Thank you all for being patient. I haven't really had time to write lately, with school and Christmas coming up... Anywho, this chapter isn't very interesting, but there is some important things in it. Hope you enjoy.
P.S. Most of you were right... read and find out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, but I do own a really tiny Christmas tree.
The woman was just staring at me, her bright green eyes not moving. Not that I was any better. She had on a slightly creepy, slightly sweet smile. She stared at me for a good two minutes before talking again. She sighed, her smile falling a bit.
"Well," She spoke slowly, as if not to scare me any further than I already had been.
"I'm making breakfast down stairs, if you're hungry?" She said.
"You're welcome to come down anytime you feel comfortable." She gave me one last smile before she slowly made her way back to the door.
I contemplated on what she had said. My head was screaming no, that it was a bad idea, she could be one of them for all I knew, but my stomach had other ideas. I could hear my stomach growling. I stayed laying down for a good few minuets, listening to my stomach growl. My brain was racing, I didn't know what to do. On one hand, if I didn't get food soon, I would starve to death, and on the other, she could be a Nazi. But she could also just be a good person. I took a deep breath and sat up.
I slowly moved one foot from beneath the warm comforter. My toes touched the cool wooden floor. I noticed a pair of slippers and put them on. I faced the door and began to make my way to it. I reached the door and instinctively grabbed the knob. I wasn't surprised that the door was now unlocked. I cracked it open. I peeked my head through to get a look. There were two other doors, and a stair case. I opened the door completely now, stepping out of the bedroom I had previously been in.
I could hear the old wood creak beneath my feet. I walked down the hallway, making a bee line towards the stair case. I passed one of the doors on my way to the stairs. I paused for a moment. I turned towards the door. This door was different from the one I had come out of and the one on the other side of the hall. Instead of the dark brown of the other two doors, this one was white and very intricately carved with all different types of flowers. I touched the door, feeling the beautiful carvings beneath my fingers. I looked up to see a name beautifully carved into the door.
'Emilia'.
I removed my hand from the door. I felt sad now, like a sad kind of energy took over me. I gave the door one last look before slowly making my way back to the stair case.
I walked down the stairs, grabbing the railing for support. I reached the bottom and almost suddenly the aroma of bacon, eggs and other various breakfast foods, hit my senses. My stomach seemed to growl louder, causing me to walk faster towards the marvelous sent off food, totally forgetting that I was in a strange house, somewhere unknown to me.
I walked into, from what I could tell, was the kitchen of the small cottage like house. The smell was stronger now, making my poor empty stomach growl louder.
The room was small but cozy. I wasn't surprised to see the woman from before, standing in front of the small stove, removing the last, from what I could tell, of the bacon, and putting it onto a plate. She turned around, instantly noticing me in the doorway. She just looked at me, gave me another small smile and gestured to the table full of food, which she had just placed the plate of bacon on. I slowly stepped towards the table, grabbing the back of one chair and gently pulling it out from beneath the table.
She continued to smile at me, she gestured to the food once again. I took this as a sign that she wanted me to eat. We ate in silence. She had brought me a plate to put my food on, along with her self. The silence was nice, which was strange for me, because I'm usually a very loud person, but after what I had been through the silence was nice.
We quickly finished. I took the last bite of my toast and sighed contentedly. I hadn't had that much food in what felt like forever.
"It seems like you were hungry." she said looking at my now empty plate, which until recently had a pile of food on it. I nodded, giving her a small smile.
"Thank you," I said quietly, she smiled back.
"You are very welcome." She said as she gathered all the plates on the table. I quickly helped by grabbing the left over dishes she couldn't hold, and followed her to the sink.
"Oh, you don't have to help," She said placing the dishes in the small sink. I shook my head, placing the dishes I was holding in with the others.
"No, I insist. It's the least I can do." I said. She looked at me again, pausing for a moment before speaking.
"Alright, I'll let you dry them." I smiled at her as she handed me a dry wash cloth. She gave me on last smile and began to wash the first plate.
