Partner In Crime: Thx so much 2 owlcookies hu helped me come up with my oc's name! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but fingers crossed that im getting it for xmas!
Cecilia woke up with the biggest headache she ever had, in a bed that wasn't hers. She groaned as she sat up, and scanned her surroundings. It was a big room, so she must be in a big house. Crap! I hate big houses! I'm always getting lost! Being lost is really annoying! She saw the familiar Union Jack, flapping in the wind. Thank god! I'm still in London. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she jumped off the bed and landed face-first on the floor with a giant thud. "Ahhh! I'm stuck!" Cecilia cried into the carpet. She was in a cocoon of blankets and lying face down on the ground. Kicking and screaming, she yelled "DAMN YOU WORLD! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
"Hey Britain. I think your little animal is awake," America stated as muffled curses and bangs continued through the ceiling and echoed throughout the dining room, where America and Britain were sitting, eating breakfast.
"I say, she is making such a racket!" Britain exclaimed, lowering his teacup. "Maybe I should go help her."
"But I'm the hero! Its my job to save people in their desperate times of need! DON'T WORRY! THE HERO IS COMING!" America cried as he raced up the stairs.
"I swear, one of these days..." Britain trailed off.
"Oh joy. This is the best way to die. I can just picture them at my funeral saying, 'Our poor Cecilia died because she was trapped in blankets and suffocated because of the stupid carpet.' Okay maybe they wouldn't say the bit about the carpet." She struggled a bit more trying to lift up her chin to gasp for breath. She only managed a small breath before her face met with the carpet again. She heard someone coming. "Help! I'm stuck!" She cried until they walked away. "FINE! BE THAT WAY ASSHOLE!"
"America, shes in here!"
America flung open the door and lifted Cecilia to her feet. They waited a few moments as she took many (somewhat exaggerated) deep breaths. She stopped when the world seemed to lurch and spin uncontrollably.
"Uh oh. Man overboard!" America said.
"That makes no sense!" Britain snapped. "Anyways we should help her before she-" *THUD* "-faints..."
"Who are you?" Cecilia demanded, finishing the rest of her blackened toast which she forced herself to eat. She glanced up at the man with the green eyes, blonde hair, and the biggest eyebrows she had ever seen in her entire life.
"Like I told you before, I'm Britain."
"So you are the human form of the UK?"
"Exactly! You catch on fast!"
"I feel like I understand it all for some reason. Does it hurt when I do this?" Cecilia asked as she stomped really hard on the ground.
"No. It doesn't work like that. Physically, if you bomb the United Kingdom or if the economy goes bad, I may get sick. But that wont hurt me."
"What if I do this?" She asked bringing her foot down hard on his toes. As Britain was hopping on one foot, clutching his poor damaged toes, America high fived Cecilia.
"HAHAHAHA! That was awesome dude! I'm America!" Cecilia shook hands with the darker blonde with glasses and a little antenna. (yeah, thats wat i call it)
"I'm Cecilia. Pleasure to make your aquaintence." They dropped off the handshake and Britain and America sat back down, analyzing Cecilia. "Can you guys stop that? Its making me feel... uncomfortable."
"Where are you from?" America asked.
"I have no clue who my real parents are. Everything before the past year is a blur. I can make out some peoples' faces and match them with their names, but until I was "fostered" by some family in the good 'ole UK I can't remember much," She sighed. Britain looked down sympatheticly at the brunette kid with a curl sticking out of the one side of her head. She looked up and he came in contact with her bright orange eyes, churning like the sea. Her brow furrowed. "What the hell are you looking at?"
"Oh, n-n-nothing," Britain stuttered. "Its just, your face reminds me of someone I know, but I don't know who."
"I has a question!" Cecilia exclaimed, standing up in her chair.
"Ask away, dude!"
"Why am I here?"
"You don't remember?"
Suddenly, it all came crashing down on her as the events from the previous night unfolded in her head.
