Well, as you can see, I decided to continue with this. I was going to wait for more reviews, but I got talking to some people and started thinking, "Why should I be selfish when people really want the next chapter? Just because I don't get what I want doesn't mean I should deprive them of anything." And no, I wasn't thinking, "MY STORY IS SO AWESOME, PEOPLE SHOULD REVIEW AND LOVE IT, BUT OH, I SHOULD UPDATE STILL BECAUSE PEOPLE WILL DIIIIEE WITHOUT IT!11!one!shift!1!" XD Ask my friends, and they'll tell you I should really stop putting myself down about 'my terriblely boring chapters.' So, yeah. There's my reason for this new chapter.
Besides, who can resist pervert!cat!Germany for long? XD
Actually, I don't have much to ramble on about at this point. I seriously JUST uploaded the next chapter for Congratulations earlier today before Color Gaurd practice. Nothing has really happened. SO, GUESS WHAT. YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THROUGH RAMBLING AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER. X3 Other than this: You got period chopsticks. And five cats for five deutchmarks at Arby's. IF YOU KNOW WHERE THAT IS FROM, YOU GET AN INTERWEBS COOKIE. AND MY LOVES. =D
Disclaimer: Do I own anything other than my OC's and plot? Say it with me, class: NO.
-/Hetalia/-
"I've got a nation doing my dishes. How legit is that?" Olivia sat on the kitchen table, watching Germany do just that: her dishes. She had pulled on a pair of tiger-striped pajama pants so she wasn't just in a t-shirt and a robe anymore.
"I really do not need to hear this," Ludwig muttered, shooting a glare at her as he dried the plate. "I am this close to breaking this dish over your head, Olivia."
Olivia hopped off the kitchen table and went over to his side. She took a plate slowly out of the cupboard and licked it before handing it back to him with a smirk. "But you wouldn't, my dear OCD kitty."
He scowled at her as he scrubbed the licked plate vigoriously. "Don't toy with me, Schatz[1]. I may not look it, but I am Deutchland."
"Yeah, yeah," Olivia said airily, gliding back over to the kitchen table. "So, you feel like telling me about this whole cat thing?"
"Not really, after you licked a clean plate," Germany growled, putting the clean-again plate away with a 'clack'. He dried his hands and carefully put the towel on the rack. He leaned against the counter with crossed arms and watched Olivia.
"Aw, pleeeaaase?" Olivia asked, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them, looking at Ludwig over them.
Ludwig looked unbudgable, with a face of stone. "Nein[2]. Begging will not help your case, Olivia."
"Please?"
"Nein."
"Please?"
"Nein."
"Please?"
"Nein."
"Please?"
"Nein! Mein Gott, do not act like a spoiled child, Olivia!" Ludwig straightened up and scolded her.
Olivia's eyes narrowed, and her legs slid down. "Don't call me spoiled, Luddy. I'm not, and I don't appreciate it."
"Luddy" was looking somewhat pissed as well. "Don't call me "Luddy", Schatz," he spat. "I detest being called that." Olivia looked at him from the corner of her eye, looking just the slightest bit sorry. "I'm going to clean." He strode off purposedly, shutting the bathroom door behind him rather loudly.
Olivia, now alone, heaved a sigh. The teen pulled her legs back up and laid her cheek on her knees. It looked like there was really no way she could get along with Ludwig. This was one of the reasons she hated people. The simple fact that she could never get them to like her. (Or that they just annoyed her and she didn't want their friendship.)
She sat up and hopped off the table, looking at the bathroom door. She bit her lip and made her way over slowly. She raised her fist but hesitated, bringing it back to her. He doesn't want me in there...
But APPARENTLY Germany's spidey sense had been tingling, and he opened the door. Olivia jumped, not suspecting him to. She then noticed he drew back a bit, also surprised. So maybe it hadn't been his spidey sense, and more the need for cleaning supplies.
"Olivia," Germany stated, sounding surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here for now," Olivia deadpanned.
The blonde nation clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I see that. Did you have to use the restroom? Because you're going to have to hold it."
