~ 1st extra chapter~
Yeah, yeah I'm back :D After this though, I swear there's only going to be about five more chapters. So 59 chapters in all :3 Please enjoy~! This chapter is New Orleans, which was requested by The Dangerous One :P Please remember to review/comment, and request an extra chapter!
Nisa: I don't own Hetalia 0w0
I feel like sometimes my life is a huge party. I usually party during the day, at night, and in the morning. I meet hundreds of people each day, make connections, and live the lucky-go-easy life. I reside in the city New Orleans, a known party-city. Here, everyone is friends. It doesn't matter what you look like, what race you are, or what you believe in. Here, no one really cares or judges other people. It's the perfect place to go on a vacation, or just to live. There is more to the perfect city though.
Everyone already knows Louisiana –Gabrielle- and how everyone thought she was a witch, etc.? A lot of her people actually practiced witch craft here. On the outside it looks like a perfect, wonderful city. Even the best cities have dirty secrets though.
My name is Tia Jones, and I'm the city New Orleans. There are four other cities in America that have taken a host. I have long, curly, black hair that goes down to the middle of my back and rust-ish colored eyes. I'm a French penal colony , but I've belonged to others as well. I actually call France 'Papa', Spain' Padre', England 'Pa', and America 'Dad' because I have been traded an awful lot between the countries.
I have slightly enlarged canines (like Romania) because back when Louisiana was just starting out, there was a ratio of 5:1 men to women population. Some nuns came over to check on the colony and see how things were and didn't like those numbers. A colony that has a 5:1 ratio is sure to fail. People die off faster than they're born. So, nuns went back to France to get some girls who would move to Louisiana and populate the colony. Every single one of the girls that came brought a coffin with them and once they got there, the New Orleans's death rate doubled. The French were very superstitious then, and when the people saw dozens of coffins being carried off of a ship docked at New Orleans, one thing immediately came to their minds: 'holy shit, those nuns brought over vampires!' Predictably, the girls who moved there didn't appreciate that, and their coffins were locked up in the third floor of a church on the convent grounds so the 'vampires 'couldn't get out of them.
As a joke my family says I'm a vampire, and Gabrielle is a witch. It bothers Lou, but not me. I know my family is joking with us anyway. Other than the fact that 'vampires' live here; there are other very 'creepy' things that have happened here.
There was a woman named Marie Laveau who lived in New Orleans with her husband Jacques Paris. Marie actually practiced Voudoun or witch craft. She was quite famous for it, and people would watch her. In 1874 as many as twelve thousand spectators, both black and white, swarmed to the shores of Lake Pontchartrain to catch a glimpse of Marie Laveau II performing her legendary rites on St. John's Eve.
In 1820 her husband died of unexplainable causes. She then worked as a hairdresser and found another lover named Louis Christophe Dumesnil de Glapion. Together they had fifteen children. All of the children died except for her daughter Marie Laveau II. Her daughter studied Voudoun with her mother- helping her when she did performances.
On June 16, 1881 the New Orleans newspapers announced that Marie Laveau had died peacefully in her home. Some people claimed to see her ghost in town after her demise though. What the police found in her house though, was quite cruel and terrifying. At least a dozen mutilated slaves were found in the attic of her house. She is still known today as the 'Voodoo' queen. People put stuff on her grave all the time, especially on Mardi Gras.
"Your history is so effrayant Tia." France shuddered dramatically after I had stopped talking. I rolled my eyes, smiling.
"So is yours Papa." I reminded, looking at the freaked out reactions of my 'parents'. They had requested I tell some creepy stories, so I did. Spain was cheerfully oblivious, and probably hadn't listened at all. Alfred was squeezing the shit out of England who looked slightly bored by the whole thing. I knew Pa had creepier stories, so he probably wasn't fazed by it at all.
"Why do I have to have such creepy kids?" Dad complained, slowly letting Arthur out of his death grip.
"That was a nice story hija." Antonio smiled happily. I rolled my eyes, biting back a giggle. I looked down at my watch frowning. This had taken longer than accepted, and I needed to be at a party soon.
"I gotta go ancêtres, or else I'm going to be late to a party. Adios~" I cheerfully said, giving them each a peck on the cheek.
"I don't speak frog." England muttered to himself.
