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This is going to be used just as a key in the next several chapters who is who after I got a review about being confused with the character names. So to the person who reviewed and put that, I am doing it especially for you (and you know who you are). The other chapters will receive it after this story is finished.
Lily Zwingli - Liechtenstein, Vash Zwingli - Switzerland, Roderich Edelstein - Austria, Ludwig Beilschmidt - Germany
Mathias Kohler - Denmark, Alfred Jones - America, Matthew Williams - Canada Arthur Kirkland - England,
Francis Bonnefoy - France, Gilbert Beilschmidt - Prussia, Natalia Arlovskaya, Elizaveta Héderváry - Hungary, Feliks Łukasiewicz - Poland
Astrid Fredricksen - My OC Greenland
Each chapter will contain who is who, personified country and real name will be provided. OCs will be listed at the end of character listings. Now onward with the story!
Austin
October 30
5:23a.m
Blood. It was everywhere the blond looked. On the walls, and in the streets. Bloodied carcasses of rotting flesh lay in lawns, the streets, and even some body parts were tangled in the trees. It smelled horrid. The burned flesh of both humans and creatures hung in the heavy smog.
Among those dead, a blond boy. His wheat hair was stained crimson. A whole the size of ball point pen still oozed the sticky red liquid of his blood. His blue eyes, the color of the ocean drained of all life. Another boy sat next to him, crying desperately into the blood-soaked shirt of the dead boy.
Alfred shot up from the couch; beads of sweat littered his forehead. A clink of a tea cup on its saucer made the American whirl his head to see Arthur calmly sipping his morning tea.
"Arthur, is something bad going to happen tomorrow?"
The Briton sighed, setting his cup down, "If I say yes, will you tell me what your nightmare was about?"
"Uh yeah, sure just... Is something going to happen or not?"
"Yes something is going to happen tomorrow. A start of a war, if I remember correctly. Now, what was that nightmare about lad?" Arthur said, a crease making its appearance as his brow furrowed.
"I think I had died, and Mathias was crying into my chest and a ton of dead bodies were scattered around. It smelled so bad, like burning flesh," Alfred said, curling into himself.
Arthur sipped his tea quietly observing the American. He set the cup and saucer on the end table, the china softly clinking together. "It may actually come to that. Was there anyone you recognized in the dream besides yourself and Mathias?" The Briton asked.
Alfred shook his head, the wheat locks swishing with the movement. Arthur nodded, his eyes dulling as he turned his attention to watch the news.
'No word has been given on the disappearance of Miss Elizaveta Herdarvey. Her two friends, who she went camping with, were killed but Miss Elizaveta has disappeared. If anyone has seen her, we ask you to call the station to let us know.'
"Gilbert just called me," Francis said, walking out of the kitchen with a cup of steaming water in his hand.
"And what did he want?"
"Just giving me an update on our little situation, mon lapin. Alfred, I have work tomorrow so you unfortunately have to he stuck here with Arthur," Francis explained, pouring the steaming water into a cauldron.
"What's up the cauldron papa?" Alfred asked.
"I was asked to help Feliks and Arthur. I just need to make sure this stays untouched and brewed correctly," Francis said with a shrug.
"So Feliks found it then?" Arthur asked, turning off the television.
"Ludwig did believe it or not. Apparently he has a natural eye for it," Francis called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the kitchen.
"Ludwig Beilschmidt?" Alfred asked hurriedly jetting to the kitchen.
"Oui mon fils, Ludwig Beilschmidt. He's Gilbert's younger brother but he's not a vampire. He's a werewolf from the Second World War," Francis explained. The Frenchman watched the expression on his son's face change from disbelief to shock as he rolled up his sleeves.
Alfred backed out of the kitchen. He headed up the stairs, eyes focused on his feet. He crawled onto his bed with a sigh of confusion as he rubbed at his eyes. He grabbed a shirt out of the chest of drawers next to his bed. Making his way to the bathroom, he stopped and looked at one of the pictures on the wall.
The picture was on his brother and his real parents. They were all smiling. A little bundle nestled into his mother's arms was fast asleep. He smiled at it, marveled by the bright purple eyes of his brother. They looked exactly the same now. Well almost, if the American had been born with those mysterious violet colored irises.
