Oh hai dere!
I'm gonna be breif and say, "Hey! Here's this chapter!"
I've got a cold and am pretty sure I have to stay home even though it's Hetalia day today, so I might as well spend my time reading fanfiction and roleplaying, ya know? ;3
Now please enjoy this because, *gasps audibly* THERE'S ACTUALLY PLOT DEVELPOMEEEEENT!
Really thought there is. It's just hidden =u=
Now please, enjoy this ridiculous chapter filled with weird idek stuffs.
Chapter 14 : Happy Birthday, Loser!
Creamy-dreamy land...
A few months have past now, with a equal amount of world meetings passing in-between, and the day today is June twenty-first, which I guess means-
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, INDIE!" An obnoxious chorus of screams shouted, waking me from my dream filled with reverse harems and plenty of fan-service.
"Ack!" I freaked and fell out of my warm, fluffy bed; the one I wished not to leave. Groaning, I looked up to see Sam, obviously, Maria, Michael, Liam, my mom, my dad and my friend Ara. "I hate you. All of you." I mumbled clearly, awake and fully capable of voicing coherent thoughts.
My mom leaned down and smacked my arm. "Don't say that!" She scolded. "It's rude!" I was astonished and showed it obviously.
"It's my birthday, you all woke me up and made me fall out of bed, and I'm the rude one who gets an arm smack?!" I exclaimed, climbing back up to sit on my bed. My seat lasted only a second, though, before I was pulled up by Ara, the blonde crushing me into a huge hug. Two feet off the ground.
"Agh! I love you!" She shouted in my ear. She was the happy-go-lucky, crazy yet awesome one of the group.
I laughed. "Yeah, I love you guys too, I guess." I said with an eye roll. "Now let me go. I can't breathe."
After being let go by Ara, we all came down stairs and got treated to a breakfast of bagel, bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches, courtesy of lé mamán. A round of 'thank you's' went around before I decided to crack out my question. "Okay, so what are you all doing here?" I asked after swallowing the last of my sammich.
"Do I need permission?" My mom asked. I shrugged.
"No, you don't." I stated.
"And we do?" Ara asked with feigned shock.
"Yes." I confirmed, standing up to put my plate in the sink. I heard an exasperated groan from behind me.
"You're mean!" Both Ara and Maria huffed. I laughed.
"Deal. Now who's got presents for me?" I asked, reaching out my hand and wiggling my fingers in a gimme-gimme motion. My two younger brothers stepped forward first.
"We both pitched in to get this for ya, In-In!" Michael beamed.
"Halvesies!" Liam added. I grinned.
"Well, show me!" I demanded. Michael brought his hand from around his back and held out for me the new revision of the first 'Halo' game. I smirked. "Couldn't it have killed you to wrap it?" I asked cruelly. Liam shrugged.
"Do you care?" He questioned.
"Nope!" I shouted, grabbing my present and wrapping my arms around both their necks, pulling them close. "Thanks, you two! It's awesome! Though I'm assuming the only reason you got it is because there's already two at home and you guys want to try and beat me, two against one online?" I questioned, considering I am the player to beat in the family.
"Yep!" They both confirmed. I smacked their heads before thanking them again, looking over to everyone else expectantly.
I got presents from everyone, awesomely enough! I better have to, or I woulda been MAD.
"You guys are wicked!" I thanked everyone after they gave me my presents. "Thank you, guys! Now, how about we par- AH HOLY FRICK!" I cursed and ran quickly to my room. "FUDGE. A. DUCK." I continued my profanities as I got changed into a skirt just above the knee and a tight fitting blouse and hastily did my hair.
"What?" Sam asked with a profound sense of calm. I groaned.
"There's a world meeting today!" I explained as I bounded lithely down the stairs, jumping the last three steps. "Frick. I'm am so gonna be late." I mumbled while grabbing my purse and notebook. I could feel everyone's stares on me. "Has anybody seen my phone? I need to make sure it's not going to be held somewhere weird agai-" I suddenly felt my phone get placed in my hand very carefully. "Thank yo-" I looked to thank whoever had handed it to me.
