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I’ll Come Back for You-Hetalia Fanfic Ch 1

AU: Wanting to change pace for a little bit and write something else other than just Fairly Odd Parents. Think I’m starting to get burnt out a little bit, and just want to write other things atm. Don’t worry though. Lost Child 8 is still coming, it just might be a while. Also, the Hetalia nations do not belong to me, but the Capitals mentioned are. Not meant to be historical or political in anyway. This is just for fun

Elizabeth (formally known as London) Kirkland looked around curiously as she took her seat by her father, Arthur (otherwise known as England), examining the room around her. It was rather large, and the aesthetics reminded her of her father’s study, but instead of a green color scheme, the rug was a crimson red and there were flowers everywhere. Several water cups were placed neatly in front of the seats, alongside a few pitches near the center, and the windows were much larger than Elizabeth had ever seen. 

Being amongst the first few there, England took that opportunity to show Elizabeth around since the latter was finally old enough to attend World Meetings, even if she weren’t actually to participate. England just decided to bring her there so that she could learn diplomacy, meeting etiquette, and the importance of collaboration….or so he thought.

“Last one there gets to pay for Mcdonald’s!”, a loud, excited voice boomed through the halls, as Elizabeth suddenly felt a woosh of air rush past her, laughter following and an annoyed groan from her father.

“Honestly, is that any way to behave? Alfred, this isn’t the Olympics! What in the bloody hell are you doing here in a rush for.”

“Well duh, no one’s here yet, it’s not like anyone’s gonna die.”, Alfred teased, alongside a shorter girl with short, light brown hair, who stuck a teasing tongue out at England before noticing Elizabeth.

“Heyyy London! Didn’t think you’d be here. Is this your first meeting too?”, Amelia, or Washington, also known as Alfred’s adopted little sister, asked. As her father and America started bickering, London smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah. I’m kinda nervous though. I hope I don’t get called on. I don’t know the first thing about running a country.”

“Man, you gotta relax! From what Alfred told me, we’re supposed to be observing or something, I dunno. But I don’t think they gonna call on us or anything.”, Amelia shrugged, taking a seat next to the Kirklands, propping her feet up on the table.

“Young lady, get you feet off the table!”, England snapped, shooting a glare at Amelia, who gulped and did as she was told. Man, England really was as scary as America had led on. How did Elizabeth put up with it?

“God old man, chill out. It’s not like Germany’s here or anything-”, America was interrupted by the double doors opening once more, with Germany and a girl with blond braids that Elizabeth recognized as Karolina, or Berlin formally. She gave the other two girls a slight nod before taking her seat, with a rather serious look on her face.

“What’s with her? Is she in a bad mood or something?”, Elizabeth asked Amelia, knowing that Karolina wasn’t usually like that. At school, she was rather disciplined in her grades but also had a love for sports and loved talking to the others about recent games and predictions on how team was going to do. 

“Eh kinda, but it’s nothing to worry about. She usually takes these meetings very seriously anyways.”, Amelia shrugged, “Plus, I heard she finally got demoted as Soccer captain since she hasn’t been doing too well as of recent.”

“Don’t you mean Football?”, Elizabeth asked, “And to who?”

“Juliette Bonnefoy I think. Paris if I’m not mistaken.”

“Really? I thought she would be more worried about her nails getting chipped off.”, Elizabeth said, as some of the other nations started filling in, the table not starting to fill with talking from the older nations. 

“Errr you’d be surprised. She can be kinda princessey yea, but lately, she’s been killing it in school tournaments.”, Amelia said, “Her offense is mad insane. Her last game she was losing, and then scored 3 points in the last second.”

“Damn.”, Elizabeth said, earning a “watch your mouth young lady” from England, blushing, “Sorry Dad, but man, that’s crazy. Is she gonna be here? I don’t think I’ve had the chance to meet her properly.”

“She should be getting here soon along with Mr France if I’m not mistaken.”

Oh. Elizabeth’s heart sank a little bit knowing this. England and France had never been the best of friends as far as she could tell. If he wasn’t lecturing her about her grades or talking about how much of a slob America was, then he was arguing with France over the phone or complaining to her about him. England had always warned Elizabeth to keep her distance, but from the few times she had met him, she didn’t think he was so bad. Yes, a little fruity, and he often smelled of heavy perfume, but she didn’t understand what the big deal was.

Speaking of the devil, France had finally busted through the double doors and walked in, alongside a girl that looked a bit younger than London was, and had wavy, slightly messy but super long blonde hair. Noticing the slight bounce in her step, Juliette took a seat not too far from where Elizabeth was sitting, and allowed her to get a closer look. 

Elizabeth would be lying to herself if she thought Juliette wasn’t pretty. She had the most gorgeous sapphire eyes, and she wondered how she was able to get her hair to look like it was made of satin. The pink on her dress complimented her rosy cheeks as well, as she flashed a small smile at Elizabeth before suddenly casting a nervous glance upward and turning around towards the front of the room, confusing Elizabeth. Was it something she said? As Germany started with his rant on how the meeting should be run,she suddenly felt tension in the air. Peering slightly to her right, she noticed England casting France some strange glances and receiving some in return, both of them trying to hold themselves back from starting another argument. Desperate to ignore it, Elizabeth just kept staring at the front, trying to pay attention to Germany, occasionally glancing Juliette on the side, who also seemed to pick up on the tension.

