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AN: Thank you to the two who reviewed! You get cookies!
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He leads me up to a room. From what I can tell by the outside, it's a large room and it's very loud inside. Arthur looks a little annoyed by the sound, "Well, we're probably the last people here, which isn't a problem… the question is, what's it going to take them to all quiet down? This could be a serious issue."
We walked in. Everyone looked over in mid conversation to see who it was – and they all went silent in shock to see me with him.
"England, what is the meaning of this? Did you bring a human girl in here!" I recognized that loud voice, and the blond hair and blue eyes. Germany, or Ludwig Beilschmidt.
Arthur nodded, and I watched him scan the room for him. Alfred. But when I looked with him, all eyes were on me. I've… never been comfortable in front of people…
I suddenly find my hands clinging to Arthur's arm as if I'm five. How embarrassing. But at the moment it's a need as my mind reels in the ocean of anxiety. I find myself looking at the floor.
Someone comes up and bends over, eyes opening to reveal a familiar bright gold-brown. Italy Veneziano, Feliciano Vargas. He smiles at me kindly. "Aw, Germany, you're scaring her! What's your name, bella signora?" I blush in embarrassment. Oh my God. He's talking to me.
I barely whisper "Mackenzie Smith…" before I look back up and see him. He's sitting a ways away, looking at me intently. As if he knows me, or recognizes my name. It's Alfred.
I know instantly something's wrong with him. He's a little pale, eyes slightly glazed over. And he's quiet, and anyone who's watched or read Hetalia knows that's not right.
"You didn't answer my question England, what is the meaning of this? Why is… she here?" Ludwig said it again, but softer this time.
Arthur looks at me. "Everyone, this is Mackenzie Smith. I found her in the London airport. She saw something flying over that is a serious threat if true." His eyes focus on Alfred. "Would you please tell them what you saw, Mackenzie? Tell them your story."
I take a deep breath, readying myself. I don't want my voice to warble like it so frequently does in front of people.
"Yes, I'm Mackenzie. I'm from America and quite frankly I'm nicknamed various America-related names due to Independence Day and my birthday being the same date, and the fact that I live in D.C., and occasionally people tease me even further seeing my Dad died during 9/11. I'm currently a sophomore in high school, am one of the most ridiculed girls in the school due to the 'populars' hating me. I hope to work in a hospital when I'm older, and I've already started researching for that, including volunteering at hospitals…"
I had to start off with a life story thing. That way Arthur could also assess Alfred, and I would catch the attention of everyone. They seemed interested now.
"I had flown into London for a wedding, which my Mom, Step-father, and brothers didn't want to go to. They went to California instead." "I'd rather be at California…" Alfred muttered darkly, looking at me. I smiled for a second, but it vanished quickly. "I was almost here when I saw something… a missile. I believe, based off of its appearance, that it was a nuclear missile heading towards the west coast of the U.S. I've called my family and hotel since then…" I felt my voice fade quietly. "No one has answered."
Now it was Alfred's turn to be stared at. "Mon ami, are you hiding something?" France, or Francis Bonnefoy. Alfred, a tired look in his eyes, glanced at me again before glaring at him. "I don't think she's done yet. Continue, Mackenzie." I nodded.
"I believe that either the missile has hit, or it shall hit within the near future. I also think that there is more coming…"
Again, I felt the eyes shift from me to Alfred.
"Hey Mackenzie, how've you been?" he asked the question with a light tone, as if we were alone and hanging out. "I've seen you before. Since you live in the capitol, I'm not surprised. I've seen you go to school; I've seen you working in the hospitals. Sorry if that's, like, creepy or anything." I laugh slightly – how is he able to make me feel so comfortable? – "I think I knew your Dad, too. You see, judging by how you seem to know us, I'm guessing you're a fan of Hetalia. That's a thing that was put out there to make us seem like fantasy. Sort of. That way if you see us you just think we're cosplayers, but you're able to accept the idea of us being there. Your Dad was probably one of the few people that knew we existed. I'm totally sorry about his death though, that sucks."
With his description of Hetalia and what it is, it makes perfect sense. I've had various theories on how it could be real but hidden. This just fits!
And he kept talking. Was it to distract him or the rest of us from something? "Humans are pretty interesting. For example, they could live somewhere but have a totally different history. Who are you related to, out of us? What's your heritage?"
I blush, not sure how awkward it would be to say it. "Ah… I guess you could say I'm related to a few of you. Technically, I'm American, though not Native American. I'm also… English," Arthur gave me a knowing smile, "German," Ludwig seemed surprised but it didn't show on his face for long, "Irish, Scottish, Welsh," Arthur's three older brothers smiled at me from across the room, "French," Francis immediately perked up, "and… Italian." Both Feliciano and Lovino looked surprised.
"I guess you could say… I'm like a mutt. That's what I call myself. A mixed breed of a lot of things." I gave an awkward smile. Alfred smiled back – he was even paler – "That's what the American Dream is for. It unites a lot of people in amazing ways for cool outcomes."
Suddenly it hit me. He was trying to change the subject. He seemed so weak talking because something had already happened. I felt Arthur tense slightly beside me, and I know that he realized it too.
That's when there was a ringing noise, and Alfred held a cell phone to his ear. He listened intently, his face serious. Everyone else started chatting amongst themselves again, and I turned to Arthur.
"He's hiding something." I said stoically. He nodded, eyebrows furrowed. "Something must be going on over there."
"Hey dudes?" we both turned at the voice directed at us. Alfred had his phone to his ear, a hand on the doorknob. "I'm just gonna take this right outside the room, okay? Carry on with the meeting."
He didn't hesitate to go out without our answer. My heart rate picked up as I looked Arthur in the eyes. He understood my gaze immediately, turning quickly to the other countries.
"Where's North Korea?"
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AN: It's starting to get somewhere, I think. OH! Yeah, by the way, Mackenzie's heritage? Another thing from me. We share the same heritage there. (Though I am related to a lot of cool people, Samuel Adams is not one that I know of.)
Translations: (Mackenzie, also like me, only knows English and Spanish. So you might need this too.)
bella signora - pretty lady (Italian)
Mon ami - My friend (French)