"Welcome!" America smirked. America? What's he doing here?
"Am-Alfred?" I switched to his human name, considering certain people in this room don't know about 'that thing', yet. "What? Why? What're you doing here?"
America laughed. "To wish you a happy birthday, of course!" He said hugging me. "Happy birthday~" It was a nice gesture, but I pushed him off after a few seconds, not really able to breathe through the bone-crushing country-strength.
"Alfred. Not funny. I'm going to be late." I said disapprovingly. "In fact, YOU'RE going to be late which would be even worse and-" He raised an eyebrow.
"Dude, chill. I came here to pick you up!" He told me, stopping my restlessness. "It's being held in Japan so I figured you would probably want to hitch a ride, ya know?"
"Oh, yeah, okay." I agreed with a nod. "But who told you?" I eyed my friends suspiciously, who wasted no time in raising their hands. I sighed. "'Course. Okay, let's go." I attempted to leave before being stopped by my beautiful mom.
"You're going to work on your birthday?" She asked, disapproval lacing her normally patient voice.
"Well, do you want the earth to be overrun by aliens and have all of humanity be turned into unimaginative, blobby white creatures because I was at home instead of at work helping keep order in the world?" I fired back with ease, though not harsh in the least.
"Pfft, like that'll happen!" Michael piped up. I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.
"Point is, my job is important!" I said. "So, I'm really sorry, but I have to." I looked at my mom apologetically, placing a kiss on her cheek. "See ya tonight, okay?" She nodded and hugged me.
"Love you."
"Love you too, mom!" I called as I headed out the door, throwing on my new hat from Ara to complete my hipster outfit. "The rest of you are okay!" I added before stepping into America's car.
America then drove me to his private jet, taking all of a minute to do so, and we were now sitting in the jet's cabin, about to take off, when America looked at me curiously. "Alfred, huh?" He smirked cockily. I laughed.
"Yeah, sorry! My parents and brothers don't know that you're countries, so I kinda just rolled with it. Sorry if it was rude or something." I apologized a second time. America waved his hand as though smacking away the thought like a petulant fly.
"Nah, don't worry 'bout it! It sounded cool when you said it, anyway." He winked. I laughed again, though I'll admit my stomach danced a bit at the slightly flirtatious comment. I never have been good with comments like that.
"What a weird thing to say." I voiced my thoughts to the country. America laughed with me before snapping with both his snap duos.(Does... Does that make sense?)
"That's right! I have something for you!" He said jumping up, running a second before stopping and looking into the cockpit. "Hey, start this thing up!" I heard him tell the pilot before continuing his little course.
"You don't have to, ya know!" I shouted at him. He came back a minute later with an Avengers paper wrapped package in his hands and jogged up next to me as I could feel the plane's jets warming on up.
"Yes I do!" The American replied, shoving the rectangular package at me. "So, shut up and open it, yo!" He commanded before sitting down in his own seat and buckling in.
I rolled my eyes but complied. After ripping open the bottom paper, I flipped the parcel over and examined it's contents. "It's a... Gun?" I stared, mystified at the sturdy, black shooty device in my hand. Under that was a holster with large, adjustable straps so that you can hide it in different places, as well as several boxes of ammo. I turned the weapon over, getting a full examination to better ascertain it's model. "A forty-five?" I guessed. America beamed.
"That's right! And you might be thinking, 'Hey, hold up, I don't want this! I mean, it's heavy and dangerous and scary and has a lot of recoil and does a lot of dama-"
"No, that's not what I'm thinking at all!" I interrupted. "In fact, I love shooting guns and have always wanted one that's really my own, but I can't 'til I'm eighteen, so thanks!" I smiled at him with an honest excitement. America's face softened.
