Set Fire to the World
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"The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage." –Thucydides
Chapter Fourteen:
Iris opened the first moving box and pulled out a picture of her and her parents. Smiling she set the picture down on the night stand next to the large king size bed. Slowly the once guest bedroom came to life filled with her pictures, posters, random sketches of different places, and clothes barely filling the large walk in closet. Romano promising to go shopping when she was done unpacking her things, looking around Iris nodded and moved the boxes out into the corner for the apparent maids to take them out to the trash even though she wanted to do that herself and made her way to the living room.
Peeking in Iris saw her sister, Italy, and Romano talking, one of the few moments that Romano wasn't yelling at his brother. Walking in Iris sat down beside Romano smiling wider when he draped his arm around her shoulders without missing a beat of the conversation, something to do with paintings that were recently stolen by a white collar thief whatever that meant.
"Let's go shopping ve!" Italy said pulling Chloe up and ran to the door excitedly leaving Iris and Romano to follow at a more leisurely pace.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU TOMATO BASTARD!"
"But Lovi!"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! AND YOU POTATO BASTARD STAY AWAY FROM MY FRATELLO!"
"Ve…Don't be so mean to Germany fratello."
Chloe and Iris traded looks before laughing. Yup it was going to be a little bit easier leaving their parents back in America.
Nikita stepped out of the plane looking around the country that she thought that she wouldn't see for a long time. Smiling she inhaled the crisp air and slowly exhaled, "Glad to be home little Nikita?" Russia asked smiling down at the reddish brown hair girl.
Please keep my daughter safe from him.
Nikita lost her smile seeing a typical black government style car waiting for Russia and Nikita. Her father wanted her safe from her uncle and had begged Russia to keep her safe. Her father never begged. "Nikita?"
"I'm fine Russia, and yes I'm glad to be home." Nikita said smiling up at the tall nation. Already she felt a change in the nation, he was calmer and his smiles were more genuine and less creepy. She took her carryon bag from one of the flight attendants and followed Russia to the car. One of the men opened the back seat door and stepped aside letting Russia and Nikita climb into the back seat.
"Welcome back Rossiya, who is this?" Nikita looked up seeing the Prime Minister of Russia, in other words Russia's boss.
Smiling Russia wrapped an arm around Nikita's shoulders and pulls her closer to his cold body and said "This is Nikita Maximovna Stalin, she is my istorik."
"It's nice to meet you Prime Minister." Nikita said smiling at the man sitting on the other side of the back seat.
The Prime Minister nodded then pulled out three glasses and poured vodka into them and handed two of the glasses to Russia and Nikita and began talking about the economics.
"Its change since the last time you've been here so if you need any help..."
"England I would be concern if everything was the same. Change isn't bad." England sighed and unlocked the door letting Leila walk into the threshold of the large house. Looking around Leila was glad that the house had modern touches here and there, the furniture was new and comfortable looking and she couldn't wait to see the kitchen and hopefully take over most of the cooking and try to undo the damage that Scotland had done before she became England's historian. They key word is try.
"Miss Leila! Miss Leila! Miss Leila you're home!"
Leila looked up after she set down her book bag and smiled "Hello flying mint bunny, it's so good to see you again." The tiny mint bunny landed on her shoulder and nuzzled into her neck. England watched the interaction with a soft smile on his face.
Walking further into the living room Leila and England saw a man and an elder woman both dressed in regal clothes. "Ah Prime Minister, your majesty if I knew you would be here I would have tried to get an earlier flight and have some tea."
"It's quite alright England; we didn't tell you were coming. We wanted to meet your historian." The Prime Minister said smiling Leila. "Miss Leila King I presume."
"It's a privilege to meet you Prime Minister." Leila said smiling politely. The elder woman, who Leila assumed was the Queen of England and also by the fact that there were several men in black suites and wearing dark glasses at each corner of the room, stood up and walked around Leila.
"American clothing, what a disgrace." Leila looked down realizing that she was wearing jeans that had a hold in one knee and an American eagle shirt. Frowning Leila turned around to face the woman crossing her arms over her chest. "Stand up straight you're representing the United Kingdom for God's sake."
