OMGEEE. LONG CHAPTER! It's a little sloppy but the emotion is truly expressed I hope. Also very bipolar reactions. Idk. Alonna is dead. Okay I have to post this, I'm in english again. TO THE POSTING! Go read it. I dare you.
-WANG-Mich-YAO-
Alonna had locked herself away in her house, She didn't call anyone. She didn't move an inch from her bed where she was drinking beer until she got sick. So really the only people that saw her were her bed and the toilet…constantly.
Sometimes she would crawl into her children's beds and sob until her eyes burned and she couldn't cry anymore. She's walk downstairs and search for more alcoholic beverage to drink her sorrows away but to be honest it only made it worst. The drunken mind she had only reminded her of why she had it and that only reminded her of her lost children.
It was pretty bad.
Alfred couldn't get Alonna to open the door, and Eli wasn't gonna try. Percy even tried to break in but Alonna threatened to call the police and did only to tell them it was fine because she had made her point.
Alonna had forgotten all that she had been made to remember. It had been days and she was just about to go hungry from the lack of food in her house. She didn't care though. She was provoking it herself.
Alonna rolled out of the bottom bunk in the boy's room. It had been Hie's bed when he was still around in her home. She landed somewhat hard on the ground, smashing her thigh into the carpeted floor. She stared across the room at Maui's bed blankly as she thought of what she'd do. She wouldn't be able to find any entertainment in her life. She'd never be able to think of any way to get her children back…she'd have to remarry Francis and if worse came to worse, she might actually do it.
As she stared at the bed, just kind of noticing its features she saw a slight rise in the mattress and the corner of something that looked like a large hard cover book sticking out from under right around the same area. She felt like she should know exactly what it was, it seemed so familiar. Maui had said something about things being hidden under her mattress but she was at rock bottom and didn't even have enough hope to check. But now curiosity was leading her there.
Alonna crawled across the small space to Maui's bed and lifted the mattress to reveal a small box and a hard cover book. She took hold of the box, opening it slowly and finding her eyes scanning over the contents. There were stacks and stacks of bills, not to mention a few packets of white powdery substances. God knew why Maui had drugs…had he been selling them to get money for his family? He was that far into crime to help his mother…?
Though the powder did intrigue her, Alonna looked closely at the book and noticed it was her high school senior year. She raised eyebrows in confusion, wondering why Maui would have that book hidden under his mattress. She sighed, having nothing better to do and flipping through the pages. She found her classes section, it being the most dominant. There were student and teacher interviews, the normal student photos, signatures and phone numbers from all the boys she knew and all her old friends. She could see all kinds of things from her past coming back to her.
Alonna had always struggled in school. She never let Alfred or Eli pay for her admissions and books. She always paid for things herself. Alonna's obsession for being on her own of course led her to working at a bar and hooking up with a French guy who was the father to her adoptive one. Yeah. No one ever quite expected that one. But Alonna had always believed that once she received love, the hard life would end.
Alonna went on frequent dates with Francis, only seeing her friend in school all during her first two years of high school. She had gotten into a high class boarding school for high school and it surprised everyone that she was pregnant in her third year. Though, it didn't make any difference in Alonna's attitude. It just changed her appearance and strength. When she gave birth to her first daughter Lolani, she took a few weeks off of school, worrying everyone who knew her.
Everyone who had known Alonna knew she was making mistakes. She could remember her friends from the football team threatening to kill Francis for her because of his talent on getting the poor girl into teenage pregnancy. Yet, her other friends like the nerds from Caleb's squad and such didn't do much. They knew she'd have the kid, care for it until it could be separated from her and she'd have Eli and Alfred take care of Lolani unless on holidays and days off.
Alonna was one of those girls who did have quite a few hot shots after her even while dating Francis. It only became a problem when people saw less and less of her in her senior year when Francis got her pregnant with Hie. Got knows how it happened but it did for the second time. By that time the class president of the grade had fallen to the girl with a child on the way and one at home already.
Alonna sighed, flipping through to the student interviews. She saw the name Norge Steffanson and Mathias Kohler and immediately froze up. She went to a boarding school, so it would make sense for people with the same kind of names as people she knew now to have existed but when she saw the photos she knew it wasn't a lie.
In her same class were Mathias Kohler, Norge, and Ice. As she came to the interviews from the two she saw a sticky note sticking out of the book. Had Maui been trying to figure out who Mathias was? Alonna scanned over the interview of Mathias, smiling slightly.
"So, Mathias Kohler…we hear you're from a wealthy family in Denmark but you were cut off?"
"Yeah you could say that. I mean it's not really all my fault, they still send me money all the time but only as long as I don't do crazy shit to hurt the family name."
"Interesting…is there anyone here you think you'd 'break the rules' for here in D.C.?"
