"Alfred," The voice said. He paused before speaking again to me. Well, more like screamed at me. "Alfred!" This time, his words had more venom. All I did was groan and bury my head further into my pillow. I didn't want to get up. No, definitely not yet. "Oi fatass get the hell up!" While saying that, he'd punched me in the arm. I groaned again, rolling over to face him. I couldn't see too well without my contacts but a figure with white hair, red eyes, and in a black skin-tight suit sitting in front of me. I knew right away who it was, I didn't need to see him to recognize that german accent.
"What the fuck Gil? What do you want?" I said back to him. The night before I stayed up late messing with my hero get-up. I wanted a different look but I didn't know what. I never figured it out either. When I sat up, I had the realization. Today is the first day of training! "What time is it!?" I panicked. I wasn't going to be late on the first day!
"It's 6:30. You broke your damn alarm when you tried to hit snooze," he told me, pointing at scraps of my alarm on my nightstand, "No more talking Alfred. You have to get ready."
"Got it! Thank's dude!" I quickly got up from my bed and pushed the prussian out of my room so I can get ready. I forgot about my strength while rushing Gilbert out I almost broke the door just trying to push it closed.
"Careful dammit," I heard his exclaim from the other room. I only rolled my eyes as I then ran over to my desk, where I'd left the suit the night before. Papers and fabrics surrounded my skin-tight outfit but luckily I'd decided to not sow anything on then. At least if I did it at the training facility I could get Elizabeta's help. While putting on my suit I made a note to thank Elizabeta for ordering me a stretchy fabric for me to make the uniform. She's my arts and crafts hook-up.
All hero's wear their suit under their regular clothes, just in case something pops up. Although some, like me, only put on the pants sometimes and carry the shirt with them. I always leave mine in my car. I'd thrown on a patriotic tank top with the classic stars and stripes along a black button-down shirt over and a dark blue pair of jeans. I then walked over to my bedside table and took the container with my contacts inside. I didn't bother cleaning up my alarm because Gil was already angry with me. My vision wasn't that bad so I didn't need help walking around without them. It's only a little blurry so I can make it down the hallway everyday to the bathroom to put them in. I opened the door to a furious Gilbert, fuming with rage.
"May I help you?" I asked him. This seemed to make him even angrier. He's usually not like this but since it's our first day of training, he wants to be extra cautious I guessed.
"Let's go! Hurry up already!" he replied, spitting in my face from yelling. It always irritates me when people yell in my face like I'm getting scolded. Like a child.
"Calm down, I only need to put my contacts in," I spat back, shaking the container in my hands, "Now if you'll excuse me." I pushed him out of my way as lightly as I possibly could which was still quite a bit. My super strength is a huge blessing but every now and then a curse. I am forced to be very gentle in certain situations as well as I receive teasing that I'm too rough to get a partner.
When I got to the bathroom I opened the door and the strong scent of AXE body spray entered my nostrils. Gil actually took a shower? Impressive. I thought to myself, chuckling a bit. He must've blow dried his hair too since it wasn't even wet.
"So aren't you excited!?" Gil asked me, standing in the doorway.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked back. He knew I could multitask so him talking to me while putting my contacts in wasn't a big deal. I opened the container as I put the first one on my finger.
"I know right! Do you even know anyone who's gonna be there?" I put the first one in my eye and blinked a bit before picking the second contact up.
"Only a few. I know you, Mattie of course, Elizabeta, and Kiku, who I've only met online. I just can't believe we're becoming official heros after each of us only having mutations that caused these 'powers', you know? And how many people do you know?" I responded with as I put the other contact in my other eye and blinked again then turning towards him.
"I know a lot of these now 'heros'. You, Mattie, Elizabeta. Luddy, Rod, the Italian brothers, Toni, Kiku, Francis. I've met a lot of mutants," he explained as we both walked over to the door. I grabbed the keys for the car before we left, we'd need them.
"I also can't believe they've made us our own 2 person houses to live in while training!" Since the training facility was in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, the government had to station us in the nearest town, which was quite a tiny town. You'd think they'd suspect something if a bunch of strangers just decided to move in here with all different accents. The mayor knows what is going on though, therefore we have to meet at town hall so we could all take a bus to the facility together. Kind of like school.
"Yeah! I heard that we're gonna be in teams." He said as we walked out of the house to the nice, warm summer sun kissing our skin. It was roughly 80F outside that day. Across the street was an elderly woman sitting on her porch and when she turned to see who was her new neighbors were, was left awestruck. She didn't expect a patriotic 19 year old blond boy with an albino 20 year old looking man to emerge from the house across the street. I was the first to notice the lady and because I wanted to be polite, waved at her with a big toothy grin. She then snapped out of it and weakly smiled back, waving. Gilbert had already gotten in the car by the time I was done so I hurried into the driver's seat and closed the door.
