A/N; I have only one piece of advise for my readers; Never, ever, ever spill milk on your MacBookPro. Never. Because then your laptop will want to act like a bitch. So, I'm typing this on my evil phone until I go to BestBuy (A extremely well known American chain store where the best, top notch technology is like, 100 - 200 dollars less.) to get it fixed. Anyway, enjoy the crappy filler chapter. But it does have important stuff in it.
Disclaimer: I'd kill a cheeseburger to own Hetalia.
Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak.
"Hmm…" Julie rolled over in her sheets. The annoying creaking sound just wouldn't go away. A light in the next room went on and she groaned. God, whoever was awake, was going to get the end of her foot up their arse. She grabbed a handful of bedding and attempted to block out the light by hiding deeper within the mattress.
Click.
Ugh, finally. The light went out and soon enough, allowing her to fall back asleep.
SMT
His head was pounding. After they had lost the girl to the prissy Austrian, it was decided that they'd go to a bar to get girls. You know, just to have some 'fun'.
"À plus tard, mon ami." Francis said as Prussia slammed the car door close. The car spent off with a tired Frenchman driving and a very drunk Spaniard in the backseat. Gilbert just stood there, trying to level his head from all the beer. He walked up the stoop of the house, not giving a shit about all the noise he was making.
Everything inside was covered in the pitch-black night, but that didn't mean he couldn't see where he was going. All those years of experience in the military gave him an edge when it came to these things. Do you know how many wars take place at midnight as opposed to broad daylight?
The goddamn stares couldn't stop creaking thought. Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak. He finally made to his room. Something in the back of his mind noticed how clean the room was when he turned on the light, but it stayed buried and ignored. There was a sound from the next room over, but he disregarded it as well. 'Lud must have Japan or Italy over'he thought groggily.
The silverette flopped onto his worn-down bed and slapped the lights off. Again there was a ruffle from the room over. His mind didn't care and drifted off into a deep abyss, unprepared of what was to come next.
〘ヴェ、ドイツ〙
A bit later, Gilbert was woken by the sounds of sheets moving, and two people arguing his harsh whispers. Ignoring didn't help as the sounds got louder and finally decided to give his bruder's guests a piece of his mind.
He rolled out of his warm sheets and stood up lazily. As he was about to jerk the door open, his eye caught something. One; the door was already open, and two; what looked like the girl he and his friends had kidnapped trying to fend off…Feli?
-MWH-
When she felt something warm slip into bed, she really didn't mind and instead, clung to it. When that something started to pet her hair, she began to snuggle up to it. But when it started to wrap around her waist and edge to the rim of her panties, she knew something was happening.
Julie's eyes snapped open, only to be assaulted by darkness. Her cornea's slowly adjusted and a smiling Italy came into her vision.
"Italy?" she whispered, "Italy, what are you doing here?"
The brunette got confused. "Ve, How'a did you know I'm'a Italia?"
The girl shrugged. "It's hard not to figure out." She sighed; "Anyway, that's not the problem. What are you doing here?"
Feliciano's face formed a small smile within the dark. "I wanted to sleep next to you because I had a nightmare. Ve..."
Julie blinked and thought to herself. "Isn't that what children do?"
"Ve, But I'm scared…" he said while slinking his hand down to the side of her PJ shorts. She gasped and shivered. She didn't like being touched like this; it was too far past her comfort zone.
"Stop it!" she hissed and tried to shove his hand out of her shorts. Surprisingly, he was too strong for her and wrapped his other hand around her backside, pulling her up onto his chest.
"Come on man! Quit it! I'm not a teddy bear!" hissing a bit more louder than intended.
"I'm still scared, ve!" the Italian said while pulling her head to his. Every inch their faces go closer, the more her face heated up. Just as their noses were touching, she noticed he had fallen asleep and smiled in relief. The man was sweet but God, was he touchy. Julie lowered her head onto the crook of his neck and fell asleep not soon after.
NXT
Her eyes cracked open slowly, trying to avoid the strong morning sun. Soft, chestnut hair brushed across her cheek, making her look to the left. Italy's face had a small smile and by the looks of it, he was still sleeping. The smile made her remember last night's fiasco but she brushed it off. After all, he was just scared… right? Julie shook her head and quietly got off the Italian man. Pulling the sheets with her, it was revealed that the country personification still had his underwear on, which relieved her. Had he had no pants, she wouldn't know what to do. It probably would have scared her and pull her into a fit of frenzy.
