Hey! I just wanted to take this chance to explain everything. This was posted before, then it was deleted, but not by me. By the time my friend who Safi is based off of told me, it had been over 2 weeks and I couldn't retrieve my story :( It mad me as mad as Germany at his worst. *sigh* So now I'm in the process of re-uploading everything. Shouldn't take too much longer to catch up. If you happen to know anybody who used to follow this story, would you please let them know that I'm in the process of putting it back up? Thanks!
Germany scowled down at me, seemingly unfazed by the fact that I'd just slammed into him. Like I said before, he did not look happy. "Vhat are you doing in here?!" he yelled at me.
I crossed my arms and scowled back from my place on the ground. "You didn't really think we were gonna just wait outside for hours, did you?" I countered. "I mean, it is us. We're gonna find a way in."
The big angry German was just about to yell something back, but he was interrupted by Austria yelling "Germany!"
The Austrian spazz stalked up to Germany, maybe even more pissed off than the later, if that was possible. "Do you know somezing about zese human girls being in here?!"
Germany facepalmed. "Yes Austria," he growled. "Ve found zem, zey know our secret, unt zey vere supposed to vait outside!" Germany removed his hand and glared at me.
I very childishly blew a raspberry at him. Then I felt hands under my arms and I was dragged away. I twisted around to see Safi with my left arm and Mari with my right arm.
"Come on Lees. We don't want to make the blissed off German any more blissed off do we?"" Safi reasoned, using her own personal lingo.
"I'm not afraid of him!" I struggled a bit.
"We know Lees," Mari said. "You're not afraid of anyone. That's why we have to step in and be your common sense."
… Yeah. They were probably right. So I let them drag me back over to Alex and Zara.
Germany and Austria had missed this whole exchange because once Germany had said, "Zey know our secret," Austria had screamed "ZEY KNOW OUR SECRET?!" and had started spazzing out at Germany.
Being the bipolar weirdo that I am, I felt sorry for the angry German who'd just been yelling at me a moment ago. Austria seemed like a nuisance. Then I saw that Switzerland still had his gun pointed at my friends and I switched again. I stood up, and forced the gun upwards so that it was not pointed over our heads. "Don't shoot my friends."
That pissed him off. He pressed down with his gun, fighting against my upward thrust, looking like he wanted to shoot me, when Mari stepped in. "What our friend means to say is that we are no threat and we'd prefer not to die today."
Switzerland blinked. "Die?" he asked, then his face changed to realization. "Oh yeah. Humans aren't immortal." He looked reluctant about it, but he lowered his gun.
"Immortal?" Safi asked.
Switzerland nodded. "Yes," he said. "Zere isn't much zat can kill a country. England's taken both a rocket and a shooting star to the head."
"How did that-" I started to say, but I was interrupted.
"Yup! That's right!" Zara said overenthusiastically. "No immortal countries here! Just us humans!"
"Exactly!" We turned to see a still mad Austria marching up to us. A tired-looking Germany followed him. "Humans cannot know our secret! Zey are not trustvorzy!"
"Hey!" Alex protested "We're very trustworthy!"
"Zen vhy didn't you stay outside like you vere told?" Austria countered, shifting his glasses.
"Because we can't wait for that long!"
"Zere! You just admitted to not being able to do as you are told!"
"Hey hey HEY!" a familiar voice said, and everyone turned to see America racing towards us, trailed by the other countries we knew. "Stop harpin' on my citizens Austrian dude!" he said, putting himself in a dynamic pose between us and Austria, who took a step back in indignant surprise. America looked back at us. "Fear not dudettes!" he said with a grin. "The hero's come to your rescue!"
"America!" Austria yelled. "You are on zis too?!"
"We all are," England said, gesturing to the other countries who knew us.
"Vhat vere you all zinking?!" Austria spazzed. "Humans cannot be trusted viz a secret of zis magnitude!"
"On the contrary," Japan spoke up. "Quite a few other humans know our secret."
"Like who?!"
"Our bosses."
Austria sputtered angrily, clearly taken aback. "Zey do not count!"
"Wait, bosses?" Mari asked. "You guys are countries but you have bosses?"
"Of course!" America replied. "Our leaders! Like Obama's my boss right now."
"Oooooooh," Zara said. "I get it!"
"And if our bosses can be trusted," England reasoned. "Why can't these girls?"
"Because…because…" Austria sputtered. "Zey're children!"
"Woah! Hang on! Back it up a second," Alex said. "Okay, we are not children. We're all adults in our country and that makes us full citizens of the world! We can be trusted!"
"But how do five humans suddenly know our secret?" Austria asked, turning to the other countries.
