DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.
Unnamed Female Character
I hobble in the meeting room. Japan, as I learned, had me sit in the seat beside him. Reluctantly I took his offer, I watched as people poured in the room. But on person caught my eye, it was Freddy! I must be seeing things, a few minutes later Deane. I walked up and we gather in a group hug. Cautious of wounds, we sat in a corner away from the countries.
"Where have you been?" I whispered.
"America" Freddy whispers back.
"England" Deane replies.
"How bad are you all hurt?" trying to prioritize.
"America treated me, but while probably have to hang low for a while."
"England, wraps really tightly." sometimes I forget how sensitive Deane is.
"I agree with Freddy, but where are we going to hang out. To people in this time period we just appeared out of thin air."
"Well we kinda did."
"Thanks Deane." I said sarcastically.
"Well this world seems so perfect." Freddy says trying to brighten spirits.
"Indeed, it's quite beautiful."
"All the emotion messes with my head." I sigh, Deane had shown little emotion, other than his typical cynical attitude. It had been this way since our parents murder. Only one of my parents was murdered, the parent I got most of my genes from. But they wanted power and Germany refused and the rest is too dark. Deane begins to stare into my amber eyes with great intent.
"Do you always have to think like that, try loosening up for a change."
"And that will be the day Germany is defeated."
I look at Freddy for help, but he doesn't meet my eyes.
"Hey get over here!" a young man with wild, dirty blonde hair, a bomber jacket and jeans yells over at us.
"That's America." Freddy sighs. Deane gives him a quick look of sympathy, the two were so close I felt like the odd man out. I tried hard at first to get Deane's acceptation but gave up as it proved futile. I lightly scowled at the thought of going to sit at the table, I had limited knowledge of these countries.
"So what are you names?" asked Japan.
We looked at each other, but I shook my head no.
"I'm sorry we can't say." I answer.
"Why the bloody (insert underworld name here) not!?" a man with messy extremely blonde hair in a green military uniform with an unrecognizable accent burst out.
"It's okay, mon ami." another man with long wavy blonde hair with another accent confronted the first.
"Get off me Frogface and I am not your mon ami!" the first spat.
"This first is England and the second is France." Deane whispers, "I had to put up with the two for like two hours. They non stop fight."
"Aww man, that's bad." At this time the meeting room exploded into insults and fighting.
"SILENCE!" Germany screams, "America why have you called us here!?"
"Ah, yes," at this time he starts to approach us. I stand up to hold my ground.
"Where did you come from? Y'all don't say much. Don't you think your parents are worried?"
Freddy stands up beside me, and Deane on the other side, "Our parents aren't among the living." Freddy says solemnly.
Germany huffs, "So did you get into a street fight?"
"Huh?" Deane asks.
"You know gangs, robbers, that sort of thing." the three of us exchange glances, like telepathy we know we have to agree to prevent detection.
"I guess." I speak up.
"But I don't know how you get so beat up from a street fight." England says.
"Umm"
"Why worry them?" a tall man with a large nose and a scarf says.
"We just want information." France says. He pushes America out-of-the-way gently. Then he takes my hand and kisses it! I yank it back, wincing forgetting about the forearm cut.
"It's okay, belle." I can feel Freddy tensing beside me.
"What is your name?"
I close my eyes, feeling sick. I had a name given to me by my Dad, Germany, but when he murdered my mother I ditched my name.
"I don't have one." I felt Deane put a hand on my shoulder.
The whole room seemed taken aback.
"Do the two of you have names?" England asked.
The two boys looked at each other, then shook their heads yes.
This is the longest dang chapter I've ever written, 754 words without author's notes, 836 with. I find this to be absolutely hilarious, they're all children of 2p countries, Freddy being England, Deane being America. And they ended up the opposite of their 2p counterparts, if you see what I'm saying. I took a fall during soccer and scraped myself in four places. Inside right forearm, outside left forearm close to the elbow, left hip, and right knee, so convenient. Leave a comment.