APH Fic Adoption chapter 2
Title: Adoption
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, America, RussiaxAmerica, FemGermany, Canada, FemFrance, England, Prussia
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: When Alfred and Ivan are finally approved to adopt a child they get a fourteen year old girl from Germany who has been mute ever since she was six years old. FemGermany.
The dinner had been…interesting to say the least.
The most that Louise had contributed to anything that resembled conversation was pointing on the menu to the waiter. From then on she simply stared at her plate of food, picked at it, occasionally ate something, and did an occasional nod, shake, or shrug.
Most of the time she stared at the tabletop. If anything she looked…sad.
“We have a few relatives that want to meet you.” Alfred said on the ride back home. “Do you want to meet them today?”
She shrugged.
Alfred nodded, took out his cell phone, and sent a quick text to his brother.
“Since it’s still the summer you don’t have to start school for another two months.” Alfred said sliding his phone back into his pocket.
Louise nodded. Although if she was upset or not was hard to say.
She twirled a string of the cheese on her plate with her fork before she broke it in half and brought it to her mouth.
Alfred and Ivan shared a look before they looked back at the girl.
“Are you alright?” Ivan asked carefully.
Louise nodded. Her hand came up and fingered the black cross necklace around her neck before she twirled the braid at the side of her head around her finger and pulled it slightly.
This time Alfred was driving them back home. Both men continued to glance back at the girl sitting silently in the backseat.
She was lying on the seats with her legs spread in front of her drumming the car door.
“Tomorrow we’ll go get you a laptop and an iPod.” Alfred said resorting to material possessions to make her warmer to them.
She shot them a strange look before she pulled out her notepad.
“There is no need for you to do that.” she wrote.
Ivan smiled at her. “You are part of the family now and you need to fit in. Especially with Alfred and his electronic ways.”
“Says the man who’s cousin is always plugged into about three computers.” Alfred shot back.
Louise shook her head although when she turned back to look out the window Alfred was able to see her fighting a small smile.
Alfred pulled into the driveway of their house.
“Well here we are. Home sweet home.” Ivan said as he helped Louise out of the car.
They saw their living room curtains move slightly and heard a female voice call out “They are here!”
Their front door opened and Alfred’s parents came out. The moment Françoise saw Louise she grinned and came forward with her arms extended.
“Welcome my dear.” she said hugging Louise tightly. Louise threw Alfred an annoyed look. Her arms slowly came up and loosely embraced Françoise.
Arthur came up and looked her up and down. “So you are the child.”
Louise raised an eyebrow at him.
“So you really are mute.” Arthur continued. “Blessing really Alfred, you won’t have to listen to the female whining’s.”
Louise cracked her knuckles and was scowling.
She looked towards Alfred and Ivan.
“Please tell me that he is just a lonely old man that you feel sorry for and invite to make him feel better.” Louise wrote.
Françoise hid a laugh before her hand as she read what Louise had written. Alfred and Ivan coughed to hide their laughter.
“What did she write?” Arthur demanded.
Alfred held up his hands innocently as Louise slid back her notebook into her pocket.
“Nothing.” Alfred said to Arthur before turning to Louise. “And no, this man is my father and now your grandfather. The woman is your grandmother.”
Françoise gasped in mock hurt. “Don’t call me a grandmother.” she protested. “That makes me sound so old.”
“But you are old maman.” Alfred said teasingly.
“Well come on then, everyone else is waiting inside.” Arthur said turning back to the house.
Louise turned to Alfred and Ivan.
“Exactly how many people am I to expect in there?” she wrote.
“Besides Alfred’s parents there is his younger brother. His sister is away.” Ivan said. “My two sisters and three cousins.”
“And they are all very excited to meet you.” Alfred added.
Ivan walked up and held the door open for her.
“Are you coming in?” he asked.
Louise hesitated.
‘I have been mute for the last ’eight years and seven months. Trust me that when you don’t say anything you pay attention to a lot of things, such as the exact number of days that you’ve been mute.
I’m pretty sure that if I concentrated and thought about it for a few minutes I would be able to tell how many hours, minutes, and possibly seconds as well to add to the years and months.
I’ve been around Europe and I believe parts of Asia, I never really tried to figure it out, from one adoption house to the other.
There was just never that much room for all the girls that were orphans or just not wanted.
I have a pretty good grasp on languages. Might not be perfect but I can get my point across. Italian. French. Dutch. I learned some Nordic language, can never remember which one, and a bit of Russian.
Not bad for a fourteen year old.
And of course there is English and my native language German.
Although this is my first time in America. Have to say I don’t see what is so big about it and why so many people wished to come here. Even if there is something special about it I won’t have time to find out.
Because I know this routine by now. I know it perfectly well; it’s been played out a few times.
A couple wants to adopt me. They think I’m the perfect little girl that they can mold into whatever it is that they want.
I am stubborn; I got that from my mother. I am proud; I got that from my father.
And then there is the fact that I am mute. It bothers people to no end. Just like that man who is Alfred’s father, I can tell that he is disgruntled with my muteness and is only holding himself back because his son is here.
