A/N: Sorry I made it so unnecessarily cheesy and dramatic at the end. It happens to me sometimes. Grr.. Alfred and Francis were originally supposed to hate each other, and Francis was supposed to be the villain, but something went wrong when I was typing.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Hetalia, sadly.
Chapter summary: Francis reveals Arthur's past, and new characters are introduced.
- Hetalia! –
"Vat in ze fuck just happened?" Francis asked the man next to him. He only got a half-hearted shrug in response. "Did Arthur just run off crying?" he asked again, wanting an answer more from himself than Alfred.
"Wow, that guy is really sensitive, isn't he? Hey, how come you didn't tell him about magic?" said American turned to ask his companion.
"Vell, since Arthur iz probably not going to be coming back any sooner, I should just tell you ze story. Unless you zon't vant to 'ear the whole zing." Francis sighed and looked down at his feet.
"Yeah, you can tell me. If I can help, that is." Alfred grinned reassuringly, and adjusted his new friend's face so that they were face to face with each other. "Make it fast, so I can hurry up and rescue Iggy."
Francis smirked back in response, relieved that Alfred wasn't completely useless. "Alright, zen. I vill try to make it quick.. Arthur's parents were both strongly against magic, so zey refused using it at all. His father passed on quite a while before 'is son vas born, and 'is pregnant mother vas still as stubborn as she vas before and refused to use magic to keep 'erself from starving. She vas indeed very fragile, and had nearly nothing to eat. One day, she snapped, and decided to steal veggies from her neighbors. Unfortunately, zose neighbors vere my parents. They 'ad used incredible amounts of magic to keep zeir garden striving and beautiful. Arthur's mummy 'ad apologized profusely ven she vas caught, and even offered to work as a servant at our place, but my parents vere beyond furious. They demanded zomething zat vas nearly impossible to give up: her soon-to-be-born child. She vept for days, and even considered running away, but it vas impossible ven she vas so close to giving birth. Eventually, Arthur vas born, he vas an ugly child, indeed, but my parents still forced 'im out of 'er arms. In fury and madness, Arthur's mummy used magic vor ze first time in 'er life… only to curse Arthur to never be able to use magic until ze time came ven ze evil vere trying to take his beloved one avay from 'im. With that, she perished, her life no more." Francis paused with a sad, pitying smile on his face.
"Ven little Arthur vas only two years old, my father took both of us, hand in hand, led us to zis very tower, and ordered me, who was five back then, to keep Arthur locked in zis structure until 'e came back to get 'im. When I asked vhy, my old man just shook his head and told me zat it vas for ze best. For twelve years, it vas my father who came to deliver food to ze lad, who vas probably vaiting for ze day that he vas going to be let out. Ze poor boy zidn't even know when my father died, and he vould sit out by his vindow, looking outside, yearning to be free like other boys. I came in place ov my father after zat, and took care ov 'im, but I never knew when it vould be okay for me to let 'im leave. I vas so afraid zat my father would be disappointed in me vor making a mistake." Francis finished, leaving a bitter feeling in Alfred's heart.
"W-why so sullen? Don't look too much at what happened before, and let's see what we can do to make your dad happy again!" Alfred said, nodding triumphantly. Francis would have walked away then and there if not for the rare, serious look on the American's face. "I promise that as a hero, I, Alfred Fucking Jones, will make Mr. Bonnefoy a very proud man!" With that, Alfred disappeared, leaving nothing but a trace of the past behind him. Francis stood, still besides the large tree, feeling pretty useless.
"I promise to make it up for you, Arthur, just don't hate me for what my family made you go through for all these years." Francis sighed again, resting his head against the stone wall of the now-abandoned tower.
- Hetalia! –
Antonio searched the whole forest with the hopes of finding Lovino. Dang it! He thought to himself. If he wasn't in his own body, he would have kicked himself so hard he flew all the way to China! Why did Lovi have to come at a time like that? It just didn't make sense!
The poor Spaniard had searched everywhere in the local town by the time the sun had reached the time of its setting. He was exhausted, so he decided to call it a day, and go home. Antonio shuffled miserably back home, not even noticing when Bella, the local fruit-stand lady, had offered him a free tomato to enjoy.
Where ever could his little Lovinito possibly be in this tiny community? Was he… WAS HE KIDNAPPED? Why hadn't Antonio come to this conclusion before? With a sudden burst of energy, he pumped his fist into the air, surprising few of the unsuspecting pedestrians, by shouting: "I, ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO, WILL VOW TO RESCUE MY CUTE LITTLE ITALIAN BEFORE HE GETS RAPED! FUSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO!"
Few of the citizens who had recovered from earlier tipped their heads in confusion and clapped for this strange man. He looked like he needed the encouragement.