It was quiet for a few moments, but eventually we talked. She told me about how she found me on the ground the previous morning, and carried me back to her small home. I told her about my family, and how my parents and my brother were taken. She stopped scrubbing when I mentioned who they were taken by. Her face was frozen with a mixture of anger and sadness. I quickly changed the subject, noticing she clearly had mixed feelings about the current one. She seemed to calm down after a little while.
"I couldn't help but notice," I said, pausing a little. She looked up at me to continue.
"I couldn't help but notice, that you have a ring." I said my face slightly flushing. She stopped working and looked at her hand, a golden band placed on her ring finger. She smiled at it and looked back up to me.
"Are you... Are you married?"I asked, I kind of felt like I was prodding just a bit. She looked down at her hand again and smiled, her cheeks lightly flushing.
"Yes." She said simply. I smiled. It was quiet again. She finished scrubbing the last plate and handed it to me. She pulled the plug from the drain and looked back up to me.
"So, what about you?" She said walking over the pile of now clean and dry dishes. She opened the cabinets and began to put them away. I looked at her confused.
"I'm sorry?" She put a plate away and looked at me.
"Do you have someone?" My face instantly flushed.
"No." I said. I'd never been in love before.
"No, not even someone you like?" I shook my head.
"Well, thats a pity. Love is a very wonderful thing." She smiled at me and continued to put the dishes away.
"Don't worry though." she said, now putting the silverware away.
"You'll find someone."
H E T A L I A H E T A L I A H E T A L I A H E T A L I A H E T A L I A H E T A L I A
Three months had pass since I had first woken up to the small little cottage. I had come to find out that the nice womans name was Elizaveta, a Hungarian who moved to Germany to help her grandfather raise his farm. I had met her husband, an Austrian man named Roderich, one week after arriving, he was also very kind. He was very tidy and had neatly combed brown hair. He liked to play the small piano in the sitting area of the small house. I liked to listen to him play, he was very good. They were almost complete opposites, at the same time perfect for one another.
He had met Elizaveta on her grandfathers farm. He was poor and was a field worker for her grandfather, his mother was very sick so his father had asked his good friend, who owned a farm in Germany, if he had need of workers. He said yes, he had recently grown ill and he needed all the help he could find. Roderich quickly packed his things, said good bye to his family, and went to Germany to work.
Not very long after he began to work, the old man learned that Roderich was very good at playing the piano. Instead of making him work in the fields he gave him a job inside the house, playing piano for him, and his wife, who had also grown sick.
He hadn't been there long before Elizaveta arrived to help with the farm. They fought a lot, over stupid things, and they hated even spending one minute in the same room with each other. One day when she was out feeding the chickens she met another of her uncles workers. He was very handsome, he had platinum blond hair, almost white, he was very tall and instantly charmed her. They began seeing each other, having picnics and going horse back riding.
Roderich instantly didn't like him, saying that he was just using her to get on her grandfathers good side, he wanted to own the farm so he could sell it, and the fact that Roderich and secretly had a crush on her didn't help. Of course Elizaveta didn't believe him and continued to see him.
When her grandfather died and the will was read, stating that the farm was to be owned by the blond man, he instantly left her and sold the farm, which was soon knocked down and made in to a complex for homes. She, of course, had a broken heart, and no where to go.
Roderich had found a nice little cottage in the woods that was abandoned. He quickly fixed it up and began living in it. One day when he was in town, he spotted Elizaveta, who he had been harboring feelings for since he had first met her. They talked and she told him how she had nowhere to go after the farm was gone, and how she now worked as a maid to a wealthy man. He quickly offered her a room in his small home, with no rent. She politely declined, but he was persistent. She had eventually said yes.
Months had passed and eventually Elizaveta had fallen in love with him. One night, they were outside looking up at the sky, trying to find constellations. He planned on telling her that he loved her that night, but she beat him to it.
He eventually proposed, she said yes and they had been happily married since.
Thank you for reading, who ever guessed Hungary was right! (which was most of you!) CONGRATULATIONS MY SMART LIL' READERS! Also, I was thinking about writing a oneshot with the little back story of Austria and Hungary, so tell me what you think. Still no Ludwig, don't worry he will defiantly be in the next one, I promise.
Please review, I will tell Santa you were bad if you don't (Jk, or am I...)