Post by ionakirkland on Oct 17, 2011 16:55:46 GMT -5
AN: OK, so ages ago on the OOC thread I mentioned a story I've been planning. Well, I'm still planning it but here is the prologue. I don't know when I'll post the next chapter, but it might be a while as I still am trying to work out how this will go exactly. Aiming for a sort of adventure/mystery with slight humour and maybe some action. I dunno. I hope you guys like it. I would be interested in your opinion so far... I mean I may not do it if you guys don't like it so... yeah...
I do not own Hetalia. Only Iona (She's mine~!)
On with the chapter!
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Be careful...
It was such a simple instruction, one that just went over everyone’s heads. If only they’d listened. If only they’d swallowed their pride and just done what they had been told. If only they’d watched their back, paid attention, taken it more seriously.
They were all to blame, some more than others but everyone was responsible. They just hadn’t been careful enough. But they never thought this would happen. Not in a million years.
What if they’d just listened?! Then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Just maybe...
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Two people sat in silence in the empty room, both sharing the same devious smirk. One dark-featured man and a petite woman. They eyed each other knowingly, the same thoughts running through their head. After all, they all were involved in this. And there was no turning back.
After a few minutes more of silence, the two were called into another room. The duo stood there, staring across the desk at a very familiar face, one everyone knew but very few had met.
“Mr President,” the man nodded his head with respect. The president indicated for the two to sit down, which they did so without hesitation.
“Mr President, we’ve come to see you about a pressing matter,” the woman began, jumping straight in there to get to the point. “We’d like to talk to you about a few... suspicions that have arisen involving a certain Jones character.”
The president leaned back in his chair slightly, pursing his lips a tiny bit.
“Go on,” he replied with a wave of his hand. The two others turned to each other before the man pulled out a thick file and placed it on the desk in front of him.
“We and some others, who choose to remain anonymous at this point in time, have been doing some research after we heard some quite fascinating stories,” the dark man began explaining with a slightly cocky tone. “We discovered some very unusual things when hunting around to see if these stories were true. We know about this Jones person, Mr President. And we know he’s not alone.”
The president gritted his teeth slightly but continued to listen as patiently as he could as the woman continued.
“It was a lot easier to find out about Jones, but after years of research and investigation, we know about every single one of them. What we want to know is why you and the other leaders would hide this from the world.” As she spoke, the woman slowly pushed the file closer to the president. With a raise of his eyebrow, he opened it up and peered inside. It was filled with many documents, but on the top was a pile of photographs. There were so many of them, and in each one was a different person. With a growl, he quickly slammed it shut.
“What is this, some kind of conspiracy theory?!” he snapped, shoving the file away from him. The two people sneered at his reaction, quickly glancing at each other as though they were communicating with their eyes.
“You know this is the truth, Mr President,” the man said with a sigh as he and the woman stood up. “There’s no point in trying to cover it up any more. It’s too late for that. Pretty soon the word will spread and everyone will find out anyway.”
“What purpose do you have to gain from this anyway?!” the president let out a tiny snarl, which made his two visitors chuckle ever so slightly.
“We could learn a lot from these people,” the woman explained with a flick of her hair. “We just want to have a chat to some of them, find out a little bit more about what really is going on. What else are our countries hiding from us?”
The president shook his head, eyes narrowed and glaring at the two.
“You know that won’t happen. Not now, not ever.”
The duo chuckled in unison before spinning on their heels and walking away.
“We shall see, Mr President,” the man chuckled as they exited the room. “We shall see...”
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New York City, America
Natalia Arlovskaya sat on her bed in a dreamy state, staring into space and listening to the silence of her hotel room as she thought about her older brother and reflected briefly on the chaotic meeting she had just been present to. She smirked slightly to herself when the image of Toris Laurinaitis’ terrified face popped back into her mind, just before her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock at her door. The Belarusian huffed with annoyance, standing up and smoothing down her skirt as she rushed to open it. As soon as she did, a giggling blur of green and red pounced on her, sending the platinum haired girl falling to the floor with a yelp of surprise. It took a moment for Natalia to register what had happened, but when she did she gave the “thing” an awkward hug.
“Ah... Privyet,” she greeted with the faintest hint of a smile. The person raised its head, beaming at Natalia while brushing a few stray red curls out of emerald coloured eyes.
“Hey Natty!” Iona Kirkland-O’Hara chirped gleefully as she continued to hug the other girl. Meanwhile, two other girls had stepped through the doorway, chuckling at the sight of their friends piled up on the floor.
“Down Inny!” a Hungarian with long brown hair laughed as she grabbed the collar of Iona’s dress and pulled her off the Belarusian underneath the Irish girl. “You shouldn’t go round squashing your friends all the time.”
