SCW: I typed this while listening to Puttin' on the Ritz, so it might have a few odd double spaces or no spaces at all. Sorry for any confusion this may lead to. Alright well like I said sometimes I like to update early just to give you something to do on a boring weekend/day. Please note that Saturdays are a no-no for updates. We've all seen the disclaimer I just thought I'd introduce the next panelist who will also be up here in the comment box with me. Meet Ariana one of my OC's.
Ariana: ok well I'm here to tell all of you that the only things dippy up there owns is her other OC's Romania, Andy, and Abby.
SCW: Ariana did you forget that I could easily write you in a fluffy, frilly, bow and lace covered dress.
Ariana: oh….um….shoot, y-you wouldn't do t-that would you? N-not to your favorite OC r-right
SCW: *Whips out random laptop* Go on punk, try me. *Ariana whimpers in corner*
CHAPTER 2: The Countries Arrive
"We're here." Arthur pulled up to the second house on the left of the small group of houses. It was designed like a townhouse, all of them were.
"France, your house is next door. Though I'm sure you already knew that." Arthur glared at Francis while he stepped out of the car. Francis and Matthew followed suit. Arthur dodged another hug from Francis and quickly strode into the decent sized house. Francis pouted and, after saying goodbye to Matthew, he walked over to his temporary house.
Matthew tightened his grip on Kumajiro and followed Arthur. A quick glance at his wristwatch told him Alfred would arrive in half an hour. Matthew closed the ornate door behind him, after removing his shoes he padded over to the dining room.
"Canada, would you like some tea?" Arthur asked as he located a small teapot, he filled it with hot water to speed the boiling process along.
"Yes please." Matthew replied while he sat down in a wooden chair that creaked under his and his small polar bears weight. Fifteen minutes later two tea cups were filled with steaming tea. Arthur moved out to the back patio after making sure Matthew didn't need anything. For the next twenty minutes everything was peaceful and quiet. Matthew nodded to Arthur as he passed the Canadian and went upstairs presumably to his study. A little later Matthew finished his tea and was putting the cup in the sink just as the door slammed open.
"Iggy! Mattie, the hero has arrived!" A certain American shouted as the door closed behind him. Upstairs Arthur groaned, he let his head fall to the desktop in front of him. He had hoped that Alfred would be tired from the jetlag but it didn't seem like the deities were on his side.
"Mattie, where's Iggy?" Alfred asked as soon as he spotted his caramel haired half brother.
"Why can't you ever get my name right you git. It's either England or Arthur, not Iggy….or Artie before you try that." Arthur scolded from his study. Alfred glanced up before grinning. He went upstairs skipping two steps at a time before looking down the hallways. As soon as he saw the study door open he dashed toward it. Just as Arthur opened the door the much larger and heavier American pounced on him. They fell to the floor with a loud thud. Arthur groaned and opened his eyes to glare at the taller man. Only to find Alfred's face extraordinarily close. A light blush dusted the Englishman's pale skin.
"Get off of me, you're heavy." He said turning his head away from the blue eyed blonde. Alfred didn't listen, instead he stared at the expanse of creamy skin that had suddenly been gifted to his eyes.
"Oh hey I got you something." Alfred said as he rolled off the blonde below him, somewhat reluctantly. Arthur stood up and dusted his sweater vest off. His expression said angry and annoyed but his eyes said curious and annoyed.
"It's not something like coffee is it?" Arthur fixed his shirt while glaring at Alfred. Alfred shook his head to clear his mind of less than appropriate images and answer at the same time.
"No better." He grabbed Arthur's wrist and started tug him out the door. Arthur reluctantly followed glaring at him all the while. Alfred dragged the Englishman downstairs to his suitcase where he finally let go of the slender wrist of his former caretaker.
"Hang on let me get it out." He opened his carryon bag and dug through until he found the shirt and pulled it out. "Go put it on, I wanna see it!" Alfred thrust the shirt into Arthur's hands and pointed to a bathroom door.
"Wha-" Arthur yelped as Alfred shoved him towards the bathroom.
"Hurry up, I wanna see what it looks like on you!" Alfred grinned as Arthur complied ,grudgingly. Arthur shut the door in Alfred's face and sighed. He put the shirt on the beige marble counter. He pulled his sweater vest off his white undershirt before removing that as well. He placed the shirts down on the counter than picked up the shirt Alfred gave him. Finally he took a look at the shirts design and he froze.
"Iggy hurry up! I wanna see!" Alfred's voice broke his thoughts. Arthur put the shirt on and opened the door. Alfred just stared as Arthur came out. The shirt hung off Arthur's smaller frame, it stopped at his upper thighs and risked slipping off one of his shoulders. It looked more like a nightshirt then a regular everyday shirt. Arthur had a very light blush on his cheeks, and a scowl on his lips.
"You bleedin' git how big do you think I am!" Arthur growled trying to adjust the shirt as best as he could. Which wasn't much, it was just too big. Alfred didn't say a word instead he stared, he couldn't help but grin slightly. It was comical to see the elder nation so adamantly to cover himself. The sudden expanse of snow white skin was just a bonus. A bonus Alfred very much liked and he didn't want to deny that he wanted to see more. They stayed like that for another minute, Alfred staring and Arthur fidgeting, before a cough directed their attention to other person in the room.
