Girls' chat
"Alright girls! It's time for our monthly Yaoi Club reunion!" Hungary spoke with a large grin as she faced her female audience.
Once a month, she would gather a group of Yaoi fangirls at her house (She'd make sure that Roderich is out visiting Switzerland or Germany or Spain during that day). Usually it's a small group of mainly herself, Belgium, Taiwan, and sometimes Liechtenstein (when she escaped her brother's attention). But today she also has Seychelles, Vy, Vietnam, Ukraine and strangely enough Gibraltar came too. Even more strange … Belarus came. Ok. That's not normal but maybe she can turn the murderous northern girl into a BL fan? Worth a try! Hungary frowned. Counting out the unusual guests, she also felt observed and was slightly worried but she brushed it off as her imagination … or Prussia. And if it is Prussia, he'll soon be in deep pain and meeting her new frying pan.
"So what the fuck do you do in those Yao-whatever meeting?" Victoria asked with a sceptical lifted eyebrow.
"Well, usually we just focus on the new mangas Japan sends us and we have chats about the world's yaoi pairings. We compare our ideas and such. Oh, sometimes we even write fics of our own and share it with the others of the club. But all this must remain secret from the boys. I don't want Roderich to get a heart attack if he finds my fic of him and Prussia." Elisaveta explains, a creepy smile on her face as she spoke that last part.
"What's yaoi?" Vy piped out of her childish girly voice. She was only a child after all. Ukraine blushed and covered the child's ears.
"This is not suited for a child!"
"Hey! I'm not a kid! I'm old enough to do what I want! No fair! Even Sealand won't tell me what it means so I thought I could find out if I came here!"
"It's a love / sexual relationship between two boys." Victoria dead-panned with a bored sigh.
"Oh. So it's a homo relationship?"
"Si."
"Oh." Vy's thick eyebrows (inherited from her British colonisers) knitted themselves together in a confused frown. "So … What's interesting about that?"
"Beats me." Victoria replied with a shrug.
"You kids are just too young to understand the beauty of Yaoi love!" Taiwan spoke with a wise expression she had imitated from China. The two British colonies stared at her with bored eyes before turning back to ignoring the Asian.
"So why did you come, Victoria?"
"A little bird told me that there would be some talks concerning the competition."
"Oh! About England! I heard Aussie complain about it! He said England sent all his pets home and a massive bill with it. He was very pissed."
"No kidding. I got España all depressed and he nearly chopped my head off."
The room silenced as shocked expressions stared at the Spanish girl. She let out an amused giggle before explaining.
"Mi Papa is quite bad at anger management. He got into a fit and while chopping off the trees in our garden he nearly chopped me."
"… Is he insane?! I never thought Spain to be like that!" Belgium shrieked in worry as she looked the tanned girl up and down to check any possible damage.
"No. He's just jealous. So he says."
"Jealous! Yes! That's perfect!" Hungary cheered happily, already dismissing the disturbing fact that Spain had nearly rendered his daughter headless.
"Today's meeting will revolve around the most wonderful event ever! The on-going competition between nations of the world and with its prize … England!" She explained and earned some cheers from a few girls but most only stared in confusion, not really knowing what to do.
"Brother will win!"
Everyone looked at the Belarusian as she glared darkly.
"Like hell! España is going to win! Because he has me to help him!" Victoria smirked devilishly while challenging the silver haired girl. The tension between the two grew to the point where Hungary tried moving the conversation onto a more peaceful note.
"Well … I did give a hand to Prussia and it went pretty well … they were making out so I got lots of pictures!" Elisaveta exhibited proudly her photographs.
"Ooooh! Liz! Those are great! Amazing!" Taiwan giggled!
"Aaah! Don't look!" Ukraine shouted while covering the curious eyes of Vy.
"Why? I wanna see too!"
"Is this the kind of stuff you do in your free time, Taiwan?" The calm Vietnam asked while inspecting one of the pictures with a dubious face.
