Chapter 3

Roxanne's Point of View

1 Month Later…..

(Warnings: Swearing and we do not own Hetalia. It is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. The only thing we own are the OCs and the story.)

Really? A party? I don't know if I could handle parties. They were so, well I don't know, busy? Wild? Crazy? My friends had no problem with the fact there was a party tonight. Well, that was kind of their fault. I'm not blaming them. It's just something I can't explain. I look around the mansion, hoping that I won't get embarrassed. I always mess up. Even if I try not to. I go down the stairs as slowly as I can until my limbs freeze up on me. Voices. Ohno. Them fighting now? Won't Caterina come seperate them? It was Arthur and Alfred, not to far from where I was. I hate fighting. Please. I don't want to be involved. That means I wait till they move. "You've got to be proper. Why the bloody hell do you get all nice and then dirty up again?" Arthur shouted. Alfred was on the calmer side. "Hey look dude, when you are hungry, you eat something. Am I wrong?" Silence. "Well, wash up then and come back. Clean." Arthur turned away and I saw Alfred go to his room. I sighed and started down again. I heard Kayara downstairs with Caterina. Arthur started to talk with Caterina, mostly. He barely talked to Kayara. Maybe it was because she was too much like Alfred. Who knew? I certainly didn't. They were talking about that some others were coming. Well, of course. It wasn't going to be a nice party with just us, was it? I scolded myself. I finally made my way down the stairs when there was knocking at the door. Alfred came down and joined in, noticing the door.

"Hey! I bet it's them!"Alfred cried out, shattering the quiet conversations going on. He didn't seem affected by the fight earlier. He strides up to the door and it clicks open. "Yo dudettes, thanks for coming! Cool party, yeah?!" He spits loudly to us. I peered over the side to see who was in the doorway. There was this tough guy that scowled at the figures beside him. When I came a little closer, I could see his eyes. "Ack!" I jumped back, startled. Were his eyes…..red? As he came a bit closer, mumbling something in another language, I realized how the color of his eyes stood out. He was paler than the moon in a freezing arctic tundra. His hair looked like silvery strands. He brushed the two next to him aside as if he was a greater force."Move aside, for I am the AWESOME PRUSSIA!" He waltzed into the room, everyone else gazing at him like he was a fool. Instead, he tilted his head up and cast a strange look at something. Which I had no idea what it was. "Ne t'occupe pas de lui." Said someone still in the doorway. He strode up into the house, conflict now stirring in the other part of the house. "Who let that bloody frog in?" Arthur muttered. I don't think that guy heard him. He just fluffed his hair and said, " Mes cheveux ne sont-ils pas merveilleux?" What? Uh, that's really odd. Does he know that I can understand him? Well, maybe not. He turned to everyone and tried to smile charmingly at Kayara and Caterina. Kayara made a greatly disgusted face. I suppressed a giggle deep inside. She didn't have much kindliness towards him, which Arthur obviously had too.

He was cursing and clenching his fists. Caterina was watching his eyebrows carefully. I could see why. I looked at the french-speaking man again. Oh, he's France or Francis. I remember him from the meeting. And that pale guy in the corner is Gilbert. He's Germany's brother, since he is Prussia. The last country stepped in and closed the door with a loud THUMP. "Hola amigos míos, ¿cómo van las cosas?" His hair ruffled with the whoosh of wind that the door had made. He was very calm and laid back, easily ignoring Francis's self-loving energy and Gilbert's frantic 'awesome' talk. I strode over to the stairs, staring up the polished wood. Alfred was walking around greeting the other countries with a "yo" or a "sup". Kayara was busy helping Caterina make Arthur relax. But he seemed to become even tenser. The country who had walked in last ended up being Spain. But he told everyone just to call him Antonio. I sighed, seeing how bad this party was going so far. Or was this how it was supposed to be? If only there was someone I actually have the nerve to talk to. I turn around to observe the sights and sounds again. Hey, where is Matthew? Oh, he probably is hiding away upstairs. Maybe he doesn't like the chatter down here. I wondered if I should go up there and try comfort him. But it ended up being so awkward. That was a month ago, Roxanne. Quit worrying. I wanted to scream at myself. What do I do? Then I noticed that the stairs started to creak. Alfred stopped talking abruptly. My heart jumped very slightly. He's here! I saw him walk quietly down the stairs. He blushed a little. Or maybe it was the light on his face.

"Did you hear that?" Alfred looked up towards the stairs. "Aren't you a dummkopf." Gilbert smirked, eyes flashing like blood in the darkest night. "You're scared of your own bruder." He rolled his eyes. Francis kicked him, earning a scarlet glare. I lurched forward, Kayara and Caterina doing similar motions. Ow. We have to stop them from starting a fight or else it's going to hurt for us. Matthew hurried down, light reflecting off his glasses. It made his eyes more bright and alive. I shivered at the thought of Gilbert's eyes. If anything, he might be my next nightmare. "Amigos, shouldn't we tell them?" Antonio waited till everyone was done whispering their thoughts and were all gathered around in the middle of the room. "Ve vill talk about how AWESOME I am!" Gilbert smiled at Kayara, who shuffled backwards into Alfred. He looked at her and gave an embarrassed look. She said a quick "sorry" to him and tried not to notice him anymore. Now her doing something awkward. I can see her turning a little red standing next to him. Not to be nosey, but maybe she takes a liking to him? I immediately yelled at myself in my head. Well, I feel weird being right by Matthew. So I do have to give Kayara a slight break. Antonio cleared his throat and began to speak.

A/N:(CosmicScalesStudios) I wrote this chapter, although I must credit Times for helping me out. Can't wait for the new twists and turns Times has in store.

Translations(In order+ according to Google Translate)FRENCH: Ne t'occupe pas de lui= Don't mind him. Mes cheveux ne sont-ils pas merveilleux?= Isn't my hair marvelous? SPANISH: Hola amigos míos, ¿cómo van las cosas?= Hello my friends, how are things going? GERMAN: Dummkopf= Idiot