"The shirt l-looks very nice on you England." Matthew said quietly. Alfred turned back to Arthur whose face had brightened with a deeper blush. Arthur noticed Alfred's hard stare and scowled though it had very little effect on the American.
"What are you looking at stop staring at me you git!" Arthur growled and turned around to go back into the bathroom. A large hand grabbing his wrist stopped him. Arthur turned, blush still firmly in place albeit a bit lighter. "What?"
"You should leave it on. It looks cool." Alfred stated. He didn't let go even when Arthur pulled at his hand.
"Why? Did you even wash this before forcing me to wear it?" Alfred snickered at Arthur's slightly higher pitched voce.
"You sound like a girl; and you aren't even in your female form." Alfred said referring to Anne, Arthur's female version. Every country had a certain spot on their bodies that would turn them into the opposite gender. It also acted as the countries Achilles heel (1), one wrong move in that area could paralyze a country with excruciating pain. Almost no one knew where Arthur's spot was, those that did used it to their advantage. Francis in particular.
Speaking of said French nation, Arthur was so busy trying to pry his wrist out of Alfred's tight grip he didn't notice the perverted nation sneaking up on him. Alfred didn't either he was too busy keeping Arthur in his grip. Francis took his chance and reached out to Arthur's waist. He pinched the left side of his waist and the small island nation froze and eeped. A flash of emerald green later and a smaller wrist was suddenly in Alfred's hand. The height stayed the same but the body was more slender and appeared much more fragile. Hi-her hair had grown down past her shoulders, cascading in a delicate waterfall of gold. The shirt was nearly falling off the rounder and smaller shoulders.
"France you bloody bastard!" her voice had gained a couple octaves as well. From Alfred's point of view Anne was hot. She glared past her non changed long dark blonde lashes at Francis.
"Ah, Anne it has been a long time, non?" Francis replied smoothly dodging a fist that Alfred had let go of.
"You have no right to call me that you bastard." Anne scowled, citric green eyes burning angrily. Alfred and Francis snickered. Anne turned her anger on Alfred and Matthew who had been silently watching from his spot near Alfred.
"If you even think of using this to your advantage or tell anyone about this I'll rip your vital regions off and shove them down your throats, understand." Under her demonic gaze Matthew quickly nodded. Alfred just kept grinning.
"Francis change me back, now. You know I can't." Anne turned her large green eyes back to Francis. The use of Francis's human name made them freeze, it was very rare for Arthur to use human names yet Anne seemed to not mind using them.
"If you say my name again and add a please I may just turn you back." Francis replied slyly.
"What! I am not begging to a perverted frog like you," Anne turned pleading eyes to Matthew totally bypassing Alfred. "Matthew would you be so kind as to help me change back, please." She pouted sweetly, Matthew hesitantly nodded and started forward. Alfred grabbed his half brothers arm stopping him.
"Why? It's not like much changed, you look like a girl no matter what form you're in." Alfred said grinning. One of Anne's thinner eyebrows twitched, then she punched him in the gut has hard as she could. All her hand met was solid muscle. Alfred broke out laughing.
"Were you trying to hurt me with that tap? Dang if you're that weak now I'd hate to see how strong you are in guy form." He got out in between laughs. Matthew slipped his hand out of Alfred's weaker grip and lightly, hesitantly, pinched Anne's left side allowing her to change back into a him.
"Thank you Canada, at least someone has manners." Arthur turned on his heels back to the bathroom. Matthew hid his face in Kumajiro's soft fur to avoid Francis's and Alfred's annoyed pouts.
"Oh and…" Arthur wheeled around and punched Alfred in the stomach hard, much harder than Anne's hit. Alfred winced in pain and clutched his stinging stomach.
"I'm stronger than I look." Arthur smirked and strolled back into the bathroom. Francis snickered while Matthew winced sympathetically. Almost every country that ever crossed Arthur's path had been on the receiving end of one of Arthur's punches. Most of them agreed that they hurt…a lot.
A few minutes later Arthur reemerged from the bathroom with his regular outfit on. Alfred, after seeing this, sulked for the rest of the day. His mood only darkened as more and more nations began to arrive. That meant that the European nations attention wasn't on him, the hero. Not that he cared! No of course not. Of course he wasn't jealous when Japan's personification, Kiku, and China's personification, Yao, came over for tea and made Arthur laugh. No, he couldn't have been.
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SCW: well there you have it chapter 2, don't worry everything will pick up from here, Andy will make a reappearance, and Romania will finally arrive. She is a female nation because there are like little to no female nations in Hetalia. Don't worry she's pretty cool. And she doesn't call me dippy.
Ariana: THIS IS CRUEL AND UNSUSUAL PUNISHMENT! I DEMAND A RETRIAL! This thing itches in places I never thought possible… you sadistic nerd.
SCW: that's it I'm changing your hair pink. Say bye bye to that lovely black hair of yours.
Ariana: NOOO FOR ALL THAT IS HOLY PLEASE, SOMEONE GRAB HER LAPTOP! *Tortured screams are heard in distance*
