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RAYNE POV
The talent show from last night had been quite entertaining. I yawned and worked up the nerve to wake up. I opened my eyes. I was alone, in my room at Alfred's house. He had a hallway with all fifty states labeled on the doors. The rooms were about as big as a college dorm room, but we couldn't stay in each other's rooms, because of the stupid time zones. Only states in the same time zone could be roommates. Otherwise known as my sisters and I all had rooms to ourselves. I'd never had a room to myself before… and it was unnervingly quiet. On the plus side, each time zone also had a separate bathroom. Also known as: I HAD MY OWN FREAKING BATHROOM!.
I stretched, slid some monster foot slippers on and made my way to the kitchen, where my sisters, makeshift father, and all the other nations already were. The rest of the house was in New York time which I didn't understand at all.
"Good morning Rayne!" people chorused, and I flinched, giving a small glare.
"Toomutherfuccingearlyy," I groaned/muttered.
"Huh?" most of the nations chorused.
"They don't speak "Rayne" yet," Micky chucked. Fucking morning person. I glared at her, and made my way to the fridge.
"I said "Too mother fucking early", because you're all too chipper," I growled, still sleepy. It was probably already around ten o clock, but I was still tired. I made myself some cereal, and had a glass of OJ before I was awake enough to talk, and be civil at the same time. I'd had a bad night, and my siblings could tell.
"So, how did everyone sleep in their time zones?" Alfred laughed, like my new body clock being three hours behindLilli's, four hours behindmy twin sister's, and five hours behindMicky's and six hours behind Mattie's was fun. My eye twitched, and I scowled.
"Nothing changed," Micky smirked.
"Not too bad," Nina smiled kindly.
"Great actually," Lilli sounded surprised.
"God awful," I growled, scowl deepening, "I'm fucking jet lagged." All the nations held back giggles.
"You're cute when you're angry Rayne haha!" Feliciano giggled.
"I must be freaking adorable right now then! I don't even know what time it is right now, all I know is that in my room "Hawaii" it is six hours behind where it is in the goddamn kitchen!" I wailed, jet lag getting to me. Tears welled in my eyes and I banged my head on the table.
"Rayne! Stop it, you don't need brain damage!" my twin shouted at me. I stopped hitting my head.
"Sorry… I'm just sleepy…" I sighed. Alfred laughed.
"I wish I could change the time zones for y'all," he smiled kindly, and I sighed again.
"I just have to go to sleep earlier, so that I get used to waking up," I stated.
"No, it's ok, did you have a nightmare too?" Lilli said, seeing right through me. I opened my mouth to deny the accusation, but I knew it'd be useless. I nodded.
"Thenightmare," I confirmed. Nina looked down, and Lilli and Micky both closed their eyes. Everyone else looked at us oddly, possibly wondering what this nightmare was about.
"Well, I'm gonna go get dressed girlies," Lilli announced before disappearing down the demon hallway of time zones.
"The water heater is built for like, twelve or so bathrooms, so you can all do that if you want to," Alfred scratched his head awkwardly, but Micky, Nina and I also walked down the devil hall, as it will now be known. I stepped into my bathroom, and noticed that it had a full soaking tub. I grinned. Screw showers, I was gonna take a goddamn bubble bath!
NINA POV
I started getting my things ready for my shower, and decided I wanted to look a little girly today, so I settled with a pretty blue flowery top that matched the streak in my hair and a simple flowy skirt.
-time skip brought to you by New Mexico-
Once I had scrubbed up, and smelled all flowery and clean, I got all dressed up, and went back into the kitchen, noticing that if I walked too fast, I got a little bit of a headache… must be the time zones… No wonder Rayne was so cranky earlier. I sat down by Antonio in the HUGE living room, I mean it had to be giant, because all the nations were sitting comfortably.
"Hola, chica. Como estás?" the green eyed Spaniard smiled charmingly.
"Hola. Estoy muy bien, y tu?" I replied in Spanish with ease.
"Habla español?" Antonio was excited.
"Sí. Yo y mi gemelo tanto ablo español," I responded.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but some of us CAN'T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE WORD YOU'RE SAYING!" Arthur shouted. Antonio rolled his eyes.
