Sup me Homies?! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have been pretty busy. How's things going so far? What's yous been writing?
Sorry. I was trying urban. Doesn't work. I thought of making Norway sound urban, then I decided I needed psychological help. Can anyone try a Norway urban oneshot for me, just too see how that sounds? :D haha. Anyway, i will try to keep writing, people seem to like the Nordics, yes? Who does?
Well I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Thanks again! I do not own the works of Hetalia nor its characters, both of these things have seemed to stop appearing, episodes in all. What is happening?!
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Continued from last chapter~~~
Skylar came out from her and Nol's room, whipping her hair up into a messy bun and slipping on her boot slippers. "Nol! Hurry up or all of the food will be gone!" Without looking, she tripped over Matthias and tumbled to the floor. "Okay OWWW!"
Just then, Nol came out of the room to she Matthias and Skylar sprawled out on the hallway floor in pain, and the other four of the NQ were cracking up.
"Get the boot from Mr. R again, Matthias?" Nol asked.
The boy nodded as he got up. "Literally."
The two girls were like big sisters to the four, now the five. They were basically the only ones on that floor of the orphanage. Emil examined his surroundings, growing a tiny bit dizzy, not knowing why. His minds eye watched as little thoughts and feelings floated around the air from his friends. He blinked his eyes some, then Nol spotted him.
The girl swept Emil up, holding him with one arm and holding a hand out to him with the other. "Oh my god, you are awesome by the way, totes. I'm Nol, and you're Emil, right?"
Emil took the girls hand, and shook it, nodding. "hi."
Skylar got, up, trying to pop her back. "Thanks for helping me bro." She said to Nol, popping her newly bruised spine
They all walked down the hallway, and they reached the staircase, most of them moaned, knowing it would be a long way down the multiple flights.
A devious grin spread across Matthias's face. "Chicken Races!"
It was usual for Skylar to carry Berwald down the starsw, it being dangerous due to his blindness. She picked him up in a piggy back ride, and poised for the race. Toni kind of squeaked in fear and ran down the flights of stairs before disaster could come from this. Matthias turned to (not urban) Lukas and the smaller boys eyes filled with fear. "No! Matthias! You will NOT AaHH!" Lukas objected, but Matthias already had him firmly mounted on his back. "I'm gonna die."
"I've got Emil!" Nol declared, and securely got Emil onto her back. He was real scared now.
The three teams got ready at the beginning of the downward stair case. "Ready, Steady, GO!" Matthias yelled, and like a gunshot the teams sprinted, going multiple steps at a time, full speed. They bumped and rushed, yelled and went spiraling down the flights nonstop. Emil looked over, and watched as they passed Matthias and Lukas, who was screaming in terror of the reckless Matthias.
Emil looked to the other side and watched as they passed Skylar and Berwald, the boy showed no emotion at all, but Emil could tell, he was nervous. Only he could of course.
Nol was so fast the world around Emil seemed to flash before his eyes, next thing he knew, they were on the last level in first place. Matthias and Lukas came seconds later, and then Skylar and Berwald. They all panted, except for Nol, who set Emil down, gave him a high five, and did her victory dance. "TAKE THAT SUCKERS!"
The group led Emil through a couple rooms until they reached two large wooden doors, that seemed to vibrate with the sound behind it. When Skylar and Nol opened the doors, it all hit Emil like a ton of bricks. There were a couple of long tables filled with kids. Yells and shouts surrounded the floating thoughts and feelings that seemed to sink in to Emil like he was some sort of magnet. The roof was high, but it felt like every inch of space in existence was being filled with crowded, cloudy confusion. Emil's mind hurt, every hair on his body was on end. He became very dizzy, and squeezed his eyes shut. He could hear the physic and mental voices in his years, sounding like static mixed with broken glass.
The whole room seemed to freeze, was silent and movement less. He began to make out the thoughts as they whispered in his ears.
"Who is that kid?"
"Why is he doing that?"
"What's that thing doing here?"
"Oh great, another damn kid that will be cute enough to be adopted before me."
"Can someone get me more waffles already."
"The boy is so small, he won't make it a week."
Emil peaked his teary eyes open and was greeted by a large crowd of cynical faces of boys and girls. He woke up, really woke up. This was the place he had been sent to, by his mother. All of the kids were unwanted too, but Emil knew, it wasn't the way he was unwanted.
Emil watched as Elizaveta appeared from the kitchen door, wearing an apron and carrying trays off food in her arms. She saw Emil at the head of the room, all alone. "Oh Emil!" She smiled in greeting. "Good morning. Kids- this is…"
But he was gone. Emil ran as fast as his feet could carry him, he ran though doors and rooms, and right out the front door of the orphanage. The crowded thoughts that surrounded him faded away and all that was left was his utter worry. He ran halfway down the smooth cobblestone path and turned around, trapped in the shadow of the large orphanage before him. It was vast, and different, and he didn't have a clue in the world on how to take all of it in.
But looking around, he realized there was not another building, road, no one to save him. All he had was this orphanage, Elizaveta, and his new friends. The word sounded strange in his mind. He had never seen this many people, much less been acquaintances with them. Emil silently walked up the home's steps once more, but was not about to return back to that meal room. He had lost his appetite, yet hadn't eaten in a day. He headed back to their bedroom, where he would curl up and go back to sleep, hopefully just disappearing.
For the next couple weeks, Elizaveta brought Emil's food up to him, thinking he was just claustrophobic around the other kids. That's one way to put it. When the time came Emil taught himself how to block out the thoughts of the other orphans, concentrating on his food so hard, everything else was just a low buzz in the back of his mind. It was like having his own glass dome around him.
