Chapter Four
AN: I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING FOREVER TO UPDATE! I've had this chapter handwritten since…probably August? I was hoping to finish handwriting chapter five before posting this. But since I'm totally stuck in a rut for it and haven't posted a new chapter since September…I figured I should update. I'm really sorry dudes, I thought I'd be better at updating than this. ^^" I suppose not.
This chapter introduces some easily hateable characters, forewarning~! Spell check says apparently hateable isn't a word...Well then…
I OWN NOTHING! Well, other than the characters I made up!
Klocia heard the door slam shut as she finished folding up her shirts. That was the second time in only a few minutes. The teen had deduced the first time it must have been that childish Italian. So that meant the only other person who could have been leaving was the old man. Already? She had only just showed up no more than half an hour ago. It seemed he didn't have the desire to be in her good graces at all.
The honey-blonde looked out her window just in time to see her father climb into a sleek black car before hurriedly driving off.
Hm. The old man seems in a hurry. Klocia mused to herself as she went back to organizing her things. I hope he's late. Mom always said he was a punctuality freak.
A few hours later
Germany's nerves were frenzied as the meeting wrapped up to a close. They had been yanked on high alert since Klocia showed up. They only got worse as the meeting dragged on. Not to mention he was only barely on time. That only had made things a million times worse.
The clock's metronome-like ticking made him feel like he was going to go insane. It made him just feel even more at unease. It felt like a bomb was about to go off and he was the only one who knew. In a way, it was true.
"Okay then." His boss, Andreas Meyer announced. "Anything anyone has to say before he finish?"
Here it was. The moment of truth. The blond took in a shallow breath.
"I…have an important…development. It is actually the reason I took so long to get here."
Germany eyed his boss nervously. Liber Gott, surely he was sweating with each microsecond that passed!
Meyer seemed intrigued and gestured his hand, signaling for his to go on.
"It's a…special problem. A bit of a Verbotfrüchte problem, sir."
Meyer rose his eyebrows in surprise. A Forbidden Fruit? He had never expected that Ludwig of all people would have problems like that.
A gray haired man in the back of the room shot Germany an irritated look. Walter Schneider—the man who had preceded Meyer. Schneider had decided to stay heavily involved in politics much to Ludwig's dismay.
Everyone else in the room was very confused, however. Each country had its own term for relationships with humans —the United States had Area 69, the Italy brothers had Intoccabili, Japan KuroSakura and France Empoisonneur. That term was one of the top secrets, usually known only by the lead authority figure and the country themselves.
Schneider rolled his eyes in disgust.
"This wouldn't happen to be about that Kueper frau again, would it?" He scoffed. "I thought we settled that train-wreck back in my day."
The blond eyed Schneider warily. The man had always made Germany uneasy. He had been good at his job, surely, but something about him was purely intimidating. Of course, bosses were always intimidating due to the sheer amount of power they had over their country. But this man always made Ludwig feel the need to tread lightly.
And it seemed Schneider liked it that way.
Meyer glanced back and forth between the two before clearing his throat.
"We'll talk about this one-on-one." He affirmed solemnly.
Ludwig nodded grimly. With that, everyone in the room seemed ready to drop the subject and go on with the rest of the day.
Except for Walter Schneider.
"Excuse me, sir. I believe that I should be involved in this. I can explain the situation to you and also advise you on how to deal with it." Schneider's authoritative tone made it sound more like an order than a friendly offer. His specialty.
After a few seconds, Andreas nodded.
"Your knowledge and input would be greatly appreciated. Dismissed."
The mass of politicians quickly found their ways out, more than ready to do anything but sit in a meeting. Meyer, Schneider, and Germany remained where they were.
Germany sincerely wished he could die. Be gone right then and there. Dead on the ground. Of course being what he was, that was never going to happen.
Meyer ran a hand through his dark brown hair, disheveling it in the process. As if the stress of the job weren't enough…
"Will one of you explain what this problem is?" He shook his head, not wanting to do with whatever "this" was.
