Alright! This is the second to last chapter. [I don't know what to do with this information, but I thought y'all deserved to know...] THANKS FOR READING!
OCCUPIED: A Tale from World War Two
A Hetalia work by Count OCD
Chapter 13
The sun had almost completely risen. Switzerland climbed into the driver's seat and looked over at Liechtenstein in the passenger seat, she was asleep. He started up the engine and drove down back onto the road.
Norway opened his eyes, someone had turned off the lights in the room, so his eyes took a minute to adjust to the darkness. He could hear Denmark snoring, and could feel Lavone curled up next to him. He lay still thinking about the night before. A lot had happened: Denmark was in love with him… a sudden revelation, but it was kinda cute. Sweden was coming today. Nothing else to do today but wait I guess… Norway rolled his head to look over at Lavone, and saw Denmark staring at him.
"Hi…?" Norway started.
"Good morning." Denmark smiled. "How did you sleep?"
Norway started "uuuh…" he hadn't realized Denmark was awake, but he was saved by Lavone: "Uhg, be more quiet! I'm trying to sleep." She rolled over and put Norway's arm over her head. One of her braids was completely undone, as she'd slept in them all night, so half her hair was very frizzy.
Denmark started to laugh, Norway sort of smiled nervously. Lavone sat up and hit Denmark on the head with her pillow. "C'mon! It's time to get up!" she climbed off the bed and started to pull Norway off by the arm.
"Guess we're awake now." Denmark smiled at Lavone's sudden change in mood and sat up. Norway sat up too, he was still tired; he'd need coffee. He rubbed his eyes and pushed the hair out of his face. Denmark started to stretch and casually stretched his arm around Norway's shoulders and leaned into him a little. Norway whacked his face with a pillow. Denmark fell back onto the bed, coughing on pillow. Maybe he is unbearable, but… I don't know. This might work out. I guess.
Lavone thumped down the stairs. She was tired of trying to get Norway and Denmark to come play with her, so she went downstairs to get some food. Her stomach growled from the night before, when she hadn't eaten anything. Trying to push her hair flat, she walked into the kitchen. Prussia was already sitting at the kitchen table, Austria was cooking something at the stove.
"Ah! Good morning Lavone!" Prussia waved at her and smiled.
Lavone hopped up on another chair and smiled at him. "Guten morgen, Mr. Prussia." She tried to impress him by speaking some German. Prussia blushed and smiled "Guten morgen, Lavone."
Austria started laughing hysterically. He doubled over, wheezing. "Mr. Prussia! Hahaha! Oh, humanity! Heh heh, No, No, Lavone. Don't-" he tried to talk, but was laughing too hard. Prussia threw his coffee cup at Austria's head, it missed but the mug shattered on the ground behind Austria.
Austria took off his glasses and turned to Lavone. "Don't- heh, don't-" but Austria couldn't finish, he was still wheezing and his eyes were tearing up.
Once Germany had rounded up everyone for breakfast he began to elaborate on the schedule he'd planned out for the day. "After this, France and Prussia will be coming with me to Paris to discuss the terms of surrender. I am also required to bring Lavone, as it seems she is the new French state." France stabbed his breakfast a little louder. "Austria, there's a shipment coming today from Switzerland, I trust you can handle the transaction if I can't make it back in time?"
Austria almost spit out his food. Germany wasn't even going to be here when Switzerland came? I lost an entire night of sleep worrying about this and he's not even going to- "Um, yes. I can handle that."
Germany narrowed his eyes at Austria's reaction, but ended up shrugging it off. "Good." He continued with his schedule, as everyone around the table breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Lavone stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom upstairs. With a hairbrush in her hand, she started to brush out her long, blond hair. Her hair was frizzy and messed up, so it took a while to smooth out the locks and remove the ribbons one by one. When she'd finally undone the rat's nest, she started to re-braid it. But try as she might, she couldn't get her hair to cooperate. Soon, she'd given up entirely. Lavone tearfully took her brush and a fistful of ribbons and walked out of the bathroom. She started to look around for Denmark or Slovakia, but didn't see them anywhere.
Germany stood at the front door, he held his coat, ready to leave, but he didn't see Prussia or France anywhere. Looking up the stairs, he saw Lavone wandering around with her frizzy hair bobbing up and down behind her head.
"Lavone?" Germany called out. She looked at him and turned down the stairs. When she got to the bottom, she almost tripped over her boots. Germany realized he'd hadn't noticed her boots before. Everything else she wore was soft: the soft blue dress, the round white apron with the circular red patch, even her hair hung in soft waves knotted up together. But her boots were large and black and clunky. The treads made the shoes look like shoes made for climbing mountains. The boots went halfway up to her knee, tied with silvery laces. The shoes really just looked out of place altogether. Germany hoped this was just a coincidence, and not a bad omen for the future of wherever Lavone represented.
"Mr. Germany? I was trying to brush out my hair, but I couldn't get it to work. Can you help me?" She held out the brush to Germany and looked up at him.
He looked over her hair, knowing full well there was no way he knew anything about hair that would be helpful here. But he leaned down and took the brush and the ribbons. I suppose, if it comes down to me (it always does), I can manage. He sat Lavone down in front of him on the steps and started to brush out her hair.
Prussia came down the stairs in his black uniform he only wore for meetings and saw his little brother waiting for him in his matching uniform. He was holding Lavone's hand by the door, looking at his watch.
Lavone dropped Germany's hand and ran up the stairs to Prussia. "Look Prussia! Mr. Germany did my hair all cool! It's like his, only longer!" She pointed excitedly at her hair, which was brushed straight and slicked back in a long ponytail tied with a singular red ribbon. "Isn't it cool!"
Prussia looked up to Germany, who looked uncomfortable with Lavone's praise of his handy-work. "Kesese, I guess you could say it's pretty awesome!"
"YEAH!" Lavone turned back around to Germany. "It's awesome, thanks Mr. Germany!"
Prussia picked Lavone up, she was pretty light, even for her small size. "You don't need to be so formal! You're part of our family now! I'm Prussia, the awesome big brother, and that's Germany! Just Germany, Okay?"
"You got it, big brother!" Lavone smiled.
"Keses! We are an awesome family! GERMANIC HUG!" Prussia jumped onto Germany, still holding Lavone.
"Nein! Ve don't have time for-" Germany cut off by having to catch his brother and sister. He sighed. "You two are definitely related. Now get off me we need to go."
Also: shoutout to WindowsXP2005 for inspiring the idea for Lavone to actually be Germany's little sister! I'm not sure if this is quite what you had in mind, but I think it turned out pretty cute! THANK YOU!