Then Olivia got an idea. If he wouldn't like the real her, then she could be someone else, right? "Ha, no! I came to... to help! Is that alright?"
Germany looked taken aback. "You want to clean?"
"I love cleaning! It's one of my only joys in life!" Olivia replied, a plastic grin fixed on her face. He would probably say yes, due to their new mutual love of cleaning. Or maybe no, thinking she would just slow him down.
What she wasn't expecting him to do was give a soft little laugh. "Das ist lieb von Ihnen." [3] A small smile played on his lips, and he looked down at her with amused eyes. "Were you trying to apologize?"
"Wha-? N-no! O-of course not!" Olivia crossed her arms defensively.
"Danke[4], klein madchen," Germany said, setting a gloved hand on her shoulder. "But Olivia, don't be someone else. Be yourself."
"Maybe I do like to clean," Olivia mumbled, not looking at Ludwig.
He raised an eyebrow. "Alright. Here." He shoved a washcloth in her hand. "Clean with me."
Damn Ludwig. How did he see through her that easily? Olivia glared up at him. "Fine." A small smirk covered her mouth. "But we're cleaning my way." She ran off to her room, leaving behind a confused Ludwig. She came back out carrying her MP3 and a pair of speakers. She turned it up and onto shuffle, and the first song was "Don't Stop the Music."
"I can work with that," Olivia said, twirling her rag around. She half-danced her way past a wide-eyed Germany and grabbed the bucket from under the sink. She winked at him as she passed again, right when the song had gotten to "I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way. Possible canadite, yeah~. Who knew. That you'd be up in here looking like you do. You're making staying over here impossible. Baby I must say your aura is incredible.", making him turn pink and turn away. She slid into the kitchen and looked under the sink. Her arms piled high with cleaning supplies, she sashayed with the beat back over to Germany and set the supplies carefully at his feet. She laughed at his face, which was just kind of one confused twitchy look. "We gonna clean?" She asked, passing him the toilet cleaner.
"... J-ja," Germany coughed. He quickly started to clean the sink first. Olivia, rocking back in forth in time to the music, was cleaning the bath tub. Though really, she didn't get why they were cleaning. It was practically sparkling in there already.
Suddenly, the music changed to a spanish tango. She dropped her supplies and shot up. She grabbed Ludwig's arm and pulled him into the living room. "Come on! Dance!" Before Ludwig knew it, she had guided one of his hands to her hip and she had started to dance them across the room.
"Olivia, the bathroom!" He said, turning his head to look at the bathroom chock-full of supplies. But his head jerked back when he saw her twirl under his arm. "Er... do you dance often?"
"Yes! It's something I love to do!" Olivia looked at him with bright eyes.
A determined smile came to Ludwig's face. "Telling we the truth this time, madchen[5]? Alright then. I'll lead now." He lead her across the room in time to the music. The music swelled, and the hotel room filled with Olivia's laughter. When the song finally ended, Olivia drew away panting, though Germany seemed perfectly fine. Well, he did seem fit, she thought. What did he do, work out twice a week?
"If you tell the truth, Olivia, I'll do more things you enjoy with you instead of making you clean the bathroom," Germany said, picking up the cleaning supplies and putting them on the sink.
"Make me?" Olivia snorted. "You made me do nothing. If anything, I made you dance."
"Hmph. Think what you want, Olivia." Germany picked up his rag again and continued cleaning the already-clean sink.
"Hey!" Olivia went up and poked Ludwig in the bicep. "I-"
"Olivia? I can't find my key. Are you up? Can you let me in?"
Olivia paled, and Germany followed behind. "Your father," he whispered. "I don't think it would be good if he saw me."
"Noooo, really? It's not like a twenty-something German man in military clothes in the hotel room at two a.m. will make him freak out or anything. And I'm so sure he won't send me to an insane asylum when I try telling him my cat turned into you, who, by the way, is also the country of Germany," Olivia hissed, and that earned her a death glare from the nation. "Come on!" She lead him into the living room and glanced around. "You can hide in-"
"Oh, wait! I found it! Damn card key, get in there..." Jiggling was heard from the handle. "I hate these things..."
