Hart: HERE WE GO AGAIN! XD
Raindrop: We own nothing.
MICKY'S POV
So Rayne freaked out BIG TIME when she finally figured out that we were states.
~~~~~~~~~~~FLASBACK BROUGHT BY TEXASSSSS AKA ME ^-^~~~~~~~~~~
Alfred had been looking at us all, in a highly uncomfortable manner. He was examining us… trying to decide something. He turned to Rayne and stared at her. She blushed, obviously uncomfortable.
"What the hell are you looking at!" she snapped. Alfred gasped and said.
"Man! And I thought Hawaii was a peaceful state!"
Rayne glared at him and pulled out her hand gun. She had just turned off the safety when Nina ran to her.
"Calm the fuck down, before I sick Tony on you!" Nina glared at her twin sister. That made Rayne pause, and Alfred took the chance to cower behind me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AND THAT BRINGS US TO PRESENT TIME~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rayne was considering weather or not she wanted to deal with Tony. Alfred piped up from behind me saying,
"Please don't kill me! I didn't mean to offend you!" while cringing.
"Rayne sug you need to calm down. Go to your happy place the one with the sea turtles and dolphins... you know?" I told my foster sister, after taking the time to laugh at Alfred's silliness.
I saw her visibly relax while her twin shot me a grate full look.
"Good job sug," I smiled, "and Alfred can you please get out from behind me I do believe that Russia is standing above you muttering death threats."
I was right. Alfred went from behind me to in Mattie's (Canada's) arms in 2.5 seconds. The Canadian promptly dropped his brother and went to stand by Rayne putting an arm around her waist. She flushed a bit, and I raised an eyebrow at that, shooting a questioning glance towards Nina, who just shrugged. I felt something poke my back and looked up at my tall Russian lover. I turned and hugged his waist.
"You know I only want you right? My tall glass of vodka, "he smiled charmingly at me. Nina caught my gaze and motioned frantically to my left. I herd a clicking noise and saw Lilli pointing one of her machine guns at Ivan. If that didn't get the others attention then what I did next certainly did. Before my sister could blink I had my shotgun in her face, pointed directly between her eyes.
"You touch a single hair on that blonde head and I will shoot you." I growled. You see my sister and I have a very odd relationship. We constantly fight and get on each-other's nerves but we love each other to bits. She knows that when I threaten to shoot her I'm dead serious.
"I love him. I honest to God love him with all my heart." I looked Lilli in the eyes. She must've seen truth in my eyes, because her machine gun was soon gone. Then, my shotgun too made its dramatic exit into thin air. After we all had time to calm down, Yao (China) was the one who got us all on track again.
"We should resume our meeting in the conference room, yes, aru?" he smiled kindly towards Rayne and the now, translucent Matthew. She smiled, and then I remembered… we were back in time… she wasn't yet a state. She was still under an Asian influence. So… at this moment in time, Yao, Kiku, I'm Yong (Korea), Nirand (Thailand *unofficial), Kaoru (Hong Kong *unofficial), Mei Mei (Taiwan *unofficial), and Kim-Ly (Vietnam *unofficial) were like her older siblings. Alfred seemed to think the same thing, and didn't like it. So as the Asian countries gathered around her (and Matthew who was still quite hard to see), he scooped her up in one arm and hauled her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"No! Let go of me! I don't wanna be a state! Yao! Kiku! Help me! Help me onii-chans!" Rayne was kicking and screaming. Yao and Kiku both flushed from the term of endearment. I vaguely recalled "onii-chan" meaning "big brother", and I watched helplessly as she was stamped with an American flag and the words "Property of USA on her forehead.
"Too late!" Alfred grinned. Rayne's bottom lip quivered, and tears welled up in her caramel eyes. She ran out of the room, and I, along with my two sisters, forced myself to look away as she did so. Alfred's smile dropped, and he looked around to see all the Asian nations looking at the ground. I sighed. We all, and I mean ALL made our way to the conference room, and Alfred sank into his chair, and a few rare tears slipped out. I looked away and turned my attention back to Ivan.
"My darling, how are you?" he questioned, seeing the hurt in my eyes. I had a deep friendship with Rayne. And seeing my foster sister in pain, well, it hurt me too.
"I'm fine… Rayne, I don't know about, but I'm ok," I sighed.
"I'm going to go. Before she does something stupid," Nina sighed, and I looked at her in worry.
