Summary: Anya Ovchinnikov, an orphaned Russian, gets adopted in her last year at the orphanage, removing her from her friend Natalia, her secret crush Ivan, and everyone she knows. Two years have passed, at age 16, Anya is admitted to her first school, only spend time getting to know her arranged husband, Arthur Kirkland.
Rating: Teen, for now, possibly subject to change.
Chapter 1: No Offense, But Russians Are Wankers.
"Class, this is Anya Ovchinnikov, who has just transferred to our school is a year above her grade and has a record of pure success, so class, please join me in welcoming her to this school," the teacher announces. The class just stares. A nervous smile creeps across Anya's face; the silence oppresses anything she would even consider saying. "Why don't you sit over there, by Arthur Kirkland." Anya could have sworn the teacher had sent a wink towards her. Did my adoptive parents tell him about their marriage arrangements? Anya sits down in the desk to the right of Arthur and sends a smile towards him, the only person she knows here.
"Hello, Anya," he greets. "So, you're last name is Ovchinnikov? You're parents though, they're Brits, like so..."
"They adopted me two years ago. I've spent everyday from when I was seven till fourteen in a freezing, overpopulated, and malnourished orphanage, but it was fun, in a way." She confesses, playing with her hands, which became instantly interesting for some reason.
"Russians? I don't believe such blasphemous ideas. You don't seem Russian."
"You make it sound like you know a bunch of angry Russians or something..."
"Well, not a bunch, just one big wanker of a Russian!" Arthur sneers, brows furrowing at his forehead's center.
"Oh, what's his name, or should I ask, are you sure he's even Russian?" Anya laughs lightly. Arthur makes her feel like less of a stranger, reminds her of Ivan... Ivan, did you ever help Yekaterina raise enough money to move out of Marx Orphanage? Did you and your sisters finally get to live together? Did nothing change after I was adopted?
"-ski, wait are you listening to me, Anya?" Arthur looks at her; he wonders why, or how he gets to be considered her fiancee. "Anyways, there are a lot of people here that you should avoid, for attitude purposes. The two Weillschmidts, one's a sex-hormone driven pervert, and the other is a sadist and gets off on all the wrong things. There's Bonnefoy, that bloody French prick; that is kind of self explanatory." He continues his list, and Anya just nods and pretends to take a mental note here and there.
"Arthur, we know that you are very interested in Ms Ovchinnikov for several reasons, but please, allow me to teach my bloody class." The teacher snaps which makes the rest of the class stare and snicker at Arthur's humility.
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Anya only sees Arthur for her first period; they supposedly have lunch together. However, today she couldn't find him, which led to her making new friends. Friends, whose names sound familiar, but not for a good reason, or so her gut tells her. She feels like there's a neon sign over her, flashing "new girl, some and get her!" Or maybe, she just looks that out of place. Before she even got to the lunch line, a student with a pale complexion, almost white blonde hair with a tinge of gray, and fire filled red eyes hooks his arm with Anya's. They walk a few feet like this before the pale student strikes a conversation.
"New? If not, new to me. And that's all that matters because no one, no one, is as awesome as me, and so no one else matters!" An awkward conversation starts. "Anyways, you look hot, can I order you online and get you in the mail the next day?"
"What?" This guy talks faster than Anya can think, which makes her feel small and pressured which makes her stressed and causes her to keep with one word answers.
"I guessed you were Russian, so I was just playing off the ads that you always see for ordering 'Russian Beauties' for wives, but don't take it personal. I like a girl who can hold her beer, but no one can hold it as well as I do. What can I say? I'm awesome." He continues to stroke his own ego.
"Well, unless your name is 'awesome;' I don't know who you are..." For some reason, asking his name felt extremely rude.
"Weillschmidt, Gilbert Weillschmidt. And your name?"
"Anya, Anya Ovchinnikov."
"Well, if you – no, not 'if you' cause you totally would – date me; we'd be known as the couple with the longest ass surnames, Ms Ovchin – sorry..."
"Ovchinnikov, haha, it's ok; it's a mouthful." Anya smiles at him.
"That's what you'll be saying later, when you're on your knees, loving it." Gilbert's face twists into the pervert that he is turning out to be. "I've never had a girl who was dissatisfied with my product."
"Halt den Mund, Bruder. Sie ist nicht eine deiner billigen Huren haben Sie mehr als an jedem anderen Tag! (1)" Another student accuses Gilbert; this guy has steel blue eyes, pale blonde hair that is slicked back with gel, and perfectly creased clothing, clearly has an adept knowledge of German.
"Ja, aber sie wird, warten Sie nur Bruder. Die Frauen sind alle gleich, so lange wie Sieeinen Schwanz haben sie die Oberhand haben. (2)" Gilbert replies, fluently, almost as if English were his second language but maybe, it is.
"Bruder, du irrst dich, aber du nie die Zeit nehmen, bekommen ein Mädchen kennen, bevor Sie schlafen mit ihr. (3)" The blonde seems to have found the chink in Gilbert's egotistical armor because Gilbert seems to have snapped.