"Don't judge, Viet! You need to learn more about BoyLove before you can judge! That's why I brought you here! So you could learn!"
"But I don't want to …"
"Oh! Look at that one! Arthur completely owns Gilbert here!" Belle squealed while Seychelles looked over her shoulder with curiosity.
"Uh … I feel so bad for England right now." She sighed.
"Hey! Stop stalking my dad!" Victoria growled angrily as she snapped away the pictures not without glancing at each of them and smiling at a few. Yep. Her dad was hot! No doubt! "Besides, España will win so this is nothing compared to El Conquistador's passion!"
"I'd like to see that!"
"Well, I'm still surprised that England flat out rejected America. I mean, I was sure the two of them would end up together." Belgium sighed in disappointment but her cheery grin soon rushed back. "Then again … it would be fun if Arthur got together with say …"
"China! Or Japan!" Taiwan squealed excitedly.
"The Englishman is going to be with Brother and nobody else!"
"Natalya, why are you so determined about this?" Ukraine couldn't help be worried but surprised by her sister's devotion to pairing England with Russia. It's quite disturbing when you know that Belarus sees Russia as only hers normally. The silver haired girl glared darkly at her sister before answering.
"Because that bastard dared to reject Brother!"
"Really? This is news! So that's one more down!" Hungary squealed happily while checking her list of suitors on her notepad.
"His monster of a brother sent out a beast after Brother! I won't forgive them!" Belarus hissed darkly but soon fell mute as she remembered the night of Russia's confession. Wales was on her black list ever since and she had no problem in killing him. The problem lies with Northern Ireland. No matter what enemy Belarus had faced in the past, never had she felt such a fear as when faced with the eerie angry ginger girl. She was truly the devil!
"Natalya? What's wrong?" Katyusha gently stroked her sister's back as she noticed the girl's stun. Suddenly, Natalya brought her knees to her chest and folded herself into a ball as she rocked herself back and forth, crystal eyes wide in panic and muttering incomprehensibly in her breath. She sounded terrorised. And that sight was disturbing every other nation in the room. Who could possibly make Belarus crumble down like that?
"I hate that girl." The younger nation muttered but Katyusha clearly heard the fear in her voice. That's odd. Natalya is not one to easily get scared. What exactly had she seen to traumatise her so?
"Who are you talking about?"
Belarus didn't answer. Everyone's attention was focused on her and an anxious tensed silence stretched over the female nations.
Needless to say the sudden ringing of a phone made everyone jump and scream in panic.
"Ah! Sorry, that's mine!" Victoria apologised while answering her phone. The first word she spoke was enough to make Belarus scream in utter fear and panic and run to hide under Hungary's bed.
"Hello Aunt North? Uh? Hold on a sec …" Victoria and every other girl in the room stared at the fleeing Belarusian. Ukraine soon ran after her in panic.
Vicky turned to Elisaveta, lifting a questioning eyebrow.
"What's her deal?"
"No clue. Who's Aunt North?"
"Northern Ireland. I told her to come over."
Immediately, everyone in the room shivered and a few female nations thought maybe they'd want to follow Belarus' example. They all remembered all too well Northern Ireland's … attitude during the conference. And if the redhead girl were to get wind of what kind of activity was involved here: Stalking and taking pictures of Arthur, latest news on Arthur, selling pictures of Arthur to the guys (hey they need to make money somehow), betting on Arthur's final decision, …
She would not be happy.
Definitely not.
"Yeah, it's just around the corner! I'll meet you at the door!" Gibraltar chatted idly before running to answer to her approaching relative. It didn't take long for the bell to ring and a happy "Hola Aunt North!" to answer back. Elisaveta quickly hid away her pictures and any proof that might lead back to Arthur.
