Info about that long Hiatus is at the bottom if you care lol.
Disclaimer: I SWEAR I DON'T OWN HETALIA! HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO ASK THIS! DO YOU ENJOY TORTURING ME! *Runs off to cry in a corner and grow mushrooms*
You know the saying that time seems to fly when you are having fun? Well it's true. I cannot tell you how long we actually all were there together, just joking and laughing with one another. Soon enough however people start to slowly trickle out of my mom's hotel room.
The first people to leave are Finland, Sweden and Sealand. The younger nation had started to get tired and was becoming, as England put it, "a horrible insufferable brat." Apparently nine o'clock was his bedtime and it was just now turning nine thirty. The trio leaves with little fuss and I promise to play more Go-Fish with Sealand later.
Time continues on and not even a half of an hour later Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Austria and Hungary begin to leave as well. Lichtenstein has been getting sleepier and Switzerland will not let her go back to the room alone. Austria is an early riser so I can tell that even ten o'clock is late for him as he and Hungary stroll out the door arm and arm. I can't help but wonder how much longer it is until they get remarried.
The next hour is a lot of fun. We end up putting on the television and gather around it like a bunch of kids at a slumber party. Well all of us except for Russia who stands a bit back and to the side, not that I blame him really with Poland being here. He puts on some ridiculous reality show that he is taking quite seriously while the rest of us just laugh. I mean the girls on this show are seriously demented in the most hilarious of ways.
Poland, Lithuania, Denmark, Norway, and Iceland all leave as the program is over. Poland is yelling about how it is so uncool of us to be making fun of his show and that he will go watch it in his room where we cannot interrupt him. He grabs Lithuania's arm and they are out of the door in a flash. Until this moment I had no idea that Poland could run so fast. The things you learn when dealing with reality shows. Denmark, Norway, and Iceland leave because Denmark was going to get us some more 'party materials.' However Norway is no idiot and he effectively bands Denmark from the room allocating himself to make sure the idiot did not try and sneak back in. Iceland leaves with them because he apparently did not want to have to put up with all of us.
It is down to just me, Mom, Dad, England, Canada, Uncle Romano, Uncle Spain, Canada, Uncle Prussia, Russia, France and America, when England suggests a scary movie to watch. I swear that America leaves the room so fast that I can see skid marks.
"Don't worry!" America yells as he bursts out of the room. "I will make sure there are no actual ghosts here, because I am the hero!"
I look at England and ask, "That was just to get him to leave wasn't it?"
"Well yes. The fact is that it is getting late and you should be getting some rest. If I asked him to leave for that reason though he never would have. Unfortunately that means I now have to go track him down to make sure he doesn't attack an innocent civilian out of fear." He replies looking not all that pleased. With that he gets up off the couch and begins to leave the room. At the doorway he pauses and turns around to look back at us. "The rest of you should let her rest as well."
And with that he is gone.
"Ve~! That was so smart of England! I would have never thought that you are sleepy Nadja!" Mom says looking at me slightly concerned.
"Only a little bit." I answer. I am still have a good deal of energy left, though at the same time I feel exhausted.
"Well, I will take that as my cue." Russia says and it echoes as if he were standing right behind me. I jump and turn around to see he is actually several feet behind the couch. "I would like to stay, but I think I will have more fun if I leave."
"What do you mean?" I ask stupidly as he starts to stroll towards the exit.
"Simple. I will find Comrade America first and give him a good scare." He replies with a creepy smile on his face. It is the kind of thing that sends shivers down your spine and makes you want to hide under your covers.
"O-okay then. Have fun! Please don't kill me!" Mom practically shouts at the sight. He hides himself partially behind Dad and he is not looking at Russia. Can't say I blame him though.
"Ja." Is Russia's only reply as he leaves.
"Well then, I guess I should give these to you and then leave. Birdie you are coming with me to make some of your Awesome pancakes." Uncle Prussia says as he starts to walk to me, from the stool still at the counter.
"Who?" Spain asks, but he is ignored as everyone turns to look at the voice that speaks next.
"E-eh?!" The seemingly invisible nation replies. He had been standing next to Uncle Prussia near the little kitchen but I doubt they were actually talking due to the way Canada's cheeks were flushing. Or maybe they were flushing because they had been talking? How the hell should I know.
"You know when one of you stacks of pancakes went missing at the last World Meeting?" Uncle Prussia questioned as he stopped and stood in front of me, not giving me whatever he was supposed to. Instead he just looked at Canada.
