So this past weekend I went to a somewhat local con called Neko-con. I effing loved it! I kept meeting up with this one Russia cosplayer and it was just amazing! He did the accent perfectly plus he had this girl playing Belarus. And I was also a dumb ass and was misty from Pokemon, shorts and all….
Anyway, I don't really know what else to say this time other than enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do however now own a SuFin pin, the first two volumes of the manga, and America and England Plushies. Thank you Neko-con!
P.S All typos will be fixed shortly. I just want to get this up.
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Have I ever said that Mom can be really persistent when he wants to be? If he wants to know something he will ask you about it over and over again until you tell him.
"Who was it, ve~?" Mom asks again. By this time Mom has thrown the covers onto the couch next to where I am sitting. Right now he is looking down at me with this look that just screams how much he wants to know the answer to the question he just asked.
"I told you, I really really CAN NOT tell you." I reply.
"Ve~! Why not?!"
"Because…Because… well I don't know really. I bet it has something to do with the space-time continuum though. Like maybe it would explode or create a black hole or something." I say already having run out of all of my other excuses. They were some really good ones to like 'I don't know' and 'I can't tell you' and let's not forget 'because I said so.'
I know they are horrible excuses, but they were all that I could come up with at the moment. After all in the end all I had to eat was some of the left over risotto that Mom had in the fridge. While it was delicious, it wasn't as good as normal because Mom had made it about two days before. Needless to say I was still kind of hungry, but even I have time limits when it comes to eating and it was getting pretty late.
"What's that?" Mom asked confusedly, tilting his head to the left.
"It's complicated."
"Oh."
"Yeah. It's better to not even try to explain it."
"Alright then~! So, who was on the phone?"
And now we were back to where we started.
"Why can't you just drop it?!" I plead trying to get Mom to see some form of reason.
"I just want to know! I hate not knowing anything! No one ever tells me anything! How can I help if I have no idea wants going on! I just want to help, ve~!" Mom wails.
Oh dear merciful God.
Mom is about to start crying. I hate it when Mom cries and I hate it more when I make him cry, which has only happened twice in my life. Once was when I yelled at him when I was going through some 'teenage angst' about fifty or so years ago. I yelled at him saying that he didn't know me and that if he really loved me he would just 'leave me the hell alone'. Needless to say he ended up in tears. The other was about 3 years ago and it was an accident I swear. Soma convinced us all to go 'off the grid' for a few days and go camping, and so I left a note for Mom and Dad on the counter telling them where I went and when I would be back. Or I thought I did. I kind of accidently packed it and took it with me, don't ask how because I don't even know. Anyway when I got home after five days I had a lot to atone for.
Needless to say the feeling it gives you to see Mom cry is horrendous. When it happens it feels like you have just kicked a puppy, and not just any puppy, a sad neglected little puppy who only wanted your help.
Yeah it is not a fun experience.
Avoid it at all costs, God knows I have tried.
"Fine, Fine! I will tell you, okay! Just please don't cry." I say trying to make him stop.
"Really?!" Mom asks, a bright smile lighting up his face and I have to wonder if him getting sad was just an act.
It really may just have been. That man knows the power of his tears.
"Yes, but don't ask any more questions, okay?" I ask.
"Alright. No questions. Got it." Mom says. Then he makes a zipping motion over his lips, and nods his head once as if telling me to continue.
"It was just England, Soma, Anippe, James, you and Germany."
And now the world is going to implode because this is the breaking point. I have finally told people in the past to much about the future and the world is going to end.
…
…
Or maybe not. I guess I am still safe, well at least for now.
"Ve~! That wasn't so hard was it?!" Mom says, clapping his hands together excitedly, like he just won a prize.
"No. No it actually wasn't." I answered still in shock, not only of the fact that the world hadn't imploded but also because Mom hadn't asked any more questions about the call.
"So…" Mom started.
It seems I spoke to soon.
"…I am going to go to bed now. Do you want me to turn off the lights for you when I leave?"
Or maybe not.
"Oh, um, yes please. Thank you."
"No problem! Anything for Germany's bambina!" Mom says as he seems to float towards all of the lights and light switches, turning them all off one by one.
And do you know what I want more than anything in this moment?
I just want to say 'Hey, I'm your daughter, too!'
But I don't dare.
Instead I keep my mouth shut and a smile on my face as I get settled onto the couch.
Believe it or not it is actually really comfortable and just by laying down I feel sleepier. My eye lids start to close before I can even think to stop them. Man I didn't know I was so tired. The world around me starts to fade away and all I want to do is just let it all disappear.
"Buona notte." I hear mom say though my tired fog.
"Gute Nacht." I manage to reply before the world goes black and I drift away.
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I wake up to the sound of pots and pans and someone singing off somewhere. There is a bright light that seems to come from everywhere and for a moment all I want to do is pull the covers over my head and ignore the outside world to the absolute best of my ability.
And then the world around me takes form.
The pots and pans are no longer just background noise. I can hear something being lifted off of what I assume is the stove while the other has something else being stirred in it. If I had to go on smell alone I would say it was milk being stirred and heated as well as sausage coming out of what I can now safely assume is a pan. It was a concoction of smells that had often greeted me when I was younger and lived with Mom and Dad, as it was and still is one of my favorite breakfasts. I would also bet my life there are some biscotti over there as well, considering how much Mom loves it.
The random singing becomes Mom singing an Italian lullaby that he learned when he was younger. He tends to sing it whenever he is doing housework, a trait he passed down to me. The sound that was spilling from his lips was sweet and it lifted my spirits after not hearing him sing it since the last time I spent the night at Mom and Dads house.
