OMFG I'M BAACCKKK :D
I'm SO SORRY for the ridiculous delay... but I have 2 weeks left until summer break! :D HURRAH! XD
HAZINS. YOU JUST GAVE ME AN IDEA. :D You WILL see it in this chapter... Not to mention the fact that there might not be any abuse here. Oh, yeah. Also, you will see a lame surprise at the end of the chapter too. :3
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BTW. I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers in ANY WAY WHATSOEVER. Because I'm not as Prussian-awesome as Himaruya-sensei. .
Anyway, I think I'll stay quiet for now (keywords: FOR NOW. XD) Here we go~!
Trisha's POV (:3 you'll see...)
"I'm home," I called out, as I slowly opened the creaking wooden door. There was no reply. I sighed with relief. Phew. He's not here. Maybe I'll enjoy life a little more. But his actions aren't really helping Mother... I closed the door.
I put down my bag next to the old gray couch and sat down, sighing once more. If Father wasn't here, things were a little tense in this old house. I looked over to the side, above my bag. The wall's paint was peeling, and the wall seemed to be broken down itself. The lamps were out of light too, and they were close to falling apart. The old, brown cabinets that held our pictures and albums from the old times seemed fine though. Leave it to the antiques to last longer than the house itself. I blinked, and made up my mind. Hopefully Father won't... protest. In a ridiculously abusive way. Really.
Tying up my hair, I went over to the closet next to the bathroom (which was dirty and gross too) and opened it up. Dust greeted me, and I sneezed, waving my hand. After the dust cleared, I took the old broomstick and dustpan. Making my way over to the living room, I began to sweep the floors, sneezing from time to time when the dust billowed up at my face. When I finished, I went back to the closet and took the furniture spray and wipes, and started the vigorous work. After an hour, I managed to finish cleaning the living room, with the lamps glowing in new light and the cupboards and cabinets looking new. Looking at the peeling walls with distaste, I ran to the back of the house (after tripping over a few boards) and made my way to the shed out in the backyard.
Taking a deep breath, I tried opening the shed door, to find that it wouldn't budge. Figures. I knew it was stuck after all those years! Sighing, I backed up from the door. Guess I'll do this... I ran up to the door suddenly, putting all my weight on my shoulder, and pushed through as hard as I could. With a loud crack! the door opened up, and I fell on the dusty floor of the shed, shrieking with surprise. I fell on my face, and I yelled, "OW!"
"Hey, what's going on?" I blinked and turned to find my friend, Yekaterina, peering inside the shed. "Are you okay, Trisha?"
"Y-Yekaterina!" I stammered. "How did you- Wait. Did I lock the front door?" Laughing nervously, my friend shook her head. "I'm afraid not..."
"WHAT- Oh, whatever!" I furiously shook my head free from the dust, sneezing right after. Yekaterina murmured a quiet "Bless you" as I stood up.
"Anyway, what are you doing in the shed?" asked Yekaterina. It was my turn to laugh nervously.
"Uh... deciding to clean the house myself?" I offered. My friend looked at me, amazed.
"So you've decided to clean up, huh? I was wondering if it would be rude if I asked you to clean the house because it was dirty and all, but I assumed right that you would take charge!" she exclaimed.
"You know I would!" I puffed up my chest proudly. A thought then crossed my mind. Should I... No, she might go home now... oh, maybe just a teensy bit. "Hey, do you want to help me paint the walls of the living room in my house?" I asked, then winced slightly. I sound miserable... Geez!
Yekaterina blinked, then after a few moments, nodded. "Sure! Natalya wouldn't mind me being gone for a while! And Mom usually won't come home before midnight anyway."
I happily yelled and tackle-hugged Yekaterina, catching her by surprise. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" She laughed, and I released her from my hug, still grinning happily.
"Okay, first things first." Yekaterina sounded like a military trainer, and I stood up straight. "We need to get new paint at the department store in town, next to the school. I doubt that the paint back in the shed would do any good. Do you have any money?"
I was about to answer until my mind clicked. No money. Father took it all for beer. Possibly drugs too. Mental note: don't be stupid and leave out the money for him to see. Capiche?
I sighed heavily. "Sorry. I have zero money. Father took it all last wee-"
"Don't worry about that. I'll handle the money," Yekaterina cut in. I stared at her. Okay... she practically agrees to stay with me and clean the house until midnight... THEN she offers that she would buy the paint for me. WHAT IN THE WORLD. YEKATERINA, I LOVE YOU (no homo)!
"YOU. ARE. THE. MOST. AMAZING. FRIEND. I. HAVE. EVER. MET!" I yelled happily, and prepared to tackle-hug Yekaterina once more, until my phone in my pocket buzzed. Blinking, I took it out of my pocket and flipped it open. I recieved a message from an unknown number. It said: Call 0207-1548. Important. Call immediately. Do not share my personal number. Have your father awake. Hurry.
After reading the part about waking Father up, slight anger flared in me. I can take care of myself! Clicking on the number, I put the phone to my ear and waited until someone picked up. Yekaterina tipped her head in confusion.
"Hello? Trisha Kazlauskas (A/N: Yeah. I looked for most common names in Lithuania... Deal with it. I'm sorry. :3)?" a soft voice said on the other side. Gulping, I answered, "Yes. It's me. Who are you?"
"My name is Elizaveta Herdervary. I'm from the Baltic-American Medical & Surgical Clinic in the Vilnius area," said the voice. I stiffened at the mention of the name of the hospital, and Elizaveta continued, "I'm sorry to say that your mother, Remilia (A/N: I DON'T OWN THE NAME) has died from her life-long cancer. I'm very sorry to dump all this information on you, but may I speak to your father..."
In my head, Elizaveta's voice had died down, and everything was mute. I dropped the phone, and the world seemed to sway. Yekaterina seemed worried and reached for me, but before she caught me, I blacked out.
...happens all the time in the story, huh? Death and stuff. I'm sorry (sort of) that this fanfic is depressing. It gets even me depressed sometimes... SO!
Looks like Elizaveta (or Hungary) has a minor role to play here, huh?
Anyways, have you caught on yet? Trisha is Toris's and Ivan's mom, and this is when she was in high-school. :3
Oh, yeah. I'll repeat this again... I SERIOUSLY DON'T OWN THE NAME REMILIA. I HAD A TOUHOU FANATIC MOMENT WHEN I COULDN'T FIND A NAME FOR TRISHA'S MOM'S NAME, AND YEAH. Touhou fans, you know who I'm talking about! XD
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