Disclaimer: I no own Hetalia in any way! But if I did... it would be chaos!
Better Summary: Monique meets France in the weirdest way possible. Also, Monique comes up with an idea for the gang to meet up with her.
I feel proud for posting this chappie after the last one quickly, but sorry if it's short for your liking~! Now, roll the film~!
Chapter 12
She wasn't prepared for such a mission. She didn't even know who this guy was. Okay, he looked familiar, but she didn't remember his name. All she knew was with this guy, there's going to be lots of trouble coming along.
Her name was Monique, and she was fifteen years old. She didn't expect something like this to happen!
It was nighttime at Monique's home. Monique was just getting ready for bed, when she heard a rustle outside her window. She opened her window and peered outside. "Qui est là?" Monique whispered a little too quietly. She didn't hear any more noise, so she left her window open. It was a habit of Monique's to leave her window open because she needs fresh air every night. Monique got into bed and soon fell asleep.
Meanwhile, France was lost. He knew he was in Paris, but he didn't know which part of Paris he was in. He decided to stay in an empty house for the night. He hid in a bush near a house. The house wasn't lit, so France figured the house was empty. He crept into the window, which was conveniently opened. He slid into, what was apparently, a bed. He started to fall asleep and fell into a dream about being back with his friends.
At about 1:00 A.M., Monique woke up abruptly. She had a nightmare that some monster was sleeping next to her. She was telling herself, "It's just a dream," when she heard a noise. It appeared to sound like… snoring. Someone else was in the room!
She took up her baseball bat, which she kept under her bed for personal reasons. She crept silently over to turn on the lights. She could've screamed, but she was grateful she didn't.
A blonde man was sleeping in the vacant spot on Monique's bed!
France jerked awake because he "felt" the light turn on. He was surprised that someone was actually in the house. Suddenly, he spotted someone. It was a girl who appeared to be fifteen. She seemed pale and scared. France knew what was going to happen next. Before Monique could scream, France quickly clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Listen, mon cher," France started, "I'll explain later. Just calm down and don't scream, okay? Just hear me out. Promise me you won't scream."
Monique didn't like the situation she was in, but she nodded a promise. France removed his hand from Monique's mouth and sighed. Almost immediately, Monique pointed her baseball bat and France and asked, "Qui dans le monde êtes-vous?"
Before France could introduce himself, he stopped. Does this girl only know French? France wondered. He decided to ask the girl if she did. "Pouvez-vous parler anglais?" France asked.
Monique understood. Maybe this guy thought that her mom was overhearing their conversation. She knew how that felt; whenever she wanted to tell a secret that she doesn't want her mom to know, she speaks in English. "Yes, I do," Monique answered. "Why?"
"Good, I was just wondering if you understood me," France sighed. "Okay, let me explain. I'm France. It may sound crazy, but I'm the representation of this country."
Now, where has Monique seen this man before? Oh, that's right. Her best friend, Sonya, loved an anime show called "Hetalia," and she has seen France before on that show. How did she end up actually meeting the character?
"Yeah, I knew you looked familiar," Monique informed. "But, I know you from an anime show. How did you end up in real life?"
"Let's just say a stupid américain stuck his nose into someone's property and magically sent me and other countries here," France explained.
"Oh, okay," Monique sarcastically stated.
"Please let me stay," France begged. "I can't be out there by myself. Someone must have found my other friends and are coming after us soon. This encounter might lead to great adventure. Je vous en prie let me stay here."
Monique couldn't help but feel pity. She sighed. "Fine, you can stay," Monique permitted. "But if you try to do anything that involves my personal space, I swear I'm going to pummel you so hard with this baseball bat, just like Hungary and her frying pan."
"Merci," France acknowledged. "I promise I will do something to pay you back!"
"For the love of grace, what have I gotten into?" Monique groaned. She climbed back into bed, but she was reluctant when France climbed in next to her. "Remember, I have my baseball bat right under the bed," Monique reminded France.
"I won't do anything," France promised, though he was tempted to break that rule.
It was soon that Monique and France fell asleep.