They explained what happened, and Austria had a hard time believing the falling from the sky part, but he eventually accepted the story.
"I'm not so sure about you giving zem a house," Switzerland stepped in. "What if zey're gone tomorrow? Wouldn't zat be an awful waste of money?"
"But we don't know if we're ever going back," Zara said, unusually un-peppy in her statement.
The countries looked at us, some on sympathy, some in dread, some in both.
"Ve! Don't be sad bella!" Italy said as he glomped Zara. "You can't be happy if you are sad!"
Zara smiled, even though the Italian was probably squeezing the life out of her. "Okay!" she said happily.
"Yay!" Italy exclaimed. He let go of her only to grab her hands and start dancing with Zara, who giggled and danced along. None of my friends were fazed. That's just Zara. None of the countries seemed fazed. That was probably just Italy.
"The point is," Chine said, turning back to Switzerland. "We made permanent accommodations for them because we do not know how long they'll be staying-aru."
Before anyone could respond, someone said, "I knew it!" It was the Italian guy who we'd heard while we were inside the closet. He had dark brown hair, olive skin and hazel brown eyes. He had a long wild curl on the side of his head, like Italy, but his was on his right. He wore a teal suit and a pink tie. "I knew I'd heard girls in here! I told you so!" he yelled in the face of the man behind him.
The man had somewhat curly brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He wore the sleeves of his whie dress shirt rolled up along with brown pants and a red tie. "So you did," he said, not at all fazed by the rude Italian. He must've been the Spaniard we'd heard. "Now what are all these chicas bonitas doing in here?" He looked back at us. "Oh, excuse me, senoritas. Soy Espana." He said with a deep bow.
"Spain," I said quickly to my French friends Mari, Alex and Safi.
"Don't speak Spanish!" the Italian protested. "I seriously doubt any of them speak your stupid language!"
"Hablamos espanol!" I protested. "Ella y mi," I pointed at Zara, who was still dancing with Italy. "And who are you?" I turned off the Spanish to ask the taken-aback Italian.
"Ve! That's my big brother Romano!" Italy said happily as he continued dancing.
"Romano?" Alex asked, her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Never heard of that country."
Romano's face became as red as a tomato. "Of course you have!" he fumed. "Haven't you ever heard of the nation of Italy?"
"Well yeah," Alex said. "But he's right there," she pointed at Italy, who was still dancing.
"Italy! Stop dancing already!" Germany snapped.
"Ah! Yes Germany!" Italy snapped into a salute, to which Germany sighed. "To answer your-a question, I'm the Northern half of Italy, and my big brother's the-a Southern half! My full name is Veneziano Italy!"
Once again, before anyone could say anything, yet another person came in. It was Lithuania, his arms filled with stuff, and he scrambled up to Russia.
When I saw what he was holding, I thought, Oh no,
"Mr. Russia," he said, trying to hold onto all his stuff. "I did my best to get the things you wanted. I looked up what a Mormon is and I made this disco ball," He held up a disco ball with the Mormon symbol painted on it. "Some caramel yak," He held up little chocolates stuffed with caramel that were shaped like yaks. "You can throw away these slacks when you're done with them," he held up a pair of slacks. "And here's your painting." And good gray grief he had an actual oil painting of clowns storming the beach at Normandy!
America burst out laughing. "That's totally from Black Friday Shopping Prank yo!" he yelled. "I didn't know you watched American YouTube Russian dude!"
"Do not be seelly Leeduania," Russia said. "I deed not tell you to get dese deengs."
Poor Lithuania looked so confused. "B-But, you told me to," he stammered. "Hey, your voice sounds better now, sir."
As if on cue, all the countries turned towards my friends and me.
My face went hot. "Um," I said, fiddling with my fingers. "We saw Lithuania while we were looking around, and he sensed that we were there. He thought maybe it was Russia, so I, um, I imitated Russia's voice and told him to get those things," I said quickly.
"How did you do that?!" China exclaimed.
"Well, I uh. L-like this: Leedu-" I stopped to clear my throat from its frightened squeak. "Leeduania I am needing dees and dat," I said in my Russia-imitation voice.
"Th-that's the voice I heard!" Lithuania said, pointing a shaking finger at me.
Russia walked over to me. Oh crap, I thought. Russia seemed nice enough, but something about him being at such a close range with me seriously set me off. I glanced nervously up at his face. He was smiling, so that was a good sign…right?
"Dat is very good try," Russia said, "But you need to speak more from de gut." He tapped my stomach with his hand for emphasis, to which a bit back a squeak. No, I didn't want him to know that I was afraid. I took a deep, shaky breath.
