Formerly a frozen, barren, and dangerous continent; where only the boldest and bravest of explorers dare trek.
But now, with the revolutionary Underground Base System, a joint project between the French government and the private IMA Corporation, there is the growing possibility of colonizing Antarctica…
The over-energetic girl bounded up the stairs, singing an upbeat tune.
"We're going from our below-the-Earth-base! To a Hawaiian Pa-rad-ise~!"
After that little number, Susan pulled her red scarf tightly around her neck and mouth, bracing herself for the freezing top floor of the Underground Base.
Sir Winters was bundled up and prepared—with the many layers of jackets and scarves he had on, he looked more like a walking football than a diminutive old man—and 350, being a robot, was in her trademark metallic short-sleeved dress.
However, the token loli decided to trade hypothermia and frostbite protection for style and cuteness. She wore a bright, plastic pink jacket that went to her knees, a short red scarf, black tights, and fluffy white boots. On her head, was a small magenta cap with stitched snowflake designs.
Now, keep in mind this is Antarctica.
A chilling gale swept across the highest level of the base, knocking Susan down onto the frigid floor. Before she could try to get up, the little girl was frozen solid.
Her overprotective ojii-tan was by her side in an instant.
"Oh nooo! Susan darling!" he cried. "I'll save yoooou!"
Ceopia, not wanting to waste precious time, gestured to the large plane behind her.
/EXCUSE ME. MISS SUSAN. SIR WINTERS. OUR JET IS READY NOW/
With those magic words, Susan unfroze, ice shards scattering around her. She jumped up and squealed.
The three walked to their private jet, and climbed up the steps into the warm aero-vehicle. 350 would be pilot, with Sir Winters as co-pilot. Susan, being too young, (not to mention far too incompetent) simply sat in the back.
The little girl passed the time during the long, boring flight by entertaining herself with her packed anime DVD's, gaming systems, and manga.
Every 10 minutes or so, she would check inside her black velvet purse to make sure "they were still in there".
The flight from Antarctica to Honolulu wasn't actually that long; the trio actually managed to reach their destination in a little under an hour. This isn't even considering Time Zone differences.
Of course, it helps to have a magic jet.
The IMA base stationed in Hawaii was just as impressive, if not more than, the Underground System.
There was a massive transparent dome functioning as the entrance, and behind it, a group of towering buildings. The surrounding satellites, transmitters, and miscellaneous steel sculptures added to the structure's magnificence.
Or, as Alfred would put it, "Pretty high-tech."
The seven nations were scattered in front of the base, waiting for the association to show up. Feliciano was jumping up and down with anticipation, as if he had won a golden ticket to a pasta factory.
"Veeee! This IMA Base looks just like a big hotel!"
In the back of the group was Matthew, reading over the flyer in his hands. There were some things about the invitation that just didn't seem quite right.
…why is it that at the beginning of the invitation, they're called the IMA, but at the end…they're the GERPM Association?
The Canadian scratched his head in confusion. He knew that the only nation who was involved in the IMA was France, but his flirty older brother never exactly revealed what the association was for, or what it did. He also certainly never heard of this GERPM Association, or if it had any connection with the IMA.
And what's the IMA supposed to stand for? Does the A mean Antarctica?
Breaking away from his mental questions, Matt looked up from his paper, and saw his six fellow nations staring in one direction.
"Eh? Guys…?" he whispered. Expecting no answer as usual, he shot a glance to his left.
The northern country nearly had a heart attack seeing the three peculiar people that just showed up.
One was an elderly man who was ridiculously short, he wore a monocle and had three strands of white hair, sticking up from behind his ears and forehead. Another was a woman, the tallest of the group, and had long, dark, jade-colored hair, neon green goggles, and unnaturally pale skin. In the middle was a prepubescent girl with pale blue hair in pigtails, wearing a flowery hula outfit.
The little girl skipped towards the crowd of countries, with a huge smile on her face.
"Aloha, my nation boys!" she chirped, with a wink.
While Arthur groaned at the absurd title 'nation boys', Kiku stepped backwards, trying to avoid the quirky hula girl. He stood behind giant Ivan, using him as a 'shield'.
Please don't let her see me…please don't let her see me…please don't let her…
The loli bounded over to where the quiet Asian nation was hiding. She gave him a big hug, and Kiku squirmed and blushed furiously in embarrassment.
"And aloha to you, Nihon-kuuuun~"
Japan gave a small, quick, nervous nod and bit his lip.
"H-hai. Konnichiwa, S-susan-san…"
The little girl gave him a kiss on the forehead, causing Japan's entire face to turn a bright pink. Giggling, she grabbed her Asian boyfriend's hand and hopped back in front of the crowd.
"Alrighty everyone! Let's head to our awesome base!" she hollered.
After exchanging a couple of 'they know each other?' glances between themselves, the countries nodded and followed Susan and Kiku.
Without warning, Russia chuckled and wrapped his arm around China. The old nation shuddered.
"T-too close for comfort, aru!" he murmured.
