ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL
A/N: I don't own Hetalia and I'm not a big fan, my friend "Italy" as she prefers, does, and now has somehow unknowingly convinced me to write a fanfic of it... -_-*
CHAPTER TWO: The Phone Calls, The Nightmare, And The Brat -_-*
I groaned as Elisabet began roaming around the limo, in a trance with everything around her.
"Papa France look! The Versailles Palace!" she smiled widely pointing at the wide building
I nodded, "Uh huh."
"Picture yourself in a boat on a river,With tangerine trees and marmalade calls you, you answer quite slowly,A girl with kaleidoscope eyes."
The little girl dove for her bag and pulled out an odd phone.
"Hello, this Lizzie!" she smiled as she continued to be in awe of the country
"...Hello Papa Germany!...Yes I'm with Papa France. ...No he's not touching me. Why?... Oh! Hey Papa! Have you ever seen the Versailles Palace?...Well, it's really wide and pretty and it has a green statue in the front. ... I got to go Papa. I'm sorry!.. Oh I understand Papa! Bye-bye Papa Germany!" she closed the phone
I rolled my eyes. Why did EVERYONE think I was a pervert? Well I'm NOT. I just love all women equally.
I looked at Elisabet in disgust.
Well, ALMOST all women.
Gradually the limo stopped in front of my mansion, with hundreds of reporters around us. Luckily my bodyguards were on the job.
"Mr.-Mr. France a word?" one yelled being held back by George
I looked at him expectedly.
"Did you truly abuse sweet Elisabet back at the airport?"
I looked at him shocked and continued walking.
"Well did you Mr. France?"
"Did you?" others yelled
Suddenly one brunette reporter yelled out, standing out from the others, "Miss. Elisabet! Can I have a word?"
Elisabet let go of my hand, "Uh huh Miss. Reporter!"
She smiled, "How do you feel so far about your new father? The infamous pervert?"
I scowled at her, deciding she was NOT worthy enough to have a flirty glance.
"Whose the pervert? What's a pervert? Papa France has been showing me ALL of France!" she smiled using hand monitions
The woman jotted down want the brat said, angrily I took her hand and pulled her inside.
"Wait Mr. France!"
"Mr. France!"
"Miss. Elisabet!" they yelled as I closed the door
I sighed, slumping down against the door. I didn't answer or do anything but I felt exhausted for some reason.
"Papa France? Are you alright? Should I get somebody?" she said nervously bending down to my level
"I'm. FINE." I sighed
"Picture yourself in a boat on a river,With tangerine trees and marmalade calls you-"
Elisabet looked at the phone then me, wondering which one she should do.
"Well pick it up." I rolled my eyes as I got up to go to bed
"Ask one of the servants about your living quarters!" I told her as I climbed up the long, red staircase
"Okay Papa!" she said as she picked up the phone
Distantly I heard, "Hi Papa Romano!"
(ELISABET'S PHONE CALL: ROMANO'S POV)
I twisted the phone cord nervously still looking at the book, there was a page that I had not noticed reading "I Love You Papa!" with a heart and smiley face.
"Hi Papa Romano!"
I sighed, happy she had answered. She hasn't been violated yet hopefully...
"Hey Lizzie." I leaned against the wall
"I'm in France! Did you know that?" I could hear her smiling through the phone
I nodded before noticing she couldn't see me, "Y-Yes."
"Hey Papa, have you ever been to France? It's very pretty! There lots of green statues and REALLY wide buildings! And there's flowers and Papa France is nice and-!"
"Is he with you right now?"
"Huh? He left to go to bed Papa, did you want to talk to him?"
"Uh no, no!" I said hurriedly
"...Why?"
"I want to talk to you." I said bluntly without meaning to
"But Papa Romano, I got to go. I'm really sorry!"
"It's fine." I grunted
"Bye Papa. I love you..."
"Bye..." I mumbled
Slowly I hung up the phone only to pick it up again.
"Hey Germany...yeah... Have you spoken to Lizzie?...Me too, yeah she had to leave before I could ask too. ...Well I like France as much as you do!... If your going to let the past bother you so much I'll just hang up!...Hey, did she say anything about France to you?...THE PERSON YOU POTATO IDIOT!...All she said is that he was- WHAT?... He ABUSED her at the airport? That's it that French ba****d is gonna get it now." I growled as I slammed down the phone
(ELISABET'S POV)
"Excuse me madam?" I asked a maid cleaning some room
"Yes Miss. Elisabet?"
"Do you know where my room is?" I held my backpack with one hand and my rolling suitcase with the other
"Of course mademoiselle Elisabet." she stopped vacuuming to lead me to a beige colored room
"It's...very pretty and neat." I smiled weakly at the boring room
"Is the room to your liking?"