- Hetalia! –
The blazing sun had already begun to settle down, and the animals of the night were creeping out of their resting places, as if unsure it was their time to rise. Not before long, crickets began to hum, and the soft breeze tickled the leaves in the trees, creating a soft, bristling noise. It would truly have been a beautiful setting if I wasn't lost, cold, hungry, and all the other bad shit in this life. If only I hadn't freaked out in front of the frog and the American idiot, I would not be in this wretched situation. Grumbling angrily to myself, I kicked a rotting log, only to reveal a nest of humongous cockroaches, and I leapt out of the way, avoiding myself of those vile creatures. I would do almost anything to be back inside my cozy old home again. Almost.
I continued to pity myself when I came across a small cottage, and I wondered to myself: Why would anybody want to live in a place so far away from the rest humanity? And then I grimly added, like me. If it wasn't so bloody scary outside, I would have crept away from the suspicious looking structure in hopes not to be caught, but as desperate I was now, I wasn't even thinking of the possible consequences when I knocked on the timeworn wooden door. I was answered almost immediately, and to be truthful, I kind of screamed and tumbled back down the steps, landing square on my butt when I saw who was at the door.
The man seemed to be about Francis' age, with messy white hair and scarlet eyes. His face would have been handsome, if one looked past his… disturbing facial expression. It was a twisted mix of disgust, horror, dread, and astonishment. He had a dark, yet perverse look in his peculiar eyes, and his hand was trembling, still plastered onto the doorknob, almost nearly as pale as his complexion.
After my embarrassing show, said man clutched his stomach, shaking a little bit. I was just about to run away from the creep when I realized he was just laughing at me.
"WEST! Did you see that? His expression was totally PRICELESS, DUDE! LOLOLOLOLOL!" His speech reminded me a bit of somebody I knew… "Gott, it was a great idea to watch that thriller movie Alfred lent us, huh?" Oh yes. Alfred.
"Bruder, please shut up, ve are trying to vatch the rest of this stupid movie. Let the guest in, it must be cold outside," a deep voice grunted from beyond the doorway where I had repositioned myself nest to. The strange albino man made way for me to come inside. I hesitated, and warily looked at the suspicious-looking man. He simply chuckled.
"I won't do anything weird to you, kid. Come inside, everybody's welcome around here. Especially when our house is a target for the ones who get lost in the woods." Hearing this, I gained just a tiny bit of trust for this fellow and took a step inside. A nice warm breeze rushed past my face, and I shivered from the abrupt feeling. The male quickly closed the door and led me to a living-room type of area. To my relief, there were other people seated comfortably in front of a fireplace, a large television blasting with a suspense scene from a movie. The first was a well-built, sturdy man with slicked back blonde hair, and cold blue eyes. He was seated on the only couch in the cozy room. The second was a child about Alfred's age, with warm, honey-brown eyes, and auburn hair with a strange curl flying out to the right. Wait. A strange curl-? Before I could think any further, I was greeted by a friendly voice.
"Ve~ I wasn't expecting any visitors this late at night!" The smaller one of the viewers sang, as he bounced happily over to me. "Nice to meet you! I'm Feliciano Vargas, but you can just call me Feli!" The lad grinned brightly and stuck his hand out, which I took to shake.
"Arthur Kirkland. Pleased to meet you as well, Mr. Vargas." I nodded, in response to his greeting. The intimidating man was about to speak when the front door with a very earsplitting BANG.
"HYAHHHH~~! Ludwig, saveeee meeeee!" Feliciano cried, almost immediately launching himself into the other's arms. "Ludwig" didn't seem fazed at all by the outburst. I stood, my back facing the door, body unwilling to turn around at all. Gilbert only sighed, and walked towards the intruder.
"DDDDDDDDDDDDD—SORRY GIL! I TOTALLY RUINED YOUR DOOR!" Oh no, not him. "Oh yeah! ARTHUR KIRKLAND! I AM YOUR HERO, SO NOW COME RUNNING INTO MY ARMS AND MAKE OUT WITH ME LIKE NORMAL DAMSEL-IN-DISTRESSES WOULD!" Okay, it was him.
Without turning around I asked him, "Really, chap, did you even try to get laid, like I told you to in the first place?"
"Dude, believe me, he tried. With all of us." That was Gilbert's voice.
"Ve~~. I said yes, but Ludwig didn't let me~!" With this, Feliciano Vargas was added onto my idiots list, with Alfred proudly being the very first candidate.
"Well, ANYWAYYYZZ, I came here to take a break from looking all across the country for my Artie, but since he turned out to be here, I'll be dragging him off with me!" Alfred bellowed, grabbing onto my arm and storming out the door, while my train of thought lagged behind me.
Once outside, I inquired, "Do you even know where we're going, you git?"
He turned back to me and shot me a dazzling smile (despite it being dangerously dark outside). "NOPE! I just wander around here until I lead myself to my house~!" I wanted to just die. Wow, and it's not my first time, either.
- Hetalia! –
A/N: Not too good at writing GerIta, sorry. I tried to make it at least a little but humorous towards the end, but I'm so tired that I don't even know what I'm trying to get across as an author anymore. Sorry for Francis' rambling in the beginning, too. Ta-ta!