Olivia panicked and started running in one direction while Ludwig tried to head towards her room. They ran into each other with a crashing noise and fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs, clothes, and fire red hair.
"Olivia? Are you okay?" Her father sounded worried, and he banged on the door.
Ludwig spat out a mouthful of her hair and detangled his legs out from hers. The teenage girl pulled her arm out from under him. However, just then, a beep was heard from the door, indicating it was unlocked. Olivia's eyes widened. From her years of living with him, she figured she had about twenty seconds. Fifteen until her father figured out the door was open, and five while he opened the door. When her eyes met Ludwig's, she could tell he thought they had even less.
They shot up together, barely preventing another crash as they did. Olivia scanned the room quickly and saw something that might help: the closet door. She quickly yanked it open to reveal a rather dusty, dark closet that smelled of mothballs. On the floor sat a mess of her and her father's luggage. She put her hand out towards it, indicating that he should get in.
He stared at her like she was crazy and there was no way he was hiding in there. But when the front door cracked open he leaped in head-first like a baseball player sliding into home. Of course, it wasn't really that large. So there was a large thump and an intake of breath as his head hit the wall. Wincing in sympathy, Olivia slammed the door shut and leaned against it just as her father walked in.
"Olivia, you didn't hear me? Are you okay?" Her dad asked, looking concerned. He also looked dead-tired after a long day of work. Which she might be able to use to her advantage.
"What? Haha, yeah! Sorry, I was listening to music and cleaning." She noticed a plastic baggie her dad's hand. "Hey, what's in the bag?"
"... Cleaning?" Lucas repeated, ignoring her question. He dropped the plastic bag and stepped forward to feel her forehead. "Are you sick? Have you cracked? You hate cleaning!"
Olivia could just imagine Germany's triumphant look. "I'm fine," she muttered, pushing away his hand. "I couldn't sleep. You know I have problems sleeping when we go to new places."
Her father nodded solemnly. "Yes, I do. I'm sorry. I thought Ludwig would help you with that."
"Er..." Olivia couldn't really tell him that he had, until he changed into a human and woken her up."H-he did! I just woke up, and I was, um, hungry! Yeah, hungry! My stomach was eating itself I was so hungry! So then I made eggs! And sausage! Then the dishes called my name, so I started cleaning!"
Throughout her story, Lucas's eyebrows had been raising. By the end, they were practically one with his hair line. "O... kay? I think I'll just grab a book from my bag and head to bed." He reached for the closet's doorknob.
Olivia freaked and threw herself in front of the doorknob. "Come on, daddio! Do you really need a book? You look dead on your feet!" She started pushing him toward's the second bedroom. "You can just get into bed, under nice warm covers, and sleep. Tell you what! I'll cook breakfast tomorrow! Get up early and everything!" Behind her she heard a door creak open. She risked a backward glance and saw cold blue eyes that belonged to Germany peek out. When they met her panicked brown eyes, he quickly drew back in, causing a soft slamming noise.
"Huh? What was that?" Mr. Skye turned around and looked at the closet. He furrowed his eyebrows and stepped out of the way of Olivia's push. "I thought I heard a noise..."
"What?" Olivia laughed awkwardly. "A noise? Really? I didn't hear a thing! And you know me! I've got the ears of... of... an animal with really good hearing!"
He gave her another weird look. "Honey, are you really sure you're okay?"
Dammit! She was never this bad of a liar! Stupid German for making her so freaked out earlier when he had just decided to change from a cat into a human. That must be what was affecting it. Of course, she was never the best at lying to her father... "Positive, dad," she sighed. "Now just... go to bed. I'm worried about you. You don't get enough sleep."
Her father smiled softly. "I'm sorry I'm worrying you, honey." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "I've been so busy at work. Thank you. I'll go to bed now, and I'm looking forward to breakfast tomorrow. Try to get some sleep yourself." He turned and went into the second bedroom.
Olivia waited a few second before letting out a sigh of relief. She could almost swear she heard one from the closet as well. "Hey... hey, Germany!" She whisper-yelled, going to open the door. "I think you can-"
"I almost forgot!" Her dad added, walking back in. He picked up the plastic bag he had left on the ground and pulled out a bag of liver-flavored cat treats. "Where's Ludwig? I picked these up on my way back."
