I Want Someone
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters, I do, however own the actual people I know in this story. Yes, they are not their own persons, they belong to me. And I love them!
I also do not own Pokémon
A/N: I will refer to Netherlands as "Willem" since he does not have an official name and my bestie who is Dutch/American likes that name for him :)
[Chapter 4] — Enjoying Time With Friends, Part One
The three friends walked out of the front door. Alfred ran to the car, yelling, "I call driving!" Reagan and Matthew look at each other in horror.
"Give me the keys," Reagan said as she walked up to her boyfriend.
Alfred looked at her and shook his head childishly. "Fuck to the No, babe! I'M driving!" He yelled, trying to keep the keys away from her. Reagan stood on her tip-toes as she tried to get the keys away from Alfred. Each time, Alfred would continuously move the keys from one hand to the other.
Matthew looked at his brother and Reagan, acting like they always had. It kind of made sense, them getting together. Even if he did have a little romantic feelings towards her, after all it is kind of hard not to develop some kind of romantic feelings towards a girl you have known for about six or so years, Matthew always kind of knew Alfred and her would end up together. Matthew smiled sweetly as the two morons continued to screw around. He pulled out his keys from his pocket and unlocked the car and hopped in. "H-hey… g-guys. Can we… j-just go? I-I'll drive," Matthew shyly said.
Reagan and Alfred stopped what they were doing and looked at Matthew, who was sitting in the driver's seat, with the window rolled down. They both looked each other in the eyes before Reagan shoved past Alfred and booked it to the passenger's side front seat. Alfred regain his balance and ran after her, around the front of the car and neared her quickly. "SHOTGUN!" She screamed as she opened the door and plopped into the seat, slamming the door shut and locking it just in the nick of time. Alfred tried fruitlessly to open the front door and claim shotgun for himself. Reagan stuck her tongue out at Alfred as she motioned for him to sit in the back. "Nyah! I win, loser!"
Alfred opened the back door, behind Reagan and got into the car. "Dammit Ray! Shotgun was mine!"
Reagan giggled and looked back at him, while putting on her seatbelt. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course it was, Alfie," she sarcastically said. Again, she stuck her tongue out at him, also winking at him.
"Whatever, Matthew, just drive," Alfred grumbled.
Reagan smiled and pulled out her phone. "Anybody against listening to some Black Veil Brides?" She asked with a huge smile on her face.
Matthew shrugged as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway. "I don't care, Rea… do what you want," he stated with a cute smile.
"God! You are sooo fucking cute, Matt! Stop it! Anyways, whaddya say, Al? Wanna listen?" Reagan gushed then asked, looking back over the seat at Alfred.
Alfred was still sulking at losing shotgun to Reagan. "I don't care…" he mumbled.
Reagan pouted as she plugged the AUX cord into her phone and started playing Black Veil Brides. "Don't be upset Al, I promise I'll make it up to you! Okaaaaay?" She promised.
"You'd better," Alfred said in his cute grumpy tone.
OH, MIO, DIO! Al is sooo cute when he's acting like a pissed off kid! Reagan thought to herself as her favorite song, In The End, came on. Immediately, she turned the radio up to thirty-two. She sang along, trying to coax the brothers into singing with her. She knew that they both knew that song, she just had to coax them into it. It did not work and soon, Reagan gave up on it, until Alfred started singing with her. God, she wanted to hit him. Little bastard, waiting until she had given up. Reagan soon let it go as everyone in the car began singing as the song neared its end. Once the song was over, she smiled. "You assholes, waiting until I gave up on trying to make you guys sing with me!" She exclaimed as she turned the radio down so that they could all have a conversation.
Alfred snickered, "Serves you right for taking shotgun."
"Shuddup Alfred!" Reagan teased.
"H-hey, don't fight," Matthew sheepishly interjected.
Reagan smiled. "I'm not gonna degrade myself by fighting with him, Mattie," she teased again, winking at Alfred, "You know I'm kidding, I love you Al."