"Well, then you're welcome." He said before turning deathly serious. "But listen, the reason I got you that is because us countries, well, most of us..." He looked off, a strange expression darkening his eyes before refocusing. "Anyway, we agreed that this is necessary to have on you. At all times." He said desperately. "Seriously, Indie, I don't want you to leave the house without this under your jacket or on your hip or somewhere, okay?" I looked at him with a bit of fear and shock.
"I get it, and I don't mind, but why are you treating this so weird?" I asked.
"Because, the job you have is dangerous, perilously so, and even if you realized it or not when you took this position, your life is at horrible risk." His eyes drilled mine with an intensity of one who has seen death a million times over, and hasn't forgotten a single one. "Think about it, you have all the information from every meeting on your hands, given up freely by the nations themselves, now imagine who would want that?" I looked at him with fear before determination.
"I understand. Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen, and no way would I allow information to be leaked." I promised with a steel soul.(Why do I find that really, really funny? XD) America analyzed me for a few seconds more before smiling.
"Alright, I believe ya!" He said, taking off his seatbelt. "And if you're worried about the carrying permit, don't. Your magical assistant badge permits you to carry one." He winked with a gesture towards the badge I always keep clipped on somewhere. At least at the meetings.
Now I was going to stay on subject with that comment, but that was hard when I could feel that the engines weren't running anymore and Igot all curious like. "Hey, are we there?" I voiced my thoughts aloud.
"That we are!" A pilot said as he rounded the corner into our sitting area. "Four minutes! I'd say that's a new record, huh, Mr. America, sir?" The kind-faced gentleman addressed his country.
America laughed with great girth.(the words I use like whaaaaat) "That it is! Good job, Nick! Anyway, let's go, Ind!" He said grabbing my arm lightly and leading me off the craft.
"Ah, my purse?" I looked around the landing for some kind of luggage-something-or-other.
"Oh, yeah! Here," America walked to a cart and grabbed my things. "There ya go!"
"Thanks." I murmured and grabbed my new glasses from their case. Hipster ones.
"Hey, lookin' good!" America commented.
"Oh shut it, I didn't have time to put in contacts!" I defended as I tied my hair back into a low ponytail. "Oh, and don't tell anyone about my birthday. Too annoying."
He saluted me curtly. "Sir yes sir." I rolled my eyes before heading in.
After coming inside, the meeting passed as normal, lots of talk, more fighting than the talk, racial slurs, plenty of cursing, pretty normal, but, of course, some stupid thing had to slip and just ruin meh whole deh.
"Bonjour, ma chérie!" A flirtatious voice called me from behind. "How are you today, madám?" The voice's owner asked, sliding into the seat next to mine.
I shrugged. "Not bad, France. Yourself?" I answered with as much professionalism as possible.
"Ah, so much better now that you are here, mon amour!" He cooed and kissed my cheek. I smiled, used to the gushy and over-the-top affection bestowed upon me by France, as well as many of the other countries, who all saw me as the little sister of the group.
"Je m'ennuie, cependant." (I'm bored, though.) I switched comfortably into his native language, almost fluent thanks to help from the country himself.
"Hm? C'est très bien pas comme vous, ma cherie! Quel que soit le problem?" (Hm? That is not very much like you, my dear! Whatever is the problem?) France asked, worry obvious in his voice. That was a trait that I've come to love about him, the fact that I always know how he's feeling. "Dites à votre frère!" (Tell your brother!)
I sighed and crashed my head on top of my folded arms. "J'ai juste oublié que la réunion était aujourd'hui et avait d'autres plans. Mais ce n'est pas grave, je vais vivre. Probablement."(It's just that I forgot the meeting was today and had other plans. But don't worry, I'll live. Probably.) I told him with mock depression. This fact seemed to intrigue him.
"D'autres plans, hm?" (Other plans, hm?) He smirked. "Plans pour quoi?" (Plans for what?) And that's when it happened.