"Grosero idioto," Toni muttered.
Soon, we were joined by Lilli, who was looking more like herself, in torn dark jeans and a black corset, and Micky who still looked like a stereotypical Texas girl, but she always looked like that, so it wasn't too bad.
"Where's Rayne?" I asked.
"I think she's in the bath. She was elated at the sight of a soaking tub in her bathroom," Micky answered and I sighed, walking back towards her time zone. I knocked loudly.
"Who is it?" I heard her voice, muffled by the door.
"Your twin sister!" I called back.
"Come in! It's open," she called. I rolled my eyes and went into the bathroom, taking note that her personality had already taken it over. The whole room looked like it was down underwater.
"People are waiting for you," I told her, sitting on the counter.
"They can wait," she responded, leaning her head back.
"Matthew is waiting for you," I changed tactics. It caught her attention, she looked up at me.
"Ok," she sighed, "I'll hurry." I smiled. Job complete. I thanked my sister and then went back into the living area, and got a head rush from going from "Hawaii" to "New York". Soon enough my twin was out joining us, back to her skater punk self. Everyone seemed kind of shocked at her "transformation" when she and Micky had first been teleported, she'd had a lazy day, and didn't do her makeup as extreme.
"What?" she sneered, sitting in Matthew's lap, who seemed flustered as well.
"You look different," Prussia offered. She leered at him, her caramel eyes looking frightening due to the dark eyeliner and mascara around them.
"So what?" she challenged through purple lips. She did wear a lot of makeup, but not in a way that looked trashy, just intimidating, much like Lilli, but Lilli wore darker colors, where as Rayne wore more vibrant colors by outfit.
"You look like a punk, amoureux," Francis smiled at her.
"I am a punk, Francis," she told him.
"Ne pas appeler son "amoureux", elle est mon amie, Papa," Matthew hissed with a vigor I didn't know was possible for him.
"I see, I'm sorry," Francis was sincere.
"Let's make things clear for the Frenchman, girls," Micky smiled mischievously. Lilli mirrored her smirk as I just smiled and Rayne cocked an eyebrow.
"How should we do that dearest sister?" Lilli's smile took on an almost feral nature.
"Two, four, six, eight! Who do the four of us date?" Micky cheered.
"Vash!" Lilli called out, wrapping an arm around said Swiss.
"Matthew!" Rayne cheered, snuggling into the Canadian.
"Toni!" I smiled, grasping Antonio's hand.
"And Ivan!" Micky glomped the tall Russian.
"Ooops, looks like we're all taken," Rayne smirked. I laughed at my sisters' antics, they were crazy, but in the best way.
"So, how did you girrs get here?" Japan asked.
"Well, I'm assuming that Rayne and I were brought here by accident," Micky started, "From what we gathered, Arthur was trying to curse Alfred. And I guess this is the curse. Fifty States to look after."
"Crap!" Alfred was irritated.
"Sorry, mate," Arthur tried to smile as though he was innocent.
"So, are you guys going to call me "dad"?" Alfred asked me and my sisters.
"Well?" I looked at Rayne.
"Let's bribe him into it," She looked back. I grinned and nodded subtly. Lilli and Micky didn't understand entirely, but they did grasp that we were going to mess with him.
"Well, we might call you "dad"," Micky started.
"If," Lilli smirked.
"You admit that Arthur is our mom," my twin and I were in sync, sending shudders down peoples' spines.
"Beg pardon!?" the Brit spewed out Earl Grey into the room.
"Oh, oh! China's my mom!" Kaoru (Hong Kong *unofficial) called out.
"Aru!" Yao protested.
"Yes, we realize that our mom is your dad," Rayne chuckled. I laughed a little too.
"So… what's the agreement again?" Alfred was easily distracted. I giggled.
"We'll call you "dad" if you admit that Arthur is our mom," I answered.
"Oh! Yeah, I'm his hero," he boasted. All of us laughed, and Arthur went "tsundere".
"You are not! And even if you were, it wouldn't matter," the Brit scoffed.
"Oh, come on, mom!" Lilli and Micky begged/teased.
"Fine," the Englishman caved, "The American git and I are… seeing each other." Alfred pouted at Arthur's answer.
