Update is LAAAAATTTTTEEEEEE! I apologize. Truth be told I was planning on just scrapping this story but getting a review from the person who's story I based this off of I'll go ahead and write more. Also, I get to include her characters as well since she gave me the go ahead so they will be appearing in later chapters.

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Chapter 3

Deciding it was not the best course of action to dwell on the fact that I was related to one of America's most notorious killers I comb through the clothing rack. Romano had said he wanted me to look 'nice' but I really didn't have a good idea for what he wanted. I never went to school dances or any formal events. Shrugging I pull out a red dress.

It was the type you would find in the movies, red silk, form fitting, and a slit up the side. A dancing dress, one you would wear for tango. Too fancy for me. Putting it back I find a black blouse with slit sleeves and haul out a pair of dark washed blue jeans. I quickly get dressed and not a moment after I had slipped my shoes back on a bell sounds off in the distance.

Someone knocks on my door and I get a feeling that it was probably James. I fling it open to find myself faced with a smiling Santo instead. "Hey there lovely lady. May I take you to lunch?" Something tells me by the way he speaks that he must be a lady killer. Since I had no interest of having my heart smashed into the ground I just push past him.

"No thanks, I can get there myself." I say over my shoulder as he stands there, dumbfounded as to how I could just walk away from him. Never the less he chased after me down the hall and out the door. As I head out of my area I cast a glance upward, gazing at the tattered flag. Was it just me or was it starting to look newer then last time?

Shaking my head I head into the main hall and follow the herd of other, what did they call them? Campers, that's right. Santo was still following me and chattering my ear off like I was the only thing that mattered to him. Several of the girl campers I passed shot me glares which I returned and resulted in most of them looking away and walking faster. I could give a mean glare.

Finally I had enough. "Santo. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. I don't know you; I don't want to know you. Fuck, you probably just want in my bed. Goodbye!" He stops at my, what must have looked sudden, outburst. Letting out something between a frustrated sigh and scream I thunder off. As I head into the dining area I notice a huge buffet situated in the center of the room.

Anything I could possibly want was there, main course wise. That and a side section in the back of the room, which was huge as well, had dessert from all around the world. Trying to get one smiling idiot out of my head I approach the buffet and fix myself a plate of pasta. "Ve!~ Are you a new sister?" Someone asks at my elbow and I turn to see a girl slightly shorter than me with light brown hair and hazel eyes. What mainly caught my attention was a curl coming up from the left side of her head.

"I-I'm not sure. Unclaimed." I say as I start to move off, hoping to locate somewhere I could sit by myself. The only completely empty table except for one person was pretty close to me except for one small problem. James was that one person and I was reluctant to sit near him. Each table only sat twelve people so maybe I could find a small, quiet group.

These thoughts, however, were smashed as someone lifts me into the air. "Found the new girl!" He calls cheerfully and I ponder about launching my leg into his groin which was lined up with my foot. Before I can act on my thoughts though I'm shoved into a seat at a nearby table. Immediately the chairs around me filled and the ones who had been sitting there first leave immediately.

As I take a deep breath I notice my eleven companions were all from different houses. Since they all wore something that resembled their flag it wasn't too hard to place them. Two were from the America house, three from the Hungary, two from the France house, and four were from the Spain house. At least none of them were Santo.

The one who had grabbed me first, one of the Americans, was smiling widely at me. He was about my age with light blonde hair and dark blue eyes with a natural tan. "Hi there new girl. I'm John, head of the America house." He extends a hand and several nearby Americans punched their fists into the air, all of them saying 'fuck yeah'. Rolling my eyes I turn to my plate of pasta and start eating.

"Oh, the strong silent type non?" One of the French kids, a girl with hip length, wavy blonde hair and brown eyes, said, leaning forward and tracing her finger along my arm. "I'm Celeste by the way." I just scoot a little to the side, dragging my plate with me. But Celeste was not to be deterred. "What's wrong pretty girl? I don't bite… much." As she speaks I swallow wrong and start coughing.

One of the Spanish guys smiles at me sweetly. He was younger, with tan skin, dark, chocolate brown, curly hair and pale green eyes. He looks like he's getting ready to say something but gets interrupted by one of the Hungary guys. "So tell me, what's your sexual preference?" This time I was taking a drink of water which promptly shot out of my nose, hitting the guy in the face.

"Excuse me?" I ask as I grab my nose, waiting for the stinging to subside. After a few more introductions I completely lost my patience and stood up, slamming my hands on the table. "ENOUGH! God dammit. All I wanted to do was eat my fucking dinner." Scooping up my plate I stomp over to the only table almost empty, James' table.

Closing out the others protests I sit down and shove a forkful of cooling pasta into my mouth. I notice James had looked up from his book he was reading, his glasses tilted over his nose. Which didn't make him look hot. Not one bit. Nope… okay, he was hot, but I still hated him! "What?" I say with a sneer and he just shakes his head, making his rat tail dance, and looked back down.