"Als ob du jemals mit einer Frau schlafen, du Muschi. Es ist mir peinlich, Sie anzurufen,mein Bruder! (4)" Gilbert yells back; his ego has clearly been wounded.
"Mindestens Mama und Papa sind nicht peinlich, rufen Sie mich an ihren Sohn (5)" The blonde successfully leaves Gilbert speechless, but it's different this time, Gilbert's eyes are wide and not looking like they're about to relax any time soon.
"Ich kann nicht glauben Sie ging dorthin. Das ist ein neuer Tiefpunkt für Sie, Ludwig. (6)" Anya watches Gilbert pull back, hide in himself, avoiding eye contact with others.
"Gilbert, are you ok? I don't know what that was about, maybe it's better I don't, but you look really upset." Anya wants to make sure he's ok, under the surface of his ego.
"Nein. (7) Sorry, I'm fine. It was just a bad case of sibling rivalry, and you know how that goes."
"Well," Anya stand on her tip toes and kisses Gilbert on the cheek. "You can tell me anything, hopefully in English, and I'll try to help you." She smiles at Gilbert, who seems shocked at the fact that he may actually believe her.
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An eventful lunch for what was supposed to be a peaceful first day. All that is left of the day is one more class. Anya can handle one more class for the next twelve hours. However, she underestimates the possibility of meeting the Vargas twins and the other Weillschmidt. The Vargas twins, Feliciano and Lovino, spend the class constantly arguing in Italian and the Weillschmidt just sighs and mutters German. What's even stranger is how the teacher just lets this continue throughout the class.
"Lovino, Ludwig non è male, infatti, è molto bella e mi fa risparmiare tutto il tempo,specialmente quando sto per essere picchiato da dire totalmente estranei! (8)" Feliciano seems to convince his brother Lovino that 'Ludwig' isn't that bad. Ludwig, which Anya believes is the other Weillschmidt just from context of what everyone says around him.
"Fratello, perché è la testa avvitata su così indietro?Quel maledetto mangiatore di patatedeve smettere di farsi coinvolgere con noi. Prima o poi, dovrà iniziare a trarre vantaggio, sai? (9)" Lovino retorts with victory written on his face.
"Ma il fratello, le patate non sono così male, soprattutto con la pasta, quindi forse, solo forse, si potrebbe dare una pausa Ludwig, no? (10)" Feliciano seems to now have the upper hand over Lovino's argument.
"Non mi importa di patate! Questo maledetto tedesco è ancora qualcuno che odio, e nullasi dice può cambiare! (11)" Lovino doesn't seem to be giving up any upcoming century, so Anya tries to ignore them, while overhearing Ludwig.
"Oh Scheiße, dieses Argument nicht wieder... (12)" The German mutters and holds his head in his hands.
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Since Anya is able to survive two sibling hatreds in one day she feels invincible, that is before she walks out the door of school. Yes, it is fairly cold now, but not cold enough to require a long trench-coat and scarf. The student's strange fashion statement isn't what bothered Anya. She is bothered by his face, his voice, and just him in general.
"Oh hello," that voice triggers so many things in Anya's brain. "I'm Ivan, Ivan Braginski."
"Ivan...?"
"Святое дерьмо, Аня? (13)"
"Я скучал по тебе много, Иван... (14)" Anya replies, flawlessly in her primary language.
"Два года, двух родителей, двух человек, все из Маркса детского дома. Приятновидеть вас снова, Аня. (15)" Ivan replies; oh, how Anya's missed speaking in this beautiful language.
1 – Shut your mouth, brother. She's not one of your cheap whores you have over every other day!
2 – Yes, but she will be, just you wait brother. Women are all the same, as long as you have a dick you have the upper hand.
3 – Brother, you're wrong, but you never take the time to get to know a girl before you sleep with her.
4 – As if you'll ever sleep with a woman, you pussy. I'm embarrassed to call you my brother!
5 – At least mom and dad aren't embarrassed to call me their son.
6 – I can't believe you went there. That's a new low for you, Ludwig.
7 – No.
8 – Lovino, Ludwig's not bad, in fact, he's very nice and saves me all the time, especially when I'm about to get beaten up by totally mean strangers!
9 – Brother, why's your head screwed on so backwards? That damn potato eater needs to stop getting involved with us. Sooner or later, he'll begin to take advantage, you know?
10 – But Brother, potatoes aren't that bad, especially with pasta, so maybe, just maybe, you could give Ludwig a break, no?
11 – I don't care about potatoes! That damn German is still someone I hate, and nothing you say can change that!
12 – Oh shit, not this argument again...
13 – Holy shit, Anya?
14 – I've missed you a lot, Ivan...
15 – Two years, two parents, two people, all from Marx Orphanage. It's good to see you again, Anya.
I hope you liked the story thus far. It's my first fanfic, and I hope it turns out well :D Review and tell me what need be corrected because I will do whatever will help this story turn out to the best of its potential! :D
– FromPrussiaWithLove
