Okay so I totally lied about this chapter being up soon. You can blame three things: School, Harvest Moon, and this horrible thing called writers block.
Anywho onto the chapter.
Disclaimer: I almost had the rights to Hetalia! But then I was outbid on Ebay. Damn last second bids.
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I wish I could say that it is easier to start getting out my story than it was to tell Mom and Dad that Mom was, well my Mom, but it wasn't. Mom was now sitting on the bed beside me, one of his hands still holding one of mine, the other resting on the top of my head. Dad has remained kneeling by the bed, but he has taken my free hand in one of his and his other hand is resting on my knee.
I can tell that neither of them are ready to give up and leave without an answer anytime soon, so I begin to speak. And once I start I find that it is a bit easier to tell them about the future, because my common sense finally seems to be back.
I still exist.
That means that on some level Mom and Dad are not opposed to having me as a daughter. It means that on some level that they already love each other and that my appearance has not changed those feelings. It means that what I have said has not changed the future in such a huge way that I am not born. And it is such a freeing feeling to know that I did not ruin everything that I hold dear, that I have nearly no problems telling them about my life.
After all I will one day be there daughter that much is certain. Because if they can still love each other and want to be together after finding about their future daughter I think that they can withstand anything that life throws at them.
All of my anxiety begins to leave me and it only continues to recede farther the longer that I talk to them. And a part of me wonders why I found this so hard, but the majority of me knows that what happened before wasn't just because of my own feelings, but because of the feelings of my people as well. What matters though is that I was finally starting to calm down, and all of the edginess that I was feeling before was feeling more and more like a distant memory than something in the moment and truly concerning.
I begin to tell them about my life and all of the things that I have done, well I don't mean all of the thing I have done, but a lot of them. I obviously leave some stuff about the future out though. I mean I don't really tell them all that much about my friends who aren't born yet are but I tell them of some of our adventures together. Mom asks questions at all of the right moments and Dad lets out light chuckles that are nearly engulfed by Moms more boisterous giggles.
I also tell them about what my life was like growing up. I leave out the parts about Uncle Prussia getting his own nation back and his relationship with Canada, but I do tell them about the time Uncle Prussia, Canada, and I were caught making pancakes at midnight. I tell them about the time that I almost literally dripped a whole puddle onto the floor when I came in from playing in the rain when I was younger, and Dad's desperate attempts to clean it up. I even tell them about my first day of High School, which was also my first day of school, and how Mom had cried not willing to let me go.
It was so good to be able to talk to them like that, because even though it has only been a day it feels like forever since I have. I guess I am just so used to sharing almost everything with my parents that keeping anything from them makes time seem to drag on forever. It is like every second I am lying to them stretches on for hours.
Note to self: Remember to always keep Mom and Dad updated on everything.
"So what happened next?" asks Mom with a big smile on his face.
"Well" I say trying to contain my giggles "Needless to say when you walked back into the room I had managed to not only color on your documents which you said were off limits, but also the wall and I was working on the coffee table. In fact Japan took a picture of it, because he thought it was so adorable that instead of looking guilty I had a big smile on my face, like I just won the Olympics or something."
"Oh I want to see that picture! You never did say what you looked like as a kid! Did you wear pretty dresses like I got too? I bet you would look so adorable, ve! The only picture I have seen of you was at Fratello's wedding and that was really formal!"
"I am also curious as to what you looked like as a child. What do children wear in the future?" Dad asks, once more joining the conversation.
"Well… I don't know quite how to explain it." I say racking my mind for the words I am trying to find. Mom once described our style of clothes as something…. But what was it…
"Oh wait! I got it! Mom you once said we dressed like the people of the early 21st century. Lately girls have been wearing skirts and dresses with pockets, which are really convenient. When I was younger I remember wearing a lot of sun dresses and…. Gosh what's the word… Right! Sandals. I wore a lot of sandals. The guys fashion hasn't changed much but they are starting to wear slightly tighter pants, which I don't understand and probably never will."
"You sound like you looked so cute, ve! I wish I could see you when you were a little girl! I guess we will just have to wait and see what she grows up to look like, right Germany?"
"Ja. It will be something to look forward to." Dad says looking up at me, and I can feel that he is not lying.
"I hope we don't have to wait too long, ve!" Mom adds.
"Don't worry about that." I say looking back and forth between the two. "I will come exactly when I need to and it will all be the way that it should be. Or will be. Or is… Well you know what I mean."
"That doesn't mean that I don't want to see what my cute little bambina will looked like when she was younger!" Mom whines.
And then a thought strikes me like a bolt of lightning. I pull my hands form my parents and I see a flash of hurt in their eyes before it turns into confusion. Well not that I can blame them because I was patting my stomach like a crazy person trying to find something.
Something that wasn't there.
"What happened to the envelope that was in my pocket?" I asked, a little bit worried. I wasn't going to freak out though because if I thought logically I knew that they hadn't looked in it, because if they had they would have known without a doubt that I was Germany and Italy's daughter. The evidence inside is to damning to think anything otherwise.
"I took it out of your pocket when I laid you down on the bed. It looked like it would be uncomfortable if you rolled onto it, so I put it on the coffee table. I thought it would be safest there."
"Well, why don't you go and get it Mom. Inside are some pictures you might like to see. I can't show you all of them, but I can show you guys some. If you want me to that is." I say watching Moms face light up.