"See you guys later~!" I said again, running out of the house and straight to my car. I was already dressed, so I would just go to the party from here. The place was called Les morts sanglante or The Bloody Dead. Convenient, huh?
I found Gabrielle waiting for me in front of the club, a frown on her usually smiling face. I frowned, wondering what could have happened. I stepped out of the car, rushing over to my sister. Her body language was tense, and her right hand shook with concentration.
"Hey hermana, what's wrong?" I asked, afraid of the answer.
"There's a person in the bar who looks exactly like Marie Laveau, and personally, she's freaking me out." She shuddered, and looked suspiciously back into the building. I frowned, rolling my eyes. My sister can be so superstitious sometimes…
"Let's go in together, si'?" I smiled, grabbing her hand and dragging her inside. It was full of people dancing, talking, and generally having a good time. What caught my eye though, was the woman at the bar. As Lou had said, she was the spitting image of Marie Laveau. I felt a shudder go through me as I found myself being pulled towards the woman.
My heart stopped beating when she looked right into my eyes. It was just like before… when she was still alive…
"Tia Jones?" she asked, smirking and smiling. My heart stopped beating as I felt my life being drained from my body… until Gab showed up and smacked Marie Laveau full on. I've never seen her slap someone before, but it was pretty impressive. The look on the woman's face was anger and shock.
"Gabrielle Jones as well, hm?" she cackled, smiling wickedly.
"You're dead." I deadpanned, not really shocked that she would be here. She laughed, making Lou flinch with unease.
"Correct dear. I just finally got the power to come back for a bit, that's all."
"It's impossible. I might as well kill you again to keep you dead." I said seriously, meaning every word. Marie Laveau had caused so much pain in the pass, and I probably didn't even know half of it. All I knew was that fourteen of her children died (of unexplainable causes) and the same with her first husband. She might have actually killed them, but I didn't know for sure. It was kind of funny that I had just been talking about her though.
"Don't worry, I'll be gone by tonight." She waved her hand dismissively, taking another sip of wine. Lou looked unconvinced of the whole thing though.
"Then we'll both be sticking around to make sure that happens." I purred, feeling myself slowly fade into the 'don't mess with Tia' mood.
"Do whatever you want." She flashed me a wicked grin, which told me I'd better keep an eye on her. I didn't question the fact that a woman who had died hundreds of year ago was now standing in front of me, because that would make me lose focus.
It was midnight, and Marie Laveau still hadn't disappeared. I sighed, really not wanting to have to kill her to make her stay dead. Gab was still glaring at her from the other side of the room, as if mentally burning a hole in the woman's head. I decided I was done waiting, and walked right over to her.
"So, when are you planning on dying again?" I said coldly, ignoring the glances in our direction. She smiled eerily again, saying creepily,
"As soon as the moon sets and the sun comes out again."
"Will you be back among the living again tomorrow?"
"No dear, just tonight. Well maybe in a couple hundred years, but not anytime soon."
"Why did you come back anyway?" I asked curiously. I frowned when she didn't answer, which put me on edge.
"Reasons."
It was almost sunrise, and truthfully, I was exhausted. It did surprise me though, when Marie Laveau walked right out of the front door. Gabrielle and I raced after her, just deciding to get rid of her ourselves. It surprised me when I saw her walking towards Burbon Street, the street where her house was. Her house was on display to the public, a sort of 'tourist attraction'. The locals refused to go in there though, demanding that the house was cursed. I personally didn't believe it all.
"Huh, just like I thought." I heard Marie Laveau mutter to herself. She looked unsurprised to see all the posters exclaiming 'come and see the witch queen's lair!' She pulled out a couple of matches, and quickly flicked them across the ground. They all lit at once (this was the voodoo queen after all) and threw them all at the house before either of us could utter a word.
It went up in flames, just as the sun slowly peeked over the trees. Marie Laveau looked at me with mad eyes, and proclaimed,
"Just a few things to hide, that's all."
In the end, Marie Laveau's house was destroyed. It confused the police because no matter how much water they put on it, the fire would not cease. It stopped abruptly when the house was fully in ashes, and nothing remained. Marie Laveau's words echoed in my head, making me shiver with unease. What if some other clues rested in her house, telling of more gruesome deeds? That's probably why she came back, only to cover her tracks. It all confused me, so I tried hard to just be cheerful and forget everything. Or I could say I was attempting to be Spain in this whole matter.
-The End-
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