Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Well let me just say that this story goes by pretty fast. Days and weeks may go by, but you can just fill in the spaces in between. And if there's underlines that means it's in a different language other than the main language the characters are speaking. I'll imply if they're speaking English, Russian, or whatever and I'll also say before the chapter begins if that happens. Sometimes the underlines are a lot easier than using google translate because they tend to get the translations wrong XD Also, I think I already said that this character has a background that's preordained, but hey I'm having fun with this and I've never made a story like this before. So I hope you guys continue to enjoy this story and I'll see you at the end! =3
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"For the love of God," Arthur gasped, noticing Alfred walking into the meeting room with a grin on his face, "you're early?!"
"Yeah!" Alfred laughed, patting you on the back as you gave the countries that had arrived already a nervous smile, "Thank -insert-your-name-. She woke me up early, right -insert-your-name-?"
"No I woke you up on time," you huffed, "because the meeting starts at eight –"
"Oh but I always~~ sleep in," Alfred told her.
"Don't think about it," Arthur told you in a mumble, "you did fine. America is a stubborn lad that refuses to wake up in the morning. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get him up this early?"
"Food," you shrugged, the man nodding understandably as Alfred smirked and sat down beside Arthur.
"Well at least I can sit by you for once," Alfred laughed happily, "and I'll see you at… noon? One?"
"When does this meeting end anyways –"
"At twelve thirty," Arthur told you, "so don't be late."
"Yeah I'll try not to," you snorted slightly and waved off the idea with your hand, giving Alfred a wave goodbye before leaving the conference room. A tired sigh escaped your lips, thinking of everything you wanted to get done in the short amount of time you had. First, you decided, you'd go shopping and look around the city a little. Next you'll go to Alfred's house and try to clean up before noon. Once you're done with that you'll just come back here and if you have time you'll have lunch. You don't know what Alfred will want to do after his meeting, but since they didn't seem to have a break, or if they did you were unaware, you figured he'd want to go out to eat.
Once you had left the building you walked through the streets, admiring the clean air and crisp sky above. The sky was so blue and bright, but you could see small gray clouds forming over the nearby mountains. You would have normally found somewhere to sit to admire the sky for a while, but you were in too much of a rush to do such a thing right now. The nearest store you could find was a grocery store that sold a lot of local products, but you were able to find other sorts of foods from different countries. In your files you were told to try to restrain America from eating, but you could tell that may be impossible. Plus, as you watched him for only two days, you could tell he needed to eat healthier. So your list for today was to get milk, eggs, cheese, bacon, burgers, burger patties, bread, peanut butter, cooking oil, salt and pepper, coffee beans, apples, bananas, ice cream, some frozen lunches, and a bar of chocolate for yourself. You also got some cleaning supplies and a bunch of trash bags, knowing you'll need them when you go through his kitchen. Once everything was paid you walked to his house, the store you had been at being about five blocks away including a busy road that took you five minutes to cross. Once you were at his house you began to put everything away, pulling out all of the old food and leftovers from his refrigerator and replacing them with the food you had bought.
You decided to leave your chocolate bar in the refrigerator to chill as you worked on the freezer, scrapping out the built up ice before putting in the burgers and the frozen lunches. Then you went through the leftovers and the food he had kept in the refrigerator, throwing some of the food out, but whatever seemed edible you packed away into tupperware and set them in front of the man to eat first. Then you pulled out a large black trash bag and threw all the disgusting leftover and spoiled food into the bag, cleaning out the coffee bean grinder and throwing the excess grounds into the bag. You cleaned out his trash can and replaced it with a new bag, the small effort around the kitchen causing you to use two large trash bags. You tied the ends and pulled the bags out to the front of the house, leaving them there to dispose of later and continuing on with your work.
By the time you were done the house was decent, his clothes going through his washer and drier as you let out a cough and opened a closet out on the patio. You smirked, noticing old tools and a grill that he must have not cooked on in ages. Pulling out the grill you decided to clean the black caked grime on the top, throwing out the old coals till it was almost spotless. "Great!" you chuckled happily, running a hand through your hair as you let out a tired sigh and put a cover over the grill. "Finally done… now the time…" you mumbled under your breath, your eyes going wide noticing it were twelve thirty six. "No, I'm late!" you groaned, running into the house and slamming the screen door behind you. You had disposed of some of your clothes and you put them all back on, retying your tie and tucking in your white shirt before putting on your suit coat. Before you ran out the door you remembered your chocolate bar, running back into the kitchen and grabbing the bar before slipping it into your inner suit coat. Then you grabbed your briefcase and began to run down the street, yelping that you forgot to lock the door and running back to close the door and make sure everything was just right.
