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~CHAPTER ONE~
18 YEARS LATER
May, 2014, London
London was a hustling, loud and chaotic city. There was always somewhere to go and something to do. No matter where one went they could never avoid the dizzying amount of cars and large, gleaming red double decker busses that the city had become so famous for. Tall buildings made of out hardy iron and steal stood proudly among the cities long and noble history. Even a giant, glistening ferris wheel had it's place of honor. It was a tourist paradise that could rival any major world city-including the city. It was not hard to imagine how it had once been the finical capital of the world, how the tiny island country itself had been the dominate power on Earth for so long. It's people seemed strong and thriving as the busily made their way about the streets. One place in particular caught the attraction of many tourist; a very large, very elegant and beautiful place guarded safely behind steel gates and stoic men in bright red uniforms. It was probably the most famous palace in Britain, if not one of the most famous palaces in the world. Outside it seemed oddly quiet and oddly as one stood and watched the guards, their pale faces cold and unmoving. As the sun continued to set behind Buckingham Palace and the lights began to turn on it was like a scene out of a fairytale.
On the inside though it was anything but quiet.
Somewhere in a far off wing of the palace the servants and staff stationed there heard nothing but screaming and shouting so loud the voices penetrated the thick walls and fell on their ears. The sound of stamping feet, slamming hands and breaking of glass objects could also be heard as they walked by a large, locked room. One new maid couldn't help but to stop and just stare and shining wooden doors, her blue eyes wide with awe. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard a fantastic, almost frightening chorus of so many voices and so many tongues- it was almost overwhelming for the young beauty. She gave a quick glance to make sure no one was watching and quietly walked towards the doors. She placed her ear gently on the door and listened, egger to learn more of what was happening inside.
"You stupid git! I'm going to bloody kill you!"
"Come on man the cold war's over! Perestroika! Perestroika! OH DAMIT I THOUGHT THOSE WERE THE SAME WORDS NOOOO!"
"You Western nations are such idiots I swear! Why don't you just dominate everyone with a toleration dictatorship I mean really?"
"HA HA HA HA HA HA! I'm so awesome you guys just don't even-" suddenly the sound of a frying pan could be heard crashing agents what the woman could only assume was a human woman immediately pulled away from the door and stared at it was a mask full of confusion and horror.
"Bloody 'ell." She muttered, her heart pounding as she silently went back to her duties.
Meanwhile inside the room one particular person had been sitting there quietly, his patience and temper flaring with each passing second. His large, pale hands balled into tight fist that exposed a number of purple and blue vanes. His trademark ice blue eyes were shut, his statue like face tight with anger. It didn't matter that what he was witnessing was the normal course of events for a World Meeting. On a normal basis he would have been able to keep his patience in check and anger in control, but there was only one topic left untouched and it was by far the most important out of everything debated and argued about throughout the day. Finally, at the moment the young maid on the other side of the door had decided to leave the blonde nation had enough.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Germany roared, slamming his hand hard on the table. The whole room seemed to shake as everyone froze, each in the awkward position.
There was England and France with their hands around each others necks, their faces red from the lack of oxygen.
In another corner there was America, completely wrapped up in Russia's scarf as if it were a straight jacket, struggle to at least get her mouth free.
There was China glaring at the Western nation. Sitting next to him was Japan, who had was already frozen from the Greece sleeping on his shoulder, her long brunette hair spilling down her back.
And finally there was Germany's older brother Prussia, on the ground holding his head while Hungary held an immaculate black frying pan firmly in her hands poised for another attack. Everyone stared with wide, horrified eyes as Germany stared back, his breath rapid and heavy. He usually ended up in a similar state at World Meetings but his heart usually never felt like it was going to explode and his stomach usually never felt so tight and full of butterflies.
"We only have one more topic left to talk about-und I'm not going to let ANYONE leave until we discuss it like the mature adults we're supposed to be, understood?" His posture relaxed ever so subtly as the other nations grumbled in approval and went back to their assigned seats. Germany staid completely silent and watched them all like a hawk, silently refusing the begin until they were all seated and paying attention. Once he saw that all eyes were looking at him he let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Sehr gut. Now I don't know if you're all aware but 18 years are up." He began, his voice as steady and professional as always. The sound of audible gasp could be heard and all pairs of eyes grew large with a strange mixture of emotions;surprise, joy, fear. Germany certainly felt all those rushing through his veins as his heart pounded. He was finding it much harder than normal to keep his stoic, solider like demeanor. The room staid perfectly silent for a moment. No one dared to speak, either to filled with emotion or for the first time to afraid to.
Not that Germany blamed them.
"Has it really been 18 years Germany?" A quiet, mousy like voice asked. Everyone turned their heads in shock towards the voice and gawked at a petite woman with long wheat colored hair. She held on tightly to a small white polar bear that sat on her lap. It looked up at her wide large, sparking black eyes and cocked it's head ever so slightly.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Canada…" the owner sighed. The bear shrugged and simply went back to what ever it had been doing before. Canada herself turned her attention away from the beat and looked at Germany with those large hopeful pools of violet. He couldn't help but to give her a little smile in return.