"Sir, it seems…seems that…" Ludwig started, uncharacteristically nervous.
Schneider rolled his eye and snorted.
"Get on with it, Beilschmidt. We don't have until New Year's." The aging man snapped.
"Meine tochter has arrived at my house." The blond quickly spat out the words like a bad taste in his mouth.
"What?!" Meyer's head whipped up, staring wide-eyed at the blond. "Daughter! Beilschmidt! This daughter of your better be one of you!"
Germany looked down at the piece of table in front of him in shame. He was ashamed to be the single country to break the rules this horribly. Humiliated that it was all his fault that they would have to go through all the trouble to fix his mess. Most of all, the way Meyer referred to the countries with such a distaste made him feel like the most useless thing on Earth.
He noticed Schneider's cold glare and slight smirk out of the corner of his eye. All bosses were the same.
Ludwig shook his head no.
"How the hell did this happen?" The brunette growled, face contorting in rage as the second passed.
"I can answer that for you, Andreas." Schneider replied with a condescending glance tossed in Germany's direction. "About sixteen years ago, Beilschmidt got himself hooked to some woman. Disobeying orders and rules, he continued to see her and got the little whore knocked right up. Bitch disappeared off the map for a few months and showed back up with a baby in her arms. Moved off not too long later to the States. I thought that would be the end of the little problem. But it seems not."
The ringing silence that followed Schneider's conclusion grated against Germany's ears. He mentally cursed the man. He described the situation as if it were some inconveniencing, annoying fling pissed him off. There was no way in hell he would have just "hooked up" with someone off the street. He had fallen in love with Liliana Kueper! And even now he was still stuck neck deep in it.
"Beilschmidt, I'm going to have to do something about this. I can't just have my country ruined by your stupid mistakes." Meyer hissed.
The blond desperately just wanted to say no. Just the one simple word and deny the bastard. But even thinking about it denying orders physically hurt him. Humans didn't understand how lucky they were. They could up and say no and refuse to do something. But a country was literally almost unable to. Germany wasn't in charge of himself.
"Ja." He murmured listlessly not looking up. "I understand."
A sharp pain flickered in Germany's head. Suddenly he was staring straight into Meyer's dangerous muddy eyes.
"I want it fixed the way I see fit, Beilschmidt. Got it?" He spat acidly.
"…Ja." The blond said finally and Meyer released his hair.
"Good. About this girl…"
Klocia sneezed as she finally finished setting up all of her things.
"Damn dust…" The honey-blonde murmured even though she had yet to see a speck of such upon entry. The old man really was a clean freak.
The teen sat down on the bed that she was going to use for the time being. (There was no way she was going to refer to it as hers.) She glanced around, dissatisfied with the thought of it all. Honestly, she was worried sick. Her one and only family member was in a coma and she was sitting it up in Europe! She should be right there by her side, waiting for her to wake up!
But you already did that for a week, Klocia. She reminded herself.
Klocia scowled.
Shut up, you damn bitch. Don't tell me that! The blue-eyed yelled back at the thought.
She shook her head. If she kept talking to herself, surely she'd go insane. The teen knew she just needed something to focus on for the time being.
The blonde shuffled through some of her books, a particularly large one catching her eye. It was her encyclopedia of torture devices and systems used throughout the ages. She loved that book. The best kind of torture was mental in her opinion.
Suddenly, Klocia was struck by an idea. She grinned maliciously from ear to ear as she began to formulate as many ways possible to make a certain old man's life miserable. It would take a little observation to get the really great things decided, but this was certainly going to be marvelous.
Klocia's plotting was interrupted as she heard some rummaging and footsteps coming from downstairs. The old man wasn't back yet, that much she knew. So who the hell was making all that noise?
AN: So how was it? Awful? Great? Ooc, could be improved in anyway? Tell me in the reviews please! I appreciate your input!