"Her breath gotten taken away by our awesomeness," he then chuckled a bit as he recalled the event that happened only a second ago, "Her face was priceless."
"Well, I'd be weirded out too if random strangers moved in across the street." The prussian seemed to be in heavy thinking mode. I could almost see the wheels turning in that head of his. After a few seconds of silence, he talked while I turned the key to turn on the car, listening to the engine purr.
"Hey." His voice was so soft I barely even heard him which caught me off guard.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"You don't think she thought we were... you know,"
"No Gilbert, I don't know. Please explain."
"We were... umm..." I'd never seen Gilbert this awkward before. He's usually 'I'm awesome! Fear me!' not 'Umm... ug... Ermmm...' I had no clue what's going through his thick skull. I sighed before speaking again. I had to concentrate on driving, I didn't have the energy to try and figure out what this man-baby was trying to say.
"I'm your friend so if you don't wanna say it, you don't have to," is all I said to him. He seemed way to flustered to make words with his mouth. At the time, I couldn't for the life of me think of something so bad to get him to shut his mouth. The car ride was quiet for the next minute, only the radio playing in the background. If Gil was that giddy and something just shut him up so easily, must be serious. Oh well.
"This is the place?" I asked as we pulled into the parking lot of a building that looked like a one-room school house. Since it was such a little town, I guessed they didn't need such a big town hall.
"Oh yeah. I'd recognize Lud's F-150 anywhere."
"So he's here already? I thought you said we'd be the first here," I pouted. It didn't start until 8 and it was 7:15. I wasn't gonna be this early to be beaten by more than 3 people.
"I said one of the first ones here," he said. His face then lit up in childish excitement before turning to me. You can almost see the eagerness seeping from him. "Park the DeLorean right next to Lud's pickup! He'll get so jealous! This'll be awesome!" Gil screamed with the enthusiasm of 1000 suns. Now, I couldn't say no to the prussian, seeing how happy he'd gotten just thinking about it. Gripping the steering wheel, I sighed and pulled into the spot next to the german's truck while Gil clapped like a little girl. I think he's bipolar. I thought to myself. I turned the key to turn the car off and unbuckled my seatbelt, taking a deep breath.
"This is it, huh?" Gil turned to me as he unbuckled his seatbelt, "No turning back now." I chuckled.
"I think when we moved out here we knew there was no going back." I shut my eyes, just trying to take in the situation. I moved out here to buttfuck nowhere from my apartment in New York City just to train with other mutants like me to become a 'hero' for their home country. Gil then thought it'd be smart to pat my shoulder to try and motivate me, which didn't work at all. Why do people think that'll work? Then I opened my eyes and turned to him faintly smiling.
"Let's do this."
The Prussian and I stood in front of the doors to city hall. We both took a deep breath before he pushed open the door. It was a quaint little room smelling of pine cones with sofas and chairs facing a stage at the end of the room. There was also tables set up with food and refreshments on the right wall with another sofa next to the tables. Sitting on that couch was a tall, buff, blue eyed, blond haired man with a short, frail, brown haired man with a curl sticking out of his head sleeping on the blond's shoulder, cuddling with the man's left arm while he had his phone in the other. The sleeping man was snoring loud too. Is this Ludwig?
"Sup bruder?" Gilbert screamed, running over to Ludwig. When the German heard the screaming of his brother, he looked up from his phone in surprise. He had tried to get up to greet his older sibling but remembered the man cuddling with his arm. Sighing, he sunk back into the couch waving with his free hand.
"You're early Gilbert. You must be excited," Ludwig said with a deep voice and thick german accent.
"Yeah brosef," Gil replied with as he crouched down to look at the sleeping man. A faint smile crept onto his face.
"You're so lucky West. Just look at your boyfriend." Boyfriend? Ludwig, a beefcake, dating that scrawny guy? I don't believe it.
"Den Mund halten," The German said back scowling but this only caused his brother to laugh slightly, careful not to wake the other man.
"Sie wissen, dass Sie wollen ihn." Whatever Gil had said made Ludwig turn bright red like a tomato. I was starting to feel awkward just watching the brothers so I walkover to a couch and plopped down. It smelt like coffee, probably from when someone spilt coffee. The two completely forgot I was even there and started to have a conversation. All I did was sigh and just wait to hear the door open again. Although, I couldn't say I wasn't eavesdropping at least a little bit but I can't understand german so it wasn't of too much help.
"So sind Sie aufgeregt?" Gilbert asked.
"Ja. Das wird ein Spaß," Ludwig responded with. Man, I wish I learned how to speak german. "Ich nehme an, Sie sind."
"Wer sind Sie am meisten gespannt zu treffen?"
"Ich will die schwedische Mutante zu erfüllen. Ich habe gehört, er war schön."
"Wirklich? Ich habe gehört, er war ruhig und beängstigend!"
