Hello guys. Its Liberty again.
Tell me is this story crap? Should I quite writing it? Should I stop writing all together?
Please answer these questions. As always I apologize for any mistakes. Also, I apologize for not publishing sooner, I was a little stuck on ideas for this chapter and was working on another story. Also, I was lazy and playing Sims and watch paranormal shows.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and any thing else I mentioned that I don't own.
Pretty sure this is Third POV.
After school the children and mother would meet up in Central Park. As usual when the first children arrived, Heracles and the 9 year-olds, their mother sat there with 3 cups of coffee and several other cups of assorted drinks.
"Hey Mom." Heracles said, sitting down and taking a coffee.
"Hello Mon/ Mommy/ Mitera/ Möder," the girls (and Asher) said sweetly before grabbing their respected drinks, "Can we go play?"
" Don't go to far." Alekx said, sighing, there was no way out of them going to play.
They quickly ran off, not even heading her warning. Again she sighed.
"You know, you shouldn't let them just run off like that." her normally quiet, and stoic son said, laughing to himself.
"Oh, shut up. I raised you didn't I?, the woman said glaring at him, "Where is your brother?"
"How should I know where that freeloading Swede is."he said scoffing.
"Heracles, he isn't Swedish, so why do you insist on calling him that?"
"He acts like a Swede."
"I will not stand for such stereotyping in my household."
"Oh come on, Mom. It's nothing serious."
"No what is serious is that our little sister got into a fight at school and missed first period." Anew, calm voice joined the conversation, as the "Swede" himself grabbed the last coffee and seated himself at the small table. Said sister grabbed her and Dietrun's drink, before plunking down beside him.
"Socorro Milana C..." Alkex started before being cut off by Dietrun.
"Hey, Mutti. I won the writing contest."he shouted, jumping up and rummaging in his bag to find his essay.
"That's great hunny, but it was to be expected." she said,anger draining away.
"But Françoise and Heracles won too."he said, jumping up and down, before Socorro pulled him down.
"Thanking you for informing me of this, Heracles." his mother said, voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Well I figured the little dudet would want to tell you."
"I'm not a girl!" Dietrun exclaimed.
"So Diet, what did you get for winning."Oslo said, before Heracles and Diet could start fighting, or Socorro could beat Heracles up.
"Well we get the chance to go and meet world reps at the upcoming World Conference. And the entire family can go."
"And when is it?"
"December 21" Dietrun muttered this and hung his head.
"What!You can't expect to do that instead of doing something for Mom's birthday." Heracles said, speaking up.
"Calm down, Heracles. It's fine by me of we do that. Besides, if it wasn't for that there was no way I couldn't have got off work." she said, placing a hand on his arm and calming him.
She turned to Oslo and asked,"Where are the others?"
"Gilbert called and he's picking Emilia, Aurelio, and Winifred up. The twins, Nikolai, and Anastasia are walking. Adela said something about the mall. Wolfie, well I haven't seen him all day. And the others have band practice."Oslo said, leaning back and taking a sip of coffee.
"Speaking of their band, did they decide on a name?" Heracles said, leaning forward.
"Triple Trouble Band. How they came up with it, I will never be able to imagine."Dietrun said.
"Oh, and Adela left at 2:15 cause she had free period for 7th and should be here soon."Heracles said, just to counter Oslo.
"I'm already here!" a loud voice exclaimed, as a young girl attacked Heracles.
"Adela, get off me!" Heracles said, pushing his (hyper) younger sister off and towards her drink.
"Aw, but Hercy..."she said, whining and putting at the same time.
"Just go watch the younger ones and leave me alone." "Hercy" said pushing her away.
She skipped away, launching their small group into silence. Even when the others showed up they remained silent.
Suddenly a scream interrupted their peaceful outing. Immediately Alekx jumped up and ran to where the younger ones were playing.
As she rounded the corner she saw a frightening sight. The 9 year-olds (minus Asher) were staring at the sight of a man enveloping Françoise in a hug and Asher beating on his side demanding she be let go.
She stalked toward the man, bringing the gun off her hip.
"Sir, I am a Federal Agent and must insist that you let my daughter go."she said, pointing the gun at his head and pushing Asher away.
"Mamon, its okay." said daughter spoke up."Your crushing me!"
Quickly the man put her down, apologizing..
"Hello, Madam. I'm glad to finally meet you, Fran speaks often of you often."the man addressed her, sticking out his and and shacking hers.
She quickly went through a list of accents in her head and finally decided it was Polish.
"Pleasure to meet you too. I'm sorry, but I've never heard my daughter mention you before."
"Yes I have, Mamon. This is the man I work for, Warrack. Didn't I tell I'm an intern at a fashion company?"
"No you didn't, but if I may ask, how old are you?" Alekx said turning to Warrack, concerned that her daughter was worked for an older man, and a handsome one at that. What , with short light brown hair, bright green eyes, and fashion sense, she could her daughter doing almost anything heasked.
"I'm 18, Madam."
"How did you become a fashion designer if your only 18?"
"Actually, Madam, I'm just an assistant and she is my intern. My father owns the company and sometimes I sneak her designs into his review portfolio."
Aleks relaxed,not that she wanted her daughter being friends with a n 18 year old, but she could tell he had good intentions.
"Now I must be going. I just saw Fran and just had to tel her the news and my dad is waiting for me."
"Bye, War!" Fran shouted after him, waving.
"We'll talk about this later, but what news did he tell you?"
"My design is going to be featured in an upcoming show." she shouted.
"That's great! We'll celebrate with cake, tonight. Now let's go home." Alekx said before going off to collect the rest of her children and go home.
And end.
Who's Warrack really? And now you know Socorro and Alejandro's last initial, though they're quite obvious. Also, I know nothing about the fashion industry and will probably make mistakes about it.
Ciao~~~~