"Uh huh, what's your name?"
She curtsied and left before answering.
I shrugged and quietly unpacked.
I like Papa France, I liked all of my Papas, I liked this country, but I didn't like this room.
I bit my lip at the scary looking painting of a man. On the other side was a closet which weird carvings.
I looked at the grandfather clock nervously as I noticed the time: 10:34.
I sat down on the bed and began to take off my shoes and getting ready for bed.
"I wonder how Papa is sleeping?" I wondered aloud
I shrugged and slipped into bed.
I was in a light blue room, the clouds were dark and cluttered the sky making it look like it would rain soon.
I looked around, I was wearing a silky white nightgown and my red hair was tied in a green ribbon.
"Lizzie?" an unfamiliar voice sang
I turned and saw a man with light brown copper hair. He had a light beard and looked like something like how people described a deceased man named Ancient Rome.
"Papa! Papa!" I ran to him happily
I had never seen my birth Papa, nor did anyone show me any pictures of him. But I always imagined him like this. I always liked how Ancient Rome sounded, thus I always imagined him as my Papa.
"Papa, guess what?" I laughed as he twirled me around
"I'm in France with Papa France! Papa Germany says that was where you were when you were my age!"
Happily he put me down and smiled as he bent down to my level.
"Yes, yes it was. It's a shame though that he was also the man who killed me darling." he smiled widely
Suddenly he crumbled into dust.
I screamed as they dust rose and formed into Papa France, smiling evilly at me, holding a bloody knife.
He laughed menacingly.
I tried to run, but the farther I ran the closer I was to Papa France. He raised his knife, I screamed.
I woke up sweating and immediately screaming.
"Papa Germany!" I wailed as I ran to the third on the right, where Papa Germany always slept
I screamed again as I saw something furry in there. Suddenly something hit me.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as I ran down the staircase
I heard someone call my name, but I just ran faster.
I continued running on the concrete outside, stumbling once in a while as I continued to bawl.
"Lizzie!" I heard the villain call after me
"St-Stay away from me!" I bawled before tripping on a crack, causing my Pajamas to tear
I looked back and saw he was close.
I tried to run again but I tripped over my feet caused by the lack of light.
"Lizzie!"
I tried to run again but my knee wouldn't allow me to move.
"Lizzie!" he said in an annoyed tone as he tried to grab me
I began trying to push him away by any means while speaking in my first language in panic, "Mantengase alejado de mi! Usted esta a mi Papa!" [SPANISH ^^]
He looked at me confused for a moment but still tried to grab me.
Instantly I tried in the tongue we both knew, wailing, "Stay away from me! You-You murdered my Papa!"
His face seemed to somewhat soften but I didn't trust it.
"I won't hurt you." he said calmly, pulling away his hands slowly
I tried to run while I had the chance but screamed in pain, my knee hurting everytime I tried to move.
"Lizzie," he said sadly, "I'm sorry."
For some reason still unknown to me, I buried myself into his chest bawling.
Gently I felt his arms go around me in a hug, and slowly lifted me up.
"WAHHH!" I cried
He patted my back reassuringly, not saying anything, which somehow comforted me more than if he DID say something.
By the time we were both in bed, him seeming to know I wouldn't do well on my own tonight, he continued to hold me.
Sniffing as I dug further into his chest I whimpered, "I love you Papa France..."
He patted my back, still not speaking.
"I know," he said softly, "I know."
CHYYYAAA ONII-CHAN CUSSES SO MUCH!
GO AWAY ITALY GET OFF MY ACCOUNT!
Ve~ So mean~
-_-* This is Italy, my AQQUANTINCE that convinced me to start this fanfic, you can see how sane she is -_-*
Acquaintance? Ve~ We've been friends since we were five!
My idea of a friend is differnet then it was back then... (For some reason I'm more annoyed when talking to her through computer, it's weird...)
Canada-chan made me time out yesterday for screaming and ranting about Pasta D:
...This is why I didn't take your advice on who should foster Elisabet, because YOUR idea was Feliciano/Italy, MY idea was France/Francis or England/Arthur. See? BETTER.
CHYYYAA! ENGLAND TRIED TO FEED ME FISH AND STICKS! D:
Fish and CHIPS? They're AWESOME. C=
D: And you said the only part of spaghetti you liked was the noodles! *starts crying*
And YOU don't like Canada's awesomeness (or our friend Sealands' awesomeness either) -_-*
Well Sealand is good for copying HW. OH BTW MY ACCOUNT IS "Shyah of Dah Pwn" and- OOH A KITTY! *runs after it and leaves*
AW! DON'T TORTURE THE POOR THING! D=
And that was the ITALY VS. CANADA RANDOM DEBATE, please tell us if you'd like to see more.