~•~
Knitez
8:21a.m
Mathias paced around the strictly quiet room. The light dimmed as he stopped. Astrid watched him, her careful blue eyes sharp. Roderich's fingers dance sensually on the ivory keys of the grand piano he played, the soft music drifting around the house. A creak and the door opened to reveal a ghost girl, only seventeen. The pianist slowly and seductively ran his fingers across the keys. A dark tune lifted from it, filling the tense air.
"Natalia."
"Yes, it is I. Ludwig told me of your troubles," She spoke softly. Her words tumbled out in accented Belarusian, or that's what it would have sounded to a normal person. But to those in the room, it was clear English.
Astrid watched the girl. Her sharp eyes didn't missing the gleam of hope in the ghost's eyes. She longed for the human life that she knew, she could never have again until now.
"Can you truly reverse me if I help?" She asked after getting no reply.
"If everything works properly, you should be a human once more Natalia," Mathias said.
There it was again, that small shine of hope. That little glint was once again caught by only the keenest of eyes in the room. A soft thud of feet on the carpeted stair well made the occupants of the room, turn their gaze to a boy with gold hair and vibrant green eyes stand in triumphant at the bottom stair, a wicked grin on his face.
"I've done it, I've perfected it! Now all we need is Natalia," Feliks said.
"Hello Feliks."
"Natalia! Oh God, when did you get here?" Feliks chirped.
"Just now, thank you," She murmured.
"Are you sure this is perfectly correct? Nothing could go wrong?" Mathias asked worry present in his voice.
"Nothing should go wrong. I can't promise you that something couldn't screw it up."
Roderich's fingers faltered for a second before finding their way into some Chopin. Mathias relaxed a little and took a shot of Roderich's brandy. He winced at it and beckoned Natalia into the room. She did so and floated over to the fire, her nightgown swishing.
~•~
11:27p.m/23:27p.m
"Any news on the missing girl?" Roderich asked as they sat around the fire.
"No but Antonio and Ivan said they'd look for her tonight," Gilbert announced.
It was late that very night, which the members in Roderich's house decided to sit around and do nothing but absolutely sit. And sit, they did. Pleasant chatter filled the room, while Natalia carefully observed and spoke every now and then as to not come off as rude. Matthew looked positively bored, his eyes scrunched together and his lips in a hard frown. Gilbert sat closest the fire with Roderich still sitting on his piano bench like earlier. Astrid sat in the same spot but with Mathias next to her, his arms around her in a protective manner. Feliks and Ludwig had disappeared upstairs, explaining they needed to make sure that the process would work and there would be no speed bumps.
"Matthew, aren't you excited? Man, I can hardly wait!" Gilbert exclaimed.
"Why should I be excited? Honestly, I'd rather be here than there," Matthew said nonchalantly.
"So you're not happy that you get to see your own flesh and blood?" Astrid asked voicing Gilbert's next question.
Matthew cracked open an eye. "Of course I'm excited! Geez, can't you guys pick out sarcasm from realism?" Matthew said exasperated.
Mathias chuckled and Roderich merely smirked as he turned his attention to his piano. A soft melodious tune flowed out of the instrument, calming the atmosphere. The fire danced inside the marble, appearing as if would spring forth onto the polished wood floors. Natalia relaxed under the soothing tone, a soft smile gracing her pale lips. Content sighs filled the air just as the door creaked open.
A girl a little over fifteen stepped in and Roderich broke his tune as his fingers faltered, becoming limp on the ivory keys. Her short hair hung neatly on her magenta covered shoulders, with a purple bow adorning and complimenting her hair nicely. Her pretty green eyes landed on the Austrian, a smile forming on the girl's plump pink lips. Her magenta dress ended neatly at her knees, the frill peeking out from under it. White stockings and black flats followed, with a green tie around the neck of her dress to compliment the use of these colors.
"Mister, have you seen my big brother?" She asked, the question directed mainly to the pianist.
"And who is your brother, may I ask?" Roderich replied, as his fingers mindlessly danced on the keys.
"Vash Zwingli," she said. "I'm Lily Zwingli."
Mathias' blond eyebrow quirked up at the mention of Vash. Roderich muttered something as Gilbert adjusted his collar, pulling out his iron cross.