"Ja, it's really been 18 years. So now I believe it's time to turn the floor over to America." Almost everyone in the room let out a groan as the blonde nation bounced out of her seat. She walked up to the front with her shoulders straight and her chest out, her confidence radiating from her large smile. She stopped as Germany stepped down, her smile softening when their eyes momentarily met. He gave her a friendly nod and she continued up to the front. Germany went back to his seat next to Italy as America straightened out her papers. Despite being in public Ludwig allowed himself to stare into her beautiful brown eyes and she gladly stared back. They both smiled at each other, speaking words that had to wait for a more private setting. The usually reserved man didn't even notice the few pair of eyes that were staring at them. For that short moment he was far away from the meeting, from everyone else. It wasn't until they heard the sound of America clearing her throat that the pair snapped back into reality. Yet under the table they held on tight to each other's hands, their fingers intertwining ever so gracefully.
"All right. As I'm sure you are all aware 18 years ago a small handful of us were somehow able to procreate and have children. Despite combined researched between Germany, Japan and myself we haven't found a clear reason why it happened in the first place." She paused for a moment, her usually happy and confident exterior beginning to waver ever so slightly. Clearing her throat once more her face remainder as professional as it could be, but her eyes were still sparkling with hope and assurance.
"I don't need to remind you how shocking it was, how difficult it was for all involved. But 18 years have passed and now it's time for them to learn the truth."
"As I'm sure you all know, nine months after each kid was born they were sent to a family to have a chance at a more normal life than we could give them. Being the awesome heroine I am I managed to get them placed in a very nice town in America- Fairfield, Connecticut." At that moment America was interrupted by a loud groan, causing her to narrow her eyes and glare.
"What's you're problem Arthur?" She spat. Alice, or England glared right back at America and shook her head in disgust.
"You just HAD to make sure our kids grew up into spoiled little bratty Yankees didn't you?" He sneered, his own fantastic green eyes narrowed at her. At this Germany raised an eyebrow. Never once had America mentioned the town their kids ended up in had such a reputation. His blood almost began to freeze with fear and they boil with digest at the thought of his daughter having grown up a spoiled brat. Others in the room glared at America and muttered disapprovingly. The only one who didn't seemed bother was Canada who simply looked at her sister with all the sympathy in the world. Amelia though was not a woman who needed sympathy. In very much the same manner as Germany had earlier, she slammed her hand down on the podium and growled. Italy chuckled and leaned towards Germany, placing her hand daintily over the side of her mouth.
"You know it's very funny how much she acts like you sometimes." She giggled. Ludwig's whole body tensed and he fought with all of his might not to groan and loose his composer. He bit his lip and simply kept his eyes trained on the young nation, silently telling himself it wasn't true.
"For your information Britain yes… that town and that state does have that reputation. But I made sure they all ended up with good families who wouldn't raise them like that; also the town as a great school system. I've been keeping an eye on the kids and none of them have turned out to be spoiled little bratty Yankees." She claimed proudly, her chest puffed out more than ever.
"You mean you were spying on them like you've been spying on rest of your people da?" Russia chimed in his eerily calm and child like voice.
"That's total bullshit and YOU'RE one to talk about spying on citizens!" America snapped back. The two not so former rivals glared at each other, Ivan with is frightening child like face and Amelia with her fierce, unwavering blue eyes. For a brief second the tension in the room grew so thick it was enough to cause a chill to run up a few nations spines. A few silent prayers were said as Ivan's small smile began to grow and a purple glow formed his large frame. Thankfully despite what ever fear or panic may have felt America was more mature than many gave her credit for. She shook her head at Russia's expression and rolled her eyes.
"Russia this isn't the time to debate my problems or having the pot call the kettle black okay? But just to make things perfectly clear no I wasn't spying on them. I had a check in with their adopted family at least once a year for a progress report so I could make these." She exclaimed, holding up six manila folders. Everyone gawked at the country, stunned by all the effort she had put in.
"These are profiles of each child. It states basic information; name, birthday, height, weight, hair and eye color, personality traits, likes and dislikes you know all that stuff. It also tells you what their experience in school was like, what subjects they excelled in and all that fun stuff. More importantly it tells you which of the other kids they get along with or hate, and also which one of us they would get along with or hate; all based on their personalities." Once again everyone just gawked at the country in shock, unable to fully believe she had managed this project plus everything else she has to deal with. One could have heard crickets had their been any in the room at that moment.
"Did… did you really do all that by yourself America?" Canada piped up again, smiling proudly at her sister. America smiled back at Madeline and placed the folders down on the podium.
"Yes I did. You know Americans aren't exactly known for being lazy." A unanimous loud groan filled the room, as all feared she would once again go on tangent about how unfair American stereotypes are. The young nation took it in stride as she did everything else, letting out a loud laugh and shaking her head.
"Don't worry I'm not going there. Now according to Connecticut they should be finishing school on the 23rd to go on their internships after Memorial Day weekend, so that's when we'll put the plan into action."
"And that plan is?" Britain asked, one of his infamous black eye brows raising to his hairline.
TEE HEE! CLIFF HANGER. DON'T WORRY NEXT CHAPTER YOU WILL GET TO MEET THE CHILDREN, AND SINCE I'M ON A ROLL IT SHOULD BE UP FAIRLY SOON.
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