"Sure, that Alonna chick. She's got that Frenchie like…stalking her and getting her pregnant. I'd kill to kill that guy! (He laughs)"
"So you don't like Francis Bonnefoy and Alonna Jones' relationship at all?"
"Who would? I've been trying to get that girl to look at me ever sense the first day of school four years ago. She's the only girl here and in Denmark that I think should get what she wants."
"Interesting! So they call you the football king. Did you learn how to play in Denmark or is it really natural talent?"
"Okay let me get this straight. Football in Europe is that stupid soccer game. Every time I play I get the goals messed up in my head. That's why I'd rather tackle somebody. (He laughs again) It's all natural."
Alonna laughed, thinking back to the World Cup and how Denmark's team seemed to have the same problem. She stopped reading though. She couldn't read the confessions of all the classmates who wanted to beat the shit out of Francis and take her for their own. It sounded cruel but now she wished it had actually happened. There was no possible way Mathias could love her anymore. He'd met the rest of her kids. He'd found out where she was left now…why was he even here?
What the hell was that Dane doing in America rather than Denmark with his family? Did he finally get cut off? Alonna's mind was struck with worry, but then it was washed away. Hope had built up in her heart though; hope that maybe that kiss Mathias had shared with her had meant something.
No. It couldn't happen. Mathias only wanted to kiss her because he probably had that goal or something. Or he didn't even remember her. What if he didn't know her anymore? What if he'd forgotten her after high school just like she had?
She looked back down to continue reading.
"Do you think Alonna would believe its natural talent?"
"…dude. I sure as hell hope she does. I mean….I love her. I just wish she knew that. I'm never going to forget her."
Alonna quickly slammed the book shut and hid it back where it belonged. She stood up and backed away before turning and leaving the room quickly. There was too much else hidden in there she didn't want to know. She didn't want to read any more of that pathetic love story written in her past. How could she have not remembered that Danish quarterback…he'd always tried to get her attention in the hallway but she only walked the other direction with her head buried in her books waiting for Francis to pick her up.
Alonna was truly a horrible person. Now it made all the sense in the world why her children were taken from her.
Suddenly the fire was lit again. It was the same triumphant fire that had led her to being the best on the swim team, and the class president for the first two years of high school. It was the same fire that had strived her to never let Alfred pay for her school admission fees. For once in over 10 years. Alonna Jones Bonnefoy was Alonna Jones; the real Alonna Jones.
Alonna finally woke from her trance of mourning and shame. She had been woken by that old year book. She had thrown on a decent set of clothes and heels. She was wearing one of her shorter skirts and a more scandalous shirt than what she'd wear around the house. Alonna was going to forget the Dane and find Francis. He had more money than the other guys out there but if any fancy bachelor threw money out there for her, she'd do it to get her kids back.
Francis was always recycling clubs he went to through the week so Alonna knew exactly what to do. She checked her watch and the day of the week. "…he'll be at the Neon Sting…" (EPIC NAME LOL.) Alonna looked up at the sky, realizing she'd have to get a taxi. Alonna groaned, hailing the yellow cab down and hopping inside quickly.
"As central San Francisco you can get me." Alonna said as she finally buckled herself in. The cab driver was an African American woman with a lively grin. "Are you going to the Neon Sting? It's the biggest club around." The lively woman asked, driving down the street casually. Alonna laughed lightly, "How'd you know?" She'd never had this taxi driver before and she liked her.
"Oh I saw the outfit. But I can tell you're a decent woman by the way you looked at me when you hopped in. You looked like a mother in distress." The taxi driver explained.
Alonna stared for a moment, knowing she'd have to act a whole load more scandalous at the club than here. "Ah, well. Yes…I have children. I'm trying to go find their father…and he goes clubbing every night." Alonna sighed, leaning back into the soft seats.
"He's not very faithful is he? Is he a blonde man? Francis Bonnefoy or something."
"How'd you know?"
"He asked for the same ride, and rode with two other women. Something about needing to get his mind off of his ex or something."
Alonna stared hard. How could Francis actually care….? "Wait he actually talked about me?"
"Yeah. He was all sobbing about how you were in such a horrible funk. I don't know what he's talking about though. Social services and children being taken? Surely that's not you?"
Alonna took the easy route. "No, no. That's not me. Probably not him then."
Alonna sighed into the seat, relaxing again and riding the rest of the trip in silence. The taxi driver dropped her off at the Neon Sting, rolling her window down to look at her. Alonna quickly reached into her purse, ready to give the woman her payment but the woman denied it. "Don't worry about it. I hope you get that man and your children back." The taxi driver winked, driving off immediately.
Alonna was left in shock, only to recollect and then proceed into the club. She had to pay to get in but that was alright, she didn't mind when her mind was set on completing her task.
