37Lili: Hiya! Lilith Graves here, but you can just call me Lili. This is my first fanfic so it would help if you could review this and tell me what you think of it and where I could improve! Iggy! Do the disclaimer!
Iggy: My name's not Iggy and I don't want to say it *crosses arms*
Lili: *with scary smile on my face* Do it or I'll sic France on you. :)
France: Ohonhonhonhon~
Iggy: *sweatdrops* Fine. Lilith Graves does not own Hetalia or any of the characters. Just her OC London.
Alexa Kirkland slowly cracked her eyes open to let in the early afternoon sunlight, only to squeeze them shut and bury her face further in her pillow. Almost falling back asleep, she realized something didn't feel right. Sitting straight up in her bed, Alexa looked down at her black bed sheets and tentatively reached under them, between her legs. Softly brushing the inside of her thigh, her fingers made contact with something, leaving them feeling moist, sticky, and warm. Inwardly wincing at what she would find, Alexa slowly pulled her fingers back and peered at them.
When she saw them, she groaned and kicked her blood-scented sheets off her, cursing while she made her way to the bathroom to take a shower.
England was in his office with America and France, trying to discuss [insert boring politic-related subject here], but it ended up with France trying to…well, we all know how France is, so it pretty much ended up in a huge yelling match between the three countries. England pulled back his fist to punch the frog in the nose for calling his figure "feminine" when he heard an all to-familiar yell.
"DAAAAAD!"
"'Dad?'" America and France asked in unison as all three brawling nations turned their attention to the door of the office as the source of said noise almost came into view. I say "almost" because England scrambled out of his office and slammed the door shut behind him before the other two nations could get a good view.
Hearing a conversation from the other side, America and France disengaged themselves to each put an ear against the door.
"Hey Dad, who was that?"
"No one."
I quirked an eyebrow at this. My "Dad" was one of the worst liars on the face of the planet, it not the worst. "Gee, I didn't know France and America looked like 'no one'." I said the last part with air quotes, which just made the Englishman in front of me somewhat irritated.
"What do you want Alexa?" he sighed tiredly. I decided not to push the subject of guests further and told him. "Can I have some cash? I need it to buy-"
I was stopped when Arthur stuck a wad of bills in my face. "Just go. I need you to stay out all day so I can prepare for the world meeting and you have the tendency to…"
"Irritate you?"
"Precisely. Now here you go and please PLEASE stay out of the house. At least until 6 o'clock. Alright poppet?" he placed the money in my hand. I didn't have to count to know it was well over £400
"Okay Daddy. But first I'm going to go put some outing clothes on. I'll take the back door so I don't bug you." England raised an eyebrow at my willingness to stay out of the house. I usually whined, yelled, etc…In other words I acted like a spoiled brat. England knew I wasn't actually like that; I just did it to get on his nerves. Still, I was pretty stubborn and rebellious by nature, so I wasn't surprised when my father-figure got a somewhat suspicious look on his face. "Have fun, love. Don't forget, if you're planning on staying in your house, text me. Okay?"
"Alright." I turned to head back up the stairs when Arthur's voice stopped me.
"Alexa?"
"Yeah?"
"Why did you have to go to the store in the first place?"
"Dad, my period started and I'm almost out of tamp-" "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY IT!" a furiously blushing England cried out before I could finish the cursed T-word that can make just about any male turn red. Chuckling, I leaned over and pecked Arthur on the cheek before bouncing up the stairs to get dressed for a full day out.
I stripped out of the sweatshirt and shorts I had put on when I got out of the shower earlier and stood in front my full-length mirror. I inspected my reflection.
I had the classic green Kirkland eyes; only mine were an even deeper green than England's. They were almond-shaped and fairly large surrounded by unnaturally long and thick lashes. My silvery-white hair grew a few inches past my jaw and was layered and choppy. My bangs were blunt over the center of my forehead, and then on either side they grew longer and longer until on both the right and left sides of my face I had two sections of hair that went even further past my jaw than the rest of my hair did. I admired a dye-job well done on the ends of my hair and bangs, which were an electric blue. I was worried that the color would wash out the vivid green in my eyes when in fact; it succeeded in making my eyes looking even brighter than they already did. My eyes traveled the rest of my body. I was blessed with a full, curvaceous figure, wide hips and a [insert scowl here] pretty *coughreallycough* big bust that was evened out with a curvy and trim waist.
I turned away from the mirror and went to my closet and I dug out what I was looking for. A tank top whose blue matched the ends of my hair with the words "NO RULES" spray-painted across the front. (I did that myself!) The hem of the shirt flowed out a little. For bottoms I went with light wash skinny jeans that bunched a little at the ankle. I pulled on my light blue converse low-tops and sat at my vanity deciding what to do for my hair and makeup.
