Hello again! No, I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT ALABAMA~! xD someone else is currently working on it :3 So please enjoy! :D Also, I'm taking a break on Dark Hetalia for a bit ;-; Please rememer to review/comment and request a state!
Nisa: Don't own hetalia -_-;
Any stranger is allowed at my house. The homeless, drunk, lost, traveling, and people running away. I try so very hard to be so polite to everything. I guess it's just my southern hospitality~ my name is Emma Jones, and I'm South Carolina. You probably already know my brother, Wyatt. Or better known as North Carolina.
It was a stormy night; my brother and Roanoke were staying over for the night. We were sitting calmly watching T. V. when I heard a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." I smiled, stopping Wyatt from getting up. I padded down the carpeted hallway in my velvet slippers, wondering who in the world would had come to my house. I opened it cautiously, poking my head out of the door. There stood a girl around the age of thirteen, and behind her, a little boy around the age of five. My curious pale green eyes found her tired golden ones.
"May I help you?" I asked politely, wondering why two children would be wondering about in this type of weather.
"Can we please come in? A friend of mine told me you accepted run aways. Is that true?" she asked, pushing the little boy behind her in a protecting sort of way. She had a slight British accent, and I wondered to myself if it was actually England, trying to trick my brother.
"Why yes, I do. How about you two come inside?" I smiled, beckoning them inside. I wondered for a brief second if I should attempt to call their parents- though, I had to listen to their leaving first. Who knows, maybe they were abused.
I led them inside and into the living room, while my two siblings stared at me with questioning eyes. I helped them both out of their coats, and motioned for them to take a seat. The girl looked warily at Wyatt, before finally deciding it was safe.
"I'm going to make some hot chocolate. Does anyone want some?" I asked, looking potently at the two children.
"Nah, I'm good." Wyatt interrupted, stretching. Roanoke rolled her eyes, knowing this was going to end badly.
"I wasn't talking to you." I growled, my left eye twitching softly. Did I mention that I can't stand my siblings when their rude?
"Whatever. Look, these kids are already messing up your house. It's not like you owe them anything~" he yawned, moving back to a more comfortable place on the couch. Now my left eye was twitching like crazy, and anger boiled up inside me.
"I'm going to make all of us some hot chocolate. Please, you two make yourselves at home." I said, trying to remain in control. I hurried off to the kitchen, breathing hard. My nails dug into my palm, and I tried to calm down.
"You bastard, die!" I heard a yell, and then a crashing noise. I hissed in annoyance, rushing back to the room. Wyatt was lying on the floor, and an angry girl stood next to him.
"Don't you dare accuse my brother of such a thing dammit!"
"I thought he was England! He probably is, pipsqueak!"
"Shut up! If you call me small one more time-"
"Enough!" I yelled, pulling Wyatt up. "What the hell did you do idiot?" I hissed, slapping him lightly with the wooden spoon I was still holding.
"I thought he was England! He asked me who Roanoke was, so I told him to go jump in a hole!"
"You idiot! He's just a child!"
"- and actually England!"
"Go upstairs, and stay there!" I hissed, jabbing my finger to the stairs. "I'm trying to be a nice host!"
"Pft, pretty stupid one of you ask me~"
"Well I wasn't! So you and Roanoke can go upstairs, and not get any hot chocolate!"
"I didn't want any anyway!" he retorted, crossing his arms in a huff.
"Good, because you aren't getting any!"
Without us noticing, Roanoke had already helped the two children, giving them two bus tickets, and an address of a friend's house they could stay at.
"I'm so very sorry about my siblings. I called a taxi, so it should drop you both off at the bus. Just find another taxi, hand them the money, and show them this address. I'll call my friend to let her know your both coming." she said calmly.
"Thanks so much!" the girl replied, taking the money and tickets. The taxi pulled up, and she watched them both climb in.
"Goodbye! Thanks again!" they both called, and the taxi pulled away. Roanoke turned to her still fighting siblings, shaking her head.
"Uhm, their gone." she said loudly, trying to pull them apart.
"What?" I yelled tearing off to the door. "You did help them, correct?"
"Yeah, yeah, just relax."
"Thank god child-England is gone."
"That wasn't England idiot!"
"It was!"
Roanoke sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night.
-The End xD-
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