Iona pouted as she was dragged off Natalia, who stood up and brushed her dress off. Elizabeta Héderváry (the Hungarian) and Emma Lambert (a Belgium woman), sat themselves down on the other bed, grinning at Natalia like a pair of troublesome kids.
“So Natty~” Emma began as she rocked back and forth slightly. “We’re going out to do some shopping whilst we’re here in the Big Apple. Wanna come with us?”
Natalia shook her head as she sat back down in her original seat, rolling her eyes when Iona instantly bounded over and perched beside her.
“Nyet, I’ll pass on that one. I’m a little tired after that meeting,” she sighed, causing Iona to chuckle lightly.
“Is that because you spent the whole time threatening Toris and Raivis?”
“Says the girl who was threatening to blow up Frog-face again~” Emma scoffed as she pulled out a chocolate bar from her handbag and began munching on it. Elizabeta, aka Lizzy, kicked off her high heels and flopped back on the comfy bed with an oof.
“How about we just stay in and watch some yaoi?”
“I totally second that!” Inny piped up, raising her hand instantly and winking across at her Hungarian friend. Emma and Natalia both let out a loud groan, Natalia quickly snatching the remote to the TV before either of the fan girls could get their hands on it.
“If you are going to stay, let’s find a movie we can all agree on, da?” she suggested whilst flicking through channels. Inny and Lizzy both pouted, but didn’t kick up a fuss otherwise. The four girls stared at the TV in silence for a while as they went through each channel, when suddenly Emma let out a squeak. The other three faced her with slightly bewildered looks on their faces.
“Go back a channel! I think I saw something!” Emma gasped with wide eyes. Natalia did so, and the news came on. The four girls watched it with mouths slightly agape, stunned into silence as the main head-line was read out.
“Is this a joke...?” Elizabeta murmured, eyes fixed on the screen. Emma shook her head slowly as she let out a whisper,
“I don’t think so.”
Instantly, Iona shot up and pulled out her phone, quickly dialling and number and holding the device to her ear, pacing back and forth in panic.
“Artie,” she began firmly down the line. “Turn on CNN now.” The redhead hung up after delivering her message and turned back to the TV, arms crossed over her chest as she bit down on her lip. After about five minutes, everyone’s phones went off at the same time. The four girls opened up the text message they’d all just received, reading it with a slight feeling of dread in their stomachs.
Conference room. Now.
This was serious.
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AN: Ugh... not my best piece of writing I admit. I did this in like... twenty minutes on the tram... The other characters will appear next chapter if all goes according to plan.
I do not own Hetalia. Only Iona (She's mine~!)
On with the chapter!
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Be careful...
It was such a simple instruction, one that just went over everyone’s heads. If only they’d listened. If only they’d swallowed their pride and just done what they had been told. If only they’d watched their back, paid attention, taken it more seriously.
They were all to blame, some more than others but everyone was responsible. They just hadn’t been careful enough. But they never thought this would happen. Not in a million years.
What if they’d just listened?! Then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Just maybe...
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Two people sat in silence in the empty room, both sharing the same devious smirk. One dark-featured man and a petite woman. They eyed each other knowingly, the same thoughts running through their head. After all, they all were involved in this. And there was no turning back.
After a few minutes more of silence, the two were called into another room. The duo stood there, staring across the desk at a very familiar face, one everyone knew but very few had met.
“Mr President,” the man nodded his head with respect. The president indicated for the two to sit down, which they did so without hesitation.
“Mr President, we’ve come to see you about a pressing matter,” the woman began, jumping straight in there to get to the point. “We’d like to talk to you about a few... suspicions that have arisen involving a certain Jones character.”
The president leaned back in his chair slightly, pursing his lips a tiny bit.
“Go on,” he replied with a wave of his hand. The two others turned to each other before the man pulled out a thick file and placed it on the desk in front of him.
“We and some others, who choose to remain anonymous at this point in time, have been doing some research after we heard some quite fascinating stories,” the dark man began explaining with a slightly cocky tone. “We discovered some very unusual things when hunting around to see if these stories were true. We know about this Jones person, Mr President. And we know he’s not alone.”
The president gritted his teeth slightly but continued to listen as patiently as he could as the woman continued.
“It was a lot easier to find out about Jones, but after years of research and investigation, we know about every single one of them. What we want to know is why you and the other leaders would hide this from the world.” As she spoke, the woman slowly pushed the file closer to the president. With a raise of his eyebrow, he opened it up and peered inside. It was filled with many documents, but on the top was a pile of photographs. There were so many of them, and in each one was a different person. With a growl, he quickly slammed it shut.