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You practically tripped up the stairs as you shoved your body through the door, yelping as you avoiding someone standing in the middle of the hallway and slamming into the wall. "W'ooh I made it!" you sighed and wiped your brow, getting a few weird looks from the other secretaries that were waiting for their own country to leave the meeting room. You nervously scratched the back of your head, noticing the time was twelve forty and that the meeting was still going on. You noticed that a few of the secretaries were pacing back and forth mumbling about how late the meeting was going while others simply waited or sat down to sleep. You raised an eyebrow at this. It was like when you were in the meeting room the other day, except this time it wasn't with the individual countries but their secretaries instead. You decided to peek into the room, a groan escaping your lips as you saw Alfred yelling at some blonde haired man whose hair was slicked back and, if you recalled correctly, was the man that had been yelling at Alfred earlier. You'll have to figure out whom that country was; was it Germany? You think so, since that's the name you had remembered the man being called, but you'll have to investigate this further.
You took several steps back and leaned against the wall, a sigh escaping your lips as you set your briefcase down and ran a hand through your hair. You had forgotten your thicker coat, but the weather hadn't gotten too cold yet. You'll be fine… for now. You decided to slip on your black gloves and tried to fix your tie again. You always hated being late, but then again if the meetings always ran late you didn't mind running late like this again. Next time maybe you'll take the time to smell the flowers. They were starting to die off because of the seasonal change and you wanted to at least go through the park before the snow came. While you were in your thoughts the door opened, your head lifting to see a few of the countries walking out talking about how the meetings was boring or unnecessary or how certain countries, one of them you knew fairly well, wouldn't stop talking. You felt rather shy at the other countries and secretaries. You didn't know what to do and say, so you simply said hello or good afternoon as they left and walked down the stairs. Your eyes moved towards the room noticing Alfred hadn't left yet, a snort escaping your lips as you walked inside to find the man talking to the blonde haired man with several other countries staying to hear what will happen. "With the oil prices as they are how can you expect, America, to keep your economy from collapsing with all the spending you do?!"
"Why should you care about such nonsense Germany?!" Alfred snorted back, setting your briefcase by a seat and sitting down to listen to the argument. "You're still trying to improve your economy after world war two, and~~ what's this I hear about your need of oil?"
"None of your business –"
"Then don't butt into my own," Alfred smirked, his arms over his chest as he grinned slyly at the other country.
You let out a tired sigh, watching as they argued back and forth and the others didn't even bother to stop them. Alfred didn't have any other appointments for the day so you didn't care if he kept talking or not. So you sat back, opened up your phone, and went through all your text messages to see if you got anything good. Mainly it was your boss asking when you will answer his questions, but you liked to sit down and answer them all in one swoop so you decided to answer him right then. You decided to text him that you will give him the files by email at the end of the week. Everything else was junk mail, except for one text message that was written in a language that obviously wasn't English. You smiled at the message; it was from your grandmamma. It took you a while to get your grandmamma to get a phone and now that she did she wouldn't stop texting you every other day. Well, since you had time, you answered her text with a smile on your face and at the end you asked how everyone was. Then you closed your phone and sighed, the conversation America and Germany were having going on and on for what seemed like hours.
"I don't know you knew Russian," a voice came from behind, a yelp almost escaping your lips as you turned around and noticed Ivan had been sitting behind you this whole time… or maybe he snuck up on you. You didn't even know.
"Oh yes I do," you gave him a slight smile, "I know several languages –"
"That a rather personal message," he decided to continue. "That wasn't for business reasons, vas it?"
"Nah," you snorted and sat back, ushering with your hand for Ivan to sit next to you as you watched Germany's head close to exploding. "My Бабушка likes to text me now that I showed her how to use a phone… took a while. She didn't want to get one and now that she has one she won't stop texting me," you smirked happily. "Say shouldn't you be going? The meeting was supposed to be over minutes ago –"
"Secretary hasn't showed up yet," he shrugged, already sitting beside you while he talked. "Always late. Must be talking to boss."
"Ah," you nodded in understanding, "I thought I was late… ugh this place is so crazy."