"…Yes." Canada slightly growled out and we could all tell where this was going. Well maybe not Mom, but the rest of us did.
"They were delicious and I demand you make me more! I must learn the secret behind their awesomeness!" he proclaims.
Canada just stands there with his mouth open and his cheeks red. He looks torn between accepting the compliment and yelling at Uncle Prussia for taking his all to precious pancakes. His mouth opens once then closes. It opens again and shuts a second time. It seems the third time is the charm because he manages to get out a full sentence. "Of course my pancakes are the best, they are Canadian after all."
And although he seems to be speaking at a normal volume everyone looks at him as if he had just yelled his lungs out.
"Mon Bebe! You have finally gotten over your shyness! I am so proud of you! You are finally becoming a big strong Nation, just like I always said you would!" Exclaims France as he runs over to hug Canada with all of his strength. Oh that's right, Canada used to be really shy. Well Uncle Prussia must have knocked that out of him then.
As this scene continues on Uncle Prussia hands me a very familiar looking envelope. Oh god I had completely forgotten about the pictures! What had everyone seen?! Had they just kept quiet for my sake? I quickly grab them and hug the envelope to my chest. I may be screwed after all.
Uncle Prussia seems to sense what is going on in my head because he quickly speaks up in a quiet rushed tone. "Don't worry mein nichte, I won't tell anyone what I saw." Well that answered the question of if anyone else saw.
"But-" he continued, "I want to know if what I saw really happens."
"W-What do you want to know?" I ask, hoping that it is nothing too important. I know he won't rat out what he saw if I don't answer him, but I feel like I owe him for making sure no one else saw.
"Is it true about me and…" he doesn't even finish, he just shifts his eyes towards Canada.
Oh for shits sake.
After internally struggling with the idea for a second I take a good look at Uncle Prussia's face. What if telling him makes him want to stay away from Canada. The two hardly know each other, they are basically like strangers who work in the same office building. But what I see is something that is definitely not negative in any way. He looks a bit worried of course, but mostly he looks hopeful.
So like an idiot I ask, "Why?"
He gets a confused look on his face and glances back over at Canada who is now struggling desperately against France. Mom has gotten up and is standing nearby looking torn between actually helping the quiet Nation or just cheering from the sidelines. Dad is over there two prepared to break up a brawl should one start. Uncle Romano and Uncle Spain aren't even paying attention to the scene at all. Instead they are whispering back and forth violently in a corner, though neither seem really upset because Uncle Romano is blushing and Uncle Spain is smiling.
"Well he makes great pancakes." He says, and for a moment I am a bit heartbroken. Would he really just be interested because of pancakes? But as before he continued on. "But he is kind of cute, in a small animal kind of way. And he kicks ass at hockey. Plus it may annoy France just a little bit."
To anyone else this would not have been enough for anyone to give him an answer, but if you are fluent in Prussia, which I am you would know what he really meant. In other words he thought Canada was really cute, and he already liked his family and thought they were awesome. Also just the fact that he was asking meant that the other nation had passed his mind on more than a couple of occasions. How else would he knew that he played hockey? To some, 'stalkerish'. In Prussia, 'I like him and I want to get to know him, I just never put the pieces together.'
"Yes." I whispered back to him, and his face lit up. I don't know exactly what picture he saw but I am glad he saw it. Maybe this whole going to the past thing isn't what possibly breaks apart all of these couples, but instead what puts them together?
Before I could think more on the subject when an annoying beeping fills my ears. Already prepared for this I take the small device that is in my ear and place in in my palm while pressing the small button on it.
Oh please let it be him, I beg as I begin to talk.
"Hello?" I question.
"OH MY GOD! IT IS YOU! Do you have any IDEA how much I have missed you?! I know it has only been like a day but girl it feels like forever! Do you know what Soma has been like?! Girl he has been like practically catatonic and I am worried as hell about both of your economies! Now what in the hell did you mean when you said you were in 2012?!" Screamed a voice from the device in my hand. Immediately the rest of the room is looking at me, with questioning gazes.
"Anippe, you are kind of on speaker phone…" but before I can continue she interrupts me.
"Does it sound like I care!? If me and James have to force my brother out of his room again because his girlfriend is missing I will not be very pleased at all. Less pleased than even now! You are not the only one that is in trouble here you know!"
"Girlfriend?!" Screamed… well everyone in the room but me.
