Hello all! This is a new story I am really looking forward to writing. It's my first, and will surely not be my last. I will give thanks to my Beta as long as I can, since she is that amazing. Thank you Mika Nakane~ I was switching between DenNor and HongIce with this one, but we both decided HongIce was much more fitting. It's not the most known pair either, so yeah. Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters ;u; Reviews are appreciated!
Waking up on the floor is something I find myself doing once too often. My sleeping patterns could win worst in all of the world, I'm almost sure of it. I could hear the kettle whistling, and my mother moving around downstairs. I reach over to the table beside my bed, taking my glasses gently and placing them over my eyes. Ah! Good. I can actually see what I am doing now, at least. Standing up with a some-what wobble, I see my new school uniform hanging up over my door. Thoughts of today filled my head as I got dressed, feeling as though I would stop breathing from thinking about it too much. Worst case situations are what I am best at, so if something goes wrong, I won't be too surprised. Mother shouted up the fact she had made breakfast, which I replied with a "Thank you". Remembering the fact I had packed my school bag the previous night, picking it up and rushing down the stairs was a simple task. It was only eight O'clock, which gave myself exactly thirty minutes to get to school. With a kiss on mother's hand, I was gone.
"It's cold.." I whisper, rubbing my hands together. The walk felt longer than it actually was, and it was hard not to take my phone and check the time. I resisted until I reached the building. It was large, and looked old. Probably because it used to be a hospital a couple of years before I was born. It got turned into an all boys school in early 1950's, then got burned down by one of the pupils. Soon to be rebuilt in 1983, it's still pretty darn old. Everyone was standing in groups of friends, which would always make me feel uncomfortable. Not because I am not in any of them, but the feeling that it's pressuring me to make friends. I was never the social kind; my mother calls me her little home-bird. If I need to be anywhere, it's my home, by myself. I think having friends is a nice thing, but when I used to be in one of these 'groups', I felt really excludede and awkward. No one really does the whole "I have only one close best friend" thing any more...
The bell rang twice, sending the message to students that they should go to registration class. Registration class is the class you always go to first thing through all of school. It's basically where you're told where to go for certain classes, and where you can ask for help or advice if needed. But first, I had to check what registration class I would be in. Their were sheets of paper on the walls when you first walked into the school, they had all of the pupils names and what class they were in. Sadly, two things made this hard for me. 1. I'm too polite. If anyone tries to get past me, I let them. No matter if they say excuse me or not. In a school of over 1000 pupils, this was not so much a good thing. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and jumped. Only to see it was an older female pupil with long brown hair and a lovely smile.
"Need help? Here. What's your name?" The smile remained, and I couldn't look away. After a minute or so, I managed to for my name. "E-Emil. Steilsson." It was quite, besides the fact I was born with a soft voice. She nodded, pointing to my name in a matter of seconds.
"You're in Registration Class 1AA. Your Registartion teacher is Mrs Findley. She's really nice, no need to worry. You'll find the class on the second floor. I would go now, since the crowd will be moving shortly."
"T-Thank you very much." I say, smiling softly. She returned the gesture, and with that, she was gone. I didn't even ask her name... Not that she probably remembers mine... I shook out the thoughts, and began walking to the stairs. A girl who used to be in my Primary school was in the same registration as I was, so I followed her silently. She didn't seem to care, which was good. I remembered the girl had said it was on the second floor, so I went ahead of her and went quickly through the second floor hall doors. Their was a blue hallway to the right, which I guessed was where the Registration class was. I was right.
"Welcome." Mrs Findly smiled as she sat in her desk, looking over the classroom. I nodded, smiling. "Thank you. Good morning." Well, I hope I'm in her good books. Being polite and friendly towards teachers pays off down the line. I was told that by my previous Primary 7 teacher. Her name was Mrs Clark, and was probably the most wonderful and understanding person on this planet. Everthing she said to me was supporting and correct. I think I'm a better person thanks to her. I sat anywhere, which happened to be beside the girl who used to be in my Primary school. She looked grumpy, so I gave her a quick smile and took of my jacket. She didn't seem to care, and kept looking into space.
After about ten minutes or so, the Registarion class was full. We had a short visit from our Guidance teacher, talking about how we were put into dorms and teams and such. It started off well, until he asked what my gender was. Har har. I was aware I was rather feminine, but I was born like that. So I just said "I am a boy." Plainly, ignoring the awkwardness that filled the air. He replied with "Oh, alright.. Sorry." Then continued on. A few snickers were given off, and a few funny looks were sent my way. Again, I honestly did not care for anyone in this room. Never mind their opinions on my appearance.
Finally, the bell rang, and I was the first out of the class. I checked my timetable, Maths. Yay. That was sarcastic, by the way. Since I can't do Maths at all, and I find it completely and utterly dull with a capital D.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Everything suddenly went black, and I could hear a lot of people running up to me. Some laughing could be heard, but cut off the minute someone shouted the word 'Blood' rather loudly beside my ear. For goodness sake, even if I may have broken my leg, it doesn't mean you have the right to take away my hearing abilitys also. After all of that, I must have blanked out totally. I woke up on and nice, white bed. It smelt like the dentist. You know that clean, minty, bleach-like smell? Well, that's what it smelt like.
"Emil, sweetie, how are you feeling?" My lids felt heavy, and my eye sight was blurry. But after a few blinks, I could see my mother standing at my bedside. Yup, I had broken my leg, Since the pain was dreadful. "You fell down the school stairs, all three of them! By some miracle, you only broke your leg and fractured your jaw! Of course, that isn't that great... Again, many people would die.. You didn't though, Emil. I was so scared!" My mother went on and on about how much she cares and how she was so scared about me and such, I chuckled lightly and gave an "I'm alright now. Thank you". A nurse came in and spoke to me about how I would not be going to school again for 2 days, and that I would be put on medication when I got back. You'll also keep your leg bandage. I'd have to take it twice everyday and miss two classes to sit out in. I naturally chose P:E and Maths. They told me I couldn't drop out in Maths, and that I wouldn't be attending P:E anyways, so I had to choose another two. Science and Home Economics were out, due to the fact Science could put me to sleep, and I couldn't cook to save my life.
"Well, what a lovely first day you've had." My mother said, and I couldn't help but give a small grin.