"I'll stop her. And if I can't then, he can," she declared, tugging air, which I assumed was Mattie, along.
"Does she realize that she was dragging air? Kesesesesesese," Gilbert laughed. I rolled my eyes and pecked Ivan on the cheek, as the nations had all sat down. And my eyes widened in extreme amusement as most of the nations brought out a cigarette, pipe, hookah, or blunt and lit up. Oooh, Rayne was in for a surprise when she got back. She absolutely loathed smoking…
RAYNE'S POV (Raindrop here, and I got permission to elongate the chappie. Hope you guys don't mind the POV swap)
I was in the bathroom, frowning, trying not only to get the ink off my forehead, but also to fix my makeup. I can't believe I had let tears fall in public. I growled, and drug my nails down my arms.
"Blunt, but effective," I scoffed as red scratch lines appeared on my skin. My twin walked in, dragging in Mattie with her. She sighed, seeing the state I was in, and his eyes widened as he saw the marks I had given myself.
"Rayne, why?" he whispered.
"Because it felt good," I looked his reflection in the eyes. He shook his head and smiled a bit. No, smirked. I blushed, and looked down. I heard Nina rummaging through a little bag, and I also heard Mattie's steps grow closer. He turned me to face him, and tilted my face upwards, to look at him. His indigo eyes were filled with worry. I couldn't speak.
"Pain doesn't feel good. It hurts, for a reason. If it were good, it wouldn't hurt. It would feel nice," he said, and butterflies started gushing in my stomach, "it would feel something like this." Then, he leaned in, and sealed my lips with his. Wherever this confidence had come from, I liked it. My eyes fluttered shut, and my arms curled around his neck, and his hands moved down my torso, and he picked me up, and spun me around. When he stopped, and we broke apart, I rested my forehead on his, and we stayed in that stupid, cheesy "Notebook" pose for a few seconds, before Nina cleared her throat. Mattie put me down, and I remembered where we were.
"EEEEK! Get out! Get out! GET OUT!" I shrieked as I gently forced the quiet Canadian out of the women's restroom. He flushed, realizing where he was as well. I heard his steps walk toward the conference room, and I turned to my twin. She grinned, holding up some things that I desperately needed: makeup remover, my makeup bag, a pair of shorts for under my hula skirt, and the miracle that is the strapless bra. I sighed in relief.
"I've got you covered," she smirked.
"Indeed you do," I grinned, "thanks."
"So, Hawaii and Canada… who'd have thought?" she teased as I stepped into a stall to put on the much needed undergarment, and pair of shorts.
"Shut up!" I flushed darkly.
"You do realize that you're kind of dating our uncle then, right?" she giggled, reminding me that Matthew and Alfred were brothers. I grimaced, taking some of the makeup remover from her. I started working on getting the horrendous stamp off my forehead before I replied.
"Well, Alfie, I mean… Dad was raised by Arthur, and now they're in a relationship… or so we assume, therefore, weirder shit has happened in this universe. Plus, we aren't dating… it was just a couple of kisses," I muttered, removing all the ink from my face, and then, taking off the rest of my makeup as well. Nina nodded in agreement. After drying my face, I redid my makeup, K-Pop style, and we went back to the conference room. As Nina and I opened the door, we were enveloped in a cloud of smoke. I coughed hard, my asthma acting up. I waved the dreadful substance from my face, and through my hazy vision I saw nearly all the nations with a cigarette, pipe or blunt in their mouth. My eye twitched, and a vein poked into view on my forehead. I pressed my tongue against my cheek and lined up the Allied powers, plus Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, shoulder to shoulder. I stood on one end of the line, took out my gun, nine mill glock, in case you'd forgotten, and shot each death stick of tobacco out of their mouths with one bullet, getting a look of immense fear from most of the Allies. After I'd done so, everyone else in the room dropped their cigarette and stomped it out, and Jose (Cuba *unofficial) blew out his blunt, amazingly enough. My sisters gave me amused looks.
"Ma cherie, (1) I am quite pleased that you have such, impeccable aim," Francis smiled at me flirtatiously. I scowled at him.
"You better be, or I'd have taken off your kissers instead of those death sticks," I growled, and his smolder faltered. Matthew strode towards us, obviously at least slightly high from the blunt between his fingers, and started shouting at Francis in clear French.