I do like Alfred and Ivan. They seem like really nice people and they were so eager when they heard about me.
But I know what’s going to happen.
The happiness and the eagerness of finally adopting a child is going to wear out and disappear and will be replaced with short tempers and annoyance.
Just like everyone else that had ever wanted to adopt me they will get tired of me and send me back. Except this time I’m not sure if I’m going back to Europe to the orphanage or if I am going to stay at an American one.
That’s why I don’t see the point in buying anything for my room.
That’s why I don’t see the point in smiling and pretending I’m happy.
That’s why I don’t see the point in buying me that computer and iPod that Alfred had wanted to buy me.
That’s why I don’t see the point in meeting their family.
And most of all I don’t see the point in why they are trying so hard if they realize that I am not going to change.
This might hurt them, it has hurt people in the past, but I am not going to change myself unless I see fit. One of the things my father had taught me was that I should never look to others for what they want me to be.
Ivan and Alfred are waiting for me to enter their house. They really are trying for her to become part of the family.
I am sorry that I have to hurt them.
I touch my necklace again. The only jewelry I have ever worn. The same necklace that my father wore around his neck. My brother has my mother’s necklace. We thought it had been fitting that the child that resembled the parent the most should have the necklace.
My brother.
I’ve been looking for my brother ever since we were separated. The reason was simple enough; the boys couldn’t have stayed with the girls anymore. They needed to be moved somewhere else.
But they didn’t have to do it in the middle of the night. I never even got a chance to say goodbye to him.
I miss him so much. I want to see him so badly.
I look up at Alfred and Ivan. Both are waiting for me very eagerly and hopefully.
I sigh inwardly and step inside their house.
I might as well just get this over with.’
If Gilbert didn’t get the hell out of here and soon he was going to kill someone.
And by g-d he was severely tempted.
Another do-gooder couple had tried to adopt him thinking they could turn him into a good boy.
That was on his list actually to be a ‘good boy’. Right after shoving a long stick straight up his ass.
He needed to get out of here. He needed to get away from these sickening sweet fuckers. Need to get away from these vests and shit of so lovingly given. Away from here.
He needed to get to his sister.
The last time he had seen her they were still kids. Young and scared, all they had was each other.
And then they were separated.
He could picture her face in his mind clearly. The blonde hair, the blue eyes. The slight rise at the corner of her lips as if she was almost smiling. The large black cross identical to his across her thin neck and shoulders.
He sometimes wondered if she ever thought of him. He thought of her almost constantly.
He will find her. They’ll be free from the people who tried to change and separate them. They would be together and return to their fatherland.
And no one would ever separate them again.
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, America, RussiaxAmerica, FemGermany, Canada, FemFrance, England, Prussia
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: When Alfred and Ivan are finally approved to adopt a child they get a fourteen year old girl from Germany who has been mute ever since she was six years old. FemGermany.
The dinner had been…interesting to say the least.
The most that Louise had contributed to anything that resembled conversation was pointing on the menu to the waiter. From then on she simply stared at her plate of food, picked at it, occasionally ate something, and did an occasional nod, shake, or shrug.
Most of the time she stared at the tabletop. If anything she looked…sad.
“We have a few relatives that want to meet you.” Alfred said on the ride back home. “Do you want to meet them today?”
She shrugged.
Alfred nodded, took out his cell phone, and sent a quick text to his brother.
“Since it’s still the summer you don’t have to start school for another two months.” Alfred said sliding his phone back into his pocket.
Louise nodded. Although if she was upset or not was hard to say.
She twirled a string of the cheese on her plate with her fork before she broke it in half and brought it to her mouth.
Alfred and Ivan shared a look before they looked back at the girl.
“Are you alright?” Ivan asked carefully.
Louise nodded. Her hand came up and fingered the black cross necklace around her neck before she twirled the braid at the side of her head around her finger and pulled it slightly.
This time Alfred was driving them back home. Both men continued to glance back at the girl sitting silently in the backseat.
She was lying on the seats with her legs spread in front of her drumming the car door.
“Tomorrow we’ll go get you a laptop and an iPod.” Alfred said resorting to material possessions to make her warmer to them.
She shot them a strange look before she pulled out her notepad.
“There is no need for you to do that.” she wrote.
Ivan smiled at her. “You are part of the family now and you need to fit in. Especially with Alfred and his electronic ways.”
“Says the man who’s cousin is always plugged into about three computers.” Alfred shot back.
Louise shook her head although when she turned back to look out the window Alfred was able to see her fighting a small smile.
Alfred pulled into the driveway of their house.
“Well here we are. Home sweet home.” Ivan said as he helped Louise out of the car.
They saw their living room curtains move slightly and heard a female voice call out “They are here!”
Their front door opened and Alfred’s parents came out. The moment Françoise saw Louise she grinned and came forward with her arms extended.
“Welcome my dear.” she said hugging Louise tightly. Louise threw Alfred an annoyed look. Her arms slowly came up and loosely embraced Françoise.
Arthur came up and looked her up and down. “So you are the child.”
Louise raised an eyebrow at him.
