Hello, hello~ I just want to thank B. T. Emmett for reviewing :3 When I saw someone reviewed I literally started getting giddy. You made my day, thank you. NOW TO THE DISCLAIMER!
Disclaimer- I've been saying this for three fricking chapters. ME. NO. OWN. HETALIA. If I did, it would be a yaoi series. I also don't own Battlefield 4, nor do I actually own the game.
WARNING- swearing, that's pretty much it.
NOW, ONTO THE FIC!
A woman about 25 years old, finally, got off the phone. Her long perfectly golden hair up in a stylish and work functional bun, her blue eyes scanned the hall way carefully searching for a certain gardener/chauffeur. This was Francine Bonnefoy. After not finding the red headed, foul mouthed man, Alistair. A smile formed on her flawless face. "Yes! He's gone!" She said happily before she did a small victory dance, but it was interrupted by a large boom from the living room. She paused, then cursed colorfully in French. She ran through the long and spacious hallway to two large wood doors that lead to her destination. She slammed them open for dramatic effect. "What is going on here?!" She screamed walking into the living room of chaos.
The silverette and brunette who were yelling at each other, stopped the instant they heard Francine. The two dark brown haired teens that were rolling around on the floor, fighting, stopped for the same reason. A boy with platinum blonde hair who was chasing after the tallest girl in the room stopped as well. While the girl, with the same platinum blonde hair, he was chasing ran to the Frenchwoman. "Francine!" She yelled, as she tackled her to the ground with a hug of gratitude. Her thick Russian accent very clear. "Thank god you are here!"
The Frenchwoman gently pulled the Russian teen off of her, then helped her and herself off the floor. "Anya, what happened?" The blonde asked, her blue eyes looking seriously into the others royal purple ones.
"Brother Sadik and little brother Heracles fought. I do not know why, but they did. They made huge mess." Anya pointed at the vase painted with pretty cherry blossoms shattered on the floor. And then she circled her finger around the room to point out all the toilet paper cocooning it, along with paper with the face of Nicholas Cage copied on all of them were sewn around the room as well.
"Sister Julia and little sister Anneliese just yelled at each other, they did not throw things today. I went in here to hide from little brother Nikolai, in process he knocked down door," she pointed to the other door, or what was left of it, that led to another part of the huge house, "found me, and we started doing the chasing. Eventually we knocked down coffee table." Anya pointed to the turned over maxi-glass coffee table, that the Mademoiselle bought so that the children couldn't break it. Easily at least.
Francine sighed. "How I'm I going to explain this to your mère?" She whispered when Anya was done speaking, looking around at the damage to the once beautiful room.
"Do you have to?" The silver haired girl whined. She had a thick German accent. "You can't just, you know, let this one slip?" She pleaded with her crimson eyes.
The brunette next to her rolled her lavender eyes. "I think Mutti would notice the pile of wood, the missing door, the vase shards, the oddly distributed..." She paused for a moment, looking around the messy room once more. "Is that... Is that toilet paper and... An-And Nicholas Cage? Anyway, she can easily notice this stuff, Julia." She said matter-of-factly to her albino sister. She had a German accent as well, it was more pompous sounding, but it did sound German... Wait... No that's Austrian, sorry about that. She had an Austrian accent.
"Shut up Annie. You talk like an old lady and you're only twelve." Julia said in the same tone 'Annie' used with her.
"My name is Anneliese, not Annie! And that just means I'm more responsible than you are. If I didn't know better, I would think you were ten instead of sixteen. No, wait, ten-year-olds are more behaved!" They stared arguing again, and the others just ignored them for now.
Francine walked over to the two dark haired boys that where quietly arguing while they flipped the coffee table to its original position, trying to make the damage less noticeable. Anya followed after her in fear that she would be alone with Nikolai.
"Heracles." Francine said. The slightly shorter of the two stopped quietly arguing with the other teen to look at the Frenchwoman. He had shoulder length dark brown hair and olive green eyes.
"Yes, Ms. Francine?" Heracles asked, as he rubbed his eyes. Arguing exhausted him, everything exhausted him actually. He had a Greek accent, but you couldn't really hear it over his tiredness.
"What did you two argue about this time?" She asked, her arm being held tightly by the Russian girl that was about 2 inches taller then her. Anya could just feel Nikolai stare at her from afar, and it was freaking her out to no end.
"I beat him in Battlefield 4." The tired teen replied bluntly.