"Qui etes-vou appelle "ma cherie"? Elle n'est certainement pas votre "chouchou"! Elle est mon cheri, fils de pute. Pas le votre, pas d'Alfred, pas quelqu'un d'autre. Elle est a moi, je vous dis! Elle est mon amour. Et personne ne peut la toucher. Pas sur ma impertinente hawaienne, Maple. Et vous les batards, mieux garder bos distances avant d'aller tout "joueur de hockey" sur vos anes, bous entendez? Maintenant, si voulez bien m'excuser, (2)" with his rant done, none of which I understood mind you, which reminds me, I should learn French…, but anywhore,(3) with his rant done, the blunt was placed between his lips, and I was hoisted over a shoulder for the second time that day. Feeling a bit mischievous all of a sudden, I waved goodbye to the nations and my sisters.
"Aloha ohana! (4)" I called to them, and they chuckled, waving back to me, and then, I sent a wink towards Alfred, "Wish me luck, Daddy." And then, Matthew and I were gone.
Raindrop: This is where I was going to end it… but I decided to continue on a wee bit longer. I hope Hart doesn't get upset…
Suddenly the two of us were at his house, and I was being set down on a plushy couch. I looked around his living room as he took a hit off the drug between his lips. His home was simple. A log cabin, rustic sort of home. I assumed we were in hill country if not mountains. He exhaled his smoke in my face, causing me to cough slightly.
"Asthma, Mattie," I choked. He nodded, looking slightly concerned. He put out his blunt, and sat beside me. Right beside me. He was practically in my lap. That being said, he proceeded to place me into his lap. He was cradling me as if I was the most fragile thing in the world.
"Much better," he purred, holding me close.
"Are you alright, Matt?" I questioned. He nodded, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. His breath on my skin gave me goose-bumps.
"I'm just a bit buzzed. I still know which lines not to cross," he whispered in my ear, before promptly nibbling on it. 'Knew which lines not to cross' my ass… but, that did feel good… Matthew continued his explorations with his lips, moving to my neck, and making me go cross eyed in the process. Soon, a little white ball of fluff padded into the room.
"Who're you?" the little bear asked me.
"I'm Rayne, Mr. Kumajirou. I represent Hawaii," I grinned at the adorable polar bear.
"Who is that?" the bear motioned with his paw to Matthew.
"I'm Canada! Your owner. Matthew Williams," Mattie whined, removing his mouth from its conquest of my throat. The little bear tilted his head and walked towards the kitchen. I sighed.
"Mattie, have you fed Kuma today?" I turned to the shy Canadian, who was seeming to come down from his high, or at least starting to. He nodded, but proceeded to stand up, forcing me to as well. I followed him into the kitchen, where he not only grabbed a fish from a jar for Kumajirou, but also started rummaging through the cabinets. He laughed in success when he found the maple syrup, and I chuckled. He turned, hearing my laugh. He sent me a curious glance.
"Pancakes?" I giggled. And he just shook his head, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
"There's more than one use for syrup, my feisty maple leaf," Matthew smirked, giving me a leer over the tops of his glasses that would've made Berwald or Heracles blush as he lead me up a set of stairs. Let's just say, I was in a sticky situation.
So, here's a key:
1. Ma cherie - my darling (French)
2. Qui etes-vou appelle "ma cherie"? Elle n'est certainement pas votre "chouchou"! Elle est mon cheri, fils de pute. Pas le votre, pas d'Alfred, pas quelqu'un d'autre. Elle est a moi, je vous dis! Elle est mon amour. Et personne ne peut la toucher. Pas sur ma impertinente hawaienne, Maple. Et vous les batards, mieux garder bos distances avant d'aller tout "joueur de hockey" sur vos anes, bous entendez? Maintenant, si voulez bien m'excuser - Who are you calling "my darling"? She is most certainly not your "darling"! She is my darling, you son of a bitch. Not yours, not Alfred's, not anyone else's. She's mine, I tell you! She is my love. And no one else can touch her. Not on my watch! I love her. And all other nationalities will respect that. She's my sassy little Hawaiian, Maple. And all you bastards, better keep your distance, before I go all "hockey player" on your asses, you hear? Now, if you'll excuse me. (French)
3. I (Raindrop) made up this word, and use it frequently. It's mine. Instead of "any who" it's "anywhore" got it?
4. Aloha ohana - goodbye family (Hawaiian)
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