"Crazy?" Ivan asked you, staring at you curiously as you put your phone back in your pocket.
"Last job I had this guy would have deducted my pay for being late," you shrugged, "but I got over it. Everything is so lenient here. I don't know what to do with myself anymore…"
"We can go get coffee," Ivan suggested, your head snapping at him as you stared at him confused, "if you wish –"
"I-I don't think I should, since Al – I mean America doesn't seem to like you and I have to put my work before my personal life," you chuckled lightly and gave him a shrug, "but hey we can set up an appointment or something. Apparently I have some time over the weekend."
"Да!" Ivan smiled happily, "Not have anything on weekend either. Say… nine o'clock?"
"Ummm… yeah maybe," you smiled. "I may sleep in, so how about ten –"
"Ivan let's go – кто ты?" a man asked, your eyes narrowing at how annoyed his voice seemed to be. He looked to be a tall man, though not as tall as Ivan was, but maybe as tall as Alfred if not taller. What he lacked in height between himself and Ivan he gained in weight. He looked to be husker then Ivan was, though not by much. You could see the oversized muscles on the man's triceps, but you didn't say anything and tried to shy your eyes away from looking at his clothes.
"-insert-your-name-" Ivan introduced you, reaching out your hand to shake the other man's as he stared at you sternly, but shook your hand reluctantly. "This is Zavid Magnovska, my secretary."
"Oh David –"
"Zavid," he snorted, glaring at you before letting go of your hand and looking at Ivan. "Ivan, are you scaring people again?"
"нет," Ivan smirked slyly in a way that sent a chill down your spine, "are you?"
"N-no," Zavid stared at Ivan confused, "of course not, sir. Now -insert-your-name-, I'm guessing you're a new secretary? Whom do you work for?"
"America –"
"Ah I see," Zavid nodded, your eyes glancing over at Ivan as you felt an unnerving aura coming from beside you. "Are you trying to get information out of my country, -insert-your-name- –"
"Of course not!" you huffed in annoyance. "Zavid, you have no right to say something like that to me. I may be new, but I don't pry for information unless I have to. What's wrong with you, you eblan?" You suddenly stood up, Zavid staring at you confused as anger blazed in your eyes. "I do my job and I do it well, and if you're bothered by that then can you kindly~ stay away from me? I don't care what you do; just don't say that I'm doing something I'm not."
"Okay Извините," Zavid held up his hands and waved them back and forth, "I-I didn't mean to insult you –"
"Без проблем," you mumbled back, giving him one last glare before sitting back in your seat and letting out a tired sigh. "I should apologize. I shouldn't snap at you like that… How about we start over? My name is -insert-your-name- and I'm from America. What about you?"
"Zavid and I live in Russia," he tried to smile back, though by the way Ivan was staring at him he didn't have a choice to be rude or not. "Are you new?"
"Got here a few days ago," you sighed sadly, "and I'm still trying to wrap my head around this whole 'country' idea."
"Yes, it can take some time," Zavid answered, "but do not worry. You will be fine."
"Thank you," you nodded at his response, "so how long have you worked for Mr. Braginski?"
"About ten years," Zavid shrugged, "but for all I know it could be longer."
"That's cool," you smiled, looking over at Alfred and noticing that the yelling and arguing was starting to die down. "Ummm… Russia I have a question for you."
"Да девочка?" He looked at you with curiosity, since before he had decided that the conversation between his secretary and you wasn't very interesting.
"I may not know what Zavid was saying before about you scaring people," you began, noticing the slight smile on his face beginning to falter, "but the idea of not repaying you for helping me the other day is going to haunt me till this is resolved. Don't tell me you're a country and you can't or whatever. Just please, I hope you can at least accept my offer."
"I not planning on not accepting," Ivan smiled to you, Zavid staring at Ivan confused before looking back at you, "so what time?"
"Ten o'clock on Saturday, maybe ten thirty if I'm running late," you shrugged. "Do you know any good places around here? Because I haven't had time to look –"
"There's a coffee shop on the other side of the city," Zavid told you, "and a Starbucks close to America's house… and a tea shop in the middle of the city as well as a café and a few bars too."
"Any preferences Ivan?" you asked, staring at him in curiosity wondering what he'd say. "I can drink anything, in all honestly."
