You sighed and looked into the large, mahogany vanity up against the wall in your room that had been your mothers. It had a large crack in the top left corner of the glass and the wood needed to be refinished, but it was still beautiful. You smiled whenever you looked at it. Mom loved this old thing... You reached out and lightly traced the worn, carved rose that covered the shelf of the dresser. It was the last nice thing she had left behind (that your father hadn't sold off in spite of you) before she died and you got stuck with your father and brothers. All of whom had flown the coop as soon as they were legal.

Wow, what a great pep talk (y/n). I'm sure that's a good way to start today... Pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind, you picked up your brush and dragged it through your bedhead quickly. Being late for your first day of school was probably not a good idea, despite the fact that you no longer cared about your future. You just wanted out of here.

RIIIP. Ouch. RIIIP. Ouch. RIIIIIP. Okay, I really need to start brushing my hair before I go to bed! You glanced at the clock by your bedside, 7:45. Shit. You went into the bathroom and whipped your toothbrush over your teeth. After spitting into the sink and tilting your head under the facet to get a drink, you went back into your room. Tearing open your closet doors, you pulled out a pair of gray skinny jeans, a white t-shirt with no logo, and an oversized black hoodie. You dressed quickly and did a final mirror check. Perfect. You said to yourself sarcastically. I look like I don't give a shit. Wonderful. Throwing on the hoodie and snatching up the backpack you had crammed full of stuff the night before, you jogged down the stairs and found yourself thinking back to an earlier conversation you had had with your aunt when you were in Colorado for your mom's funeral.

"Sweetie, I know this is hard for you. What with all of the time you spent bonding and traveling around to hospitals with your mom while she was getting treatments... it's because you were the one she loved the most. That had been said with a glare at your father who was across the funeral hall "mourning" over the loss of his wife with everyone expressing their sympathies for him. You wanted to throw up. She continued, "But even though you've already worked your way through high school online, I still want you to still attend school during the week. As much as I wish I could take you away from that bastard, he's still your legal guardian. I think you would be safer going to school for the day rather than staying at home. And on your eighteenth birthday, Your uncle and I will personally drive across the country and pick you up so you can live with us. Okay?" She had held you after the ceremony while you cried. "Shhh, shhhh, everything's going to be okay..."

So, she and your uncle had arranged with the new school where you were to attend for you to be there during the school day. Still taking classes so you wouldn't become an outcast, but you weren't required to do any of the homework and you didn't receive a grade, considering you had basically already graduated.

As soon as your feet hit the fist floor, you tiptoed. Down the hall, around the corner, and past your father's door. It was open a crack and you could smell the foul stench of his filthy room and hear his piggish snores. He muttered something in his sleep and stopped snoring. You flinched and froze. Unconsciously, your hand came to rest on the bruises that covered your stomach from his last drunken rage. He sighed and the snoring continued. You were good to go.

Not wanting to wake him up and face his horrible morning temper, you decided to skip breakfast and just start walking to school. Checking your back pocket to make sure your lunch money you had put there was still intact and slipping into your well worn black flats, you silently opened the door and snuck out, closing it behind you with hardly a creak. Pulling up your bag so it rested higher on your shoulders, you breathed out through your mouth and began the five minute walk to school.

*Writers Note- Okay, I love reading Hetalia high stuff. Hearing about the characters in school makes me happy. Sigh... so many fantasies... :) Sorry if this story seems really short! This is a pilot chapter, I will have another chapter (actually it's almost done and I'll probably have it up later tonight...) but I haven't yet decided if I'm going to let this series run for a while or not. Please drop me a line if you like this! I want to know if people think I can write stories with good plots! Thanks a bunch! Peace-Berries and Beans

P.S. Oh! Sorry, I wanted to let everyone know (if you didn't pick it up from the title) that this will be a 1p and a 2p ( Sane 2ps, thank you very much ) story.