I chose to leave my hair alone and just put on a hairband with a flower that was a shade or two darker than my shirt. I just kept my makeup simple with a quick layer of eyeliner and mascara and some clear gloss for my lips.
I had what some would almost describe as a Cupid's bow mouth save for the fact it was so wide. But fortunately it was evened out with lush, pale pink lips. Along with my big green eyes and small nose (that some girls would pay obscene amounts of money to get) I thought overall I wasn't too bad-looking.
Getting a blue leather watch and my iPhone (with a deadmau5 case!) I stuffed my phone, an extra tampon; the money Dad gave me and my wallet into a light blue cross-body bag that had an (adorable!) tassel on the zipper.
Getting my keys off the desk, I decided to take the window just for the hell of it. My room here was just on the second floor. Sliding my legs over the edge, I jumped. For a good thirty seconds I was airborne. Once my feet made contact with the ground, I went around the side of the house to the already-opened garage and found my car.
Well, truck actually. It was a black Humvee with monster-truck tires I had installed on them sometime last spring. I hopped in easily and started the engine. I smiled when it roared to life and I pulled out of the driveway, when I deemed myself far enough from the house, I plugged my iPhone into the stereo and pretty soon 'That's Not My Name!' by The Ting Tings was blaring from the speakers.
I came to a red light and checked my reflection. I frowned and switched my flowered headband for a knit beret of the same color.
Much better.
At the green light, I turned onto the highway, turning up my music on full blast now. I smiled when I heard the opening guitar strums for 'Teenagers' by My Chemical Romance.
I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself.
Hi, my name is Alexa Kirkland. Physically, I'm about nineteen years old but literally…well, how old do you think London is?
Yep.
I am the motherfucking human personification of the city of London. (Well, region technically, but eh, I don't really care either way)
So…that explains my dear readers, why I refer to England as 'Dad'. And I call usually Scotland, Ireland, and Wales 'Uncle.'
Northern Ireland was actually my cousin, but I considered him more my brother.
What else…? Oh yeah! My dad wants to keep me a secret from the other nations for the time being. The only person outside the UK family that knows about me is Hong Kong, which I find pretty odd considering that America, Canada, and even France had all stayed with England at some point but we had never actually crossed paths. Anyway, Dad explained to me that none of the other capital cities have human personifications.
But with the (LONDON!) Olympics happening soon again, Dad said I'd be able to attend a world meeting. I don't know if I should be excited or scared. Probably both. I was nervous at the idea of meeting real nations aside from my small family.
But let me get one thing straight: I am by NO MEANS sheltered, coddled or isolated from the world. I travel. A lot. I've been all over the world and yet none of the nations take notice of me in their homes. I find that pretty funny. England usually finds me dancing at some club. What can I say? I'm a party girl. Speaking of dancing, I FUCKIN LOOOOVE DANCING! Along with singing, listening to music, writing and recording my own songs and playing multiple instruments, dancing has been in my life for as long as I can remember. Seriously, at a club I'll always be the first one to hit the dance floor.
I also have freakish strength. England says I'm possibly stronger than America. I know he's strong because he's a superpower but I'm just a region. We've come up with several theories but none of the seemed plausible.
But that's enough about me for now.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the home-improvement store, I unplugged my iPhone and checked the list of things I needed.
Shopping List
-Curtains
-Paint (Red, lavender, black, sky blue, mint green, off-white, white, dark violet)
-Lace (Black, white)
-Toaster
-Coffee maker
-King-sized bed sheets (4 sets)
If you couldn't tell from the list, I'm in the process of remodeling my own house and I was here to get the last of the supplies.
I easily maneuvered through the aisles of the large store despite the steady pile of stuff growing in my arms. I checked the list. All I needed now was the paint.
Perfect. Then I could be out of here and maybe get some coffee. My mouth just watered at the thought of a giant mocha smothered in whipped cream and chocolate…
I shook my head to clear my distracting thoughts and I focused on the task at hand. I found the paint section and selected the paints I needed.
I found I needed more paint than I thought so I found a trolley to pile all my selections on and quickly grabbed the last can of black paint and just about ran to the cash register.
While I was digging through my purse to get my wallet, I couldn't help but feel the lecherous gaze the greasy-looking teenager that was working behind the counter was giving me. I looked up and realized he wasn't looking at my face.
He was looking at my chest. His gaze didn't as much as waver when my eyes snapped to his until I cleared my throat rather loudly. He snapped out of his "trance" and saw me holding my credit card, stony expression on my face. Seriously, what the hell was up with boys? I know I have a more…prominent chest but that didn't mean they had to go out of their way to stare and if they did dammit, don't make it so fukkin obvious.
He took the card and swiped it; his watery blue eyes never left me. I looked everywhere. My manicured nails, the linoleum floor, anywhere but him. He handed me back my card, which I promptly snatched with what looked like a coupon. Not like I'd ever come back here anyway.
