AN: Re-edited the first chapter and tried to get it as coherent as I could. Honestly, transforming this story from a 'you' fiction to a 'she/her' fiction is kind of hard for me since nothing sounds right for some reason. More than likely, there are bound to be errors in this one. If you spot any, please to do not hesitate to point them out (minus the different language ones. Those will always be wrong). This story has 9 more chapters (and 30,000 words?) to go before this version of the story is caught up with the current version on another site. :)
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It had been two weeks since Lydra had formally met Germany and within two weeks she had successfully learned how to say 'hello, my name is Lydra' and 'I hate you' in English and German. Germany had no clue where she learned the latter but it was progress nevertheless. During the two weeks, Lydra also become acquainted to a few countries who had popped up here and there. Some included Austria, Estonia, Finland, and some man with a polar bear...
Anyway, Lydra was becoming acquainted with the world and Germany was surprised that she had been taking it well since she used to be an isolated country. When Japan had come out of isolation, America said that he was very awkward, shy and elusive. He also wasn't keen on new things but the little nation on the other hand was more than happy to become introduced to new things. Lydra was still shy around people and disliked speaking to them but if Germany shoved a new gadget in her face she'd instantly have a go at it. Yes, she still rejected some things (such as using a toilet or watching television) but she was generally open to anything.
There were also little social mannerisms Germany had to immediately teach the small nation. Such as eating in public (with utensils, not with your hands), how to properly deal with someone you don't like (rather than punching them in the face or kicking them in the gnads) and that undressing where ever you want is not appropriate since most people think the human body is disgusting or awkward.
Or at least that's what she had interpreted after Germany almost threw her into another room for undressing in front of France. It wasn't Lydra's fault. He had given her a pretty dress on random and she wanted to try it on so why not? No one in her country really cared about appearance. A person was mostly bundled up in animal skins and other materials so one never even saw a boob (or man-boob)! If they did undress then alright. We all look alike, so what's it matter?
Apparently, it mattered to the rest of the world. Boohoo.
Also, France gets even creepier when people start to undress. Eck.
At the present time, Lydra was at Germanys house exploring the many rooms he had. His house was of moderate size but to her, it was huge. Most of the people in Lydra's country made their homes by digging out little caves on the small mountain that stood in the center of the island. Hundreds and hundreds of years later, the small caves had transformed into caverns and extensive tunnels burying deep down the island. However, this seems peculiar since oil had been found on her island recently. Why hadn't Lydra's people discovered it before? She wasn't sure but the past is the past and she suddenly found a box of weird things in one of Germanys closets.
The box had Germanys handwriting on it in his language and it looked worn. Not exactly caring that she had to dig to find the box, she opened it up to find the most intriguing items. There was a long rope that felt like leather- oooh, the binding was really intricate on it. There was this long feather that was pink (and it felt really soft!), and two metal rings that looked like they were chained together–oh, oh, there's a book in here, too!
Lydra pulled it out but the book looked a bit torn up. There was a naked woman on the cover but there were words covering her chest and pelvic area. The little nation frowned. So... the world really doesn't like naked people... ? She flipped open the book and suddenly became confused. Did people like naked bodies or not? There were clearly naked women in this bo–oooh, that one can bend. Wonder how she can do that.
The young woman threw the book back into the box frustrated. There were some things she understood but there were others that she didn't. This new world was irritatingly confusing.
"Oh, heyyy! Ciao, Lydra! Che cosa hai lì," Oh, heyyy! Hello, Lydra! What do you have there?; Italy suddenly appeared next to Lydra, looked over her shoulder and into the box, "oh! E 'la finestra della Germania porno! Come hai trovato questo?" Oh! It's Germany's porno box! How did you find that?; he pulled out the book and began flipping through it, "yeah, la Germania è veramente disgustoso. Non ha mai andando ottenere signore in questo modo. Egli è veramente in BSDM, lo sapevate che?" Yeah, Germany's really disgusting. He's never going to get ladies this way. He's really into BSDM, did you know that?; he flipped to the last page and placed the book back into the box. Lydra took the giant feather and shoved it into his face. He sputtered and went down on his back as she continued to attack him with the feather, laughing as she did so.