"Do you see what you did Anippe! I am not alone here and in 2012! My parents are here for shits sake. What the fuck are you thinking? Really use that damn head of yours stupido idiota! Cosa pensi che stai facendo? (you stupid idiot! What do you think you are doing?) Glaubst du, ich bin nicht besorgt über euch auch? (Do you think I am not worried about you guys too?) Voglio tornare a casa proprio così male come voi mi vuole indietro! Accidenti! (I want to get home just as badly as you guys want me back! Damn!)" I repliy switching from English to Italian to German and back to Italian in rapid succession. Damn that girl! Sometimes it is like she is the only one with problems and the only way to get through to her is to, unfortunately, channel Uncle Romano and yell like a banshee.
At that the room was silent and so was my phone.
"I know" came Anippe's hesitant reply. "We just really miss you and I am worried and…" and then came the sound of her breathing deep trying not to cry.
"I know. I know." I reply, glad that everyone in the room seems to shocked to say anything. There is a scuffle on the other side of the phone and another new voice joins the mix.
"Hey Nadja, it's James. Sorry about that, you know how she gets when she is worried about us. But she wasn't lying, Soma has been a wreck and your parents haven't been much better. Neither have your Uncles. Have you told them over there yet or can I not use their names?"
Thank god for James. Sometimes I swear he is the only sane one out of the entire 'new generation' of Nations.
"Yeah, they know. And I don't want anyone over there to worry, I'm fine for the time being. Is anyone else there? Mom? Dad? Soma? Anyone?"
"Good to know we aren't good enough for you." He asks slightly joking
"Oh don't start." I reply smiling.
"We are in your old house and they are all downstairs. We are upstairs in your room so thankfully they did not hear Anippe yell at you. Me and Anippe were supposed to get the call through and if that worked bring the rest of them in here."
"Why weren't they there from the start?" I questioned.
"They didn't want to have to listen to the phone ring if you weren't going to pick up. Annipe has gone to get them so they should be here soon."
"Man I feel so horrible. Mom and Dad probably hate me."
"Don't." France said as he walks over to me. "I am sure that your parents don't blame you, it is not your fault that all of this happened." He finishes by placing a hand on my shoulder.
"It's true." Said Uncle Prussia, who has taken a sitting position in front of me on the floor. "West may look scary but you should know by now that he is a big sap on the inside. He couldn't hate you."
"Do you think for one second my idiot brother could truly hate anyone? Especially his own family?" I hear Uncle Romano say as he and Uncle Spain walk forward.
"Si! I argee with Lovi on this one! Family is family and they always forgive each other!"
"U-um I don't know you guys all too well, but I know that family never turns their back on each other." Canada chimes in.
Then Mom speaks up. "I could never blame you, ever. You are my precious Bambina and nothing you do could ever ever make me hate you. I love you, so that means future me loves you too! And I can't saty mad at people I love!"
"But it is my fault!" I say desperately. "I went to England to perform a spell to fix a ruined picture of you and Dad. If I just hadn't been using the original copies of pictures for your scrapbook this would have never happened. I am a klutz and it is all my fault! I am a failure and you guys deserve a better daughter!"
"That is enough." Dad says sternly and I look at him instinctively. "If I know anything it is that you are not useless. No daughter of mine, no child of mine, could ever be useless. I have not known you long but what I know of you is that you are not worthless. And no one but me and Italy can decide if you are good enough to be our daughter, and you more than past the test."
"I couldn't have said it better myself." Replies an identical voice from the palm of my hand. "Now Nadja, what exactly is going on over there?"
Okay so Holy Shit Guys. HOLY SHIT. This semester has officially kicked my ass in more ways than one. First I decided that taking six classes plus a lab would be okay. Let me tell you a thing. It wasn't! Isnt! I have had no time to myself in god knows how long and if I have to hear about the second amendment one more time I swear… I still have one more week left of school but I had to write something or I would have died. I swear with all of the papers I had to write I could not put my thoughts on the page. I would look at my empty Chapter 13 word document and be like "I just wrote a 10 page paper, I will get to you later." And I just never did.
Then lo and behold my depression started to act up again. I did not want to do anything but sit in my room and watch Netflix. Even doing my homework was a chore, and I cannot tell you how many classes I just skipped. It got even worse because I eat when I am depressed and I gained back weight I had tried very hard to lose, so I sank further into depression, so I ate more. It was a horribly vicious cycle.
But things are looking up now (thank god) and I can finally work on this again. I promise though that I WILL NEVER ABANDON THIS STORY. I know my last hiatus was a bit extreme but it will never be like this again I swear. I am committed to finishing this.
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