Alfred crossed his arms and just looked at her. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course you do. Matthew! Can you believe her?! Here she's claiming to love me and she's being so mean to me!" The American whined to his brother.
This caused Reagan to laugh hysterically, snorting here and there. "Oh, my God Al! I love you so much, dude! You're such a kid! Which is one of the reasons why I love ya, ya moron," Reagan said sweetly as she wiped away some laughter-induced tears.
Alfred looked at her and finally, he cracked a smile. He was faking the whole time, for some unknown reason not even he, himself, knew. That American was always weird in that way. "I love you, too, Ray!" He exclaimed with his wide grin.
Matthew chuckled to himself as he pulled into a parking place at the mall they were going to hang out at. "We are here guys," he announced as he put the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the car.
"Yay!" Reagan squealed as she exited the car, looking around for her fluffy-haired best friend, Mariette. "Where are they, Mattie?" She then asked the Canadian. Alfred got out of the car and tickled Reagan. With a loud shriek followed by laughter, Reagan was almost literally rolling on the pavement as Alfred continued to tickle her.
"This is your punishment for taking shotgun!" He exclaimed as he continued to tickle her.
Tears streaked down her face as she had a hard time catching her breath. "A-Al~ S-stop! I-I… can't… bre…breath…" she huffed in between laughter.
Just then, a familiar voice ran out, "Reagan! Hi!"
Alfred stopped tickling Reagan. Reagan stopped laughing as soon she heard the voice. Moving away from Alfred, Reagan ran towards the voice. "MURMUR!" She yelled as she attacked Mariette with a hug. "I missed you!"
Mariette was taken by surprise by the hug and nearly fell down, if it wasn't for Andrew and another man catching her. "I haven't been anywhere for you to miss me, Rea, but I missed you too?" she said with a sweet, but confused smile.
Reagan looked up to see a man she did not know. Moving away from the hug, she pointed to unknown man. "Who dat?" She asked, looking the man up and down, making sure he was not a threat. "And yes you have! You've been at work, so you haven't had any time to hang out with me, Al and Mattie," she said in a pouty voice, looking at Mariette.
"This is Willem, he's from the Netherlands," Mariette introduced. "Willem, this is my best friend, Reagan Evans. And the two boys are also close friends of mine, Alfred F. Jones and his brother, Matthew Williams."
Willem gave a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Reagan. You two, as well, Alfred and Matthew," he said monotone-esque.
"WOW! He's from the Netherlands? Like your dad?" Reagan asked, her blue eyes looked at Willem with admiration embedded in them.
Mariette nodded. "Yep!"
"COOOL!" Reagan squealed. She always loved meeting people from foreign countries. Never quite knowing why she was so into meeting people from a different country, all she knew was it was a rush for her.
Alfred walked over to Mariette and ruffled her hair. "Ey Squirt," he said.
Mariette sighed and fixed her hair. "Dammit Alfred, what have I told you about calling me that?!" She exclaimed, shoving the American's shoulder.
Alfred chuckled and poked Mariette in the cheek. "Does it look like the hero cares about what you told me about what to call you, Squirt," he stated simply, continuing to poke the Dutch girl.
"Matt, do ya think you could get your brother to stop poking me?" She asked.
"I can try…" Matthew shyly said, "H-hey, Al, how about you s-stop poking Mariette."
Alfred stopped poking Mariette and looked at his brother, then back at Mariette. "Still have to get Matt to help you, huh, Squirt?" He asked as he went back to poking her.
Reagan noticed what Alfred was doing and slapped his hand. "Boy, knock it off! Murmur indirectly asked for ya ta stop. Respect her," she said as she glowered at her boyfriend, "and stop it."
A slight whimper escaped the hero's lips as his girlfriend looked at him in a very menacing way. "S-sorry," he whispered.
Reagan then smiled and kissed his cheek. "It's ok Al. You know I don't like you picking on Murmur sometimes," she said sweetly, trying to make up for scaring him. "ANYWAYS! Let's go have fun!" She exclaimed happily, punching the air. Then she began walking off in the direction of the Great American Cookie shop.
