Hey everyone~ Bahaha. I know I haven't updated in a while and ya know…. PLEASE DUN KILL ME. *shot*
ANYWAYS. Im making it a goal this summer to finish all of my fanfictions this summer, or at least update them at a regular basis =_= ILL HAVE HELP THOUGH so it wont take long for each chapter and ill actually have ideas…. And if you have any idea's that would be great. LIKE. You should guess who's gonna be on Luddy's team (there's 4 of them). BUT YA KNOW. Do whatever. ENJOY. Oh and I don't own Hetalia…. Yeah…
"Damn, I'm going to be late!" Rushing around my home, my uniform for the military training camp still only half on, me, Ludwiga, had gotten home late from school. Again.
Mr. Briginski had once again pulled me back to help with grading the never-ending pink papers that I had printed out on accident (Hey! I was in a difficult situation and I couldn't help it!). I presumed that he ether really needed help or he just hated me for printing out those papers pink… Shaking that thought out of my head I continued on my quest to find everything I needed.
While I continued I thought about when I had come home the day I didn't go to the meeting. I was prepared to get quite a lashing from grandfather, and Grandpa Roma's (Chatter boys ((Feliciano Vargas's)) grandpa) reassurance to me when I left that day, that I wouldn't get into any trouble, really didn't comfort me.
Surprisingly when I got home though, grandfather didn't question me about the camp. Ether he trusted me enough to know that I had gone (Ouch), or he had just forgotten… It was probably the latter (Double Ouch).
Thankfully the next meeting for the camp was at five, pulling together nicely for my tardiness (which I scolded myself for earlier) and letting me get home at the time of four thirty. The thing was that the meeting was at least twenty minutes away. AND IT WAS FOUR THIRTY FIVE!
Flinging my jacket over my shoulders while I jumped into my boots, my hair inconveniently caught onto my fingers.
"AGGGHHH," Crying out in frustration I pulled my (too long, in my opinion) hair up into a ratted bun on top of my head.
"Who gives a crap about what I look like?" Huffing around, I persistently looked for something to eat. Spotting a piece of toast in the toaster and a note reading, "Don't be late." Wondering who would leave the note I snatched up the crumbly food and started munching on it. Feeling my hair coming undone I just let it come out, done with its ridiculousness. "Like I said, who gives a crap…" I grumbled, looking down heat rising to my cheeks.
I really didn't feel that way though. Whenever I was out, whether it be at school, out with my sister, etc, I always had to make myself look decent, and I didn't look very good with short hair, even though I wanted it so much. I had decided this when I was in sixth grade, a girl who I was acquainted with told me I looked like a, and I quote, 'chubby doe boy'. Its quite pathetic how I still let that affect me all these years later, but who's to blame? That's right. My inner girl, who (I think) is in me.
Those girls who could go outside with only putting their hair into crappy up-do's, wear sweats, barely put any make up on and still look good were my least favorite. Because, me, I wasn't one of those girls.
Tripping over my own feet trying to lace up my U.S. Army ACU Danner boots I skipped down my stone porch steps to my sister's canary yellow crapmobile in the driveway, everything in hand and ready to go.
The weather that day was especially warm and the sun was high, making midnight colored shadows on the sidewalks from the trees that loomed over it. Sweat beaded on my forehead as the slight humid air stung my pale sensitive skin. It was such a beautiful day but I had no time to enjoy it whatsoever.
"Hurry up, Luddddwiggeee," Girlberta lazily called my nickname through the window of the passenger side window while leaning over from the drivers seat.
"Hold your freaking horses, and don't call me 'Ludwigee'" I said flustered, stopping before I got into the car. I checked through my gigantic tan camo assault pack that my grandfather had insisted on getting for me, to see if I had gotten everything or forgotten anything. "Scheiße" I said under my breath when I noticed I didn't have my hat on.
"Hey, watch this for me," I threw my pack through the window and sprinted up the steps to the front door. Gilberta flew back, leaning into her own seat to avoid the incoming boulder of a backpack.
"Not like it's going anywhere… Unless I give it to a hobo! Kesesesese!"
Coming into my room, which was on the ground floor, I spotted my green patrol cap next to my cat, Germouser. He was asleep. On my hat. Ah man.
Barely tiptoeing to the slumbering feline, I reached my hand out and took a hold of the patrol cap, praying to a god, if there was one, that Germouser wouldn't wake up.
My hands were sweating with anticipation as I gulped a nervous swallow. Slowly, oh so slowly, I tugged on the cap.
"RAWWRRR," Germouser screamed from his sleep and pounced, latching onto my covered (thankfully) arm. I screeched and flung the crazed cat around, trying my hardest to not let him scratch my eyes out.
"GERMOUSER, ITS JUST ME!" I cried out hopefully to the retarded thing clamped to my arm. Hissing like an angry kettle full of boiling water, Germouser jumped off my arm, landing on his feet like every cat did. "Jeez, you possessed cat," Germouser screeched again looking back. I put my hands into the air defensively, but he just slinked off out of my room.
