Gomen Nasai! Gomen Nasai! (Bangs head against the floor while begging for forgiveness for leaving this for so long!) I really never ever ever meant for this to happen. Needless to say my life got really crazy really fast. If you guys want to know what happened I will explain more at the end of the chapter but for now I will just let you get on to the new chapter.
Oh and by the way, since you guys voted for it to happen, ITALY WILL FIND OUT THE TRUTH! I have the scene all planned out in my head and it will be amazing I promise.
Now really onto the story… after the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, I do however own the plot as it is completely the child of my thought process.
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Facts of My Life( or just things you need to know in general):
Nation Name: Sparentano
Human Name: Nadja Vargas-Beilschmitt
Mother: Italy
Father: Germany
Uncles: Romano and Antonio on Mom's side and Prussia on Dad's (though sometimes he lets me call him Gilbert, but that's mostly after he has spent a few days at Canada's house who should be my Uncle too… Prussia just needs to get a move on and propose already.)
Living Situation: I live at my house but I used to live with Mom and Dad at Dad's house. Uncle Prussia used to live there too until he got his house back. Now he only goes to dad's house (more specifically his basement) when he gets kicked out by Canada for being stupid and doesn't want to go home alone. When I wasn't being raised by those three, I saw an awful lot of Austria. I guess he felt bad about how I was created so he offered to teach me to play music, though the only thing I am good at is the Violin. I also saw a lot of Uncle Romano and Spain, but not as much when Dad was home. I live on my own now though, and yet my house always still seems to be filled with friends and family.
Friends: I am pretty good friends with some of the older nations, like France, who I enjoy verbally sparring with, and England whose magic I have to admit is as awesome as it is messed up. Mostly I am closest to the three countries closest to my age. One of them is the Republic of Alaska, though I just call him his human name, which is James. Then there are the twins Olyras, the elder sister of the two and whose human name is Anippe, and Engya the younger brother whose human name is Soma. Anippe makes up what used to be East Egypt and the Soma takes up what used to be the west. The four of us are best friends and when we get together, hell can ensue.
Like what is happening right now…
So you know what? Starting right here and right now I am not going to say that things can't get any worse, or that this is as bad as it gets. Because when I do I am always wrong.
Sometimes it seems like the universe really is out to get me. I mean who else ends up in a situation like this?
No one that's who.
But yet here I stand, surrounded by a dumbstruck Uncle Antonio, a worried France and a smiling Mom.
The moment seems to break though when a huge grin spreads across Uncle Antonio's face. I can't tell you how to describe the look on his face without sounding like a horribly cheesy romance novel, but let me tell you one thing, he was glowing. I have only seen that look on his face once before, and that was on the day of his and Uncle Romano's wedding. Needless to say it was stunning.
With some new found confidence, and unbridled joy, Uncle Antonio turned around and started banging on the door to Uncle Romano's room.
"Lovi~! Let me in!"
"B-B-Bastard! What are you still doing here?!" I hear through the door.
Ah so he hadn't left, well at least not all the way. I could only hope that was a good sign.
"I need to see you Lovi~!"
"Why, you Tomato Bast-"
"Because I love you~!"
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Cue awkward silence.
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"Well that's my sign to leave. Come on M- mister we need to get out of here and give them some alone time." I say grabbing Mom's hand. I am so embarrassed that I had to hear my Uncles love confession. Not to mention I almost called Mom, well Mom.
I start pulling Mom down the hallway before stopping and turning back over my shoulder to see France standing their dumbstruck. Good to know I am not the only one shocked by my Uncle's blatant confession.
"France, that means you too. Let's get a move on!"
That seemed to jar him from his stupor and he quickly hurried after us. I start moving again when France catches up and the last thing I see before I turn a corner is the door to Uncle Romano's room start to open. I don't stop until we were several hallways away.
"Sparentano~! Ve, why would you make us leave?!" Mom whines.
"Because I know those two and I know that they would have never finished that conversation had we stayed. I may have already caused them to not get married because of my screw up with that picture, so I am not putting their relationship in any more danger than it already is! Man if that happens, everyone will kill me! I don't want to die! I just want to go home, eat some pasta, cuddle on the couch with Soma and forget that this ever happened! I mean I love seeing you guys so young but it's so hard not to tell you things! I want to tell you everything but I can't because then I might not exist and I like existing! I really really do! I have so much I want to do before I die and I haven't done even a tiny bit of it!"