"You're not happy to be my boyfriend?" Alfred was genuinely hurt. It hat taken him a long time to come to terms with his feelings, because homosexuality was so much more frowned upon in America than it was in the UK.
"I, no, I mean, I…" the Brit stuttered before running out the door, a concerned, and confused American following him hot on his tail.
"That was, how you say awkward, da?" Ivan asked. Everyone in the room nodded.
"Hai, it was" Japan confirmed.
"Well…" Lilli trailed off.
"Guys!" Micky exclaimed quickly.
"Yeah?" Rayne looked at her weirdly.
"There's a comicon at my place. In two days!" Micky exclaimed. The four of us squealed and ran off, probably leaving a room full of confused nations.
We went to Micky's room, heads rushing from running through the time zones.
"Ok, so the three of us are obviously going to be the BTT, what about you, Lil?" Micky grinned.
"Oh, I can be fem!England!" she was excited.
"Let's get into character," Rayne smirked, "Got the hair color Lilli?" Lilli nodded. We went to Micky's bathroom, and Lilli started applying bleach to Rayne and Micky's entire heads, and also my blue streak. We then noticed that our hair was changing to the anime.
"Rayne, is your curl the exact same thing as Mattie's?" I asked her. She nodded, blushing darkly.
"You all have them too," she scowled, and we looked at ourselves realizing that it was true. Mine looked like one of the Italies' curls, Micky's was practically Alfred's Nantucket cowlick, and Lilli's was like Heracles'. We all sat and talked, and plotted our couple planning while Micky and Rayne's hair processed. When the first round of bleach came off, Rayne was now honey blonde, and Micky's hair was almost Platinum. All it would take would be some extensions and a little process with Manic Panic's "White Snow" to make her hair like fem!Prussia's.
"All you need is some "White Snow" and a couple inches of extensions, and you should be good," my twin voiced the thought that was going through my head. We laughed, knowing what had happened. For some reason, the "twin-lepathy" crap that people assumed was bull, actually worked between us. It used to be weird, but now we were used to it.
-skip from Hawaii-
We had been away from the nations for some time now, sewing and putting together our costumes, that we somehow took fabric from Elizabeta for.
"I think, we're done…" Lilli sighed, exhausted from coloring our hair, and her own. (Thank the lord that the girl had just graduated from cosmetology college)
"Same," Micky smiled… It was around four in the morning here in Micky's room, and she was tired, so she went to bed. Even though we had been in her room, we couldn't fall asleep here, so the rest of us dragged ourselves to our own rooms and went to bed.
We woke up at four hours later, so that we could get into costume. We went to Micky's room and set off on each of our tasks. First Lilli started with pulling her hair into pigtails, before adding some detachable ponytail inserts that matched her newly blonde hair, and then she worked on our hair. Soon enough Micky had extensions that made her, now platinum blonde, hair look as though it was down to her thighs, My hair was all the same rich chocolaty brown, and pulled into a graceful messy updo, and Rayne's hair was a pretty honey blonde, and in a messy French bun.
"Well, our hair is done, time for the costumes," Lilli stated. She pulled her blue dress over her form, and I helped her tie her custom apron around her dress. She pulled on her striped stockings, and slid on her Mary-Jane heels before sliding a pair of glasses on her eyes, that she'd done natural, with some black eyeliner and a load of mascara. The final touch was her little nurse cap on her head, and the "X"s made by the bobby pins in her bangs.
"Alice Kirkland, at your service," she mimicked the Brit's accent perfectly. Being a part of an anime definitely made us have a knack for languages and dialects. After she was done, she helped Micky, who was in thigh high white boots, a black mini skirt, and a blue blazer, puff up the ruffles on the front of her shirt. Micky then took the time to put in some red contacts to change the color of her eyes. And a replica of the cross
"I am the AMAZING Julchen Beilschmidt! Kesesesesese," she even nailed the laugh… whoa.
"Nina! Why aren't you dressed, mon cher jumeau?" Rayne, who was now wearing lavender contacts, a golden small crown, a blue blazer, with a black tie and a crème skirt with black heeled boots asked me in French.
