Just a cool trick all of you should try: Go to .uk; type up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A; repeatedly press A. SO MUCH FUN!
Disclamer: if only I could ignore this...
.
Alfred slowly stretched his limbs and opened his eyes. After a quick moment of, "wait, what is going on here again?" he remembered the whole wolf thing and last night's fun piss-off-Germany incident. Which, speaking of the dude... Alfred turned to look at the sleeping form of a stupid blond who he was sure would wake up before him. Honestly, how in the world did I wake up before he did? This makes no sense.
So Alfred decided to go with the stereotype that all Americans are jerks and wrench open the blinds covering the windows. It was actually pretty amusing for Alfred to watch Germany swear and whip around, looking for whoever opened the blinds. When Germany finally focused on the white wolf he glared and accused Alfred of some uncouth actions. Who knew Germany was such a grumpy cat at the crack of dawn? Like, shzeash, if you position our windows to face east, one would expect you like to rise with the first rays of the sun.
Germany groaned and let his face fall into his hands. When he lifted his face to stare at Alfred, Al was surprised to realize that the normal slicked-back look of Germany's hair was gone and in its place was free locks of hair that fell over his forehead. I think he just de-aged a couple of years! Alfred thought.
"Today was supposed to be my day to sleep in, Sterling." Germany chastised.
Yeah, well I didn't get the memo and I'm hungry. Alfred replied. Then he tipped his head to the side to consider the fact that Sterling was an ok name and what he would be called while he was a wolf so... I will now refer to myself in wolf form as Sterling!
Germany made an enormous show of getting out of bed, although it could have been unintentional, and trudged into the bathroom. Sterling was about to leave the room to run around the house, find food, or play with the dogs but was met with a locked door. Now while he did open the door yesterday, that was more so due to awesome magic defying physics than skill in a wolf body at doing human affairs. And since his magic has the characteristic "fuck you" attitude in the morning, he was stuck in the room. Sometimes he felt odium for the fact that his magic was living; the insufferable essence went from helpful to downright obstructive in the blink of an eye. That's what makes it so fun and useful, while unpredictable it will bend a situation to let you see a knew light, or just save you from disaster.
Sterling was broken from his thought process by the bathroom door opening. Sterling had been lost in his mind and in that time Germany had gone through his morning routine, which included taking a shower.
Sterling turned his head to look at Germany and promptly yelped, head snapping to look away. Good God, Ludwig! Put some- put some clothes on! In his shock, Sterling thought of Germany by his human name, because seriously, it was hard to think of a nation being naked, even for a nation.
Germany glanced over at Sterling and laughed. At his laugh, Sterling turned around in astonishment but quickly looked back away. Americans are typically unacquainted with public or sudden nudity and it showed in their national personification.
"Ah, are you shy?" Germany taunted the wolf. Sterling promptly growled and flattened her ears in response. "Oh, I am sorry. Were you just being polite?"
Germany continued to chuckle as he got dressed. He had a feeling that this wolf would be a great comic relief. Sterling just couldn't get over the fact that Germany, Germany of all nations, was laughing at his expense. Well, that and that he had just seen the European naked but one has to prioritize.
"There. Do I look better now?" Sterling turned at the question and took in the tank top, running pants that looked suspiciously military, and running shoes. Sterling noted the chain around Germany's neck and inwardly smirked.
Sterling shook her coat and pawed at the door, resulting in Germany opening the door so Sterling could race down the stairs. Halfway down the flight of stairs, Sterling realized why dogs and cats always ran down and never walked. It was practically impossible to go slow. Stupid gravity.
Sterling reached the bottom of the stairs and shot through the house to find the doggie door, once found he slipped out and did his business. Then he raced back inside to find Germany leaving through the front door. Sterling shot after him and barely made it out the door before it closed on his tail.
"What the-" Germany turned around and gave Sterling a flabbergasted look. "Why are you-" He looked back and forth between Sterling and the door. Sterling wagged his tail and patiently waited for Germany to make his decision. Which he did, after sighing and shaking his head at Sterling. Which was taking off into a fast jog down the street. Of course Sterling followed.
The two continued to jog for about twenty minutes before turning back and slowing down a bit. Ah, is someone tired? Sterling thought mockingly. Germany did not look tuckered out but there was no seeable reason that he was slowing. He waited as long as he could before shooting off at top speed. Germany shouted behind him and tried to catch up but remained two strides behind Sterling even at is top speed. Sterling was laughing internally when he slowed down at the driveway. He jumped into the grass and rolled around while Germany caught his breath.
"Sterling," Germany started. Sterling stopped rolling and looked at him. "You are one crazy wolf."
