Okay, so I'm sorry for not posting in a while, but I got a Spanish exchange student to take care of two weeks ago. Unfortunately Sergio, my Spaniard, is going home on Thursday :( But I also have good news to throw into this sad intro, a boy I've liked for a while asked me out on Wednesday! :D I was so excited and overwhelmed with balancing school, my Spaniard, and my boyfriend, I haven't had a chance to write in a while.
If any of you are wondering why I'm not writing my story, 'One Body, Two Minds,' it's because my stupid parents took away my iPod after I got a bad test grade. All of my stories were on in, and I don't feel like starting over after I have it half done… but I hope you enjoy this new story!
That stupid moron, why can't he remember anything ever! I don't see why I, of all people, have to go all the way to the bloody wanker's house to give him some papers he forgot! I have better things to do; after all, I am the United, bloody, Kingdom! I think as I step out of the cab in front of an ornate house. I quickly paid the cab driver and started walking up the stairs. After the meeting in New York, America had gotten a phone call and quickly ran off without any of the papers Germany had the liberty to give him during the meeting. Sometimes I question the intelligence of that boy…
I slowly trudged up the steps and knocked on the large, wooden door. His house wasn't far from the meeting house, but it was still annoying how everyone insisted I be the one to give him the papers. Actually, some of them had creepy-looking smiles on their faces when I finally accepted. Being lost in thought, I didn't notice that the door was opened and a young girl was looking at me until she asked, "You are England, da?" I quickly jumped at the sound of a Russian accent being uttered from the young girl. She was tall with platinum blond hair and a curl on the right side of her head that looked like the curl on Austria's head, only sideways. Her eyes were bluish with a hint of purple in them. I only realized I was staring when she spoke again. "Папа, England is at the door!"
Dad? Did I hear that right? Who would the Russian girl be calling 'dad' in America's house? And how did she know I was England? This was a very confusing day, alright…
"Diana!" I heard a booming voice yell from inside, "What have I told you about answering the door without me?" I took me a minute, but I finally realized the voice belonged to America, exactly the person I came to see. He obviously hadn't noticed me yet because he just stood next to the slightly shorter Russian and continued, "What if it had been Ivan? What would I do then?"
Ivan? What did he have anything to do with it? Maybe it was a different Ivan. It's not like it's an uncommon Russian name or anything. But I still felt slightly awkward and out of place, so I lightly coughed in an attempt to get his attention. "Yo, Iggy, what's up?" He turned and just smiled his usual, happy-go-lucky smile.
"Umm, well," I started, unsure what to say. I was still slightly confused by the Russian girl standing next to America. Now that I look at it, she kind of looks like America, only a little, though. She still had the normal Russian nose and her hair was much lighter than his, but the resemblance was there. "You left some papers at the meeting today," I showed him the large stack of paper in my arms and his smile disappeared.
"Aww, dude, not cool," he sighed and crossed his arms as if he didn't want to take the papers from my arms. "Come on in, then. I'll show you where to put them," he turned and I followed him into the huge house. Honestly he had the largest house of all the nations. Why the hell did he need all the room? There must be at least 75 rooms in this house!
He showed me to a small office and I put all the papers on the desk in the middle. "You shouldn't just run off in the future, America," I sighed, "It doesn't make you look good," I turned to face him, but he just awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
"Hehehe… sorry 'bout that, but I had some stuff to take care of back home," he trailed off, and I shook my head.
"What was so important that you had to run off? It's not like there's anyone here besides you," and that Russian girl I added to myself. Before he had a chance to continue, I pushed past him and into the hall.
Before I had a chance to move, a tall boy with bright blond hair crashed into me. I fell to the ground with a thud. It took me a minute to open my eyes, but when I did, I was utterly shocked. The boy that had run into me was only slightly shorter than me, but he had bright green eyes and slightly thick eyebrows. His hair was the same shade as mine, but he had the same obnoxious cowlick on his head as America. I slowly stood up and couldn't take my eyes off the boy. He looked like he was about fifteen or sixteen, but he had no innocent look about him. Everything about him reminded me more and more of myself or of America.
"Dad! Why the hell is he here?" The boy hissed. I couldn't help but feel hurt and slightly confused. How did this boy know me, and why did he not like me?
I turned my head and saw America standing in the door way. "England's here because he needed to give something to me. I know you still resent him, but don't be so rude, Henry," he said sternly. Wait, was that a British name? Why does he have a British name? Wait, again, why am I overreacting? It's normal for Americans to have British names, but why was this one in America's house? And why does this Henry look so much like me? This is just too much. I could feel my legs turn to jelly, and all I could hear was a faint "Arthur!" before the world went black around me.
I hope you like the first chapter of my story. It will probably be slow-going due to my lack of computer time, but bear with me. If you haven't noticed who Diana and Henry are, you'll find out soon, hehehe… :)