Letting out a relieved breath I glanced at the clock. "AHHH!" I yelled, barging out of my room, out of the house, and into my sister's car. "DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!" I chanted as Gilberta flinched, dropping the mirror she had in her hands into her lap struggling to put the stick shift into reverse.
"Took you long enough," Gilberta commented as she sped like a demon down the street.
I placed the patrol cap over my light blonde hair, pushing the bun of hair into the top of it, "Sorry that our demon cat was in my room."
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"Damn, I'm going to be late!" A strong sense of déjà vu washed over me at the phrase but I shook it off. I was once again late, if you haven't noticed by now, and I was even later than I was earlier this afternoon. Looking to my clock, it was nearly six fifty five. I was suppose to be at the Chatter-Boys house in five minutes… How was that going to happen when right after the meeting it had started raining, my phone died, my sister was late to pick me up, and that I had to pee really bad? (Okay that last comment was a little too much information but whatever, I'm a person, people pee.)
The Military Training Camp was amazing and better than anything I could of dreamed of. I came into the meeting without any questions, and I soon met my group I was assigned to. There were four of us (All women, It's an All Woman Military Training Camp, did you forget?), we were all around the same age and we were all so different… I thought it was strange that there weren't more people like myself in the camp, some people were even kids I recognized from school! I was too chicken to go talk to them though. I was even too chicken to really talk to the people in my own group.
At the meeting we only learned the gist of the warm ups and how we were to act and respect our peers, the basics, no big deal.
The important part was that I was actually in that camp and that I wasn't grounded for life for not going to the first meeting.
But I would blow it all if I didn't get to Feliciano's house in the next five minutes.
I had a thing for being late. It was a horrible feeling getting to a meeting or to school late with everyone staring at you after you arrived. I was always taught to never be late, so now I had the idea stuck in my head that if I was ever late, everyone would see me as some lazy slob. "Can't this thing go any faster?" I asked my sister from the passenger side of the car.
"Just. Chill." Gilberta said plainly, "Its not the end of the world if you're there a minute late Ludwigee." I huffed then folded my arms and slunk in my seat in defeat.
I peered out the water-streaked window as the lights of lampposts and light filled windows sped by. I guess the weather for the summer had decided to go south, chilling the air when it should have been sunny. I spotted people pulling in there once outside furnishings into their homes, making sure they wouldn't get wet from the pouring rain. I hoped that it wouldn't be this way all summer, but with where we lived, the weather could go twenty different directions and I wouldn't be surprised.
I had an ominous feeling of dread stuck in my stomach as I looked out the window, and it wasn't because I was scared I would be late, but for some reason I didn't know. Figuring it was just gas I noticed that we were pulling towards Chatter boys gate.
The rain made everything look like it was darker than it actually was, and it made me squirm in my seat. I remembered the house being more cheerful, the trees and flowers making everything brighter. But today, it just seemed dead. Shivering, though the heater was blasting in the car, Gilberta stopped in front of the gate next to the screen.
The screen suddenly snapped on, but Bingley the Butler's face didn't pop up. Instead was a grey fuzzy static. Gilberta and I just sat there with confused looks on our face waiting for something to happen but suddenly the screen turned black and the large gates in front of us began rolling open. Looking over at Gilberta, who was staring back, I shrugged. "Might as well go in."
Looking back to the road she said sarcastically, "Well that wasn't creepy at all."
Gulping in agreement, we nervously inched forward onto the path. As we crept slowly down the drive I noticed the trees that surrounded the path on both sides were drooping, blocking what little light was peeking out of the grey clouds above us. I felt like we were in some horror movie where at the end of the trail was some giant old mansion that was grey with paint that was peeling from its walls. Instead of an old 1700's mansion though was Chatter-boy's fantastic home, but it seemed… Different somehow.
"This is scary as fuck." Gilberta muttered. I hit her on the head from the language but didn't disagree.
Pulling up next to the house, I noticed there was someone standing with an umbrella in front of it. His suit he was wearing was torn slightly at the bottom and random spots around his body, and was as pale as Gilberta was in the winter. I couldn't see his head because it was hidden behind the grey patched up umbrella he was holding.
Noticing how long I had been staring, I looked back at the clock. 6:59. So I guess I did make it on time. Looking back over at my sister who was also looking at the boy with a terrified look in her eyes, I said, "Well, wish me luck."
Grabbing my arm, Gilberta said, "Do you want me to call the police if you don't come out?"
"That's ridiculous." But… I was slightly scared. "I… I'll text you in ten minutes, okay?" She nodded and I clutched my black umbrella, undoing the strap that kept it together. I opened the door and pushed the umbrella open, rain hitting the top as I got out. Closing the door without another word I walked cautiously towards the house. Turning around I saw the car was already halfway down the drive, speeding faster as it got towards the tunnel of trees. "Coward…" I said knitting my eyebrows together.
Looking back towards the house I saw the boy. Walking very slowly on the wet cement, I neared his small figure.
As I came up next to him, I do have to say I was curious on who he was, I noticed he had short black hair covering his small features on his face. Getting a closer look I saw that he was indeed wearing a suit that was graying and torn, one bright red rose in his coat pocket.
