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(I don't own Hetalia.)
It just went downhill right after that. My father announced happily that there were more 'countries' to meet .Alice I could tell was downright excided, mumbling 'I hope their sexy too.' Over and over again. The whole thing made me want to barf. Then fall over a cliff. Into the ocean. Where sharks would eat me. Over all, I wanted to die. I've always found history class boring... so… yeah. I also hold America in low regards. Like the fact that there are hundred pregnant twelve year olds, hookers, etc.
I tried to think of countries that I actually might like. England maybe, because of the gentleman thingy. The again, England might be some crazy bad-ass dude on a motorcycle. For all I knew, England could be some hot chick with a British accent. I seriously hoped it was the last guess. But because I have the worst luck in the history of ever, England turned out to be none of these. This is how I met him.
All the supposed countries were in the room a couple ways away from the one we had been a moment ago. I was starting to get nervous, running history facts in my head over and over again. I debated whether I could run before my father opened the door, but one creepy look from Alfred kept me rooted. Alice on the other hand, looked like she was about to shove Dad out of the way and burst in herself.
I will never forget the look on Alice's face when she saw all the young men in the room. The first person who caught my eye though, was a man with freakishly huge eyebrows. Or were those caterpillars? All I knew was that Alfred was dragging me over to caterpillar guy. I started protesting lamely, trying weakly to get away. (Okay, okay look. I am not the strongest guy in the world. Plus, Alfred is scarily strong.)
"Alfred, let the poor lad go." Caterpillar guy chided, clicking his small fingers against his glass. America addmeadiatly let go, exclaiming loudly,
"IGGY-ARTIE-EYEBROWS~!" before launching himself at the poor man. I watched amusedly, happy that America was annoying someone other than me. I also sadly forgot that I should've run. Before I knew it, Alfred was right back to me, shoving me towards caterpillar guy.
"Artie-"
"It's Arthur you wanker!"
"Arthur, this is Chase. Chase, this is Arthur, or rather known as England."
I stared in shock, wondering how the small man in front of me could possibly be England. What happened to the hot chick?
"-are those eyebrows?" I asked before I could think. I turned bright red, clapping a hand over my mouth. Then of course, the angry little British man blew up right in front of me.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE. YES, YES THEY BLOODY ARE. WHAT IS UP WITH YOU AMERICANS?! YOUR ALL SO INSUFFERABLY RUDE!" he screamed, making other people look over at us.
"I-I'm so sorry Mr.-uh, England sir! Please forgive me!" I begged, fearing for my life. Alfred though, started laughing loudly, making me glare at him in a silent plead for help. To my utter relief, Alfred swooped in, and started talking about Harry Potter. It seemed to work, for the angry little man calmed down, and eventually started chattering along happily with America. I took that as my chance to run away. I looked around for a familiar face, but all I found was Alice flirting with a *man with spiky hair and a huge axe. I rolled my eyes, knowing that of course Alice would choose the strangest person in this room.
To my disgust Mom was also flirting with a *man with brown hair and a curl who kept screaming, "Vee~!" My dad though, was nowhere in sight. I rolled my eyes, totally knowing he had just ditched us here. Since I had lived in the White House for a couple of days, I knew the way back to my room.
My room is pretty plain, except for my desk. It's covered in sketches, short stories, and books. Oh, my laptop too as well. I turned to the mirror, looking myself over. I have brown hair that looks more like it would belong on a girl than a dude, and brown, chestnut eyes. I'm on the slightly shorter and small side, with no muscles at all. I can barely stab a Capri Sun for god's sake. I have small hands, and small feet. (I'm not going to lie; I've been considered a girl more than once.)
I flopped onto my bed, thinking over the fact that I just met all the countries. It was pretty mind blowing actually. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
Have you ever woken up tied up in the back of a freaking car? No? Yeah, that's the normal answer… if your normal that it. Being the president's son, I was half expecting this. So as calmly as I possibly could, I slipped off the gag that was (very badly) covering my mouth.
"Where the hell are you taking me?" I deadpanned, not even bothering to give my kidnapper that satisfaction of hearing me panic. I heard some weird laugh in the front, and a man with bright red eyes and white hair peered back at me creepily.
"Oh, so sleeping beauty is finally awake, huh?" he sniggered, and I felt my face heat up. He actually didn't think- no, it's seriously impossible-
"Oi Gil, is our petite fille awake~?" a (it sounded French) voice asked from the driver's seat. I realized with a grim realization that there were three of the bastards in the front. Another one turned around (he had brown, chocolate hair, and olive-green eyes) and smiled happily at me. Sadly, from the small French classes I've taken, I could totally understand the Frenchie. My worst fears were sadly confirmed. The three idiots thought I was Alice, my younger sister.
"You have got to be kidding me." I groaned angrily, shutting my eyes irately.
"What's wrong, amiga?" the (Spanish?) one asked, obliviously cheerful.
"Who do you think I am?" I demanded, starting to get pissed off.
"Your name is Alice, non?" Frenchie asked, turning around to get a better look at me. I glared, trying my best to silently scream 'Fuck you!' He didn't take the hint, but instead looked me over again. I shuddered, not liking this at all. What if they were rapists? Or some kind of slave drivers?! I looked at them fearfully, now starting to panic.
"I-I'm not Alice you idiot!" I stuttered, turning bright red. "I'm her older brother, Chase!"
"*Maudit"
"*Mierda"
"*Scheiße"
All three of them cursed at the same time, glaring at each other.
"Look what you idiots did! I told you to get the girl, not a *peu garçon-fille!"
"It's not my fault; Spain told me it was a girl dammit!"
"Oi, it's not my fault!"
Wait… Spain…? Did that mean… I was captured by countries?! I thought, my stomach sinking. Maybe they had something against America, and therefore captured me! Why would they want Alice though? What if… oh god, never mind. Not even going there. I shuddered again, and looked at 'Spain'. He looked nice, but I was not too sure about who the red eyed guy was. I guessed that the person driving was French, so I concluded he must be France. Maybe the albino guy was Austria or something.
"What do you want from me?" I demanded, glaring at 'Spain'. He smiled apologetically, patting me annoyingly on the head. I shook his hand away, giving the snickering Austria-guy a death glare. 'France' turned around again, looking me over.
"Well, you see-"
"We have no reason~" 'Spain' interrupted cheerfully, making me want to bash my head on the ground. Not only did these bastards kidnap me, but they also had no reason! Why do these things always happen to me…?
"Well can you take me back to the White House now?" I deadpanned, feeling utterly pissed off.
"…Nah." Albino guy shrugged. Out of all of them, I think this guy pissed me off the most.
"What country are you anyway? I figured the bastard in the front was France, and apparently that idiot is Spain, so who are you?" I asked, sneering a bit. The 'albino' looked slightly shocked and a bit hurt that I didn't know who he was.
"Kesesese~ I'm the awesome Prussia!"
"Russia?" I asked feeling confused. He did say Russia, right? The guy paled, and I thought to myself, oh shit.
"N-nien! Prussia! P-r-u-s-s-i-a! Prussia!" he stuttered, looking slightly pissed off.
"What the hell's a Prussia?"
I blacked out again.
Silly Chase, not knowing who Prussia is xD
*Denmark (Alice was flirting with him)
*Italy (Mom was flirting with him)
* petite fille- little girl
*Maudit- damn
*Mierda- crap
*Scheiße- shit
Hope you enjoyed :D Next chapter is when the introduction ends :) (and hopefully Chase will get free xD) Remember to review/comment!
(I don't own Hetalia.)