"Starbucks sound good," Ivan smiled happily as his eyes seemed to sparkle as he stared into your own. "I hear Америка talking about place. Should try out."
"Okay!" You grinned at him, "Saturday at ten and should we meet here?"
"If you wish…" Ivan pouted slightly, your eyebrow rising at his sudden disappointment.
"Y-you can pick me up if you wish," you chuckled, your smile widening as he stared at you joyfully, "but I'll need to go to America's place first to check up on him."
"Да!" Ivan exclaimed happily. "Sound good! At ten?"
"Ten, nine forty five, whichever you want," you shrugged.
"Then nine forty five," Ivan grinned and stood up, Zavid staring at the man sternly trying to evaluate him as you smile and stood up at the same time Ivan did. "I will pay –"
"Oh no I can't allow that," you snorted and grabbed your briefcase, "this is my treat. I'm paying."
"I insist –"
"We'll talk about it when we get to that road," you decided to say, the tall Russian staring at you confused as Zavid rolled his eyes and grabbed Ivan's sleeve.
"Sir we have to go," Zavid decided to say, trying to get the man's attention, "your meeting will start in half an hour and it'll take us that time to get to the other side of town."
"Fine," he answered in Russian before looking back to you and giving you a smile. "Пока."
"Пока," you waved, watching as Ivan and Zavid left leaving you alone while you sighed and looked back to the large table.
Noticing barely anyone was there you raised an eyebrow, Alfred looking over at you and making his way over to you once he noticed you were done talking to the Russians. "Why were you talking to Russia?" Alfred asked, a pout on his face as a sigh escaped your own.
"We were just making plans for this weekend since I have that time off," you shrugged, "and I already told you that I owe him for the help yesterday… but I guess, if you wish that I don't go, I can cancel –"
"I can't do that!" he snorted and swiped the thought away. "I just didn't understand the situation! Now how about we head back home?"
"Sure," you shrugged. "Did you want to go out with someone today or something along those lines –"
"After my outburst with Germany I decided to cancel all my plans today," he explained, you nodding your head as you began to follow him out the door and walk down the hallway. "Plus I'd like to get to know my secretary. Are you okay with that -insert-your-name-?"
"Sure," you smiled, "I don't care."
"Any place you'd like to go to –"
"Actually~~ I was thinking we could try grilling some burgers," you said, a smirk coming to your face when you saw his eyes lighting up. "I noticed you had a grill and I got some food, cleaned your house a little, and just want to relax with some cooking before the snow starts to come down. Plus I forgot my jacket at your place."
"Okay then," he smiled to you, "we can do that." You smiled back and gave him a nod, letting out a tired sigh as you walked side by side Alfred while you both walked down the stairs and left the building.
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"O-oooh WOW!" Alfred gasped; a smile on your face as he walked into his house and began to look around. "You cleaned up everything! Everything! -insert-your-name-, you didn't have to do all this –"
"It's my job," you shrugged, closing the door behind you and letting out a sneeze because of the cool air outside had chilled your bones, "but I hope to have your house in decent order by the end of the week. So… what do you think –"
"Y-you've done great!" he chuckled happily, "I'm glad I picked you."
You nodded and walked over to the freezer, taking out the frozen burgers and filling up a large bowl full of hot water before putting the bag of burgers into the bowl. You knew it may be a while for the burgers to thaw, but since they were only sitting in the freezer for a few hours it won't take too long. "Well you know Mr. Jones," you began, noticing that Alfred had wandered into the kitchen and was admiring the new display of food in the refrigerator, "I don't even know why you chose me. From what I hear you haven't had an actual secretary in a few years. So? Why is that?"
"Why?" Alfred thought, shrugging as he closed the refrigerator with his foot and grabbed a banana near his arm. "… Well you can say I didn't come across anyone that I liked," he decided to say as he began to unpeel the banana and sat down at a chair in his dining room. "The boss recommended you for some reason and after looking over your files I decided to give you a try… but to be honest this place hasn't been cleaned since I got here," he chuckled, "and for you to do all that… I-I'm impressed."
"Thank you," you smiled, humming to yourself as you left the kitchen and walked over to the screen door. Alfred looked up his head and noticed you were going outside, deciding to follow you with his banana in hand. "Why did you choose me?"
"You lived out in the countryside," he grinned, watching as you uncovered the grill and grabbed a propane tank from the tool shed, "yet you work for prestigious guys. Also I noticed you have a lot under your name, you were in the army?"