Alonna scanned her eyes over the crowd of dancing people in the flashing neon lights and clothing. She wandered to the bar where she sat at a stool and swiveled herself around to keep surveying the crowd. She sat in silence for a long time, unable to really connect to the situation. Fun just wasn't something she understood anymore. Each person dancing and stripping on the dance floor waving their drinks and hands around disgusted her or disturbed her greatly.
Just when Alonna thought hope was useless, she heard a voice behind her that made her shudder.
A clearly Scandinavian voice was yelling with another one, possibly Danish and Norwegian. "Norge I don't CARE whether we left fingerprints! I'm just trying to pick up chicks to get that crap off my mind." Oh she knew that voice so well. It was the same voice who called to her from down hallways in high school and it came from the mouth she kissed a few weeks back.
That very voice caused Alonna to break down. What was she doing in a club dressed like a scandal? What the hell was she doing when she should be begging the social services for her children back? Damn it why wasn't she working extra jobs to get more money for them! Alonna turned back to face the counter of the bar, burying her face in crossed arms resting on the table. Tears fought for freedom, but she couldn't let them go. Not in public like this. Not if he saw her.
Just when Alonna thought she could get away with a few tears, she heard the Dane and Norwegian slam down into the seats next to her. "I hope you know that drinking won't help you pick up any chicks ANYWHERE." The Norwegian stated, giving the Dane a look of pure annoyance. "Yeah well there's a girl right here! You can meet people at the bar!"
"Yes. Just like screwed seven times Alonna Jones."
To be honest that statement hurt her.
Alonna felt something on the back of her neck. Possibly a hand. "Hey are you alright?" Kohler asked, obviously he was ignoring Norge. Alonna flinched at the touch, shaking her head. She was in too deep, there was no turning back now.
"…Norge I don't have seven kids anymore…" Alonna said as she raised her head, holding her hand over her eyebrows and trying to hide her face.
"Alonna!" Kohler squeaked but Norge didn't share the reaction.
"What do you mean you don't have seven children anymore? Did one keel over and die?" Norge suggested, quickly getting yelled at by Kohler.
Alonna had flinched at that statement too. "No." Alonna could feel the tears starting to spill over. "Social services…," She couldn't stop them. Damn it they'd see her cry! "They took them because I'm in debt and a single mother can't handle seven children on her own." Alonna turned her head away from them, trying not to let them see. She couldn't.
"Wait. You LOST your kids to the government!" The Dane jumped from his seat and threw his arms around Alonna. Alonna's reaction would be punching him in the face and running, but instead she just flailed as she turned to look at him, the grip on her tears finally slipping away.
It was almost like the moment froze. Kohler hadn't ever seen Alonna cry in all his years of knowing her. Not when she got in a fist fight with another girl on the swim team, not when Francis got her pregnant for the first OR second times, never. He was under the belief that Alonna had never shed a tear in all her life, maybe she just didn't even have the ability!
But he was wrong. Kohler could see the despair in her eyes. He could see the depression that had grown in the back of her mind, finally breaking the boundaries. He almost didn't believe it. He had to wipe a tear away from her face to believe they were actually there.
Alonna on the other hand was caught staring right back. It was like she could see the realization in Kohler's eyes. She could see that light bulb going off in the back of his thick head. "Mathias…?" Alonna asked when his hand came to her face, holding one side and wiping one of the tears away with his thumb.
"Oh look. A pimp." Norge's voice said from his chair, he was sitting with his back towards the two staring at a blonde with plenty of women following him marching over.
Kohler and Alonna appropriately ignored him, though they probably shouldn't have. They were too caught up in their moment. Why couldn't the moment last longer?
"Oi! You! Off my wife!" An obviously French accent exclaimed with a whole lot of females' surprised voices and exclamations.
Kohler almost didn't snap back to it. Instead, he just watched Alonna's thoughts through the window to her soul. Well. Eyes. People always call it the window to the soul. He even watched as Alonna's teary sadness changed to teary surprise and almost protection. "Mathias get off! Get out of here!" Alonna pulled from his grip, leaving him hurt and confused. Then he realized, the blonde pimp. Wife. Putting that together...
Francis.
Then with that last thought Mathias pulled Norge from his chair and then took hold of one of Alonna's wrists gently. With that last action, he ran. He ran with a tight grip on Alonna and just kind of hoping Norge got the idea.
Mich: I AM ALIVE! Lol great song too. xDDD Anyways, REVIEW PLEASE.
Francis: WANG-Mich-YAO DOESNT OWN HETALIA AND NEVER WILL. But she can own me~~
Mich: Oh god no...WAIT I CAN SELL YOU FOR PROFIT!
Francis: ...wait whut.