"Des plans pour mon anniversaire-"(Plans for my birthday-) Ah dangit! And I told America not to tell! "I mean, like, my sister's birthda-"
"Mon dieu!" France gasped. "Votre birthday! We must celebrate!" (Your birthday!) He shouted. "You are seventeen now, non? Ah, you are the same age as my dear Seychelles!" The Frenchman swooned while grabbing my hand at the same time and pulling me up.
"A-ah, n-no!" I stumbled a bit, dropping my pen. "Keep your voice down!" I hissed at him. "I don't want the whole world to know and make it a big deal!" I had no choice but to giggle internally at that one. Haha, it's literally the whole world. That's funny. (I realized this a second after I wrote it (• W •) )
France pouted. "But... It's your birthday... It has to be a big deal." He frowned before clapping his hands in an almost praying way. "At least let me tell Gil and Toni so we can get you presents!" He whispered pleadingly.
I sighed, having a really hard time denying my unofficial older brother. "Okay, but just them. And they aren't allowed to tell anyone else." I settled. France saluted.
"Of course. Now, if you'll just tell me your bra size then I can-" I smacked his head hard.
"Pervert." I glared. He laughed.
"You know I'm kidding~" He winked. "Be right back!" He ran off towards his friends. I sighed again and sat back down.
"Did I hear birthday?" Italy asked running up to me. "Your birthday is today? Ve~ Meraviglioso! Buon compleanno, bella!"(Wonderful! Happy birthday, pretty lady!) He cheered, picking me up and hugging me. Wow, he's stronger than I thought! I couldn't help but think as his thin arms supported me with ease.
"Thank you Veneziano, but please lower your voi-" I tried to dispel the Italian, who so didn't care.
"Germany! Romano! It is Indie's birthday! Come wish it to her!" He called to his brother and friend, totally ignoring me entirely.
"Hm, is that so? Happy birthday, Indie." Germany said calmly, the meeting having officially ended by now and him grabbing his briefcase so he could leave.
"Buon compleanno, bella. And you look good." Romano smiled and waved as he headed out of the room. Veneziano kissed me on the cheek before putting me down and skipping away as he waved.
"Ciao, Indie! I hope you have a good rest of the day!" He called.
"Grazie, Veneziano, Romano, Germany!" I called to the three. Britain walked up to me then.
"Birthday? How splendid!" The Brit swept one arm out fantastically. "You know, I'm staying in Japan for a while to help him out, so if you'd like, I could take you to the most smashing western tea house they have around here!" He offered with a hopeful smile, of which I offered back, though more shy intermixed with the joy.
"I would love to, Britain! But I don't know if I'll be stayi-"
"Ah! Carter-san!" A thickly accented voice called from behind me. "Yokatta! Anata ga koko ni iru yo!" (Good/I'm glad! You're here, still!) Japan sounded relieved as he ran up to Britain and I, out of breath entirely.(Please ignore how incorrect all this Japanese will most likely be ^_^; )
"N-Nihon! Doshita no? Daijobu desu ka?"(J-Japan! What's wrong? Are you okay?) I asked worriedly. I thought briefly about helping him straighten himself, but he probably wouldn't appreciate the invasion of personal space.
After a few seconds more of holding up a wall and catching his breath, Japan stood up and looked to me seriously. "Carter-san, tetsudatte kuremasuka?"(Carter-san, can you help me?)
I looked at him with worry. "Hai, otetsudai, kedo, kore wa desu ka?" (Yeah, I can help you, but what is it?) I asked.
He smiled. "Arigatou gozaimasu. Saa, Watashi to issho ni kite kudasai." (Thank you very much. Now, please follow me this way.) He said bowing and turning to walk away.
"E-eh? Chotto! Chotto matte kudasai!"(H-huh? Wait a sec! Wait up a minute, please!) I called after him.
"Shinpaishinaide, kudasai. Anata-" (Please don't worry. You-)
"Oh good God, would you two please speak English." England intervened frustratedly. "I can't understand a word you're saying!" He griped.
