Starting World War 3! (A Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter 36 - Civil Wars Breed Like AmeBel

(A/N: Merry Christmas! I hope you guys won't mind a very-late 12379 word (22-page) chapter as my Christmas gift to you! :)

I need to explain my absence and apologize profusely. These last couple of months have been turbulent ones for me. With exams and then results and the first anniversary of my car crash, I have been battling a lot of anxiety and so I suppose I haven't been writing as actively as I would like to. I know I said I thought that I wold have this story finished before Christmas a few months ago but evidently this is not he case. My new date is very ambitious but it's an aim that I intend to get as close as possible too. Dec, 30th is my new deadline. 

Also, a few weeks ago I dropped a short story entry for a competition that you might want to check out called 'Cold'. It's an AmeBel story. :) I really love that pairing but this story doesn't centre around them and I hardly seem to get time to just write for them so I jumped at this opportunity. 

As for this story, I'm going to break the 4th wall in a few seconds and post a serious of comments directly linked to this chapter so be prepared! Annnnndddd... did you know that Eve Kirkland's birthday was yesterday? She would have turned -13 years old because canonically she isn't even born until 2029 so that's sought of cool!

Anyway, thank you for reading! Updates are going to be a lot quicker from here on in!)

Chapter 36

"Bob Willis at your service!" the man that Mum had been talking too announced as he approached Al and I.

We had been sick of waiting in the plane and we had been sick of spying on Mum and this mystery man so we ditched Eve and Milly, who as far as we knew were asleep, and headed out to meet this guy ourselves. On the ground, this man was much taller than he looked and the way he loomed forward was overbearing but the slight smile on his face was kind and his eyes looked old and tired but full of a subtle warmth. He was like a greying G.I. Joe.

He took Al's hand, brought it too his lips and gave it a gentle kiss before doing the same to me. I squirmed a little, uncomfortable with the fact that an old guy had just kissed my hand but Mum was beaming happiness and I recalled the promise I had made to myself for her; I was going make things easier for her.

"Sorry," Al smirked at Bob, "I have a boyfriend."

Mum's face went pale, her eyebrows furrowed and her relaxed posture was now stiffly straight. She glared daggers at Al and before my cousin or Bob could say anything she calmly spoke, "Sorry, Bob. Al has a mental affliction. She lacks the ability to control what she says and then that often ends up in her expressing her grievances through yelling."

"It does not!" Al stated, looking absolutely appalled at Mum's lie. Her mouth hung agape for a moment after her refute to Mum's statement.

"See," Mum said smoothly as she wrapped an arm around Bob's shoulders, "she has trouble controlling her emotions."

"Right." Bob laughed and gave Al a sympathetic smile. I had a feeling that he knew all too well the game Mum was playing at because he took her claims lightly; brushing them off with one single word before he changed the subject completely. "Alicia," he addressed Captain Willis who stood a little behind us at the stairs, "could you drive the Boeing to Maintenance to get it cleaned and then could you go and help out with dinner in the cafeteria? Also, I would avoid talking to Lucy for a bit. She has it out for you. How many times do you have to steal that darn mascara of hers?"

"Sorry, Dad." Captain Willis apologized bashfully, a cheesy smile spread across her face. "I lost mine and I needed some. Honestly it's like she measures the amount that gets put on the brush every time she uses it! Like how petty does she have to be?"