"Dobroye utro. I am Russia. I am being pleased to meet you."
The other country's eyes widened, especially Lithuania. Had I said something that Russia would find insulting? Did I go too far with the broken English? I gulped as I awaited Russia's response.
Russia's smile got a little wider. "Dat ees much better!" he said, putting a hand on my head. He pressed down with an unbelievable amount of strength for such a casual pose, and I wavered under the great pressure. "You sound more like me now. Do you do oder voices?"
I gulped. "Y-Yeah," I stuttered. My plan to not show fear wasn't working. "I do lots of accents, but not right now."
"Okay," Russia said good naturedly, taking his pressing hand off my head and giving me what was probably supposed to be a small shove towards my friends, but it came out with a lot of force and my friends had to catch me. I clung to my friends, hating how cowardly I was acting but not being able to help it, and I trying to stop shaking.
"Correction," Mari whispered so that only my friends heard. "Lees is afraid of one person: Russia."
"B-But where were you?" Lithuania asked us. As upset as he was, I sensed some pity for me and my encounter with Russia. "I didn't see you anywhere."
I looked at Zara; it had been her idea after all, and I didn't wasn't to take any more of the blame.
"I found an open air duct," Zara explained easily. "We decided to crawl through it and we found the room you were in."
"So wait, you were in the walls?" Lithuania asked, eyes wide and trembling like we were part of some sort of horror video game.
"The ceiling actually," Alex put in helpfully.
"And, we are sorry," Mari said and we added our earnest agreements. "We were just having fun; we didn't mean to cause you trouble."
"Oh," Lithuania seemed surprised. "I-It's okay; I'm used to running errands and stuff like that."
After a long, awkward pause, France said, "Well it sounds like you ladies 'ad an interesting two hours."
"Two hours?!" I exclaimed, looking at Mari.
She checked her watch. "Yep," she said. "We got here around noon and it's two o'clock now."
"Wow," Safi said quietly. "Time really flies when you're dodging people."
"Which is why we need to get back to ze meeting," Switzerland stated. "Humans or no humans, zere are still zings we need to discuss."
"I am not letting unqualified humans into our meeting!" Austria put his foot down.
"Ve! Come on Mr. Austria!" Italy pleaded, latching onto the man. "Can't the pretty ladies come with us?"
"Austria?" Safi spoke up before Austria could reply. "You're Austria?"
The spazzy country looked down at Safi. "Yes, vhat's it to you?"
Safi's eyes lit up. "Music." she said wistfully. "I love your music! Beethoven was a genius!"
Austria's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You like classical music?" he asked incredulously.
Safi nodded, smiling. "Egmont, Sonata Pathétique, and Piano Sonata are my favorites."
My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Wait," I said softly, looking towards Germany, who once again had his face in his hand. "Wasn't Beethoven Ger-"
Germany looked up at me, head still in his hand. He gave his head the slightest shake 'no'. It must've been a sore subject between the two, so I kept my mouth shut.
"… Vell," Austria said after a moment of thought. I guess it vouldn't be so bad if zey came..."
Safi beamed. "Thank you, sir." she said politely. She grabbed Zara's hand to ensure that she stayed quiet and polite.
As everybody started heading for the meeting room. I shook my head and smiled. Leave it to the shy one to save us.
Germany was about to protest, but he looked at my friends and I with a tired look, and sighed. I looked at him pitifully. We were a handful. Maybe I should apologize… Nah.
~~Nanananana~~
The countries lead us to the meeting room. It was a different room than the one we'd spent the night in. It was smaller and the table was shorter. The countries sat at the far end of the table, with Germany at the head. That made sense; he'd be good at keeping order. My friends and I sat at the other end. Because I was the last to walk in, I had to sit at the opposite end of the table. I sighed and took my place. Zara and Mari sat to my right, and Safi and Alex sat to my left.
The meeting started again, but it wasn't about anything interesting. My friends and I, having short attention spans, soon became very bored. Mari started drawing smiley faces with some paper and a pencil she'd found. Safi and Zara had found an old eraser and we were now flicking pieces of it at each other across the table. Alex was watching them intently, keeping track of how many erasers made direct hits.
At one point, I saw Mari look over at Safi and Zara. She studied what they were doing before taking a piece of eraser for herself. She took her aim and fired. The eraser bit flew over Safi's head and hit the dead center of the thermostat behind her on the wall. Safi and Alex slowly turned back to Mari, wide-eyed. Mari went back to drawing smiley faces, a self-satisfied smile on her face.