“What is this, some kind of conspiracy theory?!” he snapped, shoving the file away from him. The two people sneered at his reaction, quickly glancing at each other as though they were communicating with their eyes.
“You know this is the truth, Mr President,” the man said with a sigh as he and the woman stood up. “There’s no point in trying to cover it up any more. It’s too late for that. Pretty soon the word will spread and everyone will find out anyway.”
“What purpose do you have to gain from this anyway?!” the president let out a tiny snarl, which made his two visitors chuckle ever so slightly.
“We could learn a lot from these people,” the woman explained with a flick of her hair. “We just want to have a chat to some of them, find out a little bit more about what really is going on. What else are our countries hiding from us?”
The president shook his head, eyes narrowed and glaring at the two.
“You know that won’t happen. Not now, not ever.”
The duo chuckled in unison before spinning on their heels and walking away.
“We shall see, Mr President,” the man chuckled as they exited the room. “We shall see...”
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New York City, America
Natalia Arlovskaya sat on her bed in a dreamy state, staring into space and listening to the silence of her hotel room as she thought about her older brother and reflected briefly on the chaotic meeting she had just been present to. She smirked slightly to herself when the image of Toris Laurinaitis’ terrified face popped back into her mind, just before her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock at her door. The Belarusian huffed with annoyance, standing up and smoothing down her skirt as she rushed to open it. As soon as she did, a giggling blur of green and red pounced on her, sending the platinum haired girl falling to the floor with a yelp of surprise. It took a moment for Natalia to register what had happened, but when she did she gave the “thing” an awkward hug.
“Ah... Privyet,” she greeted with the faintest hint of a smile. The person raised its head, beaming at Natalia while brushing a few stray red curls out of emerald coloured eyes.
“Hey Natty!” Iona Kirkland-O’Hara chirped gleefully as she continued to hug the other girl. Meanwhile, two other girls had stepped through the doorway, chuckling at the sight of their friends piled up on the floor.
“Down Inny!” a Hungarian with long brown hair laughed as she grabbed the collar of Iona’s dress and pulled her off the Belarusian underneath the Irish girl. “You shouldn’t go round squashing your friends all the time.”
Iona pouted as she was dragged off Natalia, who stood up and brushed her dress off. Elizabeta Héderváry (the Hungarian) and Emma Lambert (a Belgium woman), sat themselves down on the other bed, grinning at Natalia like a pair of troublesome kids.
“So Natty~” Emma began as she rocked back and forth slightly. “We’re going out to do some shopping whilst we’re here in the Big Apple. Wanna come with us?”
Natalia shook her head as she sat back down in her original seat, rolling her eyes when Iona instantly bounded over and perched beside her.
“Nyet, I’ll pass on that one. I’m a little tired after that meeting,” she sighed, causing Iona to chuckle lightly.
“Is that because you spent the whole time threatening Toris and Raivis?”
“Says the girl who was threatening to blow up Frog-face again~” Emma scoffed as she pulled out a chocolate bar from her handbag and began munching on it. Elizabeta, aka Lizzy, kicked off her high heels and flopped back on the comfy bed with an oof.
“How about we just stay in and watch some yaoi?”
“I totally second that!” Inny piped up, raising her hand instantly and winking across at her Hungarian friend. Emma and Natalia both let out a loud groan, Natalia quickly snatching the remote to the TV before either of the fan girls could get their hands on it.
“If you are going to stay, let’s find a movie we can all agree on, da?” she suggested whilst flicking through channels. Inny and Lizzy both pouted, but didn’t kick up a fuss otherwise. The four girls stared at the TV in silence for a while as they went through each channel, when suddenly Emma let out a squeak. The other three faced her with slightly bewildered looks on their faces.
“Go back a channel! I think I saw something!” Emma gasped with wide eyes. Natalia did so, and the news came on. The four girls watched it with mouths slightly agape, stunned into silence as the main head-line was read out.
“Is this a joke...?” Elizabeta murmured, eyes fixed on the screen. Emma shook her head slowly as she let out a whisper,
“I don’t think so.”
Instantly, Iona shot up and pulled out her phone, quickly dialling and number and holding the device to her ear, pacing back and forth in panic.
“Artie,” she began firmly down the line. “Turn on CNN now.” The redhead hung up after delivering her message and turned back to the TV, arms crossed over her chest as she bit down on her lip. After about five minutes, everyone’s phones went off at the same time. The four girls opened up the text message they’d all just received, reading it with a slight feeling of dread in their stomachs.
Conference room. Now.
This was serious.
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AN: Ugh... not my best piece of writing I admit. I did this in like... twenty minutes on the tram... The other characters will appear next chapter if all goes according to plan.