The taller boy or, though process of elimination, Sadik frowned. "You did not beat me, I would have totally kicked your Greek ass in that video game, if you hadn't cheated!" He had a Turk accent which was more like he just dragged some syllables too long.
"I didn't cheat!" Heracles argued back. Francine, losing pretty much all of her patience by now, glared at the two. That got them quiet. Almost nothing was scarier then an angry Francine. The only things that scare them more is a very emotional mother, and an angry Anya. Those two are much scarier, trust them.
"You two and Nikolai are to make this whole room beautiful and spotless." The Frenchwoman started. Nikolai heard his name and frowned, but didn't say anything. "Nikolai will get one of the spare doors from the basement, he alone will install it, while you and Sadik clean up the wood and then this whole room. You have two hours." When they didn't move, she frowned. "I MEANT STARTING RIGHT NOW!" They all scurried to do what she asked, then Francine turned to the two possibly still arguing girls. She was going to say something, but they weren't there. 'They must have took it outside.' She thought, then sighed. When Nikolai left Anya ran to probably hide again, or harass her little brother, Raivis. She walked out of the room into the hallway. After turning a corner, she saw a set of stairs to her left. She walked up the stairs to the 4th floor, and knocked on the first door to the right. "Elsa! Are you awake?" The Frenchwoman asked.
"Yeah, Franny." A voice behind the door yelled. "I'm just writing the death of that chick I hate."
Francine, who was used to these kinds of responses, opened the door. Finding her boss/friend, Elsa Wu, at her usual desk, on her laptop typing her newest book. Her black hair in a really bad ponytail, dark brown eyes scanned the screen of her work-top (as she called it) behind black frames, and her slightly tan face moving as she writes. "Is it the one who everyone says that should have died two books ago?" The blonde asked as she closed the door behind her.
Elsa shook her head. "Kaylee? Heck no, she needs to be here in this book. I'm killing her in the next one." When Francine was behind her, she pointed to a name on the screen. "I'm killing off Hallie."
Franny pouted. "Aw... I liked her."
Elsa grinned as she wrote the gruesome murder. "So did Max, then she called his sister a whore, and then tried to kill them both multiple times in just her appearance five chapters earlier."
The blonde smiled. "But she gave the book that little spice of life."
"Not when she's pretty much been a bitch for the whole series." So yeah, Elsa is a mystery writer, and she loves her job. She can write gruesome deaths, and she gets to have pretty good control over what happens. Francine can't deny that this was her friend's favorite passion. Elsa has others, but she loves killing people for some reason, and she's good at it. And I mean... like... wow... Its pretty scary. "What did you come here for?" Elsa asked Franny as she saved her progress and shut off the laptop.
Franny sighed. "Nikolai broke down a door. Sadik and Heracles fought again. Anneliese and Julia are probably having a big cat fight in the backyard. And Alistair, finally, left to get Maddie and her friends." The Frenchwoman gave her a look. "I expect you to look your best and help me get the children."
Elsa pouted, as she walked to her closet to get something to wear. Currently, to the black haired woman's dismay, pajamas aren't going to cut Franny's dress standards. "I'll get Feli, Lovi, Raivis, and Hara." She announced.
Francine smiled. "Alright, I'll notify Elizabeta who to help get into the living room." She said happily. "Remember, you can't wear jeans~!" She heard a heavy and lazy sigh, before she left the room. She giggled before she went down to the second floor. She checked one of the wall clocks in the hallway. "Forty-five minutes down, three hours and fifteen minutes to go." She muttered before she disappeared into another room.
Hehe... this chapter was not planned in the slightest~ And this is actually the second shortest so far...
~TRANSLATIONS~
mére- mother (French)
Mutti- mom (German)
Now the characters introduced and or mentioned:
Anya Braginski-Wu/Fem!Russia
Sadik Adnan-Wu/Turkey
Julia Beilshmidt-Wu/ Fem!Prussia
Heracles Karpusi-Wu/Greece
Nikolai Braginski-Wu/Male!Belarus
Anneliese "Annie" Edelstein-Wu/Fem!Austria
Raivis Galante-Wu/Latvia
Lovino Vargas-Wu/South Italy
Feliciano Vargas-Wu/North Italy
Hara Saxena-Wu/India (there is no official name for him, so I made one~)
Elizabeta Héderváry/Hungary
So I know someone is going to kill me... but I added myself in here. And that death comment, is actually what some people have said when I show them the dark things I write sometimes. This chapter was supposed to bring a smile to your face, and I hope it did :3
Edit- Yes I know silverette isn't a word, but it should.