Chapter four already~! 3
Let us see what happens to the chibi countries!
I still don't own Hetalia…'tis too awesome for me D:
Thanks to fifii96 and XHelloPockyDesuX for reviewing my nonsense!
I woke up to see a worried Italy, screaming at Germany frantically.
"GERMANY, GERMANY, GERMANY! SHE'S DEAD! WHAT'LL WE DO—"
"I'm fine, Italy…please, you're giving me a headache…"
What, I'm not a morning person!
"That's wonderful, it's great, a miracle! Ve~, we must celebrate with the pasta and the dancing and—!" Italy was once again interrupted.
"Virginia!" A high voice squealed, and I looked around; no one was there.
I sat up to see America, about six years old now, pulling at my pajama's pant leg.
"Ginny, I want a hamburgerrrrr…" The country whined, and another small fist bonked his noggin.
"Shut it, you twit, she just woke up! She already has a headache!"
Well goodness, cranky Chibi Arthur is cranky…
Suddenly an explanation for the chibi-fied countries popped into my head.
I glared at the bushy-browed tiny form, trying to resist a giggle as chibi Alfred pouted.
"Arthur…what did you do?"
"W-what? Why blame me!"
I just kept glaring, and no matter how hard he tried to retaliate I knew he would crack.
Suddenly he broke down crying childishly.
"Alright, fine, it was me, but it's mostly America's fault! It's just so terrible, listening to him drone on and on about hamburgers!" Suddenly, his tears stopped and he had that weird insane rape-face that made FrUK and USUK fangirls squee when used at the aforementioned countries,
"So I used my magic on him! I turned him into a child once again! Hahaha!" He laughed maniacally, but when I looked over at America, I didn't see him.
"Hey, Ginny, there's a big ol' box over here! What's inside it?" The chibified voice I knew as America's answered my question of his whereabouts, but the box thing confused me.
I haven't ordered anything…
I stood and had Germany follow, just to be safe, and I saw America poking a large crate that was not only hammered shut, but chained as well.
I noticed the manila folder taped to the top and suddenly I was slightly afraid; I plucked the folder up anyway.
What was inside the folder made me gasp and feel light-headed once again, so I leaned against the nearest sturdy thing I could manage, which happened to be Germany.
He didn't care, so I just kept reading the folder, wide-eyed.
Dear Ms. Franklin,
Due to a factory over-production, we have been forced to send an extra unit to our customers.
Please follow the instructions enclosed to make sure you and your other units are unharmed.
I dropped the folder at this point, and grinned wickedly.
Aha, this'll be interesting…but I'm going to have to get a bigger apartment…and go shopping…and buy extra stuff.
Darn it, I was saving up for a rainy day…
"Alright, no one touch the box until I say so! Pack up any stuff you have with you, we're moving!"
"I want a hamburgerrrrr!" America whined again.
"Shush, Alfred, this is important!" I said sternly, and the look of fear Alfred had almost made me regret saying that….
Almost.
"Germany, I need you and Italy to help me pack things, I have to call a moving van."
The German nodded, went to wake Italy up, and I sighed.
I'd been awake less than ten minutes and I was already game for going back to bed…
I picked up the phone that sat on the kitchen counter, right next to where I stood and dialed my cousin Fred's number.
"Yo?" The voice on the other end said.
"Hey, cuz! Long time no talk. Sorry this is sudden, but I need a big favor…"
"What kind of favor?"
"The kind involving a real estate agent and somewhere to live."
"Oh, Ginny, did you get evicted?" Fred asked teasingly, and I laughed and then deadpanned.
"No, I did not. I…just have more company than I have room for, you see." I worded it cautiously.
"What kind of company?"
"Oh, you know, the Hetalia units kind that I now have five of!" I screamed—mentally.
"A bunch of my friends decided to show up at my doorstep and are paying rent, you remember Felicia, Alice, Katie, Margaret, and Vera, right?" I listed a few of my friends from the past.
"Oh, yeah, I remember Vera…I still have the scars…" The now slightly breaking voice came from the other end of the call.
"Right, well, here's the deal. I need you to hook me up with the fastest agent you can find, da? Or I'll sic Vera on you."
The line was silent for a moment; "Okay, I can connect you to my buddy Mark right now…"
And the voice changed.
"Hello?" The voice said officially.
"Hello? Is this Mark?"
"Is this my new girlfriend?"
"No, idiot, it's Fred's cousin. Don't even go there. I need a large house, with eight bedrooms and a large kitchen. I need it by tomorrow, and I can pay for it, so hurry it up." I said irritably.
"A-alright then…I'll send a van over tomorrow, miss…?" Mark questioned.
"Virginia." I said, and hung up, pleased with myself; after that, I proceeded to begin packing up furniture with help from Germany.
I also convinced America to help, promising him a McDonald's gift card as a reward for his efforts, which really got him going…like, surprisingly fast.
I grinned and collapsed on the couch, completely and utterly exhausted, but happy.
And then I felt a weight on my stomach.
"Ginny~!" Arthur was trying to crawl onto me and receive hugs and/or general attention.
"What, Arthur?" I asked.
"Can…can I cook something? Please?" He asked, his green eyes twinkling lightly.
I stared at him for a moment.