All eyes turned towards the young 18 year old looking woman and her fiery long hair flying around her like a curtain of fire. The girl grinned brightly at her female colleagues and dropped herself in a nearby seat, crossing her legs and arms resting on the armchair. She was dressed … well to be frank she looked like a gothic / punk styled teen. Her dark or black clothes, chains and spikes all over her neck, wrists, waist and ankles, her boots based with solid metal soles and black leather reaching up to her knees. Dark leggings and a crimson tartan skirt with chains all over it and skull buckle at her dark leather belt. Her top was a black sleeveless shirt and a red tie tied loosely around her neck despite the top buttons of her shirt undone and revealing part of her chest. A chocker hung at her neck with spikes and a medallion in the shape of a heart and displaying the Union Flag. In her hand she carried a leather jacket that looked worn out from years or maybe even decades of usage.
All in all, she looked nothing like she did in her meeting suit. With a Cheshirecat-like smile Fiona her golden coin distractedly in the air. A one faced coin that showed a crown on one side and nothing on the other. She knew her Irish annoying bastard of a brother to also have a similar coin. It's useful to just flip it distractedly. It keeps your mind busy and holds back the urge of murdering people. Mind you not for long.
"Sooooo … I heard you girls where having an update meeting on my brother's situation? And what situation might this be? I thought I heard something about a … competition?" Fiona growled that last word, her typical emerald eyes of the British Isles glowed dangerously.
"You do realise that your next words will decide whether I shall murder you today or let you live till tomorrow. As Arthur would say, speak wisely." She grinned darkly, already planning the various ways she was going to murder the present nations, a dark aura slowly grew around her body.
"Oh! You didn't know about it?" Victoria suddenly asked in realisation.
Immediately, Fiona's aura turned off and she turned a blank expression to her niece.
"Know what?"
"Well … I heard it from España. Apparently, the boys decided they would all try their chance at getting dad's heart. So it does sound like a competition but I think they are all really serious about it. No offense, but I'm rutting for Antonio."
Fiona took a few seconds to acknowledge the information and deciding whether it was worth wasting her bullets on. No. It's not.
She sighed heavily and shook her head in exasperation.
"Whaaaat? That's it? Booooring! And here I thought I'd find something more exciting! Alright I'm leaving! Enjoy your little yo … ya … yahoo-what-the-fuck-ever meeting! Vicky, come over more often, Arthur misses you!" The ginger Brit suddenly got up and headed for the door.
"Wait!"
She turned back and was faced with a determined yet confused Hungarian. Lifting an eyebrow, Fiona tilted her head cutely. When she wasn't murderous, she was adorable and really cute.
"What?"
"Is that all? I was sure you'd get angry, judging from your behaviour at the meeting …" Hungary was interrupted by finger on her lips.
"Are you trying to win over my brother?"
"Eh? No! Of course not! He's hot and all but not my type … besides, I want to see him with one of those guys in the end so …"
"Alright. So I have no reason to blow your head off. Unless you tell me that you're going to try date my Arthur, then I won't hurt you. Is that all you wished to ask?"
"Eh? Uh … yeah …" Elisaveta mumbled, slightly disorientated and confused by the other girl's reasoning.
"Then I'm off. I just wanted to check this competition thing. Oh and tell Belarus that I'm not going to kill her if she stops meddling with my brother. Really the poor dear looks terrorised … I wonder why." Fiona frowned slightly, unable to comprehend what she had done that could have caused Belarus to freak out on her like that. I mean, she just … sort of … and … yeah, ok that might have been a bit harsh but … and then … alright maybe she shouldn't have … but aside from that …
"Uh. Didn't think it would only take that to traumatise her. You know I got forced to attend bloody parliament for a whole fucking week because of that incident?" Fiona growled now half mumbling to herself.
They say the first sign to madness is talking to oneself. If that's true then the British Isles had all gone bonkers ages ago. Then again, people thought them crazy because they could see magical beings. It's all relative in the end.
"I don't get it."
Fiona snapped out of her own little world and glanced up at Elisaveta.
"What are you still on about?"
"I don't get it. Why are you and your brothers behaving like that? From what the rumours say, you guys never get along. And you fight all the time and hate each other. So why are you all being so stubborn and over-protective? And of England of all people?"
