Chapter 7!
In case anyone noticed, I gave all the chapters titles, instead of boring old "Chapter 1, Chapter 2" etc.
Thanks to Creek-Hitatchiin, InsanityAintOptional, and inudigifan201 for reviewing! :3
This slightly sad chapter will be in "your" point of view…I don't know what to call it.
3rd person or something.
o.o.o
When Virginia woke up the next morning, she discovered two things: one, it was dark and dreary outside.
Two, there was a certain Brit sitting on her stomach, attempting to wake her up.
"Ginny, there're more of them! God help us, there's more!" He cried out, and Virginia let out a frustrated groan.
"Alright, Arthur…thanks, you can get up now…" She slurred tiredly, and the child scrambled off of her stomach, allowing the woman to stand.
She found her feet—the bloody traitors, she thought—carrying her toward the new crates.
She picked up the first file and read the first line, and then with another groan she wobbled toward her laptop.
She opened it, went to Youtube and began playing "Bella Italia", an (obviously) Italian pop song.
The first box opened quickly, and the brunette male unit inside it let out a happy yell.
Romano.
Virginia smirked at him.
"Hey, you!" He said, noticing the woman, standing and giving him a half-lidded, "I'm you're most awesome superior" gaze.
"Who, me?" Virginia asked innocently.
"Si!" Romano replied assertively.
"What about me?" Virginia asked, crossing her arms.
"Um…why am I here? Why was I in a box! Give me answers!" Romano demanded.
(PS: For the sake of the fact that the Authoress doesn't like swearing, Virginia has not recounted the many child-unsafe words Romano has used.)
"Hmm…You're here because you're now mine. You were in a box because I said so. I am the Supreme Awesomeness Virginia." Virginia said, and for a second, Romano believed her…then Germany appeared, trying to hold Prussia back.
"Nein! I'm the Awesome one here!" Prussia shouted.
"No way, Beer-Boy." Virginia replied dully, with a tone not unlike the human form of Greece.
Prussia looked about to explode ranting (again) when Romano cut him off with a snigger.
"Pfft, she's got you there…Beer-Boy." He snickered, and soon enough Prussia had jumped the Italian in a fit of rage.
"Aiyah!" Virginia shouted, frustrated.
She sighed, and as Germany tried to separate the two dueling nations, she began thumbing through the next manual—China's.
Thank the lord, a mature unit…! Virginia thought, relieved.
Deciding that option 2 would work best, since Virginia didn't know a lick of Chinese (except hello) she decided to sing Italy's Marukaite Chikyuu.
"Marukaite Chikyuu, Marukaite Chikyuu, Marukaite Chikyuu, boku Hetalia!
Aaah, hitofude de, mieru subarashii sekai~
Nagagutsu de kampaii da, Hetalia~!"
China jumped out of his box.
"Japan, aru~! My little brother, where are you? … Where is Japan, aru?" China looked around and turned to Virginia.
"He's not here…yet." The woman sighed, and China nodded.
"Well now that everyone's here, time to show you to your room. Please follow me." Virginia said robotically.
China nodded, and Germany and Virginia dragged Romano and Prussia apart.
The woman showed the two new nations to their rooms, and after that, when everyone had woken and eaten some form of breakfast, she had announced that she was going for a walk—to the cemetery about a mile and a half away.
"Okay, guys. Listen, please…I'm going for a walk. Don't break anything because if you do, I'll break you…" Virginia said, halfheartedly warning the group of men.
She grabbed a jacket from a coat-rack on the wall near the front door and also took a small Swiss-army knife.
As she walked along the forested pavement, she hummed the tune of Missing, a sorrowful, slow tune that befitted her mood quite well at the moment.
She had absolutely no idea about the Bad Touch Trio that was stalking her…sort of.
If they were, in fact, stalking her, they were very poor stalkers.
Prussia kept chattering about his "awesomeness", Spain and France just had a fairly normal conversation.
About tomatoes.
And cheese.
Virginia stopped at a flower shop, and got three bouquets of roses: one yellow, one white and one pink.
Then she went on walking, seemingly with no destination, just mixing the roses together…
The group was surprised to see Virginia turn down a slightly-worn dirt path, underneath a black iron archway, into a lot, which the content of was hidden by tall, neatly-trimmed hedges and trees.
The trio turned and kept following the young woman, and watched her kneel in front of what seemed to be at least two graves.
The overcast sky was reflecting onto all four of the living people present—nation or not, weather still affected their moods.
Virginia positioned herself comfortably in front of the graves, and set the roses in a small vaselike tube at the head of each stone.
Spain and Prussia sent France over to see what was going on, and of course, being the Frenchie he is, he sauntered over and breathed down her neck seductively.
"Bonjour, ma cherie…~"
"N-not now, Francis. I'm busy talking with my family…" It was obvious that the girl was holding back tears.
France looked closely at the gravestones.
James Franklin
1961 – 2010
Loving father, husband and brother.
Rest In Peace.
Kaitlyn O'Neill
1963-2008
RIP, mother, daughter, sister.
France was taken aback.
How in the name of all things holy was this girl standing?
To lose her entire family in the short time of just two years!
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the very quiet sobs emanating from the girl sitting in front of him, along with her shaky voice, speaking unintelligible words.
Virginia was suddenly engulfed by the now-Overprotective-Big-Brother-Mode-France.
"W-wha—?"
"Non, do not speak…just let it out, ma cherie, it will be alright…" France assured softly.
Virginia resumed her crying, and stood, accepting the Frenchman's hug—that was, in fact, just a normal, comforting hug.
Prussia and Spain chose that moment to show themselves, running over and taking a look at the situation.
"Nein, don't cry. Crying is unawesome!" Prussia announced, and earned a smack over the head from Spain and France, consecutively—who then returned to hugging the broken woman.
"S-shut up, Beer-Boy…Nyeh!" Virginia said, wiping the tears from her eyes, and sticking her bright pink tongue out at the albino.
Prussia pouted, and shuffled over, opening his arms.
Virginia's vivid-green eyes rolled, and she smiled, hugging the Prussian.
They may not have been the closest, but they were friends.
At least, they tolerated each other…for the most part.
For instance, later at the house…
The Bad Touch Trio was huddled in a corner of the living room, discussing the events of earlier in the day.
They hadn't told anyone, but when Virginia had come home with reddened eyes, the chibis (and Russia) got suspicious of the Trio's activities.
So they confronted her, on the same team—for once.
"Dude, how come you were cryin'?" America questioned.
"Because I…went to go visit some family." Virginia responded, nibbling on a rather large chunk of milk-chocolate.
"It doesn't sound like the visit went over very well," Arthur said, crawling onto the woman's lap and giving her a hug.
"Da." Russia added.
"Well…I don't really want to talk about it. I'm just glad that France isn't as…French…as usual." Virginia said, attempting to change the subject.
Arthur nodded, and cuddled into her.
America decided to join the cuddle fest, and after a minute of cuddling the smaller nations, Virginia stood and risked giving Russia a hug.
Said country was taken aback, just a bit, by the affection, but no one said he didn't like it.
He returned the hug, and China burst into the kitchen happily.
"Oh, I want a hug, too, aru!"
And so the hug-fest continued.
Weird ending, I know.
I wanted to get this done before my computer shuts off, so yeah…
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