"H… Hello?" I said, hoping my voice wouldn't fail me.
"Peace and calm is all I wanted." The boy suddenly said, his voice just a quite whisper against the rain. I noticed he had a slight accent that sounded Asian. What he said didn't help me at what I was feeling at the moment; dread.
"W-wha-" I started.
"Peace and calm is all I wanted. And I got a reality for you." Looking at the boy wide eyed, his head slowly turned toward me until finally I could see his eyes, which were white with nothing to fill them except emptiness.
"You never get it."
Screaming like a maniac, I sprinted towards the front doors of Feliciano's house. Yanking the doors open, dropping the umbrella on my way through, I turned around quickly pushing the doors closed again. Panting, my heart beating at an alarming rate I didn't notice the scuffle of feet behind me.
"Ludwi-"
"AHHH!" I screamed again turning around but sighing in relief when I saw it was the Chatter-boy. Putting my hand over my pounding heart I slumped to the ground.
"Ludwiga! What happen?" The Chatter-boy put his hand on my shoulder kneeling beside me as I caught my breath.
"Outside… A boy… Umbrella… Eyes…"
"Slow down Ludwiga, Ve~" Finally I caught my breath, my heart still pounding loudly. "What happen?"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Standing up quickly I backed away from the door. "Feliciano. Do. Not. Open. That. Door."
Laughing from how I was acting, Feliciano looked out the window and giggled even more. With me telling him to get away from the door he just ignored me and opened them anyways. There was the ghost boy, folding up his umbrella as the Chatter-boy invited him in.
"Ludwiga," Feliciano said, his mouth twisted into a huge teasing smile, "This is my friend Kiku,"
Looking at them back and forth, I finally noticed some things about the ghost boy. His white eyes weren't as white as I thought they were, like he was wearing fake contacts, and some of the white on his skin was dripping down his face like paint. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Ludwiga-san. I was just trying out my cosplay, seeing if it was terrifying enough."
I was so confused. Cosplay? He was dressed up? Looking at the now two snickering boys in front of me I walked to a chair that was in the entrance of the house and sat in it, my figure slumping into my lap.
"Aw, come on Luddy~ It was a joke, Ve~!" I could hear Chatter-Boy say as he walked towards me. Lifting my hand up as a gesture indicating I needed a moment, I let my pounding hear calm down.
"Well." I said finally sitting up after a minute. I watched as Ghost-Boy and Chatter-Boy were shaking with laughter trying not burst, then finally I saw how ridiculously funny the whole situation was and snorted with laughter, which turned into a giggling fit. The two boys glanced at each other and then in unison all three of us were laughing our guts out rolling on the floor.
"You… You two… are jerks you know?" I said in between laughs.
"Were sorry Luddy, Ve~!" But that just got us laughing even more.
"HEY!"
The three of us stopped instantly and looked up. I saw a boy who looked like a grumpy Feliciano standing there, his hands on his hips with a horrible scowl on his face. "What the hell are you three doing?" He said.
"Lovi~!" Feliciano squealed as he got from the floor then preceded to tackle his twin.
"D-Dammit Feliciano!" He said, trying to pry the boy from himself. I realized then that this was probably Chatter-Boys brother that he always talked about, the on with the 'potty mouth' as Chatter-Boy had told me before.
"Hello Lovino-san." Kiku said, bowing slightly towards the struggling boy.
"Ah, hey," He said finally getting himself off of his 'Ve~'ing brother.
"Hey Lovi!" The Chatter-Boy said holding his brothers hand, "This is my friend Ludwiga! Wait, well… she's not technically my friend, but she still is!"
Rolling my eyes I said out of politeness, "Hello, my name is Ludwiga Beilshmidt. Nice to meet you."
He eyed me up and down once then said quite bluntly, "My brother made a friend with a potato-licker like you?" My eyebrows pushed together in offence and I decided to call him The Asshole.
Feliciano looked at his brother with a frown and said, "That's not very nice Lovi~" Lovino just huffed and walked away. My day officially put out I huffed back, folding my arms across my chest. Watching him walk away The Chatter-Boy walked to me and said, "I'm sorry, Lovino can be rough around the edges-"
"I HEARD THAT."
"Ve~, aha, yeah…" Seeing that Feliciano (and the atmosphere) was uncomfortable, I sucked it up.
"How about we go start practicing now?" I suggested.
The Chatter-Boy looked up surprised and then smiled, "Yeah! Lets go!" Grabbing my hand with the Ghost-boy following behind, he directed us towards a room towards the back of the house.
I guess this wasn't so bad.
Im sorry that it was kind of a crap ending, but it'll continue onto the BAND PRACTICE SCENE~! YAYYYYYY~ actually its not that exciting, but also, you should tell some songs they should sing~ Ill pick my favorite suggestion and use it for the next song in the next chapter (im gonna try and make each chapter have at least one song, cause each chapter is gonna have like a certain theme to it. These first three chapters are just kicking everything off and then we'll be getting into the real story :D)
OKAY ILL SEE YOU ALL NEXT CHAPTER. Which will hopefully be up in the next week or so =_=""