She drew the curtains shut, but they happened to be sheer, so it only did so much. Yawning, she stumbled past the foot of the bed and into the small bathroom that accompanied the room she was staying in. Julie lazily slapped the lights on and yawned once more. Her hand groped around for the nearest towel and ran it under some hot water. She sluggishly wiped her face with the sopping wet cloth, unaware of who was watching her. Squeezing the water out of hand towel, she turned to place it on the towel rack. Instead, it dropped to floor as she raised a finger accusingly in shock. The words failed to come out properly as her brain processed the situation.
"…I-it's you! W-what are you doing here!" she managed to croak out.
SMT
"Hmmmggffhh. Glegurghm."
Gilbert rolled over and stared at the celling with murderous intent. He did this for a few minutes before giving the same stare to the alarm clock on his left.
8:58
'Was zum Teufel!' was the first thought that gained the courtesy of passing through his conscious. "Verdammt." He got up and decided that since was up, he might as well take a shower and go downstairs for an awesome breakfast. The Prussian pushed himself out of bed and walked into the bathroom only to find the lights were on.
What he found was a girl, with quite a case of bed head, clean her face with an over-watered face cloth. She squeezed the water out of the poor towel like she trying to kill it and turned to place it back in it's spot but dropped it when she saw him. A shaky hand rose and pointed at him; "…I-it's you! W-what are you doing here!" she squeaked. It looked like someone had scared her.
Prussia's eyes widened when he realized who she was. Running up to her, he began to straighten out her hair. She gripped his wristed and tried to rip him from herself, to no avail. When her hair seemed presentable, he took a step back. Yup, she was the one with the single blonde streak.
"Gott! Itz you! Zhe Mädchen! Vhy are youh in mein bruder's house!"
She looked back at him with the same expression; "Japan brought me here! I don't know!" Julie tried to suppress her steadily growing migraine with her hands. "Look, I can live with almost anyone peacefully, but lets put up some boundaries. Do not mess with my hair. I don't like it when guys mess with my hair."
The albino smirked. This little piece of information could come in handy later. "Yah, well." She said pulling him out of his thoughts. The girl turned back around and started to look through the medicine cabinet. Gilbert raised a brow; "Vhat arh you loohking fohr?"
"A comb. Or a brush. You got one?" Julie nonchalantly asked while steering clear of the foot ointment in the cabinet. The other pushed her aside and closed the compartment only to open another one. In the space underneath the sink sat more shelves stacked with hair care products, brushes, combs, bath soaps and many more little things. He grabbed a brush that looked like it was made with boar's hair. The German handed it to her.
"Thanks." she mumbled. While she was brushing her hair, he started to strip. The brunette looked over to him. "Taking a shower?"
"Ja."
She put the brush back where it came from. "Well, I'm out." Julie stated trying to hide her slight blush.
Now clad in only his underwear he turned; "Aren't goinh to do somzing vhit yoh hair or put on mahk-up or do somzing girlhy?" The child shook her head 'no'.
"I'm not kind of girl." With that she turned and walked into her room to get dressed for the day. Gilbert stared at the door for a few more seconds before shrugging. He peeled his last piece of clothing off and jumped into the shower.
NXT
Julie stared intently at the contents of the closet. Being an artist, she liked to paint the world with her own colors, not others and it showed in the way she dressed. She pulled out a black pleated skirt and a grey t-shirt. Her head slowly turned with wide eyes to see if the Italian was still in her bed, and thankfully he wasn't. Just then she remembered that her bra was in the hamper and cursed.
"Merde." She hissed under her breath. The girl hoped to God that there was a bra in the drawers that sat in the closet. She pulled out a pair of fresh white panties. Julie eyed them and sighed. "Wow, taking panties from near strangers…this isn't weird at all." She mused to herself. And lucky her, she found a white bra to go with it. It was a bit tight around the back, but she'd make it do. The girl jumped into a pair of camouflage green polka-dotted tights and slipped the skirt on. After a little of ruffling and tidying, she left to go downstairs.
〘ヴェ、ドイツ〙
"Hey. What goes on?" Julie announced as soon as she jumped off the last of the steps. The two European nations looked up from what they were doing. Feliciano was sketching and Ludwig was signing some papers, which were probably for the meeting she had heard Japan taking about last night. The Italian jumped from his spot on the couch to give her a 'good morning' hug. She flinched but slowly relaxed into it and returned the hug.
"Ve! Buongiorno, Julie!"
She smiled brightly; "Bounjour à vous aussi." She slipped from the brunette's grasp, only to go up Ludwig and kiss him on both cheeks. He tried to swat her away.