"Yep," you nodded, hooking the tank up to the grill before turning it on and lighting the inside with a lighter. "I left a few years ago and I've served my full term. The bodyguard job sort of came towards the end of my career in the service. This secret organization, agency group hired me and they were astonished by my skills as an assassin without the 'proper training'," you smirked at the thought and closed the top of the grill once everything was lit, "In fact, Alfred, I did train myself. The years in the service did me some good, but when I was little I would go out hunting with my older brother, my father, and my grandfather. Plus my father was part of this gun club and he would bring me there at least once a week to shoot at targets, some of them moving. So I learned from that. I was going to become a policeman, actually, but after the organization contacted me and had me working there for a while I decided to stay. So there you go."
Alfred gave you a slight smile, the two of you walking back inside and sitting down at the dining table. "I didn't know that," he chuckled, "and I did wonder where my secretaries came from."
"It's not a big deal," you shrugged, sitting back in the chair and staring out the screen door. "You're actually one of my easiest assignments thus far. The rest of my bosses were either strict or cold to me. It's nice to have a change of pace, so thank you."
"No problem," he smirked, setting his banana peel on the table before placing his elbows on the table and setting his head on his hands, staring at you in a serious manner. "Now there are a few concerns I have about you."
"Go right ahead and ask me," you told him and leaned closer to the table, "and I'll give you the straightest answer I can."
"Can you tell me why you are acting so friendly to Russia –"
"As I told you before," you sighed and shook your head, "he helped me find the meeting room and I feel like I owe him one. Plus why are you cold to him? Do you hate Russians or something –"
"It's nothing like that," he snorted. "He just… he creeps me out. I don't understand how you can be so warm to that cold man –"
"Meh, I just don't see it I suppose," you shrugged, getting up to get yourself a drink. "Would you like some water?"
"No thank you," Alfred shook his head, your steps echoing against the hardwood floor as he watched you leave and soon come back with a glass of water. "… So you know Russian?"
"It's my second language," you chuckled lightly, drinking down some of the water before continuing, "or first. Not really sure. I learned Russian and English at the same time when I was a child because my parents wanted to teach their children two languages at once."
"Is that so?" he asked.
"Yes," you nodded, "didn't you read my file?"
"W-well… yeah I suppose," Alfred shrugged, "but I'd rather talk to someone then read everything about themselves from a file. I noticed that you know a lot of languages and you're ethnically diverse. If you don't mind me asking, could you explain that?"
"Sure," you responded, drinking from your cup one more time before setting it down on the table. "Well let's see… on my mother's side I'm mainly Russian. My family emigrated from Russia a generation or two ago… maybe sixty years ago? A century ago? I don't know," you shrugged, "it was a while ago. Some relatives are still there and others are in America, and don't worry Mr. Jones. My whole family was either born here or has visas and has filled out the proper paperwork. As for my father's side of the family… it can be complicated." You sighed as you sipped your drink again, thinking for a few moments before continuing. "… My father has many parts to his family. His last name is polish, meaning my last name is polish," you grinned happily, "though I have a split-two last name, but I use my polish last name from my father. His polish ancestors immigrated through Ellis Island, so we have paperwork there. Then I know of a great, great, grandfather who was German and his wife was French… though we don't know if she was French. She may have been a French Canadian native, but used the term French to fit in. Anyways she knew French. That much we know. Also my father's mother came from Ireland and I have some relatives there… though I don't really know them. Plus most of them have moved to America and live there, so I tend to see them from time to time.
"And… hmmmm… My grandparents taught me Russian and my parents spoke English. I know how to speak both at once, but I usually only use one at a time, mainly Russian with my family and English with everyone else. I know some Polish, German, a bit of French and Spanish, and I was taught Latin in high school, but I don't really remember every detail anymore. The Asian languages are rather hard for me to learn so I haven't learned them, but I have taken a few classes on how to communicate with the Chinese and Japanese and there's that… So there you go," you shrugged. "My father's side of the family owned the farm and my mother's side came later and had bought the land beside their own. They met, fell in love, and when they got married they merged their land together so they could have more profit. I grew up in the countryside my whole childhood, but I remember when I was a small child that I had visited Russia once. Barely remember the trip, but I had been there once… and sometimes we go to Canada," you smiled. "We love to ski also. My favorite is Nordic skiing, but I also have Alpine skis. Never snowboarded though… never really liked the idea of my feet being strapped to one ski," you shuddered slightly. "And will that be all Mr. Jones?"
