Ciao, sorry for being so late, just busy finishing up school and such... ^-^
My birthday is coming up (16, yay!) and I have some celebratory things to plan as well...
Anyways, more importantly, in response to a PM I received, yes it does require a bit of research to write Hetalia fanfiction like this, and like my previous works, The Last Breath. More so in the TLB, it's more language/translations, but more often that not I have to research historical references, people, places in real-time, etc. Not so bad when you have google though!
Also, my school is quite diverse so I have many friends from different countries or who are children of immigrants from different countries (like me!), which can help quite a bit.
In response to my second PM, yes English is my firs language, although I'm quite comfortable in Patois, which is the stereotypical Jamaican dialect that you've probably heard, as my mom is from Jamaica. So I guess you could say English is my first language, but patois is my first(ish) dialect :)
Aside from that, I also speak French pretty well, thanks to school.
Sorry about the shorter chapter, i have a few things planned for the next one so I didn't want to spoil too much or give too much away...
As always, reviews, feedback, follows and favorites are all greatly appreciated!
Enjoy!
-luvlani88
"Bloody hell…!" The English gentleman breathed.
Alexander stared back at him, wide eyed. "Sir," He murmured. "You didn't mention that the newcomers were nations."
"Remus," Britain countered. "You didn't mention that 'Alexander' was Alexander the Great."
Alexander muttered a simple, "Long time no see."
The stunned nations stood in what appeared to be the lobby of Remus' palace, which also seemed to double as a City Hall. The polished marble room was considerably grand with three hallways branching off and a staircase in the centre of the room spiraling upwards into a higher floor. Situated in periods around the room were familiar marble statues and busts, giving the room a grand and statistic atmosphere, compared to outside.
Remus tilted his head. "Of course." His voice echoed around the room. "I'm sure you'll find many familiar faces among my citizens."
"Bloody hell." The gentleman breathed as a shiver went through him.
Like the others they had seen outside, Alexander looked ashy and slightly sickly, but decidedly Alexander, especially while clad in a white toga and with a rope around the middle. He cleared his throat. "Well. It's a pleasure to see you." He said dryly. "I hope your journey here wasn't too," He paused, considering. "Shocking."
This is insane. Germany thought as he stared at the ancient man. His dark hair was a similar shade to Remus', or Romano's, Germany thought, but the rest of him reminded him somewhat of Greece. Greece, just a little more athletic and with curlier hair.
"My apologies, Alexander." Remus spoke up. "Please, let me introduce you." And with that he introduced the group of nations to Alexander the Great, one by one. "Shall we continue?" He asked when he was done, gesturing to the grand staircase.
Alexander nodded and turned on his iron-sandalled heel. Behind him and Remus, the nations followed in stunned silence.
"I will seat you all with my council," Remus reminded them as they ascended the winding stairs. "And then I will depart to retrieve Veneziano."
A tightness formed in Germany's throat. He couldn't figure out why.
When they had finally climbed to the room at the top of the stairs, the tightness in Germany's throat was forgotten. Mein Gott!
The room reminded Britain of the knights of the round table, if the table had been huge, rectangular, and made of polished bronze.
Surrounding the table sat almost a dozen people, who at first appeared to be strangers, but upon closer inspection, the hearts of the countries stopped.
"Well." A certain main sitting near the head of the table said as he adjusted his hat. "Imagine that."
China cursed in mandarin.
Winston Churchill was the first to stand, straightening his coat with one hand.
A knock came at the door, which startled everyone into silence.
The room had been filled with authority; UN officials, Interpol agents and police officers. Along with the two personifications, one of which stood speaking rapidly to the officials, while the other sat at the table with a laptop in front of him, typing furiously.
Everyone froze and looked towards the door.
Nobody should've been knocking. All of the people they needed were in the room with them.
Japan and Austria glanced at each other.
"Who is it?" Austria called out.
Japan looked at him in disbelief.
There was no vocal response, just another knock at the door.
Nearby, several security personnel began to move towards the door, their guns drawn and eyes narrowed.
When the door was opened, a young woman stood patiently as the security personnel pointed their guns at her, shouting at her in rapid French and then English.
Rather than kneeling on the ground, as they had ordered, her eyes cast around the room until she found Japan and Austria. "Excuse me," She said. "I'm here to see the personification of Japan."
All eyes went to Japan, and then back to the woman.
One of the security personnel, a tall man who seemed to be their leader said, in English, "Who are you? How did you bypass the UN security?"
She said nothing to the man. "I'd like to speak with you in private, if you don't mind." She nodded to Japan.
Japan eyed her carefully. Clad in a bright red pea coat that reached just above her knees, the woman stood confidently, despite the weapons being pointed at her. Her dark sunglasses allowed her to reveal no expression. Instead, her red lips turned up into a charming smile aimed towards the two nations, which contrasted her striking jet hair.
"And why," Austria began, "Should we-"
She cut him off by saying something in a language Japan couldn't understand.
Austria froze. For a moment the room was silent. And then finally, he replied. Not to the woman, but to Japan. "Go with her."
"Pardon me?" Japan looked at him incredulously.
"Go. Trust me." Austria turned and caught Japan's eye.
Silently, the personification nodded, and took a step towards the woman in red, only to be nearly surrounded by armed security personnel, with the UN logo on their chests.
"Sir," Again, the leader spoke up. "We can't allow you near this intruder. For your own protection-"
"She cannot hurt me." Japan said calmly. "She's a citizen. I am not able to be killed by citizens."
"Sir-" The man began again, but Japan had already brushed passed the group with a polite bow.
Just as he was nearing the young woman, still calm as ever, the security leader spoke again. "We will have to contact your superior and inform him of this."
He was talking about his boss, Japan knew this. But similar to the situation that had taken place many years ago, with a certain fleet of white blobbish aliens who intended on invading Earth, Japan realized that deep down, he didn't care what his boss heard about him doing.
Not when it concerned the lives of his friends.
And possibly of citizens
So he ignored the security general and bowed to the woman in red, before turning back to the UN officials. "We will be back shortly. Please do not disturb us."
Before anyone could respond, he bowed to them and followed the woman out of the room.
Japan greeted her in Japanese, before saying, "What may I call you?"
"My name's Juliette. What I'm about to tell you will shock you, but just keep walking normally when it does. There's camera's around." She murmured, and Japan was silent.
"I work for the people that kidnapped your friends." She breathed.
Japan's pace didn't change.
"I can explain more once we're out of this building." She continued. "But you should know that we have no intent on harming them. In fact, we're trying to help you get your friends back from that void that swallowed them up."
"I see." Japan replied, and that was all he said until they took the elevator to the lobby of the building, stepped out into the street, walked two blocks west and got into a shiny black car that had pulled up onto the curb for them.