AN: Hi! This is my first (published) fanfiction and I hope you like it. If you have any questions/comments/criticism it would be greatly appreciated!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS
Meeting the World Chapter One
I woke up in my warm bed, the sunlight streaming through my window, bright to my sleepy eyes. I sighed and rolled over to look at my alarm clock, it was a little after noon. 'Why couldn't that damn Frenchman wake me up? I'll be late to the meeting…' I tried to throw my legs over the side of the bed, but failed and ended up throwing myself off the bed. Sighing, I get up and throw the blanket back onto the bed. There was a quiet knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I ask with a Russian accent.
"It's Francis," I hear the familiar French accent and slam the door open.
"We're going to be late to the world meeting because of you," I growl.
"Haha," he laughs nervously, "Don't worry I promise we won't be late mon amie"
I glare at him again before spinning on my heel to take a shower.
"Don't make yourself comfortable you fool, I won't be long."
Grabbing a towel, I shut and locked the door to keep him from peeping, like the pervert he is. I turned the water on and waited for the water to heat up. Let's back up some, da? I live in a world where all the countries have representatives, and I don't mean representatives in America's government. I mean a sole person who represents the country itself. I am eastern Russia. After Russia became too big for big brother to handle, Russia split into two. Eastern and western Russia.
I have made a few friends, but I know that they are scared of me. Big brother and I are pretty scary to others, big brother says that they just don't understand us. But, nonetheless, I have made friends with other countries. There's northern Italy, and although he's nice, he's not very strong. He always hides behind Germany and Japan. Greece is one of the more lazy countries but his history is very interesting to me, he likes to take naps all the time and cats seem to be attracted to him. Last but not least, there's Austria. I love his music, he plays the piano to express his feelings. He plays very well.
Back to the present. The water was hot now, just the way I like it. I started singing my favorite American song. I believe it is by a band named Pierce the Veil.
"YA schitayu vashi serdtsebiyeniye pered snom ( vy spite )? YA kusayu nogti , chtoby kosti ( s kost'yu ) I togda ya polzti obratno pod lestnitsu K mestu ya nazyvayu svoy domYA deystvitel'no nadeyus', vam ponravitsya shou, Potomu chto dlya menya , eto prosto plokhoy den'. Vy dolzhny lyudi, podobnyye mne chuvstvovat." *
"Hey! Dépêchez-vous** you slow poke!" Francis yelled at me.
I groaned and got out of the shower, dried myself off, and got dressed to go to the meeting.
* I count your heartbeats before you sleep (you sleep) I bite my fingernails to bone (to bone) And then I crawl back under the stairwell To a place I call my home. I really hope you enjoy the show, Because for me, it's just a bad day. You need people like me to feel.
**Hurry up
AN: The song above is Bulls in the Bronx by Pierce the Veil. Also! If you like please review and favorite or whatevs...