"I guess," he shrugged, sitting back in his chair and giving you a smile. "That's a complicated family."
"I suppose," you smiled back, "but its fun too. All the different backgrounds, oh I love it! To just put it plain and simple I'm American. I'm a melting pot of ethnic diversity."
"Great!" Alfred laughed, watching as you stood up and grabbed bag of burgers from the hot water. You took the bag outside and he followed behind you, closing the screen door behind him as you began to place the burgers on the grill since it was done heating up. "I can't wait to learn more about you! The man that worked for me was also like you, but he didn't like to disclose all his information to me. Don't know why exactly, but he kept a lot of stuff to himself."
"Then let me warn you Alfred that I'm the same way," you smirked, placing the burgers as you continued. "From what I've noticed I actually have a lot more time then I'm used to. I get weekends off and the time during your world meetings off, but as long as I check up on you I'm good. So, for once, I can speak to my family more often… so I thank you for that."
"You don't have to thank me –"
"Well I should," you snorted, "because I'm used to working twenty four seven every day, morning, noon, and night. To be honest I don't even know what my older brother does anymore for a living. Maybe I can figure all that out, if I'm staying that is."
"It's nice to know that you're enjoying yourself," Alfred smiled.
"Oh yes!" You grinned, "I am! I can cook and clean without someone breathing down my back. Well sure, this is your house, but you don't seem to mind that I'm cooking for you or that I cleaned up your place while you were gone."
"I'm glad!" he grinned back, "but I'll be honest, I'm still not sure about you. Don't take it as an insult, but it just takes some time to warm up to someone, right?"
"Understandable," you responded, "at my last job my boss almost fired me while I was only there for a week, but he changed his mind last minute and probably after working for him that's why my resume was sent to you."
"Well," he sighed, "just so you know, we're not exactly on friendly terms with any country, so please understand my hesitation with Ivan and Arthur and Ludwig –"
"Ludwig?" you asked curiously, turning your head to him before turning back to the grill and sprinkling some pepper onto the meat.
"Ludwig is Germany," Alfred chuckled nervously, "maybe I should give you a list of all the countries with their names and secretaries."
"Oh that would be great!" you smiled to him, "because I'm still having a hard time remembering everyone. I remember Arthur Kirkland is England with Joseph Walker as his secretary, Ivan Braginski is Russia, there is a France named Francis… and… that's really all I can remember off of the top of my head." You sighed and shook your head, "And I'm sorry about that because I should know better, but I have problems remembering every detail."
"That's alright," he nodded and gave you a smile, watching as you cooked the burgers. "You're not as bad as my last secretary, if you could even call him one. You're a lot more lenient. I like that."
"That's because you were nice to me, so I am nice back," you smirked, humming as you fluffed over a burger.
Then a sigh escaped his lips, his eyes looking away from you and towards the scenery beyond the house. "… What a beautiful place."
"It is," you grinned, your eyes looking out to the sky as a sigh also escaped your lips, "but I can't wait for the winter. Then I can ski!"
"You must love skiing then!" Alfred laughed happily. "How good are you?"
"I sometimes take black diamond runs and go on rough terrain," you shrugged, "but nothing fancy. Just wherever the best powder is."
"Wow!" He huffed, "I can't even do blue runs that well!"
"Once the snow falls I'll have to teach you then," you grinned excitedly, "that is… if I'm still around, and if not you can come to my town and ask me in person. My family likes to go skiing almost every other day during the winter because it's one of the things to do other than sitting around and chopping firewood."
"Sounds like a plan!" Alfred smiled; an equally rivaling smile placed on your own lips until you looked back to the grill and flipped over the burgers.
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A/N: So with the background: that's actually similar to my own family. My father has an ethnically diverse family like the father in this story and my mother came from one place, like the mother in this story… sort of. I tweaked it, but I think its fun to have a background like that, don't you think? XD Anyways I hope you enjoyed this story so far. This is still the introductions so I won't get to the awesome, dramatic stuff till later. So I'll see you later and enjoy your vacations! =D
кто ты? – Russian – Who are you?
нет – Russian – no
eblan – Russian – dumbass
Извините – Russian – sorry (for a mistake)
Без проблем – Russian – no problem
Америка – Russian – America
