OOOF Sorry about the spelling and stuff in the last chapter. Anyway, welcome to Midterm month! (hurray...) But it's the weekend, so here it goes! Again I'm just having fun writing this so please leave a review or suggest stuff for me to add!
OCCUPIED: A Tale from World War Two
A Hetalia work by Count OCD
Chapter 10
France looked down at the two from the window in the hall upstairs. He'd seen the whole thing. The tears in his eyes, which he'd tried so hard to keep from falling, now flowed down his cheeks like the rain pouring from the sky. Perhaps today had been one where he'd been defeated by Germany and now he'd be made fun of for the rest of his life, but he'd just witnessed something so beautiful, so pure-
Suddenly, he heard a scream from down the hall. He looked out the window one more time before rushing down to see what all the commotion was about.
Czechia collapsed on her bed. This girl was exhausting! Slovakia was sitting on the floor, braiding Lavone's hair. He looked up at Czechia, smiling. That smile helped her back to her feet. How did I fall in love with him again? Czechia brushed off her skirts and smoothed her hair. "Lavone?" She tried to ask sweetly.
"What?" Lavone looked up at her.
"When Slovakia is done with your hair, what would you like to do next?"
"Why do you care? And why do I have to be STUCK in here with YOU?" Lavone started to kick her feet, her boots pounding on the floor.
"No-no-no! Stop, Lavone!" Czechia tried to shush her.
"GO AWAY!"
"Now Lavone," Slovakia calmly put his hand on her shoulder. "I know you don't want to be stuck here, but right now it's pouring outside. And we don't want you to get lost in this big house, and trust me, it's very easy to get lost!" He smiled and Lavone calmed down.
"Alright… I guess I can stay here, but…" She pointed at Czechia, "you have to leave!"
"Why do you get to tell me what to do?" Czechia demanded.
"Because I DO!"
"Look, this is all getting a bit tense. Can we all calm down? Lavone, would you like to play a game with me?" Slovakia tried to intervene, but Lavone had stood up and looked up into Czechia's face.
Czechia squared up for a fight. It didn't matter that Lavone was a little kid. She'd had it coming. "Listen up, you little spratek, you'd better-"
Suddenly Lavone screamed and started to rise up off the ground. Her black boots lifted off the floor and her hair swarmed around her face. Bright light started to shine around her, Slovakia and Czechia looked away as the light grew.
When the light dimmed, Lavone stood back on the floor. In her hands was a double bladed axe. Her eyes glowed and she looked at Czechia.
"I. Am. Vichy." She said, her voice seemed to echo in Czechia's head. Then she collapsed on the floor.
"That's not… normal." Slovakia looked at Czechia. "What should we do?"
"Don't look at me!" Czechia nudged Lavone's arm with her foot. "She's probably not very heavy though… We just need to find a place to hide-"
"She's not dead, Czechia! Let's just bring her to-"
"Let's bring her to Austria! He raised a bunch of brats, he'll know what to do!"
"Yeah, I was gonna… yeah let's do that." Slovakia mumbled and stood up.
Czechia picked up Lavone's arm and dragged her out of their bedroom into the hall.
A scream echoed down the hall. Netherlands ignored it and continued ushering the people into his bedroom. Showed them a door in the back of his closet. "This leads up to the attic. Stay quiet and we'll get you out by tomorrow morning."
One of the younger adults asked him, "What was that scream?"
"It was nothing, there is a small girl, she was probably throwing a fit. Continue." He gestured to the door.
"Is that an attic?" Prussia looked over the heads of the people crowding in the door.
"Yes, Mr. Gilbert."
"Since when did we have an attic?"
"Have you not always had an attic?" The Netherlands looked unconcerned by the news.
Once all the people had gone up to the attic. He shut the door. "Let's go see what all that fuss was about." He lead the way out the door.
Poland rode on through the storm on his horse as fast as it would go. He couldn't see anything through the rain, but pressed forward. He couldn't tell how long he'd been riding, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he kept going. 'Cuz that helped you a lot when Germany invaded. A voice in his head tried to chime in. He shivered. He was soaked and frozen, but he knew he couldn't stop until he was back in Russia.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Vichy France was the French Puppet State headed by Marshal Philippe Petain during World War Two. It was an independent ally of Nazi Germany until Germany took over in 1942. I hope you enjoy the way I'm writing Vichy as a character. Please leave suggestions!
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya (not me) I just thought it would be really cool to write a new character!