This is my first Hetalia fan fiction, so I hope I get some support on this. I've been hooked on Hetalia for a while, and took countless personality quizzes, so I guess the idea just popped up. Well, here goes nothing…
(Kimi's P.O.V.)
"Kimi!" A voice called out from behind me. "Wait up!" I quickly turned around, waving to my friend who was rushing towards me.
"Hey, what's up?" I greeted cheerfully.
"Don't forget about the cosplay party tomorrow," She assured.
"Alright, I'll be sure to remember." I giggled, patting her on the back.
"And if you can't make it, I understand." She smiled, "Just make sure to tell me if you're gonna miss it."
"Got it." I nodded, taking a moment to hike up my heavy backpack on my shoulders. "Should I bring anything other than a costume and myself?"
"Bring both your Left 4 Dead and Dead Rising games, maybe your Rumble Roses XX game if the boys get bored of the zombies." My friend listed out.
"Anything else?"
"Maybe some movies, perhaps some horror movies to freak everyone out."
"Sweet, I'll see you later." I said happily, "I'm gonna head back to my apartment."
"Bye!" She replied, giving me a hug and parting in the opposite direction.
As I started walking down the sidewalk as usual from campus, the wind blew my short brownish-red hair into a mess. Straightening out my bangs and fixing the bed head in back, I pulled my iPod out of my pocket, popped my earbuds in, and chose a song from my playlist. As the song Anarchy from the Panty Stocking with Garterbelt OST, I started bobbing my head to the beat.
My name is Panty, the crazy sexy blondie
And I'm not dumb
I'm breaking the news, now boys! Us girls
We're full-time horny too!
Hey, check out that hot one, damn he's got a big
one delicious
It's time to get dirty now, so will y'all excuse me
Read the air! I'm busy!
Garterbelt! Again you've dialed D-CITY 2-900
Pantsuline! Copy that! Clear the city!
Anarchy! Everyone wants to be me!
Anarchy yeah! Get it up so I can see!
Anarchy! Let it flow wild and free!
Anarchy yeah! Y'all ready for the gig?
Right in the middle of the guitar break, I heard shouting, mainly crying. Shutting off my iPod and stashing it into my backpack, I quietly made my way to the source of the noise. From behind, there were two blonde men smacking a poor guy crying for some guy named, Germany. I hesitated on whether or not I should get involved, but due to my forceful conscience, I had to intervene.
"Hey," I managed to call out, catching their attention, "Leave that guy alone." The words escaped my lips, but weren't fully the words boiling in my brain. Still, better than saying, "Get the fuck out of here you sons a bitches, or I'll kick the crap out of you!"
The two blonde men spun around to face me, their expressions surprised, yet not angry. One of them wore a forest green uniform, had short choppy hair, green eyes, and a crazy thick set of eyebrows that looked raked in straight rows of black. The one next to him had somewhat long hair, blue eyes, and wore a blue coat with red pants. Both of them stood blankly looking at me, almost like I was some kind of crazy person.
"If you'd be so kind as to leave that guy alone, I'd be happy not to use force." I mustered up, keeping a firm poker face and keeping my voice clear.
"And what would a lovely lady like you do about it?" The guy in blue and red sneered at me in a French accent, flashing a smile.
"Please leave, now." I said roughly, aiming my canister of pepper spray at them.
"We'll let the little sap go…" The one in green spoke in a British accent, nonetheless shaky.
"But we'll will be keeping an eye on you two, au revoir~" The other winked, before both of them ran off.
"What was that about?" I mumbled, before checking on the crying young man.
The poor thing kept rubbing his brown haired head that had been smacked meekly by those two, causing the curled strand on the right side of his head to bob up and down. Even though I would've taken a better beating from a simple bitch-slap, I instantly felt sorry for him as he wiped the tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his blue uniform. I didn't say a word, but gave him a helping hand up to his feet.
"Th-thank you for getting rid of them, they were really scary!" He chirped at me with a cheerful smile. He sounded Italian from his accent, but I couldn't really be all that sure.
"No problem, you okay?" I grinned back.
"Yeah, but they always pick on me because I'm weak and puny." He sniffled.
"That sucks, I used to have the same problem." I sighed, "I'm glad you're okay." I grinned.
"By the way, my name's Veneziano, but you can call me, Italy!"
"Nice to meet you, Italy. My name's Kimi." I replied warmly, "I'll see you later, okay? I have to get back to my apartment." With that farewell, I continued my stroll.
Break.
Right when I stepped through the wooden door, I took off my shoes and got busy packing for the party. I didn't feel like playing on my Xbox 360 today, so I got busy storing the needed games into a bag; adding Portal 2 in the mix for co-op, just for fun. Instead of waiting to pack my costume before going to the party, I decided to fold up my Cyborg Noodle jumpsuit into my bag; setting my buckled boots, my blue army beret with a red star, and a pair of gray leggings with it. After, I spent quite a bit of time choosing DVDs from my horror movie collection; I figured that I'd just go with some of the SAW movies, as well as some from the Friday the Thirteenth series. When I was done packing things away, I felt my cell phone vibrate in my sweatshirt pocket.
It was a text message from one of my friends, wondering what I was dressing up as for the party.
"I'm going as Cyborg Noodle, I'll be wearing the outfit she wore in the music video Stylo." I typed in the message reply.
"Cool, I'm dressing up as a make shift, L."
"Sweet! I can't wait to see."
