Livy: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA!
Willow: Just read!
A female figure dragged a large, heavy looking, sack across the sidewalk towards her home. She had light blonde hair down to her waist and a pristine white bow perched atop her head. Her blue dress was high collared and her shoes the colour of coal.
"Come on Nii-San… soon we will be married, married, MARRIED!" she cackled; her azure orbs flashing in a dangerous way. The sack she was dragging twitched violently and a short 'eek' was heard as the female in question opened her front door. She dragged the sack into the living room, a very purple living room mind you, and pulled open the sack letting it fall away from her trophy.
A loud shriek was heard as the bag hit the ground. Instead of the female's desired person a shorter Japanese man with raven coloured hair sat on the couch with a horrified air about him, the tracker still in his hands.
"K-Konichi-wa…," he stammered out to the female before him.
"Who are you, you aren't Nii-San!" The female hissed at him her eyes flashing as her hands made to grab her knife.
The man seated on the loveseat flinched, reflexively reaching towards his side, but, before he could breathe (his weapon was missing anyway…) he was yanked up harshly by his hair. The cool metal tip of the blade was placed roughly at the side of his neck, staining his pale skin.
"Tell me who you are, worthless scum!" The female hissed again, pulling the small male's head up by his silky hair. The male let out another surprised screech as the blade made another shallow cut along the side of his neck.
"K-Kiku H-Honda…," he gasped as he attempted to slow his heartbeat. A loud noise was heard from somewhere close and Kiku's eyes widened…
When you woke up next you were in a room with several figures hovering over you. You chirped in shock and rolled off the side of the bed and onto the hard floor. Giggling was heard from the people surrounding you and you glared up at them, rubbing the now tender spot on the back of your head.
"She, like, so needs a makeover," stated the first figure from behind two of the others. "Don't you agree Liet?"
One of the figures in front of him sighed and ran his fingers through his shoulder-length dusty brown hair.
"I suppose so Feliks…" he mumbled. The other male next to him pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
"Well…she doesn't look very intelligent…," he stated in a 'matter-of-factly' way. Okay; that wasn't acceptable.
"Know it all…" you grumbled, standing up so you were roughly the same height as him, challenging him to question your smarts further with your (E/C) orbs. The man just smirked at you. …That was it? You felt highly disappointed by this guy.
"I-I think M-Miss (N-Name) is v-very pretty…" whispered the next person, he was trembling in …fear? Of what? You had no way of knowing….
Suddenly the door was swung open and bright light flashed quickly into the room, causing you to recoil and hiss. A small boy in a sailor suit stepped inside an irritated air surrounding him.
"That jerk Britain told me to wake the girl up!" he yelled, "Who does he think he is, ordering me around all the time?"
By this time all of the countries in the room –including you- were staring at the boy with vexed expressions.
Now more footsteps approached the door, "Peter, what the hell is taking you so long!"
"W-Well if you hadn't been such a jerk and ordered me around so mu-"
"He was whining about having to wake M-Miss (Name) up…" interjected the fearful one. Peter glared at him and stuck his tongue out. Arthur –as you'd come to figure out whom it was- looked you over skeptically.
"She can't come to dinner this way…" he grumbled, his fuzzy eyebrows furrowing. You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I'm right here you know!" you shouted at him from your spot on the floor. The eyes flickered to you for a moment before they returned to the other people.
"Feliks?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah?" asked the first male from before. He had golden blonde hair and jade eyes, almost as pretty as Arthur's.
"You know what to do…" Arthur replied nodding in your general direction. You swallowed, unsure of what was going on. Before you could ask though, Arthur left the room with Peter, the other little boy, and the Know it all behind him.
"Hi, my name is, like, Feliks," said the blonde. " I'm, like, the country of Poland~"
"H-Hello, my name is_, I'm the country of _!" you introduced yourself, holding out a hand for him to shake. He seemed to visibly deflate and hide behind the other male.
"Sorry about him, he's not good around strangers…" he mumbled scratching the back of his head nervously.
"It's okay."