"Ve! That would be amazing! I will be right back with the pictures!" Mom gushes as he bounces of the bed and races towards the door. As he opens it though something quite hilarious happens.
Apparently France, England, Uncle Prussia, Uncle Spain and Uncle Romano, didn't really leave. They must have all been pressed against the door, although I bet Uncle Romano and France had something to say about being so close to 'The Perverted Frog' and 'The Tomato Bastard'. Needless to say they were though because when Mom opened the door they all came tumbling in, landing on top of each other and Mom.
"Italy!" Dad cried hurrying over to help Mom.
"Oh you Bastardo! That is my spleen that your foot is in!"
"Get your elbow out of my ribs, you bloody arse!"
"Ve! Help me! I surrender, I surrender!"
"My face! I need my beautiful face! Get your, whatever that is, off of my face!"
"Bastardo, I thought I told you to move! It hurts, damn it!"
"Who is hurting my precious Lovi!"
"Who dares to land on my awesomeness! Wait don't move that way! You are not allowed near the awesome Prussia's Vital Regions!"
"I mean it you Bloody Frog, get your elbow out of my ribs before I start another hundred years war and we all know how that one ends!"
"Only if someone gets off of my face! And we all know I should have one that war!"
"Ve! Germany! Please save me!"
"Seriously! Move away from the Vital Regions!"
Oh God. I couldn't help it. I started to giggle. Then chuckle. Then I was laughing. And before I knew it I was laughing so hard I was crying.
It was just too hilarious.
"Oh god you guys! This is just too… tehehehe. It is just so hilarious. Look at you guys! If you could see your faces! Tehehehe. I can't breathe. I can't…. Look at you! This is just too much! I can't take it!"
Slowly everyone began to untangle themselves, and the entire time I continued to laugh. I couldn't help it, it was just too perfect. It reminded me so much of home that it hurt, but it also made me so ridiculously happy to see them acting like that.
"Ve! Sparentano!" Mom calls.
I look at him to find that they have all untangled themselves and that they are trying to make themselves presentable again.
"I got them!" I hear Uncle Prussia shout and I realize I can't see him, until he bursts back through the door with an envelope in his hand.
"We should look at the pictures together, ve!"
"Kesesese. Of course we should, that is why I got them."
I look around to see the others all agreeing with Mom and Uncle Prussia.
I sigh and give in. "Okay but I get to decide what I show you and you can't fight me on my decisions alright?"
They all nod in conformation and I wonder to myself what I have just agreed to.
"Alright. Uncle Prussia can you hand me the envelope? Then you can all sit on the floor and I will stay on the bed." I say.
"Why can't we sit on the bed with you?" Uncle Romano asks.
"Well some of you," I say "may feel inclined to look at the pictures I don't want you to. Plus it is not fair if some of you sit on the bed and others don't get to."
"Why don't we just go into the living room? Some people can sit on the couch, we can put pillows on the floor for those that don't fit, and you can sit on a stool." Dad reasons.
"That is a good solution." States England.
"I agree with him." Uncle Romano says, seemingly unhappy about agreeing with England. I don't understand why though, in the future they are such good friends. They are always talking about how happy Uncle Antonio and America are, and bonding over how they just want their lovers/husbands to not be so happy all the time. But I have the feeling that if they ever did stop smiling Uncle Romano and England would just want them to start again.
"Okay then." I say as I start getting out of bed. " Let's all head in there then."
"I call some of the couch for me and Lovi!"
"Spain, you can't do that! The beautiful moi, can not be subjected to sitting on the floor!"
"Kesesese. The awesome me is obviously sitting on the couch!"
"Now now all of you should be more gentlemanly. Obviously I deserve the couch."
"Oh god here we go again."
"Ve! What do you mean Germany?"
"Nothing Italy, nothing at all."
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Soon enough we were all gathered together in the living/dining/kitchen area. Dad had pulled a bar stool over in front of the Television for me to sit on. I was going to do it myself but he wouldn't let me, saying how I had fainted earlier and he wasn't going to let me do any sort of furniture moving. I think he was being a bit over protective but I didn't argue with him as it would have gotten me nowhere fast.
While he was doing that Uncle Antonio and Uncle Prussia were moving the coffee table off to the side somewhere to create more room on the floor for the people who would be sitting there, not before Uncle Prussia handed me the envelope though.
In the end Mom, Dad, and Uncle Romano got the couch while Uncle Prussia, Uncle Antonio, France and England got to sit on the floor. To be fair though we gave them some of the couch pillows to sit on so they would not have to sit directly on the ground.
"You guys ready?" I asked as everyone finished settling into place.
A chorus of yes's filled the air and I opened up the envelope and brought out the first picture. I looked at it for a moment before deciding that it would be okay to show those in front of me.
"Okay." I said "This is from when I looked about five or six years old."
I turned the picture around for them to look at, and I watched their expressions change.
This was going to be fun.
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So…. I feel like I am ripping you guys off with this chapter. Sorry. I have just had the biggest case of writers block lately and this is all I can manage to get out between this, editing, finals, and well life in general.
So I just want to say thank you so much for waiting for this horrid piece of poo, and I will have another chapter up before Christmas, I swear this to all of you.
I also just want to thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews. They each make my day when I read them : )
Alright this is it for me this time. See you guys later!