"I can't wait to see yours too!"
"Alright, I'll be seeing you tomorrow."
"Later."
Ending my text conversation, I shut off my cell phone, and got back to chatting with others online. Thankfully I didn't have to put up with left over assignments, so I was free to do as I pleased. Though being a Friday night, that still didn't mean I felt like going around clubbing like most girls on campus would. Around 6 p.m. when I finished checking my email inbox, there was a knock on the door. Instinctively, I hopped out of my chair, and bolted right to the door.
Carelessly without thinking, I swung open the door to find a pair of arms wrap around my neck. I flinched where I stood so I wouldn't knock anything over, and opened one of my squinted eyes.
"Oh hey, Italy." I greeted with a sigh of relief.
"Ciao, Kimi~!" Italy greeted back, letting go of me and stepping back.
"So, what brings you here?" I asked him, almost like I've known him for a long time.
"I wanted to thank you for helping me today, lets go out for pasta!" He chirped, taking my hand.
"Um, okay…just give me a second to lock down." Excusing myself to turn off all the lights and close down my computer, grabbed my wallet, then I took my house key and locked the front door.
"C'mon, Kimi~" Italy chirped, "I know a fantastic place to eat!" He said to me, grabbing me by the hand again and dragging me along with him.
"Never thought I'd be dragged to go eat something, I always thought that was for if I ever turned anorexic." I thought blandly as we walked down the sidewalk, not even paying attention to whatever Italy was chanting.
Break.
Luckily the restaurant he mentioned wasn't too far from my place, but it still seemed like a long walk since I couldn't help but zone out on what happened today. I couldn't help but wonder, who on earth were those guys that were 'beating up' on poor Italy.
"Well, here we are~!" Italy mused, opening the door for me as we entered.
The place was such a quaint little café, with the scent of spices and all sorts of Italian foods being cooked in the air. Casually, Italy led me over to wherever our table was, and set us down in a booth for two. Scanning around the authentic Italian decorations beautifully set on the walls and counters, I took note of how cozy this place was with it's well lit environment.
"I'll pay for my meal and drink," I insisted, "I don't want to be a burden." I looked over the menu to weigh my options, but just simply decided to order a plate of spaghetti.
"Don't worry about it, I brought you here, it's my treat!" He assured to me. "Do you drink wine?"
"No, I'm not a very huge alcohol fan." I chuckled nervously, "I think I'll just have a soda."
"Okay, so why don't you tell me a bit about yourself." Italy said, trying to start up a conversation.
"Please, you first." I replied shyly. "Maybe about what you like."
"Alright~!" He grinned, "I really love pasta!"
"Cool, are there any specific dishes you enjoy?" I asked.
"That's a tough question, I love all pasta!"
"At least you aren't picky about it," I giggled, "I can be a little particular about my foods."
"Really?"
"I guess, I don't really mind food that much, I just won't eat fast food." I explained, stuttering a bit since I probably sounded a little awkward.
"I agree, America keeps trying to get me to eat hamburgers and other disgusting foods like that!"
"America?"
"He's England's brother."
"Ah, so I'm guessing the two guys smacking you around were England and France, correct?"
"Yes! How did you know?"
"The accents gave me a clue, or I'm just starting to pick up a pattern."
"Interesting!"
"So, who was that guy you were calling for?"
"Oh, Germany, he's my best friend next to Japan~!"
"I see…"
As we ate our food, it was almost like some kind of interview. I was curious to know about this guy, but I made sure to keep my distance to not overwhelm him. Although, he proved to be quite the social butterfly, and didn't hesitate to tell me what I wanted to know, explaining to me about this team called the Allied Forces and the Axis Powers. It sounded like the Allied Forces were a pretty funny bunch, seeing as how Italy described them. By the time we paid the bill and left the restaurant, I already felt comfortable talking to him, like I would with a friend I've known for a long time.
"I guess I'll see you later." I waved to him as I unlocked my front door.
"Ciao~ It was great meeting you today!" He said back as he left down the steps of the apartment.
"That was fun," I thought to myself as I kicked off my black sneakers, "I probably should've worn something more formal though." I hesitated as I looked down at my old sweatshirt, and knee length shorts. "Eh, whatever."
Before I did anything else, I made sure to lock the door. But when I turned on the lights in my living room, I could've sworn I saw something moving outside my window. Too bad it was night time, otherwise I would've actually saw something other than a shadow. It might've just been my paranoia, but something told me that I should sleep lightly and keep a crowbar next to my bed tonight. Without another thought, I decided to head back into my room to relax until I forgot the eerie feeling.
The Next Day…
I decided to go outside while the skies were still gray and the wind was still blowing, letting the sleeves of my over sized black sweatshirt engulf my hands. Normally people would be insane to be outside in this cold weather dressed in nothing but a thin sweatshirt, graphic Tee and shorts, but I didn't like being out in the sun. I quickly skipped the song This is Halloween by Marilyn Manson, and had my iPod play I Want You from Panty Stocking with Garterbelt OST. After it started playing, I decided to sit on the steps that lead up to my apartment, and curl up into a ball. The party wasn't scheduled till 6 pm, so I figured that I'd drift off into my own little world for now.
A/N: Whelp, that's it for this chapter. Review if you want me to keep going, or give me some ideas if you want a certain country from Hetalia to do something! If I really like your idea, than I'll mention you in the chapter I use it in! Bye-bye for now~!