"Ech bishov uxequih Germanky sisoph xash phuleyos quk aphapha quk ihisud," I can't imagine Germany would have something as silly as this; Lydra stopped her assault and watched as Italy made little 'henyeh' sounds as he flailed on the ground. The woman placed the feather back into the box, closed it then shoved it back into the closet. She then stood up, looked briefly at Italy (who was still doing his weird thing) and walked off in search of Germany.
Five minutes later, Lydra found him on an arm chair reading. With glasses.
Glasses? Weird.
"Oh, hello, Lydra," he said in English after he noticed her. In order to help Lydra learn, he asked if each country could speak in English to her if they ever saw her. If he had seen Italy talking to Lydra in Italian five minutes ago, he would have yelled at him.
"Hekloh," she said and walked over to him then leaned onto the top of the arm chair and placed her arms and head down near his.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he looked at her. She stared, "...right," he looked back down and began reading his book.
After a few moments of silence the island nation abruptly took the book from him and began reading it (upside down). She flipped it a few times until she got it the way Germany had been holding it before.
"Denkeh blickshe der gundge aufh," Then the boy looked up; she read. Lydra grunted, slammed her face onto the top of the arm chair and placed the book on her head, obviously frustrated. There were a few moments of silence before Germany attempted to take the book back. Lydra, on the other hand, raised the book away from him yelling 'no' in her language then turned and jumped into his lap and began reading again, "und sah seinkeh fend, 'he auf-schkreshien. Bee-eeilen sie sichkeh, oder wir we-rden uns vers-päten'," and saw his friend call out, 'hey. Hurry up or we'll be late.'
Germany would have clapped for Lydra's efforts but both of her legs were currently resting on one of his arms and her back was pinning the other one down. It was comfortable! "That was very good, Lydra," he smiled and in turn, that made her smile wide. Every time she was with Germany, she felt giddy and oblivious to everything else. It felt comforting.
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Several days later, Lydra had fallen out of bed after hearing the house filled with music. Utterly confused by what was happening, she waddled out of her room, still tangled in sheets and began looking for what was going on.
Waddle, waddle, waddle, oooh, found it!
In a room, Germany was sitting with a young woman as a man was sitting across from them, playing an over... over... what was that thing anyway? Anyway, it was making music. Muuusic!
No, wait, the music stopped! Nooo!
"Lydra, good morning!" Germany stood from his chair and approached the smaller nation as she stood in the doorway looking like an utter mess. Well, she had just tumbled out of bed so she was still tangled in her sheets. Her PJ's were here and there and her hair was... kind of poofy, "Austria, this is the girl that's living with me now," Germany patted Lydra's shoulder as he began guiding her further into the room.
"She looks... peculiar," the man sitting on the funny box thing stared at her. It looked more like he was analyzing the small woman. Whatever, his hair was funny, too. Psh! And those clothes!
"She looks like she's a very nice girl," the woman who had sat next to Germany stated. Lydra looked at her and instantly wanted to BFF her. Ttly. Bfs4Evur!
"Austria," Germany raised a hand to Austria who bowed his head, "Hungary," he did the same to the woman who also bowed her head.
"Hello, my name is Lydra," she waved at both of them then pointed at the giant, sleek box, "devod shi dek," what is that?; she asked, hoping someone would answer her.
"Piano," Germany replied, also hoping that that was what she was asking.
"Pehkaahnu," Lydra attempted to repeat, "pehkaahnu."
"Definitely peculiar," Austria muttered.
"Oh, Rodrick, play something so she can listen to it!" Hungary clapped her hands together. Austria shook his head but took his positions nevertheless. Germany sat Lydra down next to Hungary then stood behind the two women as Austria began playing.
He began playing and... the rhythm was very intoxicating. It was one of Vivaldi's pieces played in D minor. And for a while... Lydra listened.
After a while, the piece changed and Hungary began to sing. Her voice, along with the piano piece was very soothing. Lydra looked at both of them in envy. Could she do this too? Could she sing and play a sleek box beautifully as they?
The music and singing eventually stopped and the occupants of the room clapped (excluding Lydra but she eventually did after Germany signaled that she should).
"That was very lovely!" Hungary chirped, "oh, do you think Lydra can sing...?" she looked up at Germany, hoping he had the answer but he shrugged.
"I will be utterly surprised if she can even utter a note," Austria said as he became interested in the piano keys.
"What a mean thing to say!" Hungary puffed out her chest, stood up then grabbed both Lydra's hands and pulled her up as well, "let's see if you can, yes?" she brought her over to the piano which allowed Lydra to peek inside. There was a butt-load of strings in there!