Japan flushed and stuttered with embarrassment. "Sumima- I-I'm sorry, England-san!" He apologized with a hurried bow. "I was speaking with my boss a moment ago and was not thinking of switching languages. Please forgive me." He repeated. "You as well, Carter-san. I apologize for making you speak my own language without warning. It was rude." He bowed once more to me.
"No, please! That's my job!" I insisted. "I should be ready to communicate with you however! Don't worry about it!" I bowed respectfully.
After this all was resolved, Japan took me to an office area, saying that he forgot some important information from the last few meetings(due to old age :3) and knew that I was the only one who would just have anything like that on hand. "I really am so sorry for keeping you, Carter-san." Japan told me after I had copied, and partially wrote out, everything that he could have possibly used, which took about an hour or two, surprisingly enough. I shook my head and smiled.
"I don't mind helping! Besides, I didn't really have anything better to do." I lied smoothly. Or, what I thought was smoothly, until America and the whole BTT burst through the mother- friggin door.
"Bullcrap!" America accused as he stalked up next to me. "Today's your birthday and we need to do somethin' 'bout it!" He stated as though the matter were fact, as he slapped my back, (y'all can't stop my attack, nor this rap, as I clap, to the beat and stamp my feet to let you know to treat this rhyme as a sweet, sweet song to your ears, do y'all hear? That's a dear, mating over... Theer. I'll stop. )
"That's right, chicky!" Prussia practically shouted as he came from behind and rubbed my head. "So the awesome me and my less-awesome side-kicks are going to awesomely make sure that while you're un-awesomely stuck here, we can give you an awesome time!"
Japan looked shocked, whether at the news or Prussia's 'awesome' talk I can't say, but he was definitely shocked. "Ah, I see! Happy birthday, Carter-san." He smiled gently. "Though, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you all navigate my country, as I have plenty of work to do now. Forgive me." He bowed. Wow. I won't survive long in Japan if bowing happens this freaking often. It's just... Overkill.
Spain laughed. "That's fine, amigo! We've all been here before and can probably handle this place pretty okay enough by ourselves!" He grinned his sparkly smile at the other country who took his word as law. (Haha, law. School. Is cool. Like a drool-ing bear. With no hair. I don't care. About Cher. Gosh please stop me. )
"But guys I just wanna go back ho-" I tried to speak up, but, as always, someone just had to interrupt me.
"That's right!" Britain confirmed as he walked through the doorway. "And I've probably been here the most, which means I'll naturally give the best advice. Which means that we don't necessarily need him here, now do we." He glared at France, who glared right on back.
I sighed. "If you're all just gonna force me to go out against my will anyway, then why not just have everybody be a part of the fun?" I suggested honestly. At that, France swooped me up gallantly and sat me on one arm, grinning brightly as he did. Again! Why are they all so strong?! I know I weigh more than the average teen!
"What a wonderful point, ma cheríe! And one that the black sheep of Europe can't deny." He smirked and stuck his tongue out at Britain.
I don't really want to explain what happened next, as the sight was visually disturbing and sure to make you cry yourself to sleep for the first few weeks after hearing it, so I'll just say that green isn't a creative color and we'll leave it at that.
Aaaand so, everybody that was in that room, minus Japan, forced me out into the streets of Japan to bring me around Tokyo and 'celebrate' my birthday.
Ew, attention.
VHAT?! ZE END?! WHO TOLD JOU ZAT jOU VERE ALLOWED TO DO CUWAP LIKE ZIS?!
Well that's what I did.
I'll probsy finish writing part two-due-dos-duex-zwei-ni today.
I don't have anything better to do other than sit around in my America cosplay -w-
And maybe I'll actually start updating at decent times again.
Weird huh?
Now time to go reply to messages that I've let sit there like a douche ;;-;;
Ja-ne! I hope you liked the chapter! :D