"Deshalb." They both stopped talking as they heard the door creak open and stayed quiet for a few seconds. This got me curious on who it was so I leaned on one elbow and peaked my eyes over the backboard of the couch. I was greeted to the sight of two men standing in the doorway. One very tall, blond hair, blue eyed man and a noticeably shorter, blond hair, violet eyed man with a white hat on. The taller man had his arm wrapped around the shorter man's shoulders as well. Another second passed of silence as they looked behind them as 3 more men appeared in the doorway. One man was only a little bit shorter than the tallest with messy blond hair, blue eyes, and a huge goofy smile. Another was short with light blond hair, indigo eyes, and a cross clip in his hair while the shortest of the group had white hair and violet eyes.
"Hello everyone! The Nordic 5 up and ready for training!" The messy haired man shouted. He seemed very excited while the others weren't so enthusiastic. Scolws were thrown his way by his 'friends'.
"It's been a while Tino," the german said as he waved at the hatted man with his free hand. "It's a pleasure to see you again. I would get up and shake your hand but I'm a little... preoccupied."
"Don't worry it's fine!" Tino responded, "I understand when Feli is asleep, you can't wake him up."
"Hey Tino," the man with the cross pin stated, "shouldn't we introduce ourselves?" I would appreciate that. The only person I know here is Gilbert so please explain. I thought to myself. I wasn't going to say that outloud because, one, there aren't 'normal' people. Two, it would make a bad first impression. Also no one seemed to even notice I was in the room, not even Gil.
"That's a good idea! Okay I'll start. Hi, I'm Tino from Finland!" Tino looked up at the man that still had his arm wrapped around the Finn I guess as a 'your turn'. He sighed before talking.
"Berwald. Sweden." Man, he gets right to the point.
"God Sve. Be a little more serious, wont 'cha?" the man with the messy hair asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. All Berwald did was grunt. "Well, I'm Abel from Denmark, leader of the Nordic 5! This right here is Lukas of Norway," he stated pointing at the man with a cross clip, "and this is basically our little brother, Emil of Iceland," Abel said as he pointed to the silver haired boy. He looked about 16 or 17 years old. Super young for a mutant to be risking their life but I guess since he grew up around the rest of the so-called 'Nordic 5', he was raised that way.
"Nice to meet you all! I am the awesome Gilbert of Prussia and Eastern Germany!" Gil screamed, all proud of himself. I didn't think I needed to see these interactions of this conversation so I'd lain back down on the couch and only listened. No one seemed to notice me anyways.
I heard Ludwig sigh before saying, "Schön dich zu treffen. I am Ludwig of Western Germany. We're brothers. And this," he shook his arm a bit before continuing, "is Feliciano of Northern Italy. His brother hasn't arrived yet." Silence engulfed the room for a moment before Abel spoke up.
"So, who's DeLorean is outside?" I tensed up as I heard him speak those words as I also heard Gilbert erupt in laughter.
"What!?" Ludwig questioned. "There's a DeLorean outside?!" The German man quickly put Feliciano into a piggyback ride position and the Italian, surprisingly, didn't wake up. Lo-and-behold, there was a DeLorean outside parked next to his pickup-truck and the only person who he knew could have brought it was his brother, Although, he didn't know I was even there.
"Gilbert, did you steal it?!" Ludwig exclaimed to his prankster brother. By this time, the Prussian was on the floor laughing so he couldn't even say it was mine. Apparently he somehow got in a head shake somewhere in his hysteria.
"Well we're the only ones here and I drove Feli and I here and they," he stopped himself as he looked over to Tino to ask what they did to get here.
"We walked."
"Exactly, they walked here! You're the only person here who could have driven!"
"No he's not," Tino said. His statement baffled Lud. He explained later to us that Tino isn't the joker type of guy and he never sides really with Gilbert so that time wasn't an exception.
"Then who is?"
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I've never published any of my writings anywhere before. I've uploaded this one actually to Wattpad but then I realized the reason I don't read on Wattpad is because those stories are usually never serious or usually were one-shots and I wanted to add it on this website because I personally love this site and it's way more serious. I'd never thought I'd ever be uploading any of my writing. I really hope you like it. But, if you do find it bad, don't comment things like 'u suk' (I just realized that put together is UsUk my OTP) and shit like that because nothing good comes out of it for you except wasting time while I'll just laugh and try to write better.
Also I don't think I'll be uploading super often and I won't have a schedule for updating etc. I know if I create a schedule for updating I will procrastinate and not get it done and then eventually completely forget about this story and either move on to a new one or move on to fixing an old one and uploading that one which is, according to Google Docs, 35 pages long and the only reason I stopped it was because I cornered myself into writing smut and I don't think I'm gonna be good at writing that. Although, I've read so much you'd think I'd be good.
Lastly, if I do make any mistakes, I apologize. I do not have anyone reading my stories before I post them because all of my friends either don't know Hetalia, don't ship UsUk, or I just wouldn't like them to know about this.
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