Fiona chuckled in delight. She had been wondering when people would start asking that question.
"Oh well, it's simple really! Arthur, Scott, Connor and Patrick are my brothers. That's a fact. And those who have siblings should know this but a healthy sibling relationship never goes without a few fights. Granted we fight more than healthy but then, who said we had a healthy sibling relationship in the first place?" Fiona giggled maniacally and was starting to creep out her audience.
"I want Patrick dead. But I don't want anybody else but me to pull the trigger on his heart. So that means: Don't fuck with Ireland without my permission. Now as for the other three … Scotty and Conny are sweet and I care for them. So I'll kill you if you harm them. And finally, I'm in love with my brother Arthur."
The outright confession of the girl startled all the others and they could do nothing but stare in shock.
"B-But … he's your brother!" Seychelles whispered in a high-pitched breath. North shrugged as if it didn't bother her more than that.
"Aye and? You try living with him for decades and not fall in love with him! I'll give you a medal for it. Although ... Scotty called it more like an obsession but really it equals to the same thing, doesn't it?"
'No it doesn't!' everyone's mind kept screaming. Love and obsession is the difference between Ukraine with Matthew and Belarus with Russia!
"But in any case, the reason I don't like people hitting on Arty is mainly because I want him for myself. Selfish? Aye, I am. But then what else do I have if not my brothers? What else do we have? We're nations and so we cannot allow ourselves to trust other nations. Forget about relationships, just plain friendship is difficult. But that's why … my brothers and I are close. Very close and we will always remain as such. I'm not saying we have a healthy relationship … we don't. I love Arty and so do Patrick and Connor. So that's quite an issue in itself but then there's Scotty around so things go sort of well." Fiona let herself think for a few seconds before continuing in front of a downright bemused audience.
"We do hate each other and hold deep grudges. But I guess hate and love walk in pair, don't they? Our internal issues are ours to manage privately and we won't allow outsiders to meddle in and break the fragile links we try to maintain between us. So don't think you can come and fuck up our world just under some false pretense of 'love'. You don't even know what love is!"
Fiona slammed the door open and started to walk out. She motioned Victoria to follow and glanced down at Vy. The two colonies diligently followed after her. Fiona's emerald green eyes glared back inside as she spoke her last words.
"We saw ourselves get so fucked up to a point you would consider madness. So trade carefully. You wouldn't want to make us mad, would you? And for the notice: Arthur is the last person you want to make mad~!"
"What. The. Hell. Was. That.?!" Elisaveta finally spoke after an entire half hour had passed since Fiona left. All the girl quietly nodded and soon started to leave one after another.
"Mad … she did sound like that." The Hungarian shook her head but then thought back at her own past and her own life. Who was she to judge? After all, no nation in this world can remain sane for very long.
"Guess I'll go see how Gilbert and Ludwig are doing."
AN: Thanks for the wait and sorry that's all I'm posting right now but this story got a bit left out as I was absorbed in the others (like Your Precious Existence). I can guarantee that the next chapter will be about Northern Ireland. The way I picture her might be completely wrong and if someone from Northern Ireland wants to complain, they can but I tried to give her an overall British feel rather than specifically Irish because I think that's what distinguishes her from Republic of Ireland.
She's got an interesting personality and is really sweet normally but I like to think that she'd have a split personality that happened when she separated from Republic of Ireland and entered a troubled mental state. Her obsession over her brother would come from that time when he was trying to protect her. And she's quite fond of Scotland since a lot of Scots (yes and Welsh and English too but a lot less) moving to Northern Ireland (protestants) were kind of responsible for the separation of religion and now of country. So technically, Northern Ireland is a bit tricky. Plus she's the only girl in a family of fighting and rebellious male nations constantly at war (either with each other or with the rest of the world) so obviously she'd turn out with a messed up personality! Tough she does keep a seeming of innocence and childishness to her and she likes to get herself spoiled by her brothers.
Alright, now I think I'm rambling on too much. I'll update the next chapter faster than this one! I promise!