"If I was representing the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland I would be England." Leila said nodding over to England who silently watching the exchange. "I represent his history and as for the clothes I have no excuse but for the fact that I came from America and most of my clothing is American."
The queen studied Leila for a moment before nodding "You'll do" she turned to England and said "It is good to have you back, and I expect that your historian to be better dressed the next time we meet." The queen waved to her security detail then walked towards the door leaving Leila and England in the living room staring at the queen as the door closed.
"Well…Welcome home?" England said watching Leila raise an eyebrow.
"What a welcome." Leila said grinning.
Benjamin followed Anya up the stairs while listening to the blond almost white haired Prussian historian talk about how awesome it was to have Germany's awesome historian back in the boring house. Yup she was defiantly Prussia's historian but calmer than the Prussian nation trailing behind them grinning like an idiot.
"…and here's your room." Anya paused glancing back at Benjamin "Um…Germany hadn't changed it since the Second World War so…but he kept it clean and dust free." She opened the door and stepped back letting Benjamin walk into his room. Glancing at Prussia who just grinned and slung an arm around her shoulders and lead her back down the stairs, "I never did welcome you and Germany back did I? Do you want me to make you something to eat?"
Prussia grinned "You know the awesome me loves your awesome cooking."
Benjamin looked around his room, Anya was right everything looked clean a German flag handing over the bed. It was bare and had no life to it, it made him wonder how bland he really was as he set down his duffle onto the bed and pulled started to unpack his boxes.
"Looks nice." Benjamin looked up from the book he was reading seeing Anya standing at the door holding a plate of steaming hot food and...
"Is that beer?" Benjamin asked setting the book down as Anya walked in and set the tray down.
"You're nineteen right? Technically you're of age and you spent three months in boot camp without any contact from the real world you deserve a drink." Anya smiled looking around seeing posters of American football players, bands, and pictures of people in different settings. "Is that Chloe Italy's historian?" pointing to a picture where Benjamin was wearing his football uniform holding a laughing Chloe off the ground.
He nodded while taking a bite of the steak, smiling Anya turned back to him "Pretty as she was during the second war. Just bring the tray down when you're done or you can come down and join us, Germany is trying to get Prussia to stop being an idiot pretty interesting to watch."
Benjamin grinned and picked up his tray to follow Anya down the stairs.
Evelyn walked out of the meeting room and leaned against the wall sighing with relief. It was like being in a tank full of sharks just waiting for the first drop of blood to start the feeding frenzy. Meeting the President and the vice president was easy enough, but meeting the others that she was supposed to be working with along with America was like a pop quiz full of question that she never even covered in class.
Straightening up as the President stepped out of the room and let out a sigh of his own. "Well that was interesting. Miss Spears shall we?" and walked down the hall with Evelyn next to him. "America said he had a present for you." The President opened the door leading to a small yard where America was kneeling petting a dog.
America looked up seeing his boss and Evelyn walking towards them, grinning he stood up "Look who came here." America said pointing to the Rottweiler he watched the dog bound towards Evelyn who looked shocked then happy kneeling down to embrace the hyper dog.
"Ranger." Evelyn laughed scratching her dogs head.
America stood next to his boss watching Evelyn roll around in the grass.
Hetalia! Hetalia! Hetalia!
Everything was falling into place. Pawns are moving into their proper place at the proper time. Soon they would have immortality and will take the place of the personification of the nations. All they had to do now was get the samples from the historians and gather the personifications to a single location, and that was going to be easy.
Random facts about the current historian's:
Evelyn Spears: Born July 4th at midnight (technically her birthday is the 5th but come on fireworks on your birthday who wouldn't want that?)
Leila King: Born April 2nd
Nikita Maximovna Stalin: Born December 10th
Benjamin Wulf: Born January 13th
Chloe Moretti: Born May 3rd
Iris Lombardi: Born June 8th
Anya Schmidt: Prussia's Historian born March 6th