“So you really are mute.” Arthur continued. “Blessing really Alfred, you won’t have to listen to the female whining’s.”
Louise cracked her knuckles and was scowling.
She looked towards Alfred and Ivan.
“Please tell me that he is just a lonely old man that you feel sorry for and invite to make him feel better.” Louise wrote.
Françoise hid a laugh before her hand as she read what Louise had written. Alfred and Ivan coughed to hide their laughter.
“What did she write?” Arthur demanded.
Alfred held up his hands innocently as Louise slid back her notebook into her pocket.
“Nothing.” Alfred said to Arthur before turning to Louise. “And no, this man is my father and now your grandfather. The woman is your grandmother.”
Françoise gasped in mock hurt. “Don’t call me a grandmother.” she protested. “That makes me sound so old.”
“But you are old maman.” Alfred said teasingly.
“Well come on then, everyone else is waiting inside.” Arthur said turning back to the house.
Louise turned to Alfred and Ivan.
“Exactly how many people am I to expect in there?” she wrote.
“Besides Alfred’s parents there is his younger brother. His sister is away.” Ivan said. “My two sisters and three cousins.”
“And they are all very excited to meet you.” Alfred added.
Ivan walked up and held the door open for her.
“Are you coming in?” he asked.
Louise hesitated.
‘I have been mute for the last ’eight years and seven months. Trust me that when you don’t say anything you pay attention to a lot of things, such as the exact number of days that you’ve been mute.
I’m pretty sure that if I concentrated and thought about it for a few minutes I would be able to tell how many hours, minutes, and possibly seconds as well to add to the years and months.
I’ve been around Europe and I believe parts of Asia, I never really tried to figure it out, from one adoption house to the other.
There was just never that much room for all the girls that were orphans or just not wanted.
I have a pretty good grasp on languages. Might not be perfect but I can get my point across. Italian. French. Dutch. I learned some Nordic language, can never remember which one, and a bit of Russian.
Not bad for a fourteen year old.
And of course there is English and my native language German.
Although this is my first time in America. Have to say I don’t see what is so big about it and why so many people wished to come here. Even if there is something special about it I won’t have time to find out.
Because I know this routine by now. I know it perfectly well; it’s been played out a few times.
A couple wants to adopt me. They think I’m the perfect little girl that they can mold into whatever it is that they want.
I am stubborn; I got that from my mother. I am proud; I got that from my father.
And then there is the fact that I am mute. It bothers people to no end. Just like that man who is Alfred’s father, I can tell that he is disgruntled with my muteness and is only holding himself back because his son is here.
I do like Alfred and Ivan. They seem like really nice people and they were so eager when they heard about me.
But I know what’s going to happen.
The happiness and the eagerness of finally adopting a child is going to wear out and disappear and will be replaced with short tempers and annoyance.
Just like everyone else that had ever wanted to adopt me they will get tired of me and send me back. Except this time I’m not sure if I’m going back to Europe to the orphanage or if I am going to stay at an American one.
That’s why I don’t see the point in buying anything for my room.
That’s why I don’t see the point in smiling and pretending I’m happy.
That’s why I don’t see the point in buying me that computer and iPod that Alfred had wanted to buy me.
That’s why I don’t see the point in meeting their family.
And most of all I don’t see the point in why they are trying so hard if they realize that I am not going to change.
This might hurt them, it has hurt people in the past, but I am not going to change myself unless I see fit. One of the things my father had taught me was that I should never look to others for what they want me to be.
Ivan and Alfred are waiting for me to enter their house. They really are trying for her to become part of the family.
I am sorry that I have to hurt them.
I touch my necklace again. The only jewelry I have ever worn. The same necklace that my father wore around his neck. My brother has my mother’s necklace. We thought it had been fitting that the child that resembled the parent the most should have the necklace.
My brother.
I’ve been looking for my brother ever since we were separated. The reason was simple enough; the boys couldn’t have stayed with the girls anymore. They needed to be moved somewhere else.
But they didn’t have to do it in the middle of the night. I never even got a chance to say goodbye to him.
I miss him so much. I want to see him so badly.
I look up at Alfred and Ivan. Both are waiting for me very eagerly and hopefully.
I sigh inwardly and step inside their house.
I might as well just get this over with.’
If Gilbert didn’t get the hell out of here and soon he was going to kill someone.
And by g-d he was severely tempted.
Another do-gooder couple had tried to adopt him thinking they could turn him into a good boy.
That was on his list actually to be a ‘good boy’. Right after shoving a long stick straight up his ass.
He needed to get out of here. He needed to get away from these sickening sweet fuckers. Need to get away from these vests and shit of so lovingly given. Away from here.
He needed to get to his sister.
The last time he had seen her they were still kids. Young and scared, all they had was each other.
And then they were separated.
He could picture her face in his mind clearly. The blonde hair, the blue eyes. The slight rise at the corner of her lips as if she was almost smiling. The large black cross identical to his across her thin neck and shoulders.
He sometimes wondered if she ever thought of him. He thought of her almost constantly.
He will find her. They’ll be free from the people who tried to change and separate them. They would be together and return to their fatherland.
And no one would ever separate them again.