Matthew smiled and followed Reagan, chuckling at her. "Oui!" He exclaimed, walking beside her. Soon after the Canadian and American girl began walking away, everyone else followed.
Mariette laughed at something Willem had said. Reagan, Matthew and Andrew talked about Pokémon. Alfred was walking behind everyone, being unusually quiet, jealously began to boil in his blood. He did not even know why he was getting jealous, it was just his brother and Andrew talking to Reagan. Then, Reagan looked back with a cute smile. Was she looking at Alfred? Oh he hoped she was. He hoped she was going to tell him to come to her side.
"So~ Willem, what brings you to America?" She asked the Dutchman. Alfred felt crushed, did Reagan forget he was there or something? How could she forget her boyfriend?
Willem looked up from Mariette and gazed at the American girl giving him a warm smile. He shrugged, "I came here to visit my favoriete vriend, natuurlijk. Why else would I come here."
Reagan looked at him as he spoke his native tongue, one she was not used to. She looked as Mariette as if asking, The hell did he say? Mariette caught that look and translated, "Favoriete vriend is favorite friend. Natuurlijk is of course."
"I could've used logic for the first phrase but the second one. Thanks for translating Murmur! Awww, so you came all this way, just for Murmur? Or did you come to see Lillah too?"
"Yeah. Ik kwam voor beide," the Dutchman said with a shrug of his shoulders.
Before Reagan even asked, Mariette was already translating, "I came for both is what he said."
Reagan smiled and turned back to face the two Dutch folk. "¡Me encanta! Willem, eres un amor," she said affectionately in Spanish, then quickly added a translation, "It means, 'I love it! Willem, you are a sweetheart'."
Willem smiled and said, "Dankjewel."
Reagan knew some German and she heard "dank" which sounded like "danke", which meant "thank you". With a smile, she said, "Sei il benvenuto, signore!"
Willem was amazed that she knew two different, foreign languages. He looked at Mariette and asked, completely confused, "How does she know Spanish and Italian?"
Mariette laughed and patted Willem's shoulder. "She knows some French, too. Thanks to Matthew," she said, throwing the Dutchman for a loop.
"Wat?!" He exclaimed in amazement, looking back up at Reagan, who had turned back around facing frontwards again.
Mariette was entertained by his actions. Snickering, she questioned, "What's wrong, Willem? Did you not ever think I could ever know someone who knows three foreign languages? You might not be able to tell it now, but soon you will. Then, you'll understand why she knows Italian."
The fellow Dutch just looked at the back of Reagan's head, dumbfounded and intrigued. "This girl is interesting, isn't she?" He asked, glancing over at the fluffy-haired Dutch woman beside him.
Mariette nodded, looking at the bubbly dirty blonde in front of her. "Yeah, she really is. And the closer you get to her, the crazier and more interesting she gets," she said affectionately. "We should get into their conversation!" She then exclaimed.
Alfred grew increasingly jealous when Reagan was talking to Willem. Becoming especially jealous when he heard Willem say to Mariette that his girlfriend was intriguing… even though everyone knew she was. It just annoyed him to hear a guy they just met say that about her. Just then, he got an idea. With a devilish smirk, he ran to Reagan's side, grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him, stopping her mid-sentence as she was saying something to Matthew. That action caused Reagan to blush bright red. She had not expected that from Alfred. After a moment, she went back to what she was saying.
"… anyways, as I was saying. Yeah, I try to keep my team having as many type advantages as I possibly can… actually, balanced is a better word. Because if one Pokémon doesn't have a certain type coverage, another in my party will. For example, Diantha, my wonderful Gardevior, has quite the bit of coverage, in fact I think she has the most coverage of my whole Alpha Sapphire team! With Fighting, Ghost, Poison, Water, Ground, Psychic, Rock, Dragon, and Dark-type coverages I am positive that she does, in fact, have the most coverage," she said pridefully as she mentioned Diantha.