France: "Ohonhonhonhon..."
Me: "Hey, France, what'cha doing?"
"You're kidding me!" Lucie groaned. "You're grounded?"
"Yeah, because I just had to call you at midnight two nights ago," Monique answered.
Monique was grounded in her bedroom, which was really disturbing. It was even more disturbing with France around.
"Well, that means you can't come to my birthday party?"
"Yup."
"Oh, that sucks!" Lucie groaned. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Why can't you just sneak out of the house? You did that plenty of times before, remember?"
"I don't want to remember those times," Monique sighed. She remembered the first time she snuck out; it was because of the same person in the room with her, France. That was why he seemed familiar. She didn't want to bring up the situation to France and let him recall who the little girl was.
"Well, can't you sneak out of the house one more time?" Lucie pleaded. "Please, for me? You never were able to go to any of my birthday parties!"
That was a true fact. Every time Monique was invited to Lucie's birthday parties, she was always stuck in a situation where she can't go.
Monique sighed and gave in. "Fine, I'll go," Monique promised.
"Yay! Thank you!" Lucie cheered. "And if you need anything, just give me a call, okay?"
"Okay, see you tonight," Monique stated. The two friends soon hung up. Monique sighed. "You've got to help me sneak out, France. I can't do this by myself, so you're coming with me."
"Sure," France agreed. "I always like a party with girls around…" Monique glared at France warningly. "Actually, I like any kind of parties."
"You better," Monique threatened. Suddenly, her phone rang again and played "Le Jazz Hot," one of Monique's favorite jazz songs. "Hang on a second." Monique picked up her phone. "Hello?"
"Monique, is that you?" a familiar voice emitted. "It's me, Sonya!"
Monique could have jumped on the bed and shout with joy, but she knew better and held her feelings in. "Sonya, are you sure that's you? You sound so different!"
"We haven't heard from each other since forever!" Sonya recounted.
"I know right?" Monique agreed.
"Okay, back to business… you remember Hetalia right?" Sonya asked.
"Yeah…" Monique confirmed. She didn't like where this was going.
"Well, a couple of other people and I found other Hetalia characters, and we're trying to find the ones here in our world," Sonya explained. "Have you seen France yet?"
Monique stared at France, who was admiring himself in the mirror. "I've more than seen him. He's practically living in my bedroom. He didn't do anything, um, weird to me, though."
"That's a relief," someone sighed in the background.
"Well, we were wondering if you and France can come with us," Sonya continued. "We're going to need all the help we can get if we're going to get Germany and Romano. Italy is fine with us, though."
Monique glared at France and recalled that he mentioned something about great adventure. Could this be the adventure France mentioned? "Sure, I'll join," Monique agreed. "But… where do we meet? I'll be at a party tonight, so I don't know where I'll see you."
"We can see you tonight," Sonya scheduled. "After all, we're already in Paris."
"You're in Paris right now? How?" Monique asked.
"…Long story, but I need to know where you want us to meet," Sonya urged.
Suddenly, Monique had a great inspiration. "Hang on a second, I'm putting you on hold," Monique delayed. She put down her phone and grabbed the telephone on her desk. She dialed a number and waited patiently for Lucie to pick up.
"This is the Fournier residence," Lucie's voice greeted. "Who might this be?"
"Lucie, it's Monique," Monique said. "Do you mind if some people I know come with me to the party. I'll explain to you at the party."
"Why not?" Lucie allowed. "They say, 'The more, the merrier!'"
"Great, I'll see you at the party tonight," Monique promised. She hung up and got back on her cell phone. "Sonya, you and your friends get ready. You're going to go to a birthday party!"
Thanks for reading this~! It means a lot. And a million thanks to all my reviewers. You all deserve cookies~! Anyway, translations:
Qui est là?: Who's there?
Qui dans le monde êtes-vous?: Who in the world are you?
Pouvez-vous parler anglais?: Can you speak English?
américain: American
Next Chapter Summary: The gang go to a birthday party, and Sonya is pulled into a weird situation involving music.
Thanks for reading this~!
~hetaliaforever123