The rain is coming down, hard. Her shirt is soaked and she is shivering violently. Clutching her onto her prized posession and only weapon, she crawls out from her hiding space. "Man. I kinda wish I never left." She stated, her stomach growling in protest, begging for a long overdue meal. She had stopped walking, for she would go nowhere. She didn't even know where to go. It was three days since she left the household and enjoyed her every bit of freedom, until now. She sat down in a puddle and shuddered.
"Are you alright? You're soaking wet!" She heard a voice and saw a face.
"Dude! Lets go! I'm cold and wet!" Came a shout from the distance.
"Do you have somewhere to go?" She shook her head. "Then come with me." He held out his hand and she took it. He picked her up and carried her towards a car.
"What you got there? Looks like a kid."
"It is a kid, America!"
-End flash back-
"Your not very smart, are you?" Cecilia asked America.
"Nevermind... I has an-"
"The proper grammer is have a question," Britain stated. "Speak correctly please."
"I has another question," She shot Britain a smile that said 'make me'. Britain put up his hands in defeat which caused America to gasp. He never knew England would give up a fight so quickly. "Who is... Feliciano and Lovino Vargas?" Britain and America looked at her, their mouths hanging open.
"H-h-how do you know them?"
"Hehehehe... you guys look funny. It would be even funnier if a fly flew into your mouths!" She giggled. As if on cue, a very large and disgusting fly flew into Britains mouth. Cecilia and America burst out laughing as Britain sputtered and spat.
"Okay... we're being serious again," Britain coughed. "How do you know them?" America walked over and picked up the phone. "Maybe we should call them and get some information about you."
"This makes me feel like I'm being arrested and am now in for questioning."
"And how would you know how that feels?"
"Uh...n-no reason." The phone rang for sometime until an exceptionally cheery voice called from the other end.
" Hello? This is Italy speaking."
"Yo~Italy! Its America!"
"Ve~ America! How are you? Want to come over for pasta?"
"Ermm... No thanks. Anyways, I has-I-I mean I have a question to ask you."
"Oh really? What is it?"
"Do you know anyone by the name of Cecilia?"
"Ve~ You mean you know my little sister Sici?" (pronounce sissy)
"Gimme that!" Cecilia grabbed the phone out of Americas hands. "Ciao? Feli, questo è Sici. Sapete dove Lovi è? Attualmente mi trovo a casa e Britains a causa della perdita di memoria sono molto confuso. Ho solo ricordi, Lovi, e Spagna." (translation: Hello? Feli, this is Sici. Do you know where Lovi is? I am currently staying at Britains house and due to memory loss I am very confused. I only remember you, Lovi, and Spain.)
"Ma almeno si può ancora parlare italiano! Perché non vieni per la pasta? Forse possiamo aiutarvi con la vostra memoria." Italy said. "Sapete dove trovarci! Ci vediamo allora!"
(translation: But at least you can still speak Italian! Why dont you come over for pasta? Maybe we can help you with your know where to find us! See you then!)
"Sì va bene. Ciao!~" (translation: Yeah okay. Bye!) And she hung up. She turned to America and Britain who were sitting there with dumbfound looks. "What?"
"Can you translate that all to English please?" America asked.
Cecilia smiled a big cheshire cat grin. "Nope. Anywhoo I'm leaving now." She stopped, suddenly remembering something. "Did you guys bring my-"
"We brought over your skate board and gun. We stopped by on the way and got you some clothes similar to the ones you were wearing last night. Since you say you already had a home, maybe later we can go pick up you things. That is if you want to stay with me." Britain smiled at the little girl. "That answer your question?"
"Yes, yes it did." Cecilia replied as she trudged up the stairs. A few minutes later she came down in a blue shirt, cargo shorts, and her red running shoes. She raced out the door in a quick 'later' and let the door slam shut behind her.
"Why do I have a feeling I'm letting a kid devil live with me?" Britain remarked.
"Hopefully shes got some of that Italian in her."
Partner in Crime: Okay... So I got the Italian off google translate so it may not be very accurate. I apologize in advance. Anywhoo (hehe i love that word) I always suck with first chapters but i promise it will get better! Plz R&R! :D