"I want to see if she can sing the basics!" Hungary patted Austria's shoulder. He grunted and played a single key to which Hungary replied 'ah' in a high pitch. Lydra looked back at Germany who, again, shrugged.
"Fah!" she said. After the younger nation said nothing, Hungary gently grabbed her hand and said 'fah' again.
"Fek," Lydra mooed out. Austria held back a laugh but stopped after he noticed Hungary was ready to hit him.
"Fah."
"Fek."
"Fah."
"Fe-ah."
"Fah."
"Fee-hhk."
"F-ah."
"F-eh."
"F-aaah."
"F-aaah."
"Look, she did it!" Hungary jumped up and down clapping. Lydra smiled.
Thirty minutes later, Hungary had taught the new nation how to say 'doh-ray-me' but singing it was a whole other story...
"Dek-recklah-mesh," Lydra croaked. At this point, Austria had bashed his fingers into the piano keys and went down snorting, unable to keep his proper composure.
"Sie ist schrecklich! Sie singt wie ein Farm-Tier!" She's horrible! She sings like a farm animal!; Hungary instantly went after Austria after he said his sentence and began beating him with a frying pan (where it came from, Lydra wasn't sure). Lydra, on the other hand, could care less about her singing abilities (she was 'in the moment,' as one would put it when Hungary had sung to one of Austria's pieces earlier) and shuffled out of the room as Germany tried to calm down Hungary.
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"Germany, Germany!" Lydra cried out, finally getting Germany's name down. Honestly, it was cute when she said 'Germonkey' the first time but it was tiring after she kept saying it weeks after. At the current moment, it was the afternoon and Austria and Hungary had left to return to their respective homes. Hungary had nearly knocked out Austria from his earlier comments about Lydra wonderful singing voice but thankfully, Germany was there to calm the Hungarian down (as well as hold her back). Germany was in the kitchen writing writing things down in a notebook when Lydra popped in.
"Hello, Lydra. What do you want?" he stood straight from his slouched position and looked at her as she bounded in.
"What...," she paused for a moment, trying to remember what England told her just moments ago over the phone, "due... jou... na-amkeh?" she asked. Germany stared.
"What?"
"What due jou na-mkeh?" she repeated, "guga shi lecher yugom, lech voqu izexo!" What's your name, you silly boy!
"Na-mkeh?" he repeated the word Lydra had stated in question. She looked down at her hands for a moment then placed one up and ran from the kitchen. Germany stood for a short while before going back to writing in his notebook. Soon after he finished one sentence, the young woman bounced in once more.
"What es yo-u'rkeh nameh?" she slowly said then stood still as she waited for Germanys answer.
"What is my name?" he looked at her to which she nodded, "Germany," but this answer made her shake her head.
"England es Arthekur Keurklendeh! Amurikah es A... Alfrekd Johnez!" Lydra shook her hands in the air trying to prove her point.
"Oh, my actual name. Ludwig," he stated simply.
"Ledwog?" she tilted her head slightly.
"Ludwig," and Lydra continued to attempt to state his name correctly for a few minutes before somewhat nailing it with 'Lewdwig.'
"What is your name, Lydra?" Germany asked the same question she had asked him. He shut his note book and placed it inside of one of the kitchen counters along with the pen he was using.
"Mai nameh?" she asked. He nodded, "Kyzi Vyro," he stared.
"What a unique name," the woman shrugged at whatever he had said.
"Elav och osu sejuyax xash akaco yugom's mak Ech uk inu. Gi ehipur wusa xat vuqu wajaj atoj ... itayoreh agodec igogushur evmogok xisuzo, cokeroyo ihixudge uzux usozoluk itow ufol phapabo esupmad eyevakifo thesuship uphese naceyo ephip weuv phure America unachk aquom ujehelemoz robuq hippis. Ech sugs zuya avukate yova...," people at my house have weird names so I have one too. It leads back to the revolt and … stuff from when people migrated from other countries to get away from their homelands political powers. My house is full of rebels who don't know what to do. They're … hippies? Whatever America calls his people now. I hear they are causing a commotion at America's home. Reminds me of the revolutions...
At this point, Lydra was rambling about nothing as Germany sat down at the dinner table and listened to her as she continued to speak to herself in her native tongue.
France was right. If you listened closely and intensely, Lydra did sound like a slurring drunk.