Hey, guys and gals~! I hope this fanfic goes better than my others... I kinda got bored of my other story with Chibitalia... sorry. Anwyas, I hope this opening is enjoyable~
I don't own Hetalia
The usual story would start with 'One beautiful morning', or 'The sound of a bell chimed in the breeze on that fine Tuesday afternoon' and so on. Yet, dare I say this cliché line, this is not the ordinary tale. It is literally about what makes the world; our world; their world. Sure, there are normal everyday humans and our governments and nature, but theres a catch. You have heard the word 'country', right? … Yeah, yeah, lets continue.
Countries are special. You have states, continents, provinces, cities and so on, but countries define you. These places give you a background, a culture or religion, even more. But hold the phone; there's more to countries than defining a person; they are a person. Only to be known by few mortals, there are personifications of all kinds of countries. I, for one, am a very lucky person. I found these immortals by sheer coincidence!
I'm a teacher at Orbis Junior High School, teaching grade eight Social Studies and Language Arts. I had quite the 'high ranking' in the eyes of the students, seeing as to how much attention I got and the group gossip sections at lunch. Enjoying my time with everyone, I still did… have a … well, favourite class; 8-3. They all were exceptionally magnificent in both subjects I taught, earning quite the title themselves.
Yet… these teens had stunned me, seeing how they treated each other; I'm not saying that as a positive thing. Twenty five students, all having the most bipolar personalities. Some were the most oblivious people I know, others the most obnoxious. It also ranged from happy-go-lucky to depressed. Seeing how much they differed from one another, only caused mayhem. … What, did you expect so old cheap 'opposites attract' crap? Gosh, I don't know why I bother…. Moving on…
As the year crawled by with the class, I gained a few friendships with some students. I would name them off the top of my head, but I feel like thats saying to much. Anyways, one felt so strongly of their trust with me, that they claimed "I… I'm a personification…" and I chuckled at his innocence. Really? "Well, of what?" I pressed on. "Of Latvia, Ma'am.' the boy concluded. With a sigh, I left it hanging, just ruffling his hair, then demised the class. I felt bad, knowing he must have felt pretty adamant about his statement. Little did I know, he was speaking of sincerity. That young boy, by the name of Raivis Galante, is the persona of Latvia… I could only wonder if there were more like him. I could possibly guess off of some names, personalities, and looks, but knowing directly is better, right? … Guess thats just me… continuing….
Wrapping up my rant, what I ended up doing was getting them to confess in private, since I don't know what consequences they could suffer from the public knowing. Along with the meeting, I got them all to start a little story every other few day or so on their time in school; I made it an excuse for a Language Arts project. Then, at this point, we reach where I am now in my investigation. I will end up posting these little stories as I receive them.
~Mrs. Matich