Matthew's eyes widened. "Wow! How did you get that much coverage with just one Pokémon?" He asked.
"Yeah, that is an impressive amount of type advantages," Andrew and Mariette said in unison.
Reagan looked at all of them with a smile and she rubbed the back of her head. "I-I don't really know how exactly I ended up with that much coverage with Diantha. I-it kinda just happened that way. I knew I would have Ghost coverage with Shadow Ball so I had her learn that, the rest of her type advantages just came as a surprise," she answered honestly.
Alfred continued to hold her close to him by her waist, keeping her by his side. It was as if he was trying to keep her from someone. "That is ass-load of coverages, babe!" He exclaimed, a bit behind the rest of them, as he was thinking solely of trying to make sure everyone knew Reagan was his.
The American girl looked up at Alfred with a smile that tugged at his heart-strings. "Yeah… it is, isn't Alfie~? I'm telling you, Diantha is one of my favorite Pokémon, ever! Ever since I was a kid playing XD: Gale of Darkness. I mean, in Alpha Sapphire, she means as much to me as my fire starter Pokémon, Flare, does… since I did catch her when I was first starting out on my journey through the revamped Hoenn Region," she said, clearly with an incredible amount of affection towards her Pokémon. But then again, what Pokémon Master does not feel large amounts of love and pride towards all of their Pokémon? One that does not truly care for their Pokémon, that is for sure.
Alfred wanted to kiss her forehead, but they were all still walking, so he decided to wait. They all parked forever away from the Great American Cookie shop. He thought of a really corny thing to say to her, seeing how highly she thought of and how much love she showed her Pokémon. What the hell, might as well go for it, he thought to himself. He lowered his head to her ear and whispered, "Then I guess you are to me what Flare and Diantha are to you… you are my starter Pokémon and I love you like no other."
Reagan blushed at his words and whispered back, "B-but… I love all my Pokémon, Al! N-not just Flare and Diantha! I'm just especially proud of them, they both have been the head of my party since the beginning."
Alfred loved it when she blushed, especially now that they were dating. He whispered in a lower voice, "But you are my fire starter, babe. And no matter what you say, you know the bond between you and your starter Pokémon are very strong. So, you are my beautiful and charming, sassy natured female Charmander. My Charmander, who I am very prideful of."
A shiver went down her back as he called her his Charmander, her face turned towards the ground, trying to hide her blush from the others. "…y-you… s-stuzzicare accidenti…" she whispered almost silently. Alfred did not understand what she had said, but he was sure it had something to do with "teasing" her and he smirked. Thanks to gravity, her bangs eventually fell around her face, creating a veil.
"Rea…? Are you ok?" Matthew asked worriedly. "Your face is really red, do you feel ok?"
Reagan was about to say something when Alfred cut her off, "Yeah! She's fine, bro! Right, Ray?"
Looking over at her obnoxious boyfriend, she gritted her teeth and pinched Alfred's cheek. With that being done, she turned towards everyone else and said, "Yeeh. I'm fine Mattie, thanks for worrying about me. It's just really hot out here, and y'know how red I get when I get hot. We should hurry to the Cookie shop!"
"Yeah. Agreed, it is super hot outside today," everyone agreed and they all walked faster towards the store.
A/N: Here are the translations for the words/phrases they did not translate. And also, WHY NOT WITH ALL THE POKÉMON REFERENCES!
"OH, MIO, DIO…" — Italian for "OH, MY, GOD…"
"Oui!" — French for "Yes!"
"Sei il benvenuto, signore!" — Italian for "You are welcome, sir!"
"stuzzicare accidenti" — Italian for "damn tease"
Another thing, If you do not like my story, then please do not read it. Do not review on it. I do not have time for haters and their shite, ok? Okay. Thanks, don't be immature about things guys. Please keep in mind that I am NOT forcing you guys to read this. I mainly put this up for my best friend, so please retrain from the rude or misunderstanding reviews.