Ivan pointed to the clingy Susan, and Kiku, despite playing along with her bouts of affection, had an obvious 'I want to go home' look on his face.
"Now…why aren't we more like them?" the husky Russian sighed.
While the countries were walking around and admiring the inside of the humongous fiberglass dome, Susan had let go of her 'Nihon-kun' and walked over to Ceopia.
She cocked her head sideways, and laughed nervously. "Uh, 350-san? So now that the nations are here…what do I do?"
The virtual nation facepalmed at her cohort's stupidity.
/LOOK. THIS WAS ALL YOUR PLAN. YOU BROUGHT THEM HERE, SO YOU COME UP WITH SOMETHING. AS FOR ME, I WILL BE SETTING UP ROOMS FOR THE NATIONS' STAY/
In a quiet yet very frustrated huff, Ceopia walked over to a nearby elevator, and pressed a few buttons. There was a 'ding', the doors opened, and she walked inside.
Ceopia turned around and gave a small smirk to Susan as the metal entrance closed.
Susan sweatdropped and looked at the assembly of nations. She could tell they were already starting to get bored.
"I'm starving!" complained a certain obnoxious blonde, reaffirming Susan's observation.
Arthur slapped Alfred on the back, shutting him up. "You just had McDonalds at that airport! Don't tell me you're already hungry again!"
America shrugged. "Weeeell, I just have a fast metabolism or something! Besides, all I got were three Angus Beef cheeseburgers and an extra large fry! That's practically a snack!"
Crossing his arms, he shot a childish pout towards Susan. "Hey, you! Does this place have any food!?"
That's it! The loli thought. For once.
"Sure thing! Everyone, have a seat! I'll treat you all IMA café-style!" she cheered.
She gave another wink as she dashed down the hallway to the kitchen.
The loli walked around the IMA Base kitchen, rummaging through cupboards and refrigerators, taking note of the ingredient supplies. While she normally seemed to lack any common sense whatsoever, Susan actually knew a thing or two when it came to managing a 'café'.
She grinned when she saw the stowed bottles of vodka in the very back of the cabinet. She knew who would like that.
Susan then realized that she had something else that would tickle someone's fancy.
"But of course…the thing that EVERY café needs is…"
The mini-otaku giggled, pulling a fluffy pink dress from her suitcase on the floor.
"…A KAWAII MEIDO!"
America leaned back and put his feet on the table, causing England to mutter something about how crude young nations are these days. America ignored whatever his former caretaker was going on about.
"By the way, what the heck ever happened to Francis?" he asked with a smirk and a chuckle.
Arthur shook his head and buried his face in his hands. "Well, that git just kept bloody pestering me! I eventually sent him to Antarctica to fend for himself!"
The nation randomly broke out into uproarious laughter. "You WHAT!? Damn Iggy, that's kinda mean! But I guess he deserved it, huh?"
Arthur facepalmed. Before the tsundere European nation could reply with 'And you're next!', a flash of pink jumped in front of them.
"Would you like something to drink?"
The Italian at the next table piped up. "I do! I'd like…"
Susan ran over to Feliciano, waving her finger in his face as if he were a misbehaving student. "Uh-uh-uh! I already know what you all want!"
The rest of the nations rolled their eyes. They were starting to get fed up with this weird girl.
"Ah-hem. Feliciano-kun, you want red wine. Alfred-kun, you want a diet Pepsi. Arthur-kun, you want Earl Gray tea. Yao-kun, you want Oolong tea. Ivan-kun, you want Vodka…and…"
The loli strutted over to the table where her 'boyfriend' was sitting. She gave him a naughty smile and flipped her skirt.
"And Nihon-kun~ I know you want Green tea, right?"
Susan leaned in closer to the shuddering Asian nation, who was trying to look away from the precocious 13 year old dressed in a very revealing maid costume.
"Hai, I do…"
She smiled and twirled around. "I ALWAYS know what you want, Nihon-kun! I'll make such a good wife, right?"
Japan blushed furiously again.
"P-please go away..." he mumbled.
His 'future waifu' skipped away, smiling eerily at her boyfriend. "Okee-dokee then! I'll be back with your drinks in a sec~!"
The painfully shy Canadian in the back was waving his hand wildly, being ignored as usual. "Excuse me! Excuse me!! You forgot…about me…"
A look of defeat spread across his face. "Oh well. I guess I'm not really thirsty anyways…" he groaned.
Sorry if I cut it short (I think it was a pretty long chapter), I've been SUPER busy with final exams and everything last week, so I didn't get as much free time to write and update -.-
But another chapter of both the fic and comic will be coming ASAP, look forward to it~! ;)
BTW, I realized Alfred kinda seemed like a jerk in this chapter XD But he's such a cute jerk, so that's okay~ *huggles Alfie*
Susan: NOES! NIHON-KUN'S KAWAIIER! *glomps Kiku* .
Kiku-san: Someone help me. o_o
Me: Susan, STFU and GTFO. -.-; *to the readers* REVIEWS, PRETTY PLEASE! :D