"If you're good and help Germany and I unpack when we all get to the new house, you and I will make muffins and cookies and maybe even a cake." I said.
"R-really? You promise?"
I resisted the urge to scream and giggle when I looked at the hope in Arthur's adorably tiny face.
"Really," I said, offering my pinky in emphasis, which he wrapped in his own and giggled childishly.
.
.
.
I believe I like this Arthur better than mean, crabby old man Arthur.
I ruffled the chibi's hair and smiled at him, and when I stood, America sat looking sad at my feet.
I picked him up and hugged the two nations tightly.
"I'll let you help, Alfred." I whispered, and the two began clamoring with delight and/or anguish.
After a minute of tickling and threatening for no burgers or magic, I managed to lull them to sleep with their own Marukaite Chikyuu-s.
I couldn't move, however, because they rested on my lap and clung to my arms, so I just fell asleep there.
Hey, when you want to sleep you want to sleep…
I can take care of the legal whatnot in the next few days…or months.
I woke up to the sound of Italy once again.
But this time, there was a loud clatter, and more than an acceptable amount of screaming.
I shot up and saw Italy looking frantically in the kitchen.
"AHH, THIS IS TERRIBLE!" He screamed.
"W-what?" I asked.
Pure silence.
Pure, shocked, lamenting silence…
And then…
"We've run out of pasta!" Italy broke down and began crying.
I only noticed Germany behind me when I attempted to skin the Italian unit alive.
"YOU WOKE ME UP, YOU ITALIAN CHEEZIT!" I bellowed, and Italy tried to hide himself in the empty cabinet.
"Calm down, fraulein!" Germany said, holding me back as I still struggled to tackle Italy.
I sighed after a moment, and went to wake the Chibi's up, as the movers were now at the door, and began moving things out into the moving van.
I managed to pile everyone into my car and we left the apartment, and stalked the van into the country about 6 miles from the nearest Wal-Mart.
We pulled into the gravel driveway that was lined by trees and bushes.
America was, apparently, excited when he saw the large amount of space that the property had.
Leave your hopes and dreams with Fred, and you get some kind of reward in return…
I hopped out of the van and wandered to the moving van as it shut its engine off, and I began to open the back.
So many events happened after that, it was a blur.
First, I felt a crate come crashing down onto me.
Second, I felt the cold metal chains of said crate most likely leave me bruises.
Third, I heard a high voice screech—that was either Alfred, Arthur or Italy…
Fourth, I heard loud cussing.
That was probably me or Germany…I sincerely could not tell.
I wiggled out from under the box and pulled the manual from my back pocket.
"Hmm…I'll go with…this one!" I said, blindly picking an activation method; ooh, yay, I can do that…
"старший брат!" I shouted happily, doing my best Belarus impression—my friends said it was impressively (or horrifically) accurate.
The box began shaking gently, and I giggled, getting a bit too in-character.
Russia popped his head out of the box and he was crying, "Go away, go away, go AWAY!"
I snapped when I saw this expression, and calmed down.
Then he hugged me, noting that I was, in fact, not Belarus.
Just then did I notice little America and Arthur running to me.
"Hey, commie!" America shouted.
"Put Ginny down, you big fool!" Arthur followed.
Russia let me go and glared at the two chibi's, giving them that creepy I-will-kill-you-with-a-muffin-da glare that only Russia can give.
"Arthur…you should know better than to call names, young man," I said intolerantly, "that goes for you, too, Alfred."
The two mini-nations blushed and looked at their feet, digging their toes into the ground, and wandered back to Germany and a sleeping Italy.
"Sorry, Russia. Britain turned America and himself into chibi's and now they're almost twice as intolerable…" I said apologetically, and Russia merely nodded.
"Da, it is fine. I am just glad that Belarus is not anywhere near here," He replied.
I nodded.
"Sorry about that, too…" I said, mimicking the Chibi nation's actions.
"Again, all is forgiven…if you have vodka."
I nodded and wandered to the crate that Russia was in not moments ago, pulled a bottle of vodka from the box, and gave it to the unit.
"Da~!" He said, and I laughed, then had everyone help me move into the new house.
Then I piled everyone into the car when we finished, exhausted.
"Hey, hey, Ginny, where're we goin', huh? McDonald's?" Alfred questioned excitedly.
"No, we have to get everyone some beds…I'll let you pick your own bed out, too, and other furniture items," I responded tiredly; how could such a small being have so much energy?
America squealed, Arthur yelled at him, Germany was silent while Italy snored loudly, and Russia sat in shotgun.
We pulled up at the furniture store about a half a mile from Wal-Mart and found a space about three-fourths of the way up the lot, and went inside.
I received strange looks from everyone, and a few teenage girls giggled at the countries as we passed.
We ignored them and made our way to the bedroom department and I let the countries wander.
Bad idea.
"Virginia 'Ginny' Franklin, please report to the front of the department. Thank you." The P.A. announced, and I hastily made my way there to see the manager and two sniffling countries.
"W-we got lost," Arthur sniffled, and I aw-ed at them before picking them up in my arms and hugging them.
"You two were smart, but don't ever talk to strangers, mmkay?" I said, and they nodded, squeezing me tightly.
I swear, it's moments like this that make the stress worth it.
So cute, da?
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