I plugged my nose to hold back a snort. Mari was the furthest, most accurate flicker I'd ever seen. It was not smart to challenge her.
Unable to take part in the eraser war myself, being perpendicular to them, I placed my palms on top of each other on the table and rested my chin on my hands. I let my eyes wander around the table, tuning out what the countries said, only focusing on their faces. Anime faces are so expressive! It must be hard to get away with a lie in an anime.
Needless to say, it was entertaining to watch. My eyes landed on Germany. He sat across the long table from me, watching the other countries debate with stern silence.
I studied his face… He was not bishie, I decided. In fact, none of them were. They didn't have the Twilight-like, girly intensity signature to the pretty-boy manga characters. No, their eyes reminded me of moe, but they were adult men, which I'd never heard of.
My eyes narrowed as I focused in on Germany, and I wondered… How would he look with a mustache? You know, a big bushy moustache, like some hipster at an art school party… Where'd that come from? I didn't know, but I began forming a picture in my mind…
"PFFT!" I couldn't stop my outburst at the image my brain had formulated. I hid my head in my arms, trying desperately to make my shoulders stop shaking from the laughter bubbling up inside. Because I knew that I'd been heard, I kept my head down until I heard the countries continue on with their meeting.
I was tapped on the shoulder. "Lees," I heard Mari whisper. "What was so funny?"
I bit my lip to keep the laughter from coming back. "Tell you later," I whispered back.
A few minutes later, my head still hidden in my arms, I heard the sound of a pencil tapping the table rhythmically. I looked up to see that the culprit was America, who was barely aware of what he was doing. That rhythm gave me an idea…
"Ugh," I groaned softly. "What, is that mysterious tapping noise?"* I asked in a deeper yet nasally voice, lifting my head a bit and talking only loud enough form my friends to hear.
They looked at me quizzically.
"Not over here," I muttered, looking to my right. "Not over there," I looked to my left. "Hm," I turned back to the middle. After a pause, I said, "… Kindof… catchy." I gave a sly smile as I looked at my friends.
They got the message and grinned with anticipation.
I took a quick look around again before starting to sing, "Snape, Snape, Severus Snape. Snape, Snape, Severus Snape."
"Dumbledore!" Safi exclaimed quietly but giddily as I continued singing.
After two more rounds, Mari started singing, "Ron, Ron, Ron WEAsley," Along with us in a higher voice.
Soon, after another round, Zara started singing "… Hermione… Hermione… Hermione, Hermione, Hermione."
"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Oo!" Alex butted in like she was supposed to. "Harry Potter! Harry Potter that's me!"
We continued doing this for one more round, then Alex and I stood up from our chairs abruptly and everyone else stopped. We argued, "Snape!" "Harry!" nine times at a speed we'd never been able to accomplish back in our world, getting angrier and angrier, then Safi popped up between us and exclaimed, "Dumbledooooooooooore!"
Zara strangely floated by behind us, saying, "Herrrrrrrrmione!"
The whole thing was started up again by Safi's "Dumbledore!" Then everybody did the same thing as before, except for Alex, who said, "I'm Harry Potter," over and over again.
We did this for two more rounds, before singing all together, "Singin' our song, all day long at Hoooooooogwaaaarts!"
"I've found the source of the tapping!" Mari exclaimed. "It's a pipe bomb!"
"Yaaaaay!" Alex and Zara said happily as Safi and I turned to each other. On an unspoken cue, we all made exploding noises and ducked under the table.
The tapping had stopped, and we heard England say in a deeper voice, "Muahahahahahaha!" Oh gosh he was in on this too! This is great! I thought happily. He started tapping his pencil on the table again and sang, "Voldemort, Voldemort, oo Volde Volde Volde Voldemort!"
"Wa dup wa wa wa! Wup." I imitated the funny noise as I popped back up. The rest of my friends popped up also and we all started laughing. America was laughing too, and England had his hand over his face in a desperate attempt to keep his laughter silent. Italy was laughing too, though I doubt he know what was going on. Romano was scowling at anyone laughing. Spain laughed at probably our sheer silliness. Lithuania looked frightened and confused at why we were laughing. China looked just plain confused. Russia was smiling happily. France didn't look like he quite got it wither, but he laughed a bit. Japan seemed confused also, but he had a small, amused smile. Switzerland didn't look happy, Austria looked even less happy, but the person who was least happy was Germany.
It occurred to me that our little happy fun time may have escalated in volume.
Germany stood up abruptly, and everyone went silent. He walked around the table and began to stalk towards us.
Some of the other countries tried to stop Germany, to reason with him into letting us off easier, but he took no notice of them and continued towards us. Towards me. I started it, I ended it, and now I was going to get it.