After a little while of bickering, arguing, and Italy and Isabelle (Venice) complaining (or rather whining) about wanting pasta for lunch, the group had finally decided to take a short recess and head to lunch, agreeing to meet back in about an hour. Elizabeth excused herself to the bathroom before rushing towards the women’s bathroom, meeting Juliette at the sinks, who seemed to be brushing her hair.

“You carry a hairbrush around? What, you afraid a hairstand is going to fall outta place?”, Elizabeth smirked, Juliette looking a bit offended.

“Well I didn’t realize taking care of myself was such a crime! So sorry to have burden you.”

“Relax, I’m just joking.”, Elizabeth laughed, “Swear some of you guys need to lighten up.”

“You’ve been hanging around Amelia, haven’t you?”

“How’d you figure?”

“Telling the rest of us to lighten up is totally something she would say, is it not?”, Juliette smirked, putting the hairbrush away, “I’m Juliette by the way, or Paris. I don’t think we’ve met.”

“I’ve seen you around school but don’t think so. I-I’m Elizabeth. Amelia was just telling me about how you took Karoline’s spot as soccer captain.”

“Oui, she was pissed. Chewed me out and everything when she found out”, Juliette laughed, “But it’s not my fault she’s been slacking lately. She needs to understand that sticking with the same old tricks just doesn’t work anymore. You’ve got to catch the opponent off guard.”

:”Yeah. I’m Elizabeth by the way, or London. I’ve seen you play during one of the school matches. You’re wicked good.”

“Yeah well in all honesty, the only reason I’m any good is because I watched Karoline play.”

“Oh come on, surely you’ve got some talent in you.”, Elizabeth said, finally getting around to washing her hands, “So, is this your first meeting as well or you been here before.”

“It’s my first. Papa actually bought me this just for the occasion.”, Juliette said, motioning down towards her dress, comparing herself to Elizabeth, “I-what are those on your legs?”

“You mean blue jeans? You’ve never heard of blue jeans?”

“Non. My Papa usually dresses me up in these dresses or skirts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen those before, especially on a girl.”

“Yeah well, they’re super comfy. Maybe I’ll take you shopping some time.”, Elizabeth said as she dried her hands. As the air dryer finished puffing out air however, Elizabeth could hear some shouting coming from outside the hall. 

“Are they going at it again?”, Juliette asked, slightly annoyed, “Can’t they ever go two seconds without arguing?”

“Yeah. Wonder what they’re yelling about now. Your Papa probably took some of my Dad’s precious air again.”, Elizabeth snarked, using air quotes to make Juliette laugh, “Come on. Let’s go see what they’re fighting about now.”

The girls left the bathroom and walked down the hall, headed back towards the conference room double doors where France and England were yelling at each other, grabbing each others hands, pulling one another in a chokehold, pushing, shoving, and trying to smack each other as if they were children in a playground. Juliette grabbed France from behind while Elizabeth snatched England; the girls struggling to hold their fathers back.

“Dad chill out! I dunno what happened but it’s probably not that serious. Relax.”, Elizabeth said, as England and France started to settle down and separate each other. England casted another glare at France before noticing Juliette behind him, also giving her a weird look. “Come on Dad, let’s just get back to the meeting. Germany’s gonna kill us if we’re late.”

“I suppose you’re right. Very well then.”, England sighed, as he and France made their way towards the doors, “This isn’t over, Frog.”

“Oh ho ho, Is that what you said to your reflection when you worked on your eyebrows this morning?”, France gave a sort of cocky smile as Juliette face palmed, wishing she were literally anywhere else. England snarled as they took their seats back, noticing Elizabeth’s strange looks at Juliette.

“Elizabeth, before everyone else gets here, I’d advise you stay away from her. That girl looks like she can be trouble.”

“Juliette? Dad, what are you talking about?”

“Her Dad probably fills her head with all sorts of ideas and impressions about me. I don’t want her to poison you with them.”

“Are you crazy? How is it that you and Mr France’s petty arguments are our problem?”, Elizabeth snapped, raising her voice slightly but not enough to be heard. England sighed.

“I know it’s not. I just..I don’t want you in with the wrong crowd, and her dad’s probably telling her to be disrespectful towards me. I don’t want you learning from her to be rude to adults.”

“Dad, you do realize we’re teenagers right? Even if what you were saying was true, it’s not like I have to do a damn thing she says.”

“Elizabeth Kirkland, I will not have that language. Just stay away from her, ok? It’s for the best.”

Elizabeth didn’t get another second to retaliate as the other nations started to file back in, Germany included. Still thinking about Juliette, Elizabeth droned out the rest of the meeting and kept focus on her, noticing France whisper a few things towards her who just nodded slightly. She couldn’t help but wonder if France was telling Juliette the same thing England told her. Elizabeth frowned. Why was it their fault their parents didn’t know how to act like adults? Even if Elizabeth didn’t know Juliette well, she seemed nice enough, and she seemed rather fascinated in her soccer secrets. Who did England think he was? She should be allowed with whomever she pleased.

Noticing her staring, England nudged her one again, forcing Elizabeth to pay attention to the meeting. Before staring back at the front, she caught Amelia casting a weird questioning look, with Elizabeth mouthing “We’ll talk later” before tuning back into the meeting, wishing it would just be over already. 

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