"... Uhhhh..."
"Luddy! Here, cat! Where are you, Ludwig?" Olivia's father shook the bag of treats and looked around. He even got down on the ground and checked under the couch. "Where is that cat?" He asked, scratching his head. "Olivia?"
"I... don't... know?" She attempted.
He blinked at her, once again raising an eyebrow. Mr. Skye then shrugged and continued to look. "Hey, Ludwig! Where are you, cat? I've got treats! Yummy, yummy treats!"
There was a small noise from the closet. Olivia and her dad turned towards it with two different expressions: surprised/pissed and confused. "What...?" He said. He started towards it slowly.
"Fuck you, Ludwig! Fuck you! I almost had him gone!" Olivia hissed softly at the closet.
"Did you say something, Olivia?" Lucas asked, turning back to look at her.
"NOPE." Inside, she was offering the blonde country various ways and places a stick could be used/shoved.
Her father reached the door and opened the door to reveal the nation of Germany.
As a cat. A large, gray, blue eyed cat. Who looked like someone had locked him in the closet. So, of course, what did Olivia's father assume?
"OLIVIA! Did you lock Ludwig in the closet?" He turned and shouted at her.
"WHAT? NO! Why would I do that?" She shouted back.
Her dad picked up Ludwig. "Poor little Luddy. Did Olivia lock you in there? I didn't think she'd do something like that. Here, have a treat." He shoved a cat treat into Germany's mouth, making the nation-cat gag a bit. After the gag, Ludwig turned his head to look apologetically at Olivia. Olivia just glowered at him. "I mean, really, Olivia! Am I going to have to worry about you turning into a serial killer when you grow up?"
Olivia tried again. "But, Dad-"
"No buts, Olivia! You were trying to keep me from finding him, weren't you? That's why you told me to go to bed," He said angrily.
"Dad, if you would just listen-" Olivia attempted, her vision starting to blur with tears. But of course he wouldn't. Her father never listened. At this point she would've explained everything and taken the consequences of the loony bin if he would just /shut up/ for a second and let her explain.
"No, Olivia! Do you not want Ludwig? I'll take him back first thing tomorrow if you don't. I just thought you'd like company!" Ludwig's eyes widened, and he stared at her in a panicked way.
"NO!" Olivia yelled, grabbing cat Ludwig from her father's arms and holding him tightly. "I DON'T GET COMPANY FROM /YOU/, SO I REALLY DON'T WANT THE FUCKING CAT GONE!" She ran off to her room, tears beginning to flow freely now.
"Hey... hey, Olivia! Don't use that language! Get back here!" He shouted after her.
Olivia just slammed her door, kicking it when she realized there wasn't a lock. She tossed Germany haphazardly onto the bed, recieving a yowl from him, and shoved a chair in front of the unlocked door. "AUGH," she screamed, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed a pillow and held it on her face to scream into. She slowly slid down the wall and sobbed into the pillow.
A second later, she felt a slight pressure on her knee. She pulled the pillow away from her face and saw Germany-cat looking up at her sympathetically with his eyes-so human even when he was a cat-blinking slowly.
She laid her chin on her pillow. "... This is your fault."
He raised a cat-brow and gave her a skeptical look.
"Well, it is. If you didn't make that noise it would've been fine," Olivia sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
The disgusted expression that appeared on his feline face was absolutely comical. He stared at her hand, then at her nose, then at her hand. Olivia shrugged, and he turned and padded off, jumping on the table. He returned with a tissue, which she used gratefully.
"So. Why are you a cat again, and why couldn't you just have done that earlier?" Olivia asked after throwing it into the wastebasket.
Ludwig looked down at his paws. "Well, I-"
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOOOOAAA!" Olivia said, scrambling away. "You can talk?"
"Yes, I can talk," he hissed. "Now will you shut up before your father hears you?"
"Why didn't you do that earlier either?"