"Lo siento hermana," I replied, pulling on my flared red pencil skirt, red blazer and black heels before putting a rose in my hair.
"A final touch, Ohonhonhonhonhon," my sister nailed her laugh as well. She gave me a turtle necklace and hooked it around my throat.
"Thank you Francine," I smiled.
"Anything for my dear Antonia," she chuckled.
"Fusososososo," I laughed Spain's laugh almost identically. We looked at each other, and Francine noticed problems with Alice and Julchen's outfits as she pulled on her violet cloak.
"Where's Flying Pink Bunny and Julbird?" she asked, referencing the female flying bunny of Alice's and the little yellow bird with a white bow of Julchen's. They held out the real Flying Mint Bunny, (Spray dyed pink) and one of the Gilbirds with a bow.
"Much better ladies," she said, slipping into a French accent. We went out into the living room and stood behind the original BTT and England, putting fingers to our lips signaling the others to be quiet. Then, the four turned around, coming face to face with us. We mirrored their facial expressions.
"My word!" Arthur and Alice cried at the same time, placing a hand over his heart, and a reflection of that.
"Kesesesesese! I like this version of me better," Gilbert and Julchen smiled, crossing their arms over their chests.
"I'm beautiful no? Just look at myself!" Francis and Francine exclaimed, touching their facial features.
"Is this some sort of crazy mirror, amigos?" Antonio and I said, staring at each other in awe. After about ten minutes of mirroring the actions of our male counterparts, Ivan, Vash, Matthew and Lovino got tired of our antics. Vash walked up to Alice and yanked off one of her ponytail inserts.
"Really?" he deadpanned.
"Give me my hair back git of a boyfriend!" Alice shouted, refusing to break character. Next Ivan walked up to Julchen, and glared at her for a little bit.
"What? You're not going to get the AMAZING JULCHEN BEILSCHMIDT to surrender!" Julchen shouted.
"Rayne, really?" Matthew sighed, walking up to Francine.
"Does mon petit pas profeter de son Papa feminin?" she looked Matthew in his matching purple eyes. Both Matthew and Francis were surprised at her fluency.
"Vous parlez francais, ma cherie?" Matthew asked her. I'd done well enough in school to know that that meant "You speak French?" She chuckled.
"Je parle couramment. I learned in school," she replied, with a small smile.
"Oh hell no! One Antonio is enough!" Lovino shouted, "Pomopodoro bastardo! C'e solo spazio sufficient per uno! Stupidheads, I'm getting out of here!" he then muttered, stomping out the door. Antonio and I looked at each other, then dropped to our knees, dramatically shouting at the same time:
"LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" we even managed fake sobbing before we stood back up and shared a kiss.
"I knew I'd be a good kisser," Toni winked. Arthur seemed to notice that Flying Mint Bunny… was pink.
"Flying Mint Bunny! Why are you pink?" he cried. All the other nations looked around in shock, noticing the flying rodent.
"It's real!?" the countries shouted. And then, Francine's watch went off.
"That's our cue!" the four of us shouted, before huddling around Micky and poofing to the comic convention.
-time skip brought to you by Washington-
RAYNE POV (YES, AGAIN)
We were laughing as we popped back "home" from the convention, we'd gotten so many compliments on our costumes.
"Ok, ladies, I do believe there is quite a lot of explaining to do," Arthur announced upon our return. Now only the "main" nations were sitting in our living room. Feliciano, Lovino (who had returned), Francis, Vash, Gilbert, Ludwig, Antonio, Arthur, Matthew, Alfred, Elizabeta, Ivan, Katyusha, Natalya, Yao, Kiku, Heracles, Bella, Lily, Mathias, Lukas, Berwald, Tino, Emil and Kaoru were all sitting there.
"Fuck" I growled.
"You two," Ludwig motioned to me and Nina, "You're identical twins, yes?"
"No shit?" I looked at my blood sister. We chuckled or, keeping in character she "fusosososososo"ed and I "ohonhonhonhonhonhon"ed.
"Si,"
"Oui," we answered in sync.
"Cut that out!" Lovino growled. I hissed at him, and everyone paused.
"Continue!" I ordered, not liking the looks I was getting.