After awhile I notice none of the others had moved with me and I glance over. Most of them looked like they were going to have a heart attack, except for that one Spain kid. He just looked around at his companions then back at me. Slowly and unsurely he gets up and brings his plate over to my table, sitting down in a seat close to me but far enough away as to a spot where I couldn't kick him if he pulled anything.

James looks up again with a curious expression and the kid shoots his gaze downward, poking at his food nervously. After sitting there for awhile I finally can't take the Spaniard kid's silence. "Alright, who are you supposed to be?" I ask and he jumps a little.

A moment later he pulls out a notepad and scribbles something down, sliding it over to me when he finished. On it was one word. Samuel. "Sam here can't speak." Someone behind me says and I look up to see a blonde girl with low pigtails and bright green eyes and remarkable eyebrows. Samuel glares at her a little but sifts to the side a bit so the newcomer could sit down. Tied into the ends of her pig tails were union jack kerchiefs.

"Laura McLain." She says, introducing herself before continuing. "Permission to tell her what happened Sam?" Sam pouts and waves his hand through the air. "Thank you. Last year on a mission his vocal cords were damaged and they couldn't fix them surgically. And he refuses to have them worked on magically. Spanish retard." Sam shoots her a glare and she appears like she wants to say more when the screech of a loud speaker comes over the crowd.

"Alright children. It's Wednesday and you know what that means." Romano's voice says, coming from said speaker.

A thundering chorus answered him. "GUERILLA PAINTBALL!" Before I knew what was happening most of the campers on my side of the room head for the other while few from the other side came to ours. Both Sam and Laura left and I was stuck being confused.

"Guerilla paintball?" I ask, looking about.

"Unclaimed will be with the Italy house and the Japan house. America, France, and England houses will be competing against them. All others head to the spectator rooms." A horde of people filed out, leaving the room immensely diminished.

"I'll tell you the rules as we go alright?" James says, closing his book and receiving sneers from the opposite side of the room. Had he done something to make them hate him? In fact our team seemed reluctant to go near him. I could hear one of them say something along the lines 'she must be brave to be so close to James.' Another said 'courage is rare in an Italy child.'

James starts walking off first and I rush to catch up, keeping my fedora on my head. No one else moved until we were at the doorway. He takes me to a smaller room with military costumes for every era and every country.

"Since we're unclaimed we can wear any of these and not get in trouble for it." He says as he pulls down one with a plaque overhead that said Germany, WWI. Would my father mind if I wore his? I find it next to the north Italy section. It was a simple brown uniform complete with boots, the only adornments two black and gold pins that were located on the collar. The uniform was old and well worn but I would feel comfortable wearing it anyway. The plaque overhead said Romano, WW2.

Claiming a changing room I quickly get suited up and tie my hair back, twisting the fedora in my hand and watching it turn into a Tommy gun. Seeing a straight line going through it I give it a small twist and it turns into twin pistols. "What are you wearing that for?" Someone asks behind me. I turn around to see the same girl with the hair curl from before.

"Just practical." I say tugging on the sleeves a little. She tilts her head to the side with a baffled expression then smiles at me brightly.

"Okay then, whatever that means. I'm Julie by the way." She holds out her hand and I hesitantly extend mine for her to shake. Instead she grabbed me and drug me into a full out hug to which I protested. "GROUP HUG TO GREET OUR NEW SISTER!" She basically yells in my ear. A moment later a large group of kids, all looking similar to Julie were swarming me.

Finally getting myself sprung from the mob of supposed brothers and sisters I find myself falling onto the hard ground below my feet. Surprisingly none of them offered me a hand up. In fact all of them were looking at me as if they had broken something. Eyes downcast and seeming to close in on their cheery ass selves.

Glancing up clues me in. James stood in front of me. It's like the guy had a nasty aura that everyone tried to avoid. In my mind I found that cruel. B-but the bastard probably deserved it. Yeah, deserved it. He sighs and offers me a hand up. I promptly smacked it away and get up on my own.

Not too far away was a small group of Asians who all looked unremarkably familiar. These must be the Japan kids. At my feet my pistols had turned back into a fedora, sliding together as if magnetized. The North Italians break into hushed murmurs as I pick up the hat and gently brush it off. I catch the word 'Ebony' on some of their lips but I blow it off.

"Pardon. It's time to start." One of the Japan kids says, walking over. He was shorter than me with glasses and short, well trimmed hair. When he glanced up I saw that his eyes were a light blue. But as soon as our eyes met he looked away and bowed to me. "Michael Esaki, it is nice to meet you daughter of the warm west."

"The pleasure is mine son of the land where the sun rises. I am Bella Gerhardt." I say, bowing back. Hey, call me what you will, but I loved Japanese culture. He looks back up at me, shock in his eyes. But they quickly go back to looking like twin still pools of water. Deep and emotionless.

James taps on my shoulder and I shoot him a sneer then follow him out of the room. Something told me it was time for some paintball.

A/N

Late update is late! I promise that the next one will be up MUCH sooner.

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