"It wasn't beneficial," Germany said, waving away her question with a wave of his tail. "Besides, it feels all wrong to talk like this. That verdammen[6] black magician did a terrible job..."
"Um, who did what now?" Olivia asked, wiping the wetness away from her eyes.
"Ah, well... I don't... have much control over this," he said, looking down at himself.
"Wait. So what you're saying is you can't control when you change?" Olivia asked, staring at the gray cat.
"... Er... nein."
"Well that's just dandy, isn't it?" Olivia said with false happiness. "What happened?"
"I'm-" Ludwig stopped suddenly, blinking. "Scheiße[7]." Then the next thing Olivia knew, a human Germany was kneeling closely over her. Like, really close, like he was hovering over her. Like rapist-close. Olivia stared at him, and he blushed lightly. "Verzeihung[8]," he said, moving away.
Olivia sighed. "Can... can I just get some sleep?" She asked.
He nodded awkwardly. "S-sure! I'll sleep on the floor, Olivia."
Olivia got up and pulled off the comforter and blanket. "Here. Use these. The floor'll be really uncomfortable."
"But you'll get cold, Olivia," Germany said, shaking his head.
"Take them," Olivia growled, shoving them at him.
"Nein."
"Yes."
"Nein."
"Yes."
"Nein."
"We are not doing that again!" Oliva said, throwing the blankets on the floor. "Take the fucking blankets before I smother you with them!"
"I would like to see you try, Schatz," Ludwig replied, eyes narrowing. They stood there in silence, glaring at each other. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
It only got worse when there was a screeching noise as the door was starting to be forced open and the chair was being pushed across the wood. "Olivia, I'm coming in." It was her father.
-/Hetalia/-
[1] - So, have any of you noticed by the two times I've used this word meaning 'sweetheart' in German that it's what Luddy uses when he's pissed at her sometimes? No? Well, now you know~.
[2] - Nein means no in German. I WAS TAUGHT THIS BY MY FRIEND WHEN HIS GERMAN GRANDAD CAME OVER AND HE HAD TO WATCH US FOR THE WEEK WHEN I SPENT THE NIGHT(S) FOR LIKE A WEEK. I LEARNED THIS WHEN I WAS SIX, SEVEN, MAYBE EIGHT. IT WAS THE ONLY GERMAN I LEARNED THAT WHOLE FUCKING WEEK. HOW PATHETIC IS THAT?
[3] - Did you guys who know liebe means love that he said something about loving her or that and I just mispelled it? NEIN, YOU LOSE. XDD 'Das ist lieb von Ihnen' is from my dictionary, and it means 'That is most kind of you.'
[4] - Danke means thanks~.
[5] - Girl in German.
[6] - Damn in German as an adjective. That was IN MY GERMAN DICTIONARY I GOT FROM MY SCHOOL~. XD
[7] - Shit in German. Also from my dictionary. You think they'd find a censored dictionary. X3
[8] - Sorry in German. Damn, I've used more German in the past couple sentences than I did all last chapter. XDD
Ugh moving too fast and I couldn't stop and damn you 1000 Ships, Don't Stop the Music, and Boys Boys Boys for influencing me on the dancing and teasing and ugh. *headdesk* Okay, dudes. I've decided I suck at this. So I'm going to go crawl in a hole now. -.-' But yay. Done. That took way less time than the seventh, latest chapter of Congratulations, even taking into consideration the extreme chapter-length differences(fucking A it's so short...). I have issues. But on another note: HAHA, CLIFFHANGER.
OLIVIA'S DAD ANNOYS ME. TTATT I never know what to call him! Dad, Olivia's dad/father, Lucas, Mr. Skye? So I ended up just using a bunch of those. If when you review you would put what you think I should call him, I'd appreciate it.
... Teenage angst. Who doesn't love that? Okay, see, I'm trying to make it more serious than Congratulations, but I'm afraid I don't have a good balance... This freak-out wasn't supposed to be that bad, but I just couldn't help it when writing it... DX I really should just give up...
Thank you for reading this through, author's notes and all. I'm very grateful. And I'd be even more grateful ifyou'd do me a favor and review. =D