"If the two of you are twins, and obviously Hispanic, how are these two your siblings?" Tino asked, genuinely curious. Lilli glared the wall, not liking that they were questioning our "family". Micky didn't like it either.
"They just are, ok!?" she snapped, then looked away as he got a hurt look, "I'm sorry, Tino. I just… this is a hard topic for them. Lilli and I don't even know the whole story."
She had broken character.
"You really want to know?" I growled. Many of the nations nodded.
"Then we'll tell you, from both sides," Nina hissed, her mood suddenly turning bitter. I completely understood. They were asking about our family. Not our real family, but our birth family. The one that we gave up, at the tender age of seven.
"You asked," I started.
"So, we'll tell," Nina continued, keeping the blunt tone.
"But you'd all better shut up," I growled.
"Not interrupt, and-" Nina was calm.
"Goddamn" I interrupted.
"Listen," we said together, before Nina started our tale.
"We're eighteen, identical twins, which means we used to be the same person, and sometimes, we are. We really can use telepathy or "twin-lepathy" whatever you wanna call it, we can do it. Just like how Lilli and Micky dabble in magick, we have our own talents," my sister grinned in a feline fashion, and I mirrored it.
"I see dead people. No joke," I laughed wickedly.
"And I see auras," my twin's smile turned softer, "and all four of us can see the red strings of fate between people." Kiku, Yao, and Kaoru gasped, instantly curious. We glared toward the Asian trio.
"We have older siblings, three actually. All brothers: Lucien, Aiden, and Killian. The boys were triplets, and our parents' pride and joy. The three of them were sports stars. Lucien dominated in soccer, Aiden was a beast at basketball, and Killian… he was the baseball star. They're eleven years older than us. Our father, he never wanted girls, and honestly, our mother didn't either. When the doctor said that she was pregnant with a girl, she tried to get an abortion. But, something happened, the embryo was special, instead of dying, it split into two babies. Our mother gave birth to identical twins eight months later," Nina started.
"She and our father couldn't have cared less about us, because "Rayne" and "Nina" aren't our names. Not even close. I'm "Rayan" and this is my twin "Nida". Nice to meet you, isn't it?' I growled.
" They pushed us harder than they pushed the boys, and the boys knew it. We not only had to be "Daddy's little angels" but we also had to be two more of "Mommy's sport superstars". We had to get good grades, and we trained. We trained so hard. Too hard… I was Mommy's track star, and Rayne or, "Rayan" was Mommy's hockey kid. Things seemed fine, until our dad got laid off when we were five and the boys were sixteen. The boys mowed lawns, and worked odd filler jobs, and Rayne and I worked in gardens and sold lemonade for money. Mom got two jobs, and Dad just couldn't-" Nina was saying.
"Wouldn't," I hissed, and Nina nodded.
"Get hired," she continued, "Then, he started drinking. He used to yell at us, and scream horrible things at Mom, and hit her… and us, and the boys would get mad, and it would be the three of them versus our father." Tears welled up in both of our eyes, and I knew she couldn't continue. I clutched her hand tightly in mine, and ignored the looks of sheer horror that Lilli and Micky were giving us.
"This went on for years. Two years of this hell, just because "Nida" and "Rayan" couldn't meet our bastard father's standards. We were girls, how could we meet his standards without having a sex change? We were quiet, because we had to get good grades, but in first grade, we met Micky. She came up to us, introduced herself, and we got talking. She couldn't pronounce our names right, and we didn't go by our birth names in school either, so we were now "Nina" and "Rayne" as far as anyone else would care. It was that same day that we had walked into the door of our home, to the sound of a gunshot. We both screamed, praying to God that our mother was alright, and ran up to our parents' room. When we got there, the image of the three eighteen year old triplets over our father was burned into our minds. Lucien and Aiden were holding our father down, and Killian had the gun, still smoking, pointed at his head. Personally, I didn't know whether to run away crying, or embrace them with joy. Our mother then walked in from the bathroom, let out a strangled sob, then scolded the boys, saying that now the three of them would have to provide for the two of us. Within the hour, she confessed to the police that she had killed her abusive husband in self defense. She pled guilty at the trial, and died of lung cancer her first seven months of her fifteen year sentence," I continued.
"It was just at our eighth birthday, the boys got mixed up in the wrong crowd. But our police back home, were on the down low, so, as our brothers sold cigarettes, liquor and drugs illegally for money, we stayed more and more at Micky and Lilli's aunt's house with the two of them. We were nine when their aunt died, and it was devastating. Being able to see auras I watched in horror as not only the bright colors around my brothers faded to black, but also Lilli's yellow aura turn jet black overnight. They hated the world, they hated everything while their auras were black. But they changed, and fluctuated. Due to Killian, Aiden and Lucien's bad habits, a year later we were evicted from our house. The five of us packed up at least two weeks worth of clothing, a pillow, hygiene items, and one or two of our favorite things. I had my favorite Shadow the hedgehog plush and my pocketknife, and Rayne grabbed her baby blanket and her stun gun, and the boys told us the worst news ever. They were joining the military. All three of them, Aiden went into the Marines, Killian went into the Navy, and Lucien got accepted into the Airforce Academy. They walked us to Lilli and Micky's, each of them made sure to write down the address, and they kissed our foreheads, and we haven't seen them since. They were twenty one then, and it's been eight years. The letters had become more and more infrequent, Oh God! Rayne!" Nina continued, choking towards the end, realizing that there was no way we could get their mail. I nearly passed out.
"Letters… We'll find a way! I promise…" I trailed off.
"Anyway, at fifteen, the three of us, Micky, Nina and I, we had to get jobs, Lilli had just turned eighteen, and she was going to cosmetology college, and also forensic sciences at the local university, so she had to quit one of her jobs. I didn't do too well with getting a job thing… I actually sucked at it, so while Nina and Micky were being waitresses, I on the other hand was an underground street fighter, and I when I won, I got about two hundred dollars per match, and when I lost I'd get fifty. I always did pretty good, but I also always got kind of hurt. I started wearing dark makeup, to cover up the black eyes, and I started dressing edgy not only because it felt right, but also to intimidate my opponents, that I knew went to school with us. Now all of us are in college, thanks to our hard work, and Lilli and Micky's Aunt Abbi," I finished our story up. My sisters, and all the nations looked at me in shock, not knowing my history. The girls thought I bartended for the longest time, but now it's out in the open.
"What?" I hissed, no longer in the mood for sharing.
~~~~~~~~LOVELY FLASHBACK BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE STATE OF WASHINGTON~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
LILLI POV:
"I guess it's my turn now," I deadpanned, not wanting to share either, but I just sighed and started my story:
"Lets see I was about four when Micky was born. I thought she was just a little shriveled ball of crying skin but everyone else thought she was the cutest thing on the planet. She annoyed me a lot and things haven't changed in that department, but I promised our parents that I would protect her. I was ten and Micky was six when the accident happened. She was a very sick child so we were on our way to the doctors when it happened. They say that our parents never felt any pain. It was a head on collision with a drunk driver, they died instantly. I sat in back With little Micky holding her and praying to anything that was listening to keep her safe. She was traumatized and didn't speak until she met Rayne. The only phrase she ever spoke before that was that she refused to be called Michelle any more. Our father always called her is "little angel" his "darling Michelle". Hence the threat whenever she introduces herself. He always referred to me as his "little solider" sent to keep everyone safe. I guess he was right in that aspect. We had an incredibly old Great Aunt that decided to take us in seeing as both of our parents were only children. Micky was selectively mute until she met Rayne and Nina in the fall of the year after our parents death. I don't know what happened except for Micky walking through the door a huge smile on her face as she chattered non stop to two identical girls that she dragged behind her. I remember thinking it was a miracle , because the doctor said that she may never speak again. Our Aunt Abbi was incredibly kind and smart. She always knew when we were doing something bad and called us out on it. The girls were incredibly close I was actually glad that Micky had found them. I was close to Aunt Abbi she always knew when I was upset she would sit me down in the kitchen while she cooked countless goodies and asked me what was wrong she never pushed me though , so I guess that was helpful. Once I was sure the girls were out of earshot I would spill everything about my day. The kids were horrible to me I was bullied and one of my closest friends turned her back on me to become a part of the ' it crowd'. I remember how the boy I had a crush on asked me out and then left me sitting in the restaurant as he snuck out the back exit. I remember running home in the rain and crying my eyes