_()_
Germany had changed out of his workout clothes after walking inside so Sterling was left to watch Prussia cook an omelet and hash browns. The smell was tantalizing and Prussia was letting him sample bits of hash browns. When it was finished cooking and Germany was back in the kitchen to make his own breakfast, Prussia sat down at the table to dig in. Sterling hopped up on a chair next to him.
"Only the awesome can sit at the table!" Prussia yelled as he attempted to push Sterling off the table.
No, only those with table manners can sit at the table. Sterling thought, And I was not fed this morning so I am hungry. Give me food.
After an excessive amount of pestering Sterling was finally awarded food. Unfortunately it was dog food so tasted like cardboard but was regrettably not the worst thing sterling had eaten. *coughEngland'scookingcough*
When the Meal of Disappointment was over and the currently human brothers were finished cleaning up- let it not be said that Germany was the only clean freak- Germany disappeared into his study to work and Prussia turned to Sterling. He uttered the words of doom to the wolf: "Time to train ya girl."
The next hour or so was spent outside and full of crazy hand signals and barked commands. Sterling complied for the first ten or so minutes then began to lose interest. And honestly, why was "bring me a beer" a command any pet would know? So Sterling decided to have fun. Thus began the war of White Hair.
The albino would give an order and the snowy wolf would purposefully mess up and do something else entirely. Sit? No thanks, I'll just hop up and down. Fetch? Eh, I feel like playing dead instead. Play dead? What, think you can outsmart me? No sir, I think you asked for a sure way to kill yourself, so let me get you a beer.
This continued for a long while and eventually was just a game of who-can-come-up-with-the-craziest-whatever. Well that is until Prussia impersonated a General and gave the command to flank the enemy. Sterling immediately dropped low to the ground and began to move in a slow, quiet crouch in a wide semicircle around Prussia. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses but Sterling could almost feel the satisfaction brimming in them. A malicious smile cracked across his face as he went into Drill Sergeant mode and spent the next half hour giving stealth, attack, hold, and other versions of army commands to Sterling.
When Prussia was satisfied with Sterling's ability to comprehend and follow orders he motioned to follow him. He went inside the house and picked up a Nerf gun from his room and held it at the ready as he navigated the house, stopping just outside the Study. He held up his fist and Sterling stopped. He then gave a set of orders and counted off on his hand. At the signal for 'go' he opened the door and Sterling charged in, quickly followed by Prussia who proceeded to fire off a round at his younger brother who was occupied by a cute wolf placing her head on his lap and doing that thing that dogs do that makes you just have to pet them. The foam bullets hit the blond in rapid fire and before he could yell at his brother, the signature kesesese sounded his retreat.
Germany froze for a second before shaking his head and slowly pulling out his own Nerf gun and loading it with the bullets that hit him and the ones he kept in the drawer. "I trust you had nothing to go with this," Germany stated as he slowly loaded the gun. It sounded like a question so Sterling just shrugged. "Now, if you excuse me I have retribution to deliver."
And thus the White Hair War became a long and complicated battle that divided three nations into ever changing sides, teams, and every-man-for-himself along with rules that made no sense. Such as enemy teams not being allowed to give commands to the war wolf or the war wolf is not a flag nor shield, please stop trying to capture it and use it as such. The long and vicious war was finally called to an end at the Treaty of Supper where the three opposing sides noticed that they had skipped lunch and now were hungry so gathered to have a late lunch and ensure such a war never happened again. Because, let's face it, no one was ever going to win.
Once lunch was over and done with, the peace negotiations had worked out rather well, everyone went their separate ways. Germany to finish his work, Prussia to do something in his room, and Sterling to go visit with some dogs.
After getting over the hounds attacking him, Sterling got along with them quite nicely. Aster was just as hyper active as America could be around other nations so the two could keep up with each other. Blackie was still rude and protective over the other dogs but calmed down after seeing 'Master' accept Sterling into the pack. Berlitz was the same as he was when Sterling first met him: quite and calculating.
All in all, the canines were friendly to each other and only minimal maiming was needed to convince the dogs that Sterling, while yes, was a female wolf, was NOT open to the idea of breeding. Especially not with dogs and especially not while being a wolf. After that little tidbit of information, Aster was bummed out so Berlitz tried to change the subject by asking why Sterling got to sleep inside.
"I'm precious." Sterling told them with a smirk and joking tone.
"Translation: you were too stubborn to be kicked outside. So where did you sleep? The laundry room?" Blackie asked.
"Ah, well I sort of attempted to claim a guest room." Sterling hesitated, "But it was actually Germany's room and didn't feel like moving."
The dogs stared at Sterling with the equivalent of a dumbstruck look. "Germany," Aster started, " allowed you," Blackie continued, "to sleep with him?" Berlitz finished.