At first I had started it out relatively calm, but as I spoke more and more I seemed to just get increasingly worked up. Before I knew it I was crying and Mom and France were looking at me as if I just grew wings. This is how it always happened when I got upset, and I had no control over it. That was the bad thing about being the daughter of Germany and Italy. Mom is known to be very emotionally forward, and I got that trait straight from her. I got my constant worrying from Dad. Not the best combination ever.
"E-Eh?! You could not be born?! That's horrible! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I should have never shown that picture to fratello!" Mom cries.
"Non, it is I who am at fault. I distracted her, so much so that she did not even think to censor herself!" France rebuttles.
"V-Veh?! But I was the one that told Spain it was Fratello in the picture!"
"But I…." France continues.
"No, No! If I hadn't…" wails Mom.
And for a while this back and forth continues between the two of them, each one insisting that the blame lays more on them than the other.
Looking at them I feel like I am home again, back at one of my World meetings. A part of me expects to hear America jump in with a claim that 'He is the Hero, and that he must be at fault for not using superpowers to foresee the event.' Then England would chime in that it was his fault in the first place for 'messing up that ruddy spell.' Dad would chime in that he was to blame because he should have 'bought me a manual that covered something like this.' Soma would cut in saying that 'he should have been there for me.' Next James and Anippe would butt in and say that 'as my best friends they should have kept me away from faulty spells'. And on it would continue.
I can see it so clearly in my mind's eye that I start to giggle.
Then I begin to chuckle.
Then I am laughing.
I am laughing so hard I can barely breathe.
I can feel the stress melting off of me in waves as each bark of laughter escapes from my lips. It feels so good to just let go that once I start I can't stop. With each peel of laughter it is like a layer of anxiety evaporates off of my skin.
I can feel Mom's and France's eyes on me but I can't care less.
This feeling is so wonderful.
So completely freeing.
For the first time since I got here, everything seems okay.
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I now find myself back in Mom's room, on the couch, ready to settle in for the night. After what Mom and France thought was a mental breakdown, I really felt much better. After I explained said supposed breakdown we decided to split up for the night, and see how things went in the morning. So Mom and I came back here and France went to go talk to England.
Why England?
Well he said, and I quote "If this is so serious we need to get you back home as soon as possible, non? So I shall go talk to him, and make sure he is working on that spell of his. The last thing we need is for you to stop existing after all. I am sure your Father would throw a fit if you did, and probably start World War III." And he did wink at the end, so I knew the WWIII comment was all in good fun.
"Ve~ are you sure you don't want to sleep in my bed? It is really warm and comfy and I don't mind the couch." Mom says for about the third time.
"No." I reply "I am perfectly fine with the couch. Plus this is your hotel room, and that is your bed, and I am not about to take it from you."
At this Mom looks a little upset. I know he is just trying to be nice but so am I. I could never live with myself knowing I made MY MOM sleep on a couch. I would feel bad about it for too long, to even consider allowing it to happen.
"If you are sure."
"No, I really am good, I promise."
"Ve~ Then let me just go get you a blanket! I will only be a minute. Or five. I have to find the spares."
And I watch as he bounds off to his bedroom, completely oblivious that his daughter is sitting on his couch.
I find it oddly funny.
What I don't find funny is when I start hearing a loud obnoxious beeping in my ear.
A beep that is all too familiar.
It has to be a joke, it just has to!
Instinctively my hand reaches up and presses against the tiny plastic contraption in my ear, otherwise known as the earpiece of a Chip. For those of you who live in some of the less technologically advanced countries a Chip is a tiny microchip that is placed behind your ear and serves as a cellular device. You can send and receive texts with a thought and go online in your mind. If you close your eyes the world literally becomes your phone screen and your thoughts your mouse and Keyboard. The only thing you need to do manually is answer phone calls.
"H-Hello?" I ask cautiously, fully expecting there to be no one on the other line.
I mean it's not like I can get phone calls from the future.
Right?