out to Aunt Abbi. She would always hug me and soothe me by whispering sweet words into my ears and singing a lullaby from our Irish ancestors. Micky was nine and I was thirteen when Aunt Abbi died. I was hit the hardest as I had to plan everything from the funeral to job arrangements. I gave the eulogy* and Micky spoke a few kind words. Rayne and Nina were seated in the front row seeing as they were considered family. while Aunt Abbi left us a good sum of money I still got a "job" to pay for extra exspenses and put the rest in an account for our college. I had to baby sit little demons. It was a year later when Rayne and Nina showed up on our doorstep in the middle of a thunderstorm with two suitcases. They never allowed us over to there house and there parents never came to the funeral. I didn't press them knowing the would tell me when they were ready. I fixed us all a cup of chamomile* tea and sent the girls to Micky's room. I sat there for a while contemplating how I would work this out. I made it through high school with two jobs one as a waitress, and one as a barkeep, and the girls also got jobs once they were old enough. Micky and Nina took the waitress route, while we all assumed that Rayne had taken up bartending. I was at the local college, in the middle of class when Nina called with the news that brought us here. And Micky? you still owe me twenty bucks." The countries stared in awe at us. Micky started jumping up and down saying:
"My turn My turn My turn!" I just rolled my eyes and nodded.
MICKY POV
Even though I put on an energetic front I was a mess on the inside I was about to say some deeply personal things that not even Lilli knew. I love my sister very much but there are some things I just couldn't tell her. I guess that's about to change. I sighed and Rayne looked to me quizzically. I just shook my head and told my story.
"I guess I'll start when I met Rayne and Nina. Before you ask, yes I was a mute. I don't know what exactly happened but something told me I could speak around these two. That I didn't have to keep my vow of silence anymore. I ran up to them and said hi. They looked at me then each other I guess having a 'twin-lepathy' conversation. They nodded at each other then introduced them selves. I had no idea the would become my sisters. The town we lived in was unfortunately very small and didn't like change. The fact that the twins were identical and often had silent conversations scared them. People were too scared of them to action it though so they took it out on me. What I'm about to tell y'all is something that only one other person knows," I sighed, Lilli was looking at me questioningly and Rayne sent me an 'are you sure?' glance. I nodded slightly to show that I acknowledged her and mentally prepared myself to share some quite painful memories.
"When I was fifteen I met the sweetest boy." Rayne grimaced, and growled, knowing what was to come and the countries who had an idea of were this was going had frowns on there faces Alfred's, and Ivan's being the most prominent.
"He was a part of the popular crowd and I was honored to be the object of his affection. He pampered me. Constantly bought me gifts and pretty clothes in the first month and a half of our relationship. That didn't last long though. He started to get upset at the little everyday things I did. He would find excuses to yell at me. One day though he escalated apparently yelling wasn't enough anymore. I had been talking to Rayne in the hallway after school when he asked to speak to me alone. I didn't think anything of it he took me into a room and started to scream at me. He called me a 'good for nothing whore" and slapped me. He didn't stop there though, he kicked me in the stomach multiple times. When he decided he was done he told me that he 'loved me' and that' there was plenty more were that came from and the more he does it the more he loves me.' Rayne who had never liked him had hid and saw and heard the entire thing." by the time I had reached this part Rayne had walked to me and held me in a tight embrace as I started sobbing. It unnerved the countries to say the least.
"Do you want me to take over?" She asked. I just nodded not trusting myself to talk.
RAYNE POV
I looked at my foster sister sadly. Many of the countries were starting to understand why we were such a tight knit group now.
"The bastard didn't even notice me as he walked out of the room whistling a cheery tune. As if he hadn't just beaten my sister. When I was sure he was gone, I ran into the room and helped Micky to sit up.
'How long has this been going on!' I can remember demanding she just coughed and said
'Since the first month but he's never physically hurt me I swear,'. I patched her up and helped he cover what he did. I'd gotten practice from my fights. I can remember Lilli asking if everything was ok and Micky just saying she had bad cramps which wasn't uncommon. She stayed with him for two more years before he died in a car accident. (karma if you ask me.) I remember constantly begging her to dump him. What she didn't know was that he was a common opponent of mine, in the ring. He knew who I was, and he thought he had no reason to be afraid of me the fight we had after I had watched him beat my sister. I had growled at him.