"Ah, that makes it sound bad. More like, allowed me to sleep at the foot of the bed." Sterling nodded. "That sounds better."
The dogs still stared at Sterling in wonderment. "There must be some, like, nation sixth sense that makes him trust you!" Aster stated.
"Or maybe it's because a wolf is an exotic creature to him so he will let her get away with that." Blackie pointed out.
The dogs and wolf shrugged it off and went back to playing, completely missing Berlitz's comment of, "Sure, it has nothing to do with the fact that she's American."
_-.-_
.
Sterling played with the dogs until Germany came out to refill their food and water bowls, motioning for Sterling to follow him inside. He set an extra two bowls on the kitchen floor for her in a corner. One was full of clear, cool water and the other with dog chow. Sterling gulped down the water in a rush and then started on the food, delighted to find a hidden piece of meat at the bottom.
"The vet said something about Sterling not being a normal wolf," Germany said cautiously. Sterling glanced up at him before trotting over so sit by his side and watch the food on his plate. You never know when you might get a chance to snatch some real food.
"Yeah? Well I guess she was right." Prussia stated. "I tried giving her normal dog commands but she was not awesome and pointedly did something else."
"What do you mean?"
"She didn't cooperate until I gave her strict military commands." Prussia said like it was no big deal.
"She does seem intelligent." Germany mused.
Prussia started chuckling to himself and only started bursting with it when Germany asked what was so funny. "If she really is from America, then she s probably a superwolf!"
At Germany's confused look he explained, "America s obsessed with superheroes and stuff, so they probably do some experiments and stuff." He took a moment to calm down before continuing, "She is a superwolf! Probably genetically modified to fight criminals or be partners with a special ops group!"
Germany granted his brother a small smile at the ridiculous yet most likely true thought.
Sterling huffed and glared at the Prussian. What was so funny about that? It would be an epic idea! In fact, when I get back, I will train animals to work with a secret group of military trainers to be better spies than the English and take out secret terrorist groups and be the HEROES! Sterling's thoughts unknowingly just confirmed what the two brother found so funny.
Sterling sped out of the house and sat outside sulking. The sun had set and it was dark out but the stars shown bright in the sky. Sterling glanced up and noticed the moon was just peaking out her face and shedding her rays on the earth. With a wolf smile, Sterling tilted her head back and let lose a howl. The cry was long and slow, lonely. Sterling hummed to himself before starting on an old song that had been sung many times in the days before North America was colonized.
Inside the house, Gilbert snapped his head up at the wolf song. A sudden memory surfaced and he fought the urge to cry or laugh. Instead he whispered, "Have you ever hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?"
"What?" His brother asked him. Prussia just gave a soft smile and said, "Listen. Do you hear Sterling?"
"Yes, it sounds like she is singing." Ludwig answered his brother but still did not understand.
"She is. When I was in America helping train the colonist armies..." Gilbert took a breath to steady himself," I was told that Europeans and outsiders could never understand the true beauty of the wild. That it was beautiful because it was free." Gilbert gave his brother a sharp look. "Ludwig, even if Sterling was trained and enhanced, she is still a wolf. A wild wolf that does not belong here. Her song is a calling back to home."
Ludwig nodded to signify he understood even though he did not entirely. Was his brother telling him not to get attached to the wolf? Or was he telling him that Sterling did not belong to them? Or was it something different? ( He secretly hopped that east was only referring to the newly acquired pet and not the personification of where she came from.) He went to bed that night confused. And if he didn't complain when a white fuzz ball jumped on his bed and curled up next to him late at night, well that was just because he was still trying to puzzle out his brother's words and not at all because it was comforting.
.
.
So if you noticed that Sterling is going back and forth on referring to himself/herself as a girl/boy then, yes, it was intentional. I would like to point out that if anyone seems OOC it is because they are at home with no other outside nations (the german bros) or don't have to pretend to be an idiot (Al). Also there were something in this chapter that were not planned at all, i have no idea where they came from. But the first reference is in one of them. Oh yeah, since last chapter had zit references, I gave this one 2! Yaye! Have fun guessing them, please guess.
So give me your thoughts on this chapter and I will be a very happy American. ;) Don't and I'll be sad. f you want to tell me your experience with the hack i provided at the beginning of this chapter, I would be very interested to hear.
ThePrussianCross - well, you see... I already have that whole scene planed out and yeah, i think it is kinda awkward. but it is not what you are thinking, i can guarantee it.
For anyone who did not, make sure you read the updated version of chapter 5. I changed the title from, "A Car ride" to "A Naming" to remind people it was updated but just making sure...
As always, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed.