Hello, fellow Hetalians! It's time to read my poorly written stories! HOORAY! Before I start my author's note, I would like to say that just because I changed my username, doesn't mean I am a different person. It is still little weirdo me, providing crappy stories for your entertainment! :D
Anyway, I apologize for not updating in a month. Please forgive me, but school is HELL. Luckily, it is finally over! THANK JEEBUS!
In other words, that means I can update my stories more often. Woooooooo.
Also, this will be a double chapter. That means I'm combining two episodes into one chapter, making the chapter longer. I wanted to do this for you guys to make up for my one-month absence, and because I really want Kiki to meet Japan already. THAT'S WHEN THE REAL STORY STARTS!
Reviewer Replies
writersoftheuniverse: hehe...I'm just cruel like that. Thanks, by the way! :)
KimiCapucciny: Thank you! And I will keep writing! I actually thought that I made her a Mary-Sue...eh.
JarBasedCanaidia: My story is fabulous? *gasps* MY STORY IS FABS! HOLY SHIT! Haha, you're not alone, I laugh at my own jokes too...I'm such a weirdo XD And you're right! WHAT THE HELL LIFE?! Haha! (See what I mean? XDDD)
So, without further ado, WE SHALL START!
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to moi.
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I heard some more footsteps, each becoming easier to hear as they got closer. I started sweating from my nervousness, but I'm not one to talk. Italy looks like he's about to have a full-on panic attack. Poor guy.
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. I calmed down for probably only a spilt-second when I remembered that the person is in front of the crate now. Sub-conscience, I hate you.
The person tapped on the crate lid with what I assume was a stick, and I saw that Italy was about to shout something in fear, so I leapt over (quietly) and put both of my hands over his mouth, straddling his waist.
I saw that Italy's face looked like someone painted it a dark red. I knew that Italy and I were in a very sexual position, but I was too nervous-you know what, scratch that, I was really fucking scared-to be embarrassed. Maybe I should be scared out of my fucking mind more often, I thought, mentally laughing a little.
Don't get me wrong, I knew that Germany was outside in front of the tomato crate, confused out of his fucking mind. I've watched this episode a shit-load of times before. But even Chuck Norris would admit that Germany was one scary ass motherfucker. Believe me, I know my shit.
Then, I heard someone grunting and pulling on the crate lid. Italy was about to scream in utter terror, but I gave him the 'if you say a fucking word, I'll slit your throat in your sleep' glare. It shut him up before you snap your fingers. Great, now someone else is scared of me...
I suddenly saw light and it looked like Germany finally got the crate lid off (he's as strong as fuck, why the hell did it take so long?).
Italy, in pure fear, jumped up faster than the speed of sound, forgetting I was on top of him. My head hit the side of the crate, making a loud thump. But neither Italy or Germany noticed, Italy was babbling and pleading for his life, and Germany was looking at him with a 'WTF' look.
I could feel tears of pain cloud up my vision, and a large sting from the back of my head where I hit the crate.
Being the tough fucker I am, I was able to get over the pain really quickly, but I probably had a huge ass knot on the back of my head. I'm totally gonna murder Italy later...
When I poked my head up, I saw a tall, muscular man who was probably a couple years older than me, with light blonde hair in a slick-back like style, the lightest blue eyes I'll probably ever see, and he was wearing a green military uniform with dark brown combat boots. Oh, and he had a musket strapped to his back.
Yep, this is Germany all right.
After Germany finally saw me, he stopped mid-rant and pointed his musket at Italy, yelling something about him assaulting or raping me, while Italy crying and yelling that he didn't, I'm not really sure, I wasn't really paying attention. I was kinda focused on the knot on my head and how amusing this scene is.
You know what, I kinda feel bad for the people in the villages nearby that can hear this.
TIMESKIP YAY :D
So...apparently, Germany made Italy and I his prisoners, because...actually, I have no idea why. I have no explaintion for this one.
When Germany took us to his house, since he already knew who Italy was, he demanded that I tell him who I was.
"Aphrodite Johnson, but people call me Kiki." I greeted.
Germany raised an eyebrow at my nickname. "Vhy is your nickname 'Kiki?'" He asked. (Quick A/N: HOLY SHIT I SUCCESSFULLY DID GERMANY'S ACCENT IT'S A FUCKING MIRACLE)
I thought about it for a second and responded. "I actually have no idea. My friend called me it one day for no goddamn reason whatsoever, and it kinda stuck, but I don't really give a fuck about it."
Germany looked at me in shock. "You have a very foul mouth for someone your age, especially being a lady..."
I glared at him and crossed my arms across my chest. "So your saying just because I'm a girl, I can't cuss? Well then, cunt, dick, bitch, motherfu-"
Germany put his hand over my mouth before I could say another cuss word. "Okay, okay, you've made your point."
He removed his hand from my mouth and I smirked and gave him my 'I win, motherfucker' look.
After the talk with Germany, I grabbed my school bag and went to his basement, where he made me and Italy stay. I sat on a spot on the hard ground and opened my bag, pulling out my spare clothes.
That day, I was planning to have a sleepover with Sakaë, Kaiya, Miki, and Miyo, so I had my spare clothes and nightclothes in my bag.
Sakaë. Kaiya. Miki. Miyo.
The names of my friends pierced my heart like a knife. There's a chance I might never see them again...
I shook my head furiosly. No. I will find a way to get home. I haven't even been here a day. I'll be able to find a way sooner or later.
I finally left my thoughts and proceeded to get my clothes out. I put my spare clothes back, remembering that I wouldn't need them until tomorrow. I pulled out my night clothes, which was a dark purple nightgown that went to my knees, and sleeves that went to my wrists.
I curled up under my blanket that Germany gave me, shivering when my body made contact with the cold-tile floor.
I looked to my left and saw that Italy had already fallen asleep, with his mouth open and into his signature smile, drooling a bit. Probably dreaming about pasta, I thought.
I brought my blanket to my chin and my eyes slowly began to droop, and I immediately fell asleep when they closed.
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? POV
I looked into the window at the now-sleeping face of the girl I brought to this world. She didn't deserve this...
But I had to bring her here. If I didn't, no one could save him.
"I swear I will make it up to you one day. But you need to save him. No one else can except you."
I felt a cold breeze flow past me, making my long cloak flutter in the wind. I sighed.
"I wish you luck, Aphrodite Johnson." I said, before running into the night.
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HOLY CRAP SHIT WENT DOWN
...Yes, I made a Chuck Norris reference. DON'T FUCKING JUDGE ME!
So, I know I didn't finish episode 3, I didn't even technically start it. Think of it as the beginning...or something. I promise, I'll finish it in the next chapter. I'll try to make it a double chapter too. ^_^
There are many questions left to answer: What will happen with Italy, Germany, and Kiki? Who was the person in the cloak? AND WHEN THE FUCK WILL KIKI MEET JAPAN?!
*weird magical voice* ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED SOON DEAR READER~
Please leave a review! They can get chapters done faster! *weird magical voice again* UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN *floats away*