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Song of The Siren and Mermaid 6

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Monday- 11-3


Penelope sighed, as she stared back at an empty fridge. All around her, the cabinets were drawn open, looking for at least something to make breakfast with. "Nothing at all?" she murmured to herself, looking now in the freezer. Empty as well.  "Gosh dang it…"

"Bonjour!" Francis cried out, letting the world know that he was wide-awake.
"Francis must you be so loud?" she said, rubbing her temples. "Ah but it is a beautiful day!"
"Yeah, and we have no food"
"No food! No, the awesome me does not approve!"  Apparently, Gilbert had awakened as well.
"I don't believe I asked for your approval or not" she said, sitting down at the table. "Looks like we're going to have to go shopping" she winced as she said it. It was going to be a very long day.

"So, chick that's less awesome than me"
"Penelope is my name, I'm pretty sure we've been over this"  
"Yeah, yeah, Anyway as the awesome me was saying, what are we gonna eat?"

"Well…there is always this little restaurant…"

*after leaving the restaurant*

"I swear I'm never taking you out ever again after today" She stormed out ahead of the group, letting her anger be known.
"but ma chère-"
"No! You terrorized that poor woman!"
"A little Harmless flirting Senora?"
"Harmless my lily white as-"
"Hardly language that should come from a Lady like yourself Penelope"
She ignored that last comment from Arthur. He wasn't much help to the chaos that had happened either, though he had AT LEAST tried to help get the BTT to stop. "So Penny, where are we going?" She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "The store, then the mall, and please, don't make me broke…"

They walked to the store, and for the most part it was a quiet walk. Until Francis tried to feel up Arthur, which started an argument.  It attracted a lot of attention, much to Penelope's displeasure. "Guys, can you stop arguing! You're attracting attention!" She tried getting their attention, honestly she did. But eventually she just gave up, hoping that once they got to the store they'd get distracted.

Penelope sighed, walking into the store, feeling a bit light headed. She stopped a moment, and closed her eyes, breathing deeply.  Thankfully no one had noticed considering they had all left in different directions. "Sheesh, its gonna be like an Easter egg hunt only with units…"

After many long hours of shopping with the units Penelope felt drained. The pain in her stomach was growing to be far too intense for her.  Her hands gripped onto the shopping bags filled with different arrays of food. The others were behind her, following her back towards home. They were half way out of the parking lot, going toward the first bit of Sidewalk. They were all too busy arguing with each other, to really notice anything else. She stumbled forward, before she stopped and straightened herself up.  Penelope Torres was not fainting in public, much less in the middle of a parking lot. But her body had other ideas as she tumbled to the ground, faintly hearing the calling of her name.

*enter the dream land*

She gasped as she awoke, eyes opening to see a room she didn't recognize. It was almost like she was on a sailors ship, walls and doors covered in wood. But I was very old, and had lost its color to a dull grey. She sat herself up, taking a better look at her surroundings.  The bed she was laying on had dark blue sheets, almost as dark as the raging storm outside. 'Wouldn't the boat be rocking if we were at sea?' She stood up carefully, going towards the window. The sea was crashing wave upon angry wave upon the shore, as well as a few of the boats. It appeared that she indeed was not on ship, but on a house, up on a high cliff where the sea couldn't share its rage.

She whirled around, hearing the door open, the floor boards creaking as this mysterious thing came closer. Her vision began to blur as she took in the figure before her. It was a very large person, in height and weight, wearing a bright yellow coat, and rain hat, both which had possibly seen better days. She backed up to wall behind her, fear dancing its way into her heart. In the blink of an eye he as right before her, hands around her throat lifting her higher. She clawed and scratched at his arms, kicked out wildly. She even tried to give out a few raspy notes of a song, somehow feeling that she could sing again.

But all that came out where raspy noises. Her heart was racing rapidly racing, she couldn't breathe, and she felt cold and alone. Her heart sank, no one was coming for her. Her struggles soon began to die down, her arms hanging at her side, eyes slowly closing.

*Reality now calls*

Penelope opened her eyes, looking about. She was lying on her couch, back at home. She placed a shaky hand over her racing heart. She closed her eyes tightly before opening them again, now being able to focus more.  "It's about time you got up" She jumped at the voice, following the sound to its source.  A man, not much older than her  dressed in dark blue jeans and a white shirt, a light blue sweatshirt  to finish t off.  He had dark hair that contrasted greatly with his pale skin tone and stormy eyes.

Stormy eyes?
After a few moments of searching her memory, she realized that he was the guy she'd run into a few days before! What was he doing here? She narrowed her eyes. "I know what you are"

she mentally face palmed herself. Of course she had to give that away! Why would you say that! Stupid Penelope! Stupid!

