Wait... Im Related To The Nordics!? { Hetalia } ((DISCONTINUED))

Ch 18

Samantha found herself in a dark room. She knew the room well due to her being in there multiple times in her past. The only time she ever was in this room was when "She" took over. The room is Sam's mind when the other Sam is awake, a desolate place where only the images of what "She" sees are shown in the form of a window. Sighing Sam looked through the window and watched as America began to say how much he missed "Her" and how they were going to do many things when they get home.

"Home?" Sam spoke aloud and the booming sound of the other her sounded through the room.

"Mr. America's house you idiot." "She" thought irritably. This was the only way the two could communicate. When the one in the room spoke, the other can answer in her head. It was a confusing process that took Sam a long time to figure out during training.

"You know you can just call him by his actual name, right?" Sam asked annoyed.

"And you know that is very disrespectful." "She" retorted matter-of-factly.

" I always called him that and he didn't mind." Sam murmured.

"That is because you are his favorite." The other Sam replied with a poisonous tone in her voice.

Sam crossed her arms, "How do you figure that? Isn't he all over you right now." Nodding her head to the window which showed America praising the hell outta "Her".

"She" sighed. "Only for now. Once he remembers that I cant feel emotions, he will grow interested in you again."

Sam heard sadness brim the other's thought. The way "She" was trained made "her"this way. Nobody wanted"her" to rebel so they took away most of her human emotions. The only one she has full control over is "her" anger. Otherwise "she" is a machine. A Weapon used for war. An obedient doll.

Although, since "she" is an early successful prototype, "she" can have emotions, but they are very faint. The only thing that reassures "her" that she is still human.

"Ah, Who cares? I'll be the same way I was before the wash." Sam replied. She saw movement in the window, and focused on its screen again. America had took "Her" hand and pulled her towards an open seat. He began to talk about Sam and his whole plan involving her power.

Sam P.O.V

"Hasn't he figured out that I can see and hear everything he says?" I asked her. His explanation was very detailed and obviously aimed for her ears, not mine.

"No one knows except us." She answered me. I could tell she was trying to focus because the window kept going from his eyes to his mouth. I smirked and began to compliment about every little thing about America.

"My favorite thing is his eyes~. They're like big blue oceans, begging to be explored... Sexually" The whole room heaved upward as she moved and the window started to tint a slight pink. I started laughing uncontrollably at Americas confused face. The other me had to excuse herself to the bathroom. When she got there She began to scold me about being extremely disrespectful and that I shouldn't think that way about my commander.

"Oh lighten up, Germany. I think we both know about your feelings for him." I said laughing a little at the nickname I gave her.

"Don't call me that!" She said with a bit of annoyance.

"Alright how about, Louise? It's Nyo!Germany's name." I suggested, since I loved Hetalia and was always watching, talking, and thinking about it, she had to have liked it a little bit. And if she did, Germany must have been one of her favorite characters.

She sighed, " Fine you can call me Louise. It would benefit us both seeing as it's a little confusing calling each other Sam."

Louise left the bathroom and returned to her seat where America sat with a fresh pile of burgers and a glass of coke. When she sat down he asked if she would like a drink.

" Water is fine, thank you for asking sir." She said politely with a small bow of her head. I watched through the window carefully so as to not miss a thing.

He ordered the water and turned back to her and began to speak.

Third Person P.O.V

"Now when we get home, Sam we-"He was interrupted, when the other Sam spoke.

"Please," she started. " Call me
Louise, it's much easier that way."

A small spark of interest rose within the American. " What a pretty name."

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Well I have decided to not drop the story because I love writing it so much and I love all of the readers. You all are such cities

p.s. I'm going to try to edit all of my previous chapters because wow my grammar sucks balls
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