"Hey kid, does he wear one of these? Does he have short hair and green eyes?" Gilbert asked.
"Yes he does, do you know where I can find him?" Lily said.
"Sure follow me," Gilbert offered standing and heading towards the door.
"Gilbert!" Roderich shouted. He stood up quickly and the piano bench tumbled over
"What prissy pants? Afraid I'll never come back?" Gilbert sneered. Roderich flushed, before briskly walking around his piano and standing directly in front of the Prussian.
"I couldn't care less if you did come back. Just stay here!" Roderich whispered harshly.
"Look specs, this isn't going to be the first time Vash beats me up. Now get out of my way so I can take his little sister to him," Gilbert said, just as equally harsh.
"I won't let you! Please, let's just call Vash and have him come here, okay?" Roderich pleaded.
Gilbert looked at him, watching as the amethyst eyes grew slightly teary. The Prussian gave an exasperated sigh at the expression before whispering into the Austrian's ear, "Fine, but this I'm only doing it because of our history, got it?" Roderich nodded and removed his glasses, rubbing at his eyes.
"Um, excuse me but what are your names?" Lily asked suddenly.
"I'm the awesome Gilbert, this is slightly awesome Roderich, the cute blond with his eyes closed is the beautifully awesome Matthew, and the two on the couch are Mathias and Astrid. That other girl who's next to you is Natalia," Gilbert said.
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you all! I hope to make good friends with all of you," Lily chirped.
"We'll call your brother over here right away. Astrid, you don't mind doing that do you?" Roderich said.
"No way am I calling him," The Greenlander deadpanned.
"I'll do it," Ludwig said as he came down the stairs.
"Oh Lily that my younger brother who learned to be totally unawesome because of specs here," Gilbert snickered.
Ludwig rolled his blue eyes before grabbing his phone and calling Vash. "Be glad we're still not in war brother." Gilbert stuck out his tongue, smirking before giving Matthew his undivided attention.
~•~
Austin
11:49p.m/23:49p.m
"So you're telling me you plan on stopping this war from happening?" Arthur interrogated the American.
"Yes I do plan on stopping it! You know why? 'Cause I'm the hero!" Alfred yelled triumphantly.
The Briton resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Go to bed, you need your rest," Arthur merely grunted. Alfred pouted but jumped off the couch, landing perfectly on his feet.
"Night then!" The American called as he headed up the stairs.
"Good night."
~•~
Knitez
11:58p.m/23:58p.m
Vash walked into the large sitting room of Roderich's home, stopping in the open doorway. His green eyes widened and he slowly backed out of the room.
"Vash get in here," Roderich muttered.
Vash swallowed roughly before walking inside again. He looked at the little girl that had haunted his dreams for the past year. She looked exactly the same as in his dream, just more alive.
"Oh big brother, you're here!" Lily exclaimed running up and squeezing Vash tightly in a hug.
The Swiss man returned it awkwardly, secretly hoping that this was just another dream. She let go of him and pulled him over to the fire.
"Roderich can I speak to you in private?" Vash asked. Roderich nodded and walked out of the room with Vash quickly following.
"What is she doing here? You said she was just a figment of my imagination!" Vash hollered.
"Well apparently she's not," Roderich replied, his voice much calmer than the latter's.
Vash huffed, "Well I suppose I could get used to having her around."
"Good because she'll be staying with you anyway," Roderich said. Vash snarled at the Austrian as he trudged out of the room.
"Her name is Lily!" Roderich called out at the older one.
"Big brother, are you alright?" Lily asked.
"Yes I'm quite fine, let us be going now," Vash said with a light blush dusting his cheeks.
Gilbert snickered and Mathias chuckled. Astrid and Matthew smiled as the two siblings left. Roderich walked back in, a small smile gracing his features.
"I believe we should all be heading to bed, tomorrow is a very important day," Roderich said.
Everyone happily agreed and they all departed to their respective houses. But Matthew couldn't help but worry about the next night's outcome as he fell into a restless sleep.
The first chapter of the companion series has been published so feel free to check it out and leave a review! It'll be much appreciated~! Thanks a million and please review! The next chapter will hopefully be out this weekend so you won't have to wait long. But it really actually depends on my schedule and what's happening with my brother.
See y'all next time!