Alright, readers! Welcome to my first co-op story, featuring a great Hetalia writer, Breaking-Benjamin-rules!
Hello!
Ha! Well, as you should have read in the summary, this is a story based off of what would happen if the 2p Hetalia nations got stuck in the real world! I've only read a few, and their very short; if anyone could please tell me a name of a good story like this, I will be really glad!
Well, let's get this Fanfiction story started!
I do not own Hetalia; if it did, I'd find a way to bring them to life.
Rated T for violence
Have you ever had the feeling that something bad was going to happen?
Like, something you would regret for the rest of your life?
That's how I felt, sitting in my seminar class during a cloudy day, chatting with my friends.
The day had been long and hard; tests in every class; the end of the school year was upon usfaster than we could prepare for. I laughed along with the others as they made a joke, being their usual goofy selves and causing the teacher trouble.
Slowly, the topic changed to that of Hetalia, one of my many favorite anime's. Now, here's something you should know about me; I liked the 2p characters, not the originals. I just have this weird habit of liking the villains more than the hero's. My favorite was 2p England, or, as I call him, Arthur.
It's much easier than saying 2p England every time I bring him up.
I was about to join the conversation when the bell blared over everything, signaling the final day of school. Chatter and the sounds of lockers clicking open filled the halls, drowning out those who strayed from the community.
I bid farewell to my group, walking in the freezing ran towards my small, cramped bus. I tugged my black tattered trench coat tighter around me, trying desperately to stay as dry as possible.
After sitting myself down on the furry seats, I peeled of my jacket, letting hang over the railing before me, allowing the water to drip silently onto the plastic floor. The bus roared loudly to life and I jammed my earphones into my ears, setting the volume to high and listening to my favorite song, Insanity by the awesome Vocaloid.
I watched in boredom as trees and old houses flew by out the glass window that was streaked with the clear liquid known to us as water.
The old vehicle finally came to a halt at my stop, and with anger I stepped off, my long black hair quickly soaking up the tears falling from the sky.
With a burst of speed I made a mad dash for my house, running carelessly through deep puddles and soaking my too long jeans with muddy water.
Once I arrived at the door a searched through my pockets, found the key, kicked off my shoes, and jammed the piece of patterned metal into the slot below the handle, flinging myself into the dry confinements of my home.
I walked into my room, for once glad that it stayed warm year round. I dropped my backpack on the couch before flinging myself onto the crimson covers of my cozy bed.
I closed my dark brown eyes, about to fall asleep…
*CRASH*
My head bolted of the bed as the sound of breaking wood came from above, where the kitchen was located.
I dashed up the stairs two at a time and slammed open the door.
I froze in shock
"Arthur?"
The man looked up at me, only to send me a disturbing smile.
"Hello!"
Alright, first chapter done! So happy! Now you guys have to wait for breaking Benjamin rules to post!
Until then, Sayonara, and brofist to everyone!