He grew into the NQ, who were extremely inseparable. They often played outside, sword fighting with sticks and killing random bugs they saw. Bernard and Toni would climb trees, Berwald tapping a stick to the truck, listening for the echo carefully to know where the next branch was. It was quite amazing how well he could hear, it fit with his partners quiet voice like two puzzle pieces. Matthias and Lukas were always together, getting into trouble for Matthias's ideas. One day, he had dropped a balloon full of paint out of their window and a large group of kids had blue splattered hair for a week.
Emil, being the odd number out of the group, spent most of his time off to the side on his own, not that he minded it. It gave him time to be alone, think about things going on in his mind, rather than worrying and hearing everyone else's. He didn't know why or how he could hear and read others. No one else seemed to be able to. What was it? He never stopped wondering. Everyday, he scribbled ideas and pictures down in a notebook from his thoughts and dreams, thoughts he picked up. But not one other person would be able to understand them. But growing Emil knew all too well.
Two years later:
Matthias: 9
Berwald: 9
Lukas:8
Toni:7
Emil:7
Emil tip toed through the empty hallways, careful to step in the right places so the boards wouldn't creek in objection. Through open doors, he could hear and see people sound asleep. Over the years, kids had come and gone; taken and brought back. Older youth had moved out when they turned 18 and on a couple of occasions, teenagers would end up being sent away once they found the girl was pregnant. Emil remembered how Ms. Liz had pleaded to Roderich that they could stay, but of course he didn't listen. It was in his benefit, the parents gone, the baby gone as well, less kids to worry about.
He wandered down the stairs, peering into the passing windows to see the violet glow of the rising sun. It matched his eyes. Emil reached the last floor and made his way past Roerich's office, pulling his hood up and making a B-line for the back door. He turned the nob, but heard another door open. He froze and braced himself for the worst.
"Emil?" Elizaveta peeked through the kitchen door, she had flour on her cheeks and stains on her apron.
He was relieve, "I just wanted to get some fresh air, im sorry." He told her. She smiled kindly.
"Today is special." She rubbed her chin, leaning up against the doorway jokingly. "Hmm, I seemed to have forgotten why, hmm."
Emil flushed and rolled his eyes. "I don't know."
"Oh?" She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him in and rubbing her knuckles on the top of his hair. He squirmed away, trying not to laugh. "Happy Birthday, Emil."
"Thanks." He said, and then he got a waft of the aroma inside the kitchen.
"Come on." She lead him into the kitchen, and showed him a large cake she had been making, like she did for all the kids on their birthdays. It had blue and red whipped frosting, with chocolate cake."
"Wow." Was all he could say. "Thanks Liz." He hugged her.
Elizaveta smiled warmly. "You're welcome. You know, I really shouldn't let you eat cake this early, I should make you wait for dinner, but-"She cut a large corner piece of the cake, "I'll make an exception this time."
Emil took the plate and a fork. "You're the best."
She wiped her brow with a sleeve. "Oh, I know." She joked. "Well, off to make breakfast. Enjoy!" With that she disappeared into the pantry.
Emil finished his cake, and headed out the door as the sun came above the horizon. Before anyone could spot him, he rushed across the field into the tree line. He wandered low in the bushes through the trail. His peaceful getaway waited. It was a small cave between some mossy boulders, covered by a bed of leaves. Emil moved the leaves away from the opening, and ducked inside. The room was open, with a flat floor and a ceiling about three feet above Emil's head when she sat down. There was a space between the boulders that brought in a ray of light in the middle of the cave. The best part was, only Emil knew about it. He covered the entrance once again to keep it that way.
Emil took a deep breath, finally alone. He crawled across the crawlspace and reached behind a flat rock that served as a table. He felt the damp worn pages of his book, and pulled it out. The cover was ripped and faded, the pages darkened and waterlogged. Still, he flipped it open, leaned against the side of the cave, enjoying the silence and the light of the rising sun.
(I would so want a hideout like this!)
The sound of an old car ripped Emil out of a light sleep and sent his scurrying up. He rubbed his tired eyes, and figured out he was still in the cave when he hit his head on the top. "oow!" He grunted. He listened to the vehicle as it pulled up to the orphanage. He couldn't explain what he was feeling. It was like he needed to see the car. He tried to turn his attention back to the book, to no avail. He reluctantly gave in to the urge and peaked through the leaves covering the entrance.
A long black car came screeching into the drive, and from several yards away the sound made him cringe. Emil watched as the back door opened and out climbed a boy, looking about his own age. It was like Emil was caught in that second, like the world seemed to freeze and close in on the stranger. Suddenly, the car revved up and went shooting away before the boy was fully out of the vehicle. It left a trail of dust behind it and tossed the boy to the ground with his bag. He hit the gravel, and gave the outgoing car the finger. From the distance, he heard the boy yell something Emil couldn't make out, probably a swear. The anger almost radiated off of the stranger as he stood up, and dusted himself off.
The boy had silk black hair that was shoulder length, light brown skin, and was well built. Emil assumed he played sports. For some reason, Emil was intrigued. He wanted to introduce himself to the stranger, get to know him. Why? He had never given a crap about the newcomers before.
Suddenly, to Emil's surprise, the boy turned, kept turning, until he stopped abruptly, face looking right in Emil's direction. The strangers face seemed to soften, and his head cocked to one side. He couldn't possibly—See him, could he? From that distance, and how low Emil was, it was as good as impossible. Yet, he looked right through the trees, eyes almost pouring into Emil's mind, as if eye contact could be made. The boy turned away, as if he had caught Emil staring awkwardly, (which he was), and walked up to the orphanage doors.
Emil couldn't wrap his head around it. All he knew, was that he needed to know the strangers name, and who he was. The urge was all too great.
I liked this chapter, I hope you did as well. Sorry it was a bit long. Thanks for reading!