He chuckled slightly, "Yes, and I know of you" He walked over towards the couch, dully looking around. "Where are my friends?" she may not have known them long, but she did know that they wouldn't leave her with a, very attractive, creep. "Your friends around the corner worrying like a bunch of mother hens over their chicks. I told them I needed privacy to help you. Not that they could really object, they've got no idea what was, and is, wrong with you"

He strode over to one of the chairs, plopping down in it. "For all they know, you could have been dying, and by my calculations, you were just about getting there."
She glared at his last statement. She just fainted, that was all, a minor setback in her plan to get her voice back. Why was he even still here she didn't even know his name! She mentally face palmed herself again. Now was a good a time as ever to find out. Penelope turned herself back towards him, her green eyes as hard as steel. "What's your name?"

"Allistair, yours?"

She smirked slightly. "Who said I was going to trust you with that?"
"Well, I've been invited into your home, for heaven only knows how long while you've been unconscious" His voice was almost patronizing, as if he were talking to someone who just missed the most obvious thing.  Course, her retort towards him was pretty lame. "Your friends haven't come in fear of disrupting me, don't give me that look it's not a good look for you. Anyhow I told them not to just in case they found out about you and you did something stupid like-"

"They already know about me"
He ran a hand through his hair smirking slightly, "Better safe than sorry. Now where was I…Ah yes, Since you've been in my care for heaven knows how long, almost completely at my mercy, your name, to say the least, would just be polite, the formalities if you will"
Damn, he had her there.  She sat up, carefully swinging down so her feet touch the floor, her back against the cushions. "Sometimes a name can prove to be far more dangerous"
"You know what I am, and I know what you are, we are of the same kind, you tell me if I'm dangerous or not"

They sat in silence for a while, as if someone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.
"Penelope" he glanced up at her, steel eyes concentrated on her. "Pardon?" she rolled her eyes before speaking again. "I said my name is Penelope"

He smiled, before holding out his hand to shake. She took it hesitantly, not sure whether this was a huge mistake or not. "Charmed to meet your acquaintance," She wasn't certain she would be able to say the same, "I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to be off" He stood up from his chair, straightening his jacket out. "Places to be, evil plots to fulfill?" He rolled his eyes at her response while zipping up his jacket. "Of sorts, Price I pay for working in a music store. Boys! You can come in now!"  One by one the units' cam piling in, Francis and Antonio going straight to Penelope whilst Gilbert and Arthur strayed towards Allistair. "She'll be alright now, thank you gents for not disturbing me. All she needs now is some sugared water."

"For your sake, She'd better be" Gilbert basically snarled, Arthur giving him a look that could have killed.  Allistair smiled slightly, putting both hands in the air. "I promise she'll be just fine, After all I'm too young and pretty to be going to prison" and without another word he strode past them both and out the door.

"So, how did I get back here?"
Arthur sighed, walking over towards her. "Well we're not quite sure what happened to you back there, all we know is that you passed out in the middle of the lot, Allistair came over and swept you up before any of us had the time to really process what had happened, he said we needed to take you home. Not wanting to chance in any wasted, needed time, we led him home." So cute gu- Allistair carried her home eh? She felt something nudge her arm. She looked up and it was Antonio, holding a glass of what seemed to be water.

When did he get up? Penelope shook her head, mumbling her thanks as she took the glass of water. The liquid was cool down her throat and much appreciated, it took the bite off of the knawing hunger inside her, but not all of it completely. It was very much still there.


Penelopes' eyes fluttered open. She sat up again, taking in her surroundings. She was still laying on the couch, the glass of sugared water she had earlier sitting on the coffee table. The others had left to their own business, except for Gilbert, who had fallen asleep in one of te other chairs. 'Don't I have work?'
She looked over at the clock, which said it was about noon.  'Oh no…'

"I'm late!" she cried, standing up rather quickly, causing Gilbert to awake in alarm. "What!" Penelope quickly walking out of the living room to the stairs. "Frau! Where do you think your going!" he chased after her. Being in a better state of mind, he caught up to her quickly before she even actually reached a step or two up the stairs, on hand on her arm. "Gil let go! I'm late for work!"
"Frau, your not going to work after this little stunt you pulled earlier"

"I didn't d it on purpose"
"Whatever! The awesome me totally called up your friend, the French one! And she's totally got you covered, so you might as well go back to bed with a glass of your silly little sugar water and relax"
'Oh no, not Aurélie! Its her day off!'
"Wait a minute, You went through my phone?"
He took the phone out from his pocket handing it to her. "Only to call your little friend there"

She took the phone out of his hands rather quickly, smacking his hand off her arm. "Thanks"
"Just admit that I'm the most awesome guy there is out there and we'll call it good. Oh! And get me German beer, your American beer is very weak"
Penelope smirked, turning into the kitchen to get her sugared water then heading up to her room for another nap. She had a feeling it would be the last decent portion of sleep she'd be getting in a long time.
Alright everyone! here is Chapter 6!
hopefully it makes sense, Sounds like it makes sense to me ^^
Hopefully you enjoy it!
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I dont own hetalia!
however I do own Penelope..Aurelie
Amarantha, her boss, Allistair, and my idea ^^
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