"Bonjour Ludwig," she sat down next to him. "Wie geht es Ihnen heute?" the girl spoke in poor, broken German. Germany took of his reading glasses in shock. "Ich fühle mich gut. Youh noh Deutsch?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Eh. So-so. One of my friends knows German due to her fathers business, so she taught me a bit." Julie turned to him and folded her legs onto the couch. "You know," she furrowed her brows, "when you know French and it's accents, it makes it all the more harder to conquer East European accents like Russian, German and Polish. But that's just my point of view."
The two sat in silence that was then interrupted by the sound of a 've'. Italy took her by the hand and pulled her into the kitchen.
"What'a would you like'a to eat, ve."
She sat down at the kitchen table, propping up her head with the edge of her hand. "Why don't we have a truly Italian breakfast? It's been so long since I've had a proper breakfast with someone, much less like I used to have with ma grand-mère. It'll be fun, oui?"
Feli's heart exploded in happiness after the first sentence. "Sì! Sì, che una buona idea! I'll'a make biscotti!"
"What's 'biscotti'?" Italy turned slowly from his open cabinet with a deadpanned look on his face. On the other side of the kitchenette, Ludwig abandoned the idea of morning food to save his soul from a certain Italian and walked out of the room. Little drops of water sprung forth from the European's eyes causing Julie to jump in surprise. She immediately came up to him and held him by the shoulders to stop the tears. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she cried. "It's just that I didn't know what it was. I really like Italian food, so s'il vous plait, tell me- what's biscotti."
He wiped the water from his cheeks. "Ve, Sì…. Biscotti are Italiani biscuits. It's'a too hard to eat plain, so we dip it in'a caffè." He got up and went to a few different cabinets. Pulling out four plates, and other utensils, he put on the coffee grounder and poured a few cups of beans in.
"Julie, what'a kind of caffè do you like'a, ve?"
By now, she was back at the table, waiting for breakfast. "Hmmm?" The girl looked up. "Oh, um, I'm not a big fan of coffee, but I guess I'll have a cappuccino…"
Feliciano nodded his head. Okay, so un cappuccino and un macchiato. "Doisu, what'a lind of caffè do you want?" he yelled from the kitchen. Germany came into the said room, fingers attempting to plug his ears. "Schrei nicht Italien!" Ludwig barked making the poor Italian cower a bit. "Ve~, mi dispiace. What'a kind of caffè?"
"Caffè con panna." That was fancy Italian talk for 'cappuccino'. But in reality, it was different than the 'global standard' cappuccino. It was the 'Italian' cappuccino. Bene, it's'a now due cappuccini e un macchiato.
Maybe after half an hour, all three cups of coffee were made and everyone was now seated at the table, mindlessly dunking their biscotti in their respective coffees. Julie glanced over to Feli who was smiling happily due to a good daydream. Deciding to let him continue dreaming, she looked to Germany and tapped him on shoulder.
"Hey, what we gonna today?" she questioned lazily. Ludwig took a long sip from his cup; "Vhell, I have to workh today, buht Italien doesnh't havh anyzhing to doh for zhe meh'ting. Mahbe you can go somevhere vhith him." he suggested while dipping another biscotti in his near empty mug. The brunette mulled the thought over. Hmh. Going somewhere with Italy sounds really nice…. But where would they go? It wasn't like they had nothing to do; it was the fact that in Manhattan, it could take you forever to figure out what you wanted to do. There was just way too much to do in just on day. And that's when she got the idea. Why not just do one, cool thing each day until she had to leave?
"Hey Italy…." Julie started.
Feli looked to his left; "Ve…."
"Since Germany has work today, wanna go somewhere?" She propped up her head with her right palm. The other tilted his head just a bit. "Ve, Certo, perchè no? Where do you want'a go?"
Julie smirked; "Do you like chocolate?"
MWH
Prussia let the water shower on to his near-white hair and drip off the tips as he relaxed under the showerhead. It's not like he had anything else to do. Maybe he'd mess with his bruder, or go see Toni and Franny…but other than that, there was really nothing.
Gilbert turned off the water and stepped out to wrap a towel around his waist. He quickly dried his hair with some fluffing and a small hairdryer. What? Guys can use hairdryers too! France did it all the time, and besides; his hair has to look its most awesome-est.
