desk, for studying or work of some sort. In front was two closed rooms, separated by a thinner hallway that went further down to what Francis assumed was the other guest bedrooms. She led him towards the one on the right, an opened the door.
"I hope you like it here" she said with a smile, as he walked in. The room had four simple beds, one of them already having already been slept in as far as he could see. It was painted a simple creamy white color, brightening the room. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud growl, which caused him to whip around towards Penelope and cried "Mon dieu! What was that?" Penelope was slightly flushed red, and coughed slightly. "Hehe, that was me, I haven't made any breakfast yet"
"Ah, then allow me to make us a délicieux breakfast!"
"I'll tell you exactly the same thing I told Arthur, no!"
"But why?"
"You're a guest!" She decided that sounded better than saying 'no one touches my stove'
"I won't ruin it like Angleterre!"
" I heard that frog!"
"Ugh, it's too early for this! Fine, fine!"
The Frenchman smiled at this and ran back downstairs. Penelope sighed, and then looked down at her attire. "I need a shower…"
After her shower, she changed into another spaghetti strapped shirt, and a pair of jeans, with black heels. Once she was satisfied with how she looked, and at least attempted to brush her hair, she made her way downstairs, following the scent of a delicious breakfast.
She entered the Kitchen, her heels clacking against the wood. "Omelets Francis?" she asked. In response he nodded, serving up Arthur his plate, in return he took right away to eat it, but mumbled the whole way how his was much better, while reading the news paper. Penelope walked past him to steal a bit of the tea Arthur had made, and nearly dropped it once she realized what time it was. "Oh my gosh! I'm gonna be late!" She said rushing out of the room in search of her uniform. Both men looked at each other before Arthur called out "Late for what!"
"Work!" she shouted back, appearing once again in the living room, hair messily put into a pony tail, tugging her black slacks on into a more comfortable position, and searching for her heels again. Her shirt was barely buttoned up, at which Francis began to laugh his usual perverted laugh, and said, "I enjoy the view ma chère!" This caused Arthur to smack him with a newspaper repeatedly. She'd have to thank him for that later. Finally finding her heels, she slipped them on, and called out to them to not leave the house, or answer it for anyone.
She scurried down the street as if running for her life. Her first day at work and she's already running late. It was times like these that she wished she had a car. She never bothered to beg her parents for one, she was pretty much 5 minutes away from everything, besides her friends' houses, and a few other stores. Her work wasn't exactly far away, since it was by the ocean like her house, being the restaurant that it was, but even if being by the ocean, it didn't exactly make it close by. By car it was 10 minutes away.
Sadly today she had to learn that the hard way. She passed many people on the way, all of them talking bewildered at her rudeness for cutting right in-between them, or slightly running into them. Sorry people, she was in a rush, there is no time to say hello, or goodbye she's late she's late she's late!
She looked over at her right seeing the corner. She could either run on the sidewalk, or risk angry neighbors and run across it. She jumped on the green covered grass, cutting the turn, and jumped a few fences before going back on the sidewalk, that much closer to work. She heard the angry shouts behind her, and shot back an apology. Bah, they'd get over it.
She was doing very well by now, at this pace, she would be there in no time. She checked her watch, she'd barely be there in time, but it's better than late! Just as she looked at her watch, she ran into a very solid figure, sending her to the ground.
"Ow!" she cried out, her ankle now suddenly hurt. No, it didn't hurt, but it certainly didn't feel right, in fact, it made her want to giggle. "I'm sorry! Here let me help you up" the masculine voice said, a hand grasping hers, as well as her waist, picking her up. " I'm all right, thank you, I should have watched where I was…" she found herself staring deeply into a pair of the coldest steel eyes she'd ever seen. It was almost like staring into an ocean storm itself. The rest of his features backed up his cold stare, he was about as tall as Arthur, and had messy hair like him. Only his hair was black, and he had normal brows. As for his body, he wasn't too lanky, but he was none too ripped. The closest person she could compare him to would be France. He was dressed in dark jeans, black shoes, and a white tank, and a deep dark blue button up short sleeved shirt over the top, unbuttoned.
Needless to say, he was pretty sexy. "…going.." she finally finished. There was something different about this boy. But she didn't have any time to ponder this. "Oh work!" she looked over to the man she just met. " Oh I'm sorry but I have to go!" she started off running, ignoring that weird feeling in her ankle. "sorry again!" she called back, running straight for work
Alrighty so another boring chapter, but don't worry, after this, it shall pick up! Hopefully you enjoyed it! constructive critisimn only!