The man sighed, "I'm Toris, or the country of Lithuania."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Toris," you replied, curtseying like you had an imaginary skirt on. This seemed to help get Feliks to come out of his shell a bit for he stepped out from behind Toris and walked over to you.
"Liet, do we, like, have any dresses in this room?" he asked, looking you over before glancing back at his companion.
"We should, I don't think Mr. Arthur is that forgetful!" he said whilst walking over to the closet at the other side of the room. Feliks rushed over to it before Toris could and pulled out several garments.
"Okay, like, try this one on first!" he said tossing you a yellow ballroom dress.
"Is this a Ball?"
"No," replied Toris taking the dress back and tossing it onto the mattress next to you.
"Like, try this one on then!" exclaimed Feliks shoving a knee-length crimson dress into your arms. Feliks then proceeded to push you into the bathroom that was attached to this room and shut the door behind you.
You sighed and started ridding yourself of Gilbert's old button up shirt and your plain grey pants. You slipped the cold, yet comfortable material over your head and zipped it up as much as you could from reaching over your shoulder to do it. It fit perfectly, just brushing your knees as it belled out in graceful trails of white lace that were barely visible from the underneath of the crimson silk of the skirt. I curved in at your hips, though; there was no sash to tie there. The sleeves or, rather, lack thereof, rested just off of the tops of your shoulders creating a ribbon looking effect to the material. A few hem lines decorated the chest down on until the waist, accentuating your bust line. It seemed to make your skin glow and your (E/C) eyes sparkle like precious gems.
You cautiously opened the door and waited for the others' opinions.
"You look, like, totally amazing!" exclaimed Feliks gesturing about with his well-manicured hands.
Lithuania seemed to think for a moment before disappearing into the closet (no pun intended xD). He returned moments later with a silky sash that matched the colour of the dress.
"I think it could use this though," he murmured tying it around your waist line so it formed a perfect bow.
After having then help you zip the dress the rest of the way up, because you couldn't reach it, Feliks plopped you down into a chair.
"What…?"
You heard a few hiccups of laughter.
"Silly _, you didn't think we were, like, done, did you?" asked Feliks. In his hand he held a box. What it contained? You had no idea.
"J-Just close your eyes Miss _."
You did as you were told and the two set to work. About a minute and a half later they let you open your eyes.
Your skin still shimmered, but now your eyes seemed brighter after Feliks had applied something black on your eyelashes and at the corners of your eyes. Your lips were no longer a pale faded pink, but a deep red that also matched the vehemence of your dress. You then glanced at your once messy locks. They were curled and framed your face perfectly. Your (H/C) hair seemed to bounce and shimmer with bursts of colour and light whenever you moved even the slightest bit.
"So, what do you, like, think _?" asked Feliks. You smiled.
"Am I even the same person?" you asked them your white smile intensified by the red, could've blinded someone whom looked at it to closely. You felt like a goddess.
"Yes Miss _ you're most certainly the same person," chuckled Toris as he helped you up from your chair. Immediately you pulled both of them in for a giant rib-crushing hug before letting them go to twirl around in the dress. Living with two boys hadn't given you any time to be a girl, so, you were enjoying the feeling while it lasted.
"Like, come on _, before we're late for dinner!" Whined Feliks. He didn't eat much, but he was still eager to be there on time, so he could sit wherever he pleased.
"D-Dinner…?" you asked, all of your happy thoughts from before turning into webs of nervousness.
"Yes _, dinner." Responded Toris before looking back over to you, "don't worry we'll be with you, okay?"
You gulped and nodded allowing them to lead you to the dinning-roo –hall rather, you noticed as you entered.
"W-Who else is here?" you asked Toris as you walked.
"The entirety of the Allies, why?" he asked looking sideways at you, his gaze filling with concern.
"N-No reason!" you exclaimed. No, bad (name) you scolded yourself. You weren't going to let your nerves get the better of you. You were damn well going to enjoy this or you would demand that (Your God here) would strike you down where you stood!
When the three of you entered the giant room, Toris was pulled away by Feliks to sit next to Estonia and Latvia. And now you were all alone…
Livy: And that's a wrap people!
Willow: …
Larry: Please review, it's terrible for the children…?
Livy: Yes, yes it is! :D