The sound of feet pounding up the stairs brought him out of the haze. He poked his head out of the door only to see two flashes of brown fly past him. His brows furrowed as multiple 'bump's could be heard from the rooms across and next to his. Prussia walked into the girl's room to find her hastily shoving he feet into two ankle-high boots. She practically jumped into he closet near her, only to pulled out a grey plaid scarf and throw it on.
She looked to him; "Hey, Prussia, wanna go out with us?"
In his head, the albino went 'Yes!'' but was careful enough to seem like it really matter. "Surh. Baht, vhere areh you goinh?"
"It's a surprise!" she said with a bright smile, the kind that America wore on a daily basis. "..but bring money, lots of it. I'll have to ask Germany for some…I hope he'll be alright with it…"
"Ohkay."
Julie coughed. "Maybe you'd like to put on clothes."
She then ran out of the room to, most probably, Italy's room. He dried off and began to dress. He chose a pair of black skinny jeans and a white shirt that said 'No one on the block has a swagger like us'. He slipped his feet into a pair of checkered vans and took a scarf similar to the girl's.
Over in Feliciano's room, a long debate was in progress. The two were pondering over what the Italian should wear and in the end Julie said 'to wear something creative'. So that led to Italy wearing a pair of dark-grey slack and a cream-colored dress shirt with a pair of Italian loafers.
The three proceeded downstairs and while Feli and Gilbert waited at the door, the girl asked Germany for money;
"Germany!" she said –a bit loudly– as she skidded into the kitchen. Ludwig looked up from his many papers with a quizzical look on his face.
"…Ja? Vhat is it?"
"Okay, so I've decided where I want to go, so me, Italy and your brother are all going and-"
The German promptly cut her off. "Youh met mein bruder?"
She wave her hand nonchalantly; "Actually, he's like one of the first few people I met when I first came here. But anyway, so…may I have some money? I clean the house in return…"
"Nein." Ludwig went to one of the drawers near the sink and pulled out fifty dollars, "Hereh. Youh don't have to do anyzhinh in return. I likeh to clean zhe house. It relaxhs me."
Julie started at the handful of money that now sat in the palm of her right hand. "Oh…okay…Danke…."
Germany gave an almost faint smile to the small bits of German she tried to incorporate in her speech. He abruptly coughed to cut into the awkward silence. "Ja. Vhell, donh't get inhto trouble."
"Sure thing! Thanks again, Germany!" she gave a small peck to his cheek leaving him to blush to himself.
〘ヴェ、ドイツ〙
Back at the front door, Italy and Prussia stood waiting for a certain brunette. Gilbert was texting to 'his' birdie when the Italian decided to tap him on the shoulder.
"Ve, Prussia, where do you think'a we're'a going?"
The albino only shrugged. "I don't knowh. All she tolhd me was toh tahke a lot of monehy. So I dihd." He dug through his pocket, pulled out seventy dollars, and waved them near Feliciano's face.
"Ve, Julie said'a that to me to!" he smiled pulling his own wallet out.
Just then the girl came sliding in from the kitchen. Julie jumped, landed, and did jazz hands as though she had just finished a musical number. "So! You guy's ready?" They both nodded and shoved away the money into their trousers. The three went out the door, wrapping their scarfs tightly.
SWH
"Mr. Ausztria….Maybe we should go home and look again tomorrow." Hungary said tiredly.
Roderich looked over his shoulder only to find the worried and worn-out face of his ex-wife. He sighed and gave in. They went back to their loft to sleep until the next strenuous day.
Where could she be?
Translations;
[À plus tard, mon ami.] Later, my friend.
[Bruder] Brother
[Was zum Teufel!] What the hell!
[Verdammt] Damn
[Ja.] Yes.
[Merde.] Shit.
[Buongiorno] Good Morning
[Bonjour à vous aussi.] Good Morning to you too.
[Wie geht es Ihnen heute?] How are you today?
[Ich fühle mich gut.] I'm feeling fine.
[Deutsch] German
[S'il vous plait] Please
[Sì] Yes
[Caffè] Coffee (For those who can't guess.)
[Caffè con panna.] Coffee with cream.
[Bene...due cappuccini e un macchiato.] Good...two cappuccinos and one macchiato.
[Certo, perchè no?] Sure, why not?
[mein bruder] my brother
[Nein.] No.
[Danke.] Thanks.
[Ausztria] Austria (In Hungarian.)
Sorry for the crappy chapter. But, please, review. It's what I put in my imaginary I.V. to keep me alive. Also, if anyone has any suggestions on what I should change/put in the story to make it better, review or PM me. Oh, yah. One of my friends told me I should answer to reviews, so I'll be doing that too.