Still, I looked down at it to see if it was for something useful.
No such luck.
Just scrawled on there was
Meet me here at 7 o'clock tonight for the night of your life
~AJ
I looked up at "AJ" while he winked at me. Scowling in disgust, I picked up my bagged items and left the store, grumbling something about no good classy guys being left.
After about 20 minutes of driving, I found a nice little café where I could get something to eat. Leaving my stuff in the car, I went over to a small table and ordered a large mocha with all the fixings, a dozen doughnuts, six cream-filled éclairs, and six chocolate croissants. I saw the waitress's eyes get wide when I said all of that and I didn't want it to go either.
What can I say? I like to eat. Either way, that's nothing compared to what I eat during dinner.
Licking the crumbs of my rather light brunch off my fingers, I drove outside the city to where my mansion/loft was. I call it that because it was a mansion, but it was gutted by the previous owner and converted to a REALLY big loft. Not that I was complaining, it was actually pretty cool. As I parked in the garage, I decided to get to work painting the last wall in the kitchen. Not wanting to waste any time, I picked up the bags and unlocked the door into my spacious home.
Dropping everything but the paint, I went into the kitchen to pile up the blue and white paint on the counter. I hurried up the stairs to change into some clothes I could get dirty in. I just put the rest of the paint cans somewhere near the wall of the hallway and made my way to my bedroom.
My room had a black and purple theme. The walls were dark violet with the black lace along the top edges for a border. The bed sheets I had selected were purple with black lace and a few throw pillows that had various designs in matching colors (polka dots, stripes, etc.)
I stripped out of the blue outfit and pulled on an old rugby jersey with some soft cotton shorts. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and tied a bandana over it to protect my hair from paint. Pulling on some old work boots, I went back downstairs and plugged my iPhone into the dock and some random song started playing.
I opened the can of sky blue paint and started stirring. The kitchen's color scheme was white and blue with black appliances. The counters and small island in the center were done in white tile, with black-and-blue flower designs at random. I did that myself. In fact, I remodeled my whole house myself. My dad and uncles had offered to help or hire someone. But I had wanted to do it myself to fill the void of loneliness I would sometimes get when they went off to world meetings or the like.
Humming along with the beginning of the song "I'm Alive" which is straight out of my favorite manga/anime, Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) I dipped my paintbrush into the pretty blue liquid and started painting the walls in long, even strokes.
But by the time the first verse started however, I couldn't resist sing along and swinging my hips.
Nothing I say comes out right,
I can't live without a fight,
No one ever knows my name.
When I pray for sun, it rains.
I'm so sick of wasting time,
But nothings moving in my mind,
Inspiration can't be found.
I get up and fall but,
I'm Alive; I'm Alive, oh yeah,
Between the good and bad is where you'll find me,
Reaching for heaven.
I will fight, and I'll sleep when I die,
I'll live my life, I'm Alive!
Every lover breaks my heart,
And I know it from the start,
Still I end up in a mess,
Every time I second guess.
All my friends just run away,
When I'm having a bad day,
I would rather stay in bed, but I know there's a reason.
When I'm bored to death at home,
When he won't pick up the phone,
When I'm stuck in second place,
Those regrets I can't erase.
Only I can change the end,
Of the movie in my head,
There's no time for misery,
I won't feel sorry for me.
I'm Alive; I'm Alive, oh yeah,
Between the good and bad is where you'll find me,
Reaching for heaven.
I will fight, and I'll sleep when I die,
I'll live my hard life,
I'll live my life,
I'm Alive!
By the end of the song, I had completely painted the last wall and I was using my paint brush as a mic. I had been totally jamming out I didn't realize there was a missed call. I checked to see who it was and saw it was from my dad.
"Hello Alexa, I know you're probably singing some explicit song but once you get this, call or text me. It's very important that I-SCOTLAND! GET THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM THE LIQUER CABINET!" The phone clicked after that and I figured I would just spend the night here. Sure, I loved my uncles but being around them while they were wasted was NOT my idea of fun.
I sent England a text asking what he wanted to talk to me about then I went upstairs to shower and change.
Stepping out of the shower fresh and free of paint, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and I just wore a sports bra for a top (don't judge! I live alone and I know some of you out there do the same thing!) Rubbing my hair vigorously with a towel, I saw my phone was buzzing with a new text message.
To: Alexa
From: Dad
Be packed and ready tomorrow by 7AM, you're coming with me to the world meeting.
Yeah, I pretty much freaked out.
Lili: So what do you think?
France: I thought it was wonderful ma cherie~ *tries to molest me*
Lili: STAY BACK MUTHAFUKAAAA! *waves cattle prod out of nowhere*
London: *sweatdrops* Don't forget to review while I save the authoress and France from each other...