"C'mon, I can't hit a girl!" he had sneered.
"Well, that didn't stop you from beating my sister, your "girlfriend"," I had hissed. And then, that was the worst fight of my life… I won, by a landslide, but I beat the mother fucking shit out of him, and smiled while I did it… I didn't get home until late, which was bad. I had continued whaling on him after I'd won, for so long I lost track of time. The next day was a school day. He went to school black and blue, told Micky he'd been mugged, but he never laid a hand on her again. I kept asking her to break up with his sorry heartless ass… Her answer always astounded me
"No I can deal with the pain and scars. As long as he doesn't hurt anyone else." Her answer still astounds me to this day. I believe no I KNOW she would have stayed with him just to protect others." Everyone stared at Micky.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing love, you just... you are a truly amazing person." Arthur said and the rest of the countries agreed with him. Lilli stood up and said
"Why did you never tell me? I'm supposed to protect you!"
"That's exactly why," Micky said. "I was protecting my family. I was fine I CAN handle it as proven by me standing here right now. I would rather be the person to break because I could protect myself just fine. I can and have moved on. I may have relapses but I can handle it on my own. And because of Ivan and everyone else I don't have to. I can finally be me again. Please don't hate me but its something I had to do," she defended herself. Lilli looked at her for a minute before smiling a bit sadly,
"You have grown up huh? I'm so proud of you. You really are our little angel. Michelle" Micky looked up with tears streaming down her face,
"Lilli you truly are a solder sent to protect those you love. I love you so much sissy." She then hugged Lilli. Everyone looked on at the sister moment. Italy surprisingly stood up and walked over to them with Romano fallowing them.
"Ve~ now you don't have to worry were all your family now." Italy said with a derpy* smile. Even Romano had a small smile on his face " I have to agree with the idiot brother of mine." Everyone looked on in awe as Italy and Romano hugged the sisters. Then…
Raindrop:
Key:
Hola, chica. Como estás? - Hello, girl. How are you? (Spanish)
Hola. Estoy muy bien, y tu? - Hello. I'm very good, and you? (Spanish)
Habla español? - (You) speak Spanish? (Spanish)
Si. Yo y me gemelo tanto ablo español. - Yes. My twin and I speak Spanish. (Spanish)
Grosero idioto - Rude idiot (Spanish)
Amoureux - sweetheart (French)
Ne pas appeler son "amoureux", elle est mon amie, Papa - Don't call her "sweetheart", she's my sweetheart, Papa (French)
Hai - yes (Japanese)
Mon cher jumeau - my dear twin (French)
Lo siento hermana - I'm sorry sister (Spanish)
Amigos - friends (Spanish)
Mon petit pas profeter de son Papa feminin - my little one not enjoy his female Papa (French)
Vous parlez francais, ma cherie - You speak French, darling
Je parle couramment - I'm fluent (French)
Hart: Dun Dun Dun
Okay, first note:
The eulogy is the speech given at a funeral, usually by the next of kin, an extremely close friend, or another family member.
Second:
Derpy is a word that Raindrop and I commonly use. It pretty much means "dorky" or "silly"
Third and final note: Micky's background story about her Ex is a true one
(Raindrop: other than he didn't get hit by a mother fucking car. He got hit, by my mother fucking fist, in his stupid little asshole face. Numerous times. I gave him a bloody nose, and he was a foot taller than me, therefore I pride myself in that)
Hart: Unfortunately. It is my recollection of a terribly dark time in my past. The real Raindrop helped me trough the real event.
(Raindrop: DAMN STRAIGHT!)
Hart: event. Please if you are in a relationship like this don't try to be a hero like I did. AS soon as it starts you dump his sorry ass or gather evidence dump his ass then press charges. He DOES NOT MEAN IT WHEN HE SAYS HE LOVES YOU ! If he loved you he wouldn't hurt you. Please Please Please learn from my mistakes.
Thank-you From . .Hart