I stood up, jaw set, shoulders back, ready to face him. No fear.
The very angry German stopped right in front of me, glowering down at my face.
I hated how much taller he was than me. I was behind by a good seven inches at least, but that didn't stop me from forcing myself to look him in the eyes. No shame.
Germany wavered for a moment, as if surprised that I was defiantly facing him, but then he decided that he didn't care. "VHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he yelled at the top of his lungs into my face.
I squeezed my eyes shut and grit my teeth, the force of his shouting blowing my hair out of my face.
"CAN'T YOU DO ANYZING AS YOU'RE TOLD?!" Germany continued. "VE ASK YOU TO VAIT OUTSIDE FOR UND YOU FIND A VAY IN! YOU SEND SOMEONE OFF ON A VILD GOOSE CHASE UND YOU INTERUPT OUR MEETING! YOU DELAY OUR MEETING, CAUSE DISTURBANCES UND BRING IT TO A HALT! VHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!"
Once he had finished, I opened my eyes to look at his again.
He'd done it. He'd made me mad.
My brain was formulating a thousand different comebacks; starting with 'Are you finished?' and ending with many swear words in many languages, including Elizabethan English.
"Adaliz," I heard my friends say behind me, but I thrust my palm backwards to silence them. I could handle him.
I took a deep breath, No retreat, shut my eyes and screamed.
"DON'T YELL AT ME!"
The room was silent, but I didn't dare to open my eyes yet.
"THERE WAS NO WAY WE WERE GOING TO WAIT OUTSIDE FOR THAT LONG!" I continued. "WE ALREADY APPOLOGIZED TO LITHUANIA AND WE DIDN'T MEAN TO INTERUPT YOUR MEETING! WE DIDN'T TRY TO DELAY ANYTHING, I DIDN'T MEAN TO LAUGH OUT LOUD AND WE STARTED SINGING BECAUSE WE WERE BORED! AND ABOVE ALL, I'M SORRY!"
I opened my eyes and met Germany's, daring him to shout again.
Germany's anger had left his face to be replaced by complete and utter shock. "… Did…you just say you're sorry?" he asked incredulously after a long pause.
I gave a nod. "Yes." I said simply. "I said I'm sorry."
Another long silence ensued, in which I kept myself neatly calm and composed.
Germany stared at me as if he still didn't believe that he'd heard me right. "… I…except your apology." He said, not at all sure of what he was saying.
I gave another nod. "Thank you." I said, then I turned on my heel to face my friends, who all looked shocked but were also suppressing smiles. "I suggest that we go outside and wait for the countries to finish their meeting." I said simply.
After yet another pause, my friends nodded and we proceeded to exit the meeting room in complete silence. We went down the halls and out the main entrance of the building. We filed outside and I shut the door behind us.
The silence broke. We all fell into a laughing heap in the grass.
"Did you see his face?!"
"I know! He was all like, 'OMIGOSH I GOT TOLD OFF BY A GIRL!'"
"It was so great! And the apology just made it that much better!"
"He was sooooo surprised! I doubt he'll ever yell at you!"
"He'd better not!" I laughed. "Or I'll just do it again!"
This made us fall into a laughing fit again. I'd gone from being super mad to laughing my butt off. Cool.
~~BATMAN!~~
"Red rover red rover let Zara come over!" Alex and I chanted in unison. That's right. We were playing Red Rover like a bunch of elementary kids. But honestly, who cares?
Zara ran, yelling hysterically at Alex and I. She didn't break our arms apart, but she pushed us with enough force to make us fall down on top of her. We laughed in our tangled up heap and Safi and Mari laughed as they came over to untangle us.
Just then, the countries came out. They were all very quiet, like they were still in shock. The countries we'd only met today, Romano, Spain, Lithuania, Switzerland, and Austria all left without a word, leaving us with the first eight countries. They stared at us and we stared at them. Germany watched me with an unreadable expression.
I smiled and got to my feet. This couldn't get any more awkward than it already was, so I decided to do what I could to end it. I walked right up to Germany. We stared at each other for a few second, then I said, "Hey," and held out my hand. "No hard feelings?"
Germany stared at my hand, as did the other countries. What would he do? Would he start yelling at me again? Would he reject my peace offering? Then he took it. "Nein." He said, giving my hand a firm shake. "I must admit," he continued. "I've never quite had an encounter like zat before." In his eyes I saw a newfound respect for me, as if he'd silently said, 'Well played.'
I smiled.
*THIS IS FUNNY EVEN IF YOU'RE NOT A HARRY POTTER FAN…LIKE ME!
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