"Nadja?! Is that you?! Oh please tell me it is because we are all freaking out over here! Your mom is in hysterics and your dad looks as if he is going to kill someone, maybe even me! England is close to hyperventilating and James and Anippe have even stopped movie night to freak out! Man this really had better be you on the other end or I think just about everyone in the room will go into cardiac arrest. I mean my heart is beating so fast that if it doesn't slow down soon I may pass out."
"Woah woah woah! Hold on a minute! Is that you Soma!" I cry out, not even caring if Mom hears me in the other room and thinks I am insane for seemingly yelling at thin air.
"Oh dear God it is you Nadja! Hear that guys it's her! She's okay!"
I can hear a bunch of shouting in the background, and most of it is just a bundle of noise but I am able to make out a few words here and there. I can hear Mom cry to Dad just how happy he is to know that his baby it safe. James is telling Anippe that he knew I was fine all along. The only word I can make out from England is the word 'Wanker'.
And let me tell you something.
It is amazing to hear their voices.
"Hey are you still there?" Soma asks after a minute.
"Yeah." I reply my voice wobbly.
"You alright?!" He asks concern lacing his voice.
"I'm fine. I just miss you guys."
Apparently Mom heard because I can hear him yell "I miss you too Bambina! And so does your Papa! We all miss you!"
"Am I on speaker phone?" I ask.
"Well no, I just have my volume turned up really loud so they can hear. And don't get on me about it ruining my eardrums. I am a nation I am pretty sure I won't go deaf from having it up a little loud."
"How are we even managing to talk anyway? The last time I checked you couldn't call people over the stretches of time and space."
"Oh that's easy." Soma replies. "England just used a little magic to connect my Chip and yours. He said it was a little difficult but nothing he couldn't handle."
Wait just a clock tick.
England was using magic!?
He shouldn't be using magic!
"England! I know you can hear me you great buffoon! Why in the name of all that is Holy would you use some of your currently very limited magic to create this link! It makes no sense! You should be storing your magic so you can bring me back, not wasting it on things like this!"
There was silence on the other line for only a second before England's voice invaded my ear.
"Calm down, this was necessary. How do you think I will be able to get you back if I don't know when and where you are? Think for a moment would you. It would also seem that I need to borrow the magical power of the past me as well and to do that we need to cast the spell at the same time. To do that we need to be in communication. So as you can see establishing this link was very important."
And I feel like an idiot.
Of course I should have known that England would not have done this for no good reason, but… well I guess I am not thinking clearly today.
"Sorry England." I mumble.
And that is when Mom walks back into the room, holding a big downy blanket and giving me an odd look.
"You are forgiven. Now where and when are you?"
"Um can I get back to you on that?" I ask.
"Ve~! Who are you talking too?" Mom asks curiously.
"Hey, was that me?!" asks Mom
Woah… this is weird.
"Um, I'm on the phone. England in my time set it up so we can talk and get me back home." I say deciding to answer the Mom that was physically in my presence.
"Nadja, who are you talking to?" questions dad speaking up.
"Ve~! Really! That is so cool~!" says the mom that was currently walking closer to me.
I decide to wrap this up.
"Look guys I am in 2012." I say recalling the calendar I had seen earlier. "I will give you more info tomorrow. I have to go now bye!"
Before I hang up though I hear Soma clearly yell, "Your where?!"
And then the line goes dead.
"So," I say looking up at Mom. "How about we talk in the morning?"
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And for those of you who care, this is what happened. About three weeks ago my 15 year old sister miscarried her baby. Now some would say this is a blessing in disguise but that baby was the blessing. Because of the life growing inside of her, my sister laid off of all the stuff that she had been doing wrong and got back on the right path. She was going to graduate early and go to college. Needless to say the loss hit us hard, especially since the day before we had been on skype discussing baby names.
Then the next week my adoptive grandmother died. I had lived next to her for years and she was my best friends paternal grandmother. She was a very important figure in my life and I couldn't even make it to the funeral.
Then just last week my adoptive father died. Like my adoptive grandmother I had known him a long time, in this case my entire life. He had literally come to see me in the hospital when I was born and he is the father of one of my other best friends. I can't tell you all the memories we shared.
So all of that on top of school work and breaking up with my boyfriend left me very uninspired for a while. But it's alright now and I am back on track. Expect to get chapter every week or every other week from now on!