I open my eyes and am almost blinded because some idiot has placed a mirror right above the television that is right in front of me. But the mirror itself is not the problem. The problem is that it is across from the window. In other words the sunlight was reflected directly into my eyes.
Not fun.
I may have yelped a bit in pain…
Just a bit.
"Hey Germany, I think Sparentano is awake!"
Wait, Germany…
Germany?!
Dad was here?!
At this information I can't help but let out another yelp and fall quite ungracefully off of the couch. Man this day was starting off painfully.
"Ve~! Are you alright?!" Mom yells in worry as he rushes over to help me up.
"I'm alright, I'm alright." I assure him as he helps me to me feet.
"Are you sure?" I hear another voice that is just as familiar to me as my mother's ask. And then I look at him.
And by him I mean Dad, not Mom.
He was sitting on one of the barstools only a few feet away from me. He was dressed in a black suit and white dress shirt, and he looked ready for a day at an office, though the truth was that he would probably spend all day calming down the nations. His eyes are what caught my attention though. He had this look in them that was far too familiar. It was the look that he always made when I would fall and scrape my knee, or do anything that would cause me pain in general.
It was a look of concern.
It was the look that only a parent can give their child.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine. I promise." I manage to get out even if it sounded a bit jerky. My eyes never left Dad's.
Dad seems to look at me a bit more closely, as if to tell if I was lying. I must have passed that test though because the look in his eyes changes and the worry that was once present there is gone.
"Ve~! That's good then!" Mom says as he starts to pull me towards the kitchen area. He swiftly deposits me onto a barstool. More specifically the barstool right next to Dad.
"Here have some breakfast! I made it just for you, ve~!" Mom continues on excitedly, taking a plate from the counter next to the stove and setting it in front of me. On it there is some sausage and a few biscotti, just like I thought. Next he sets down a rounded white coffee cup with milk in it next to the bowl.
"It's…" Mom starts.
"German sausage, biscotti and warm milk." I interrupt. Both Mom and Dad look at me a bit surprised, though why I have no idea. Do I have something on my face? Oh well.
"It's my favorite." I continue.
"Well that's lucky~!" Mom gushes. "I hope you like it."
"I will, after all you are a great cook." I say with a smile.
"Ve~! Thank you! Did you hear that Germany! She thinks I am a great cook!" Mom gushes to Dad.
"Yes, I heard Italy." Dad replies. Then he turns and looks at me.
"I want to say I am sorry for the way I acted the other day. I did not handle the situation and was not even able to offer you a place to stay for the night. The way I handled the information presented to me was not appropriate at all. I know I am not yet your father, but in the future I will be. As such it is only right that I take care of you and provide for you. I will make sure you get home. I am sure the other me is very worried about you." He says and I can tell that everything he is saying is genuine.
"A-Ah, no it's alright. To be honest I think I may have fainted if my future child suddenly appeared in front of me. Either that or I may have had a bit of a breakdown and started blubbering unintelligibly, because let's face it no manual can prepare you for something like that. All things considered I think that you managed the situation very well. Not to mention that you are here now, and that is all that really matters in the end, right?" I say my eyes not leaving his face.
His entire demeanor seems to become less rugged and quite a bit more relaxed as he replies with a simple, "Ja."
And then he smiles at me, and I remember why I love my Dad.
Because he is always there no matter what.
And no matter when.
"Not to mention Germany in the future already knows that she is safe! Right Sparentano?" Mom pipes in.
At this dad gives me a look that can only be named as 'unbridled confusion'.
"How is that possible?" Dad asks.
"Can I tell him, Sparentano?! Can I?! Can I?!" Mom asks with all the giddiness of a five year old in a toy store with an unlimited amount of money to spend.
"Well, you might as well. But just try and only tell him the very bare basics okay. I don't need a rip in time and space to appear and swallow me whole for creating paradoxes."
Mom tilts his head to the left and begins to look as if he is going to ask something.
"Just don't think about it and answer!" I say hurriedly though not roughly, because I already know the question that would be coming my way, and I did not want to discuss time and space paradoxes over breakfast thank you.
"Ve~! Okay so the England in the future made her super awesome future cell phone she has work so she can talk to people in the future. And so they called her last night and there were a bunch of people there who I don't know. Well one was called So-something and then there was Ani-whatchamacallit and James. And you were there and so was I. So they know that she is safe! Isn't that great Germany!"
And of course, true to fashion, Mom told this story with many large and exaggerated hand motions and gestures.
"Ja. But I have to wonder, who are those other three people Sparentano?" Dad asked
"They are just some friends. Actually they are all my very best friends. You know the new nations I told you about. They are all good people I swear! I mean the you in the future likes them!" I hurriedly blurt out. Dad does not need to know about the conniption fit he had when he found out I was dating Soma.
"Well." Dada said, "If you say so. I will have to trust my future selves judgment on who you hang out with."
So I don't need to explain anymore than that?
I mentally pat myself on the back: Potential Crisis Averted.
And then I finally started to eat my breakfast, and Mein Gott it was delicious. Mom and Dad kept themselves bust cleaning up the kitchen and talking amongst themselves. I really paid their conversation no real mind.
But when I finished my last sip of milk Dad asked a question I was not expecting to hear.
"So, why was your mother not with the future me and the others when they were trying to contact you? I mean you never mentioned her and neither did Italy. Is there something I am missing?"
Oh Dad, why in the hell are you so observant?!
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