Camp Fun-and-Games?
A/N: Hello peeps! (I feel like I'm talking to Gilbird because that's Alice's nickname for it.) I have decided to write another Hetalia story. And I'm sorry if you were one of the many (I'm so happy!) people who alerted Seeing is Believing. It seems like the most I've ever gotten for a first-chapter-is-the-only-thing-up-so-far story! As well as all of the people that alerted the…um… Ложный Mirties в Suprasti…I think…(I think that's the right title…) So, if you review this one or the others (instead of just alerting ) Then I will probably get onto writing those (although I'm grapho-spasming—inside joke—SiB)
Yes, I already know that there is another story that has the APH characters go to a camp. I have indeed read it. But this is entirely different, and this idea was brewing in my head before I read it anyway.
So, this is mainly based off of the time I spent at the two (yes, because I fail for only going to two) different camps. One was Alateen, and it was only 3 days, while another was a church camp, and I stayed for about a week. Actually, it'll mostly be based on the church one. (Or at least, most of the parts I have in mind are from OLOG…)
So, yeah…Long a/n is long…
R&R! Enjoy!
Chapter 1~Welcome to PlerumqueRefugium!
Alaska POV
I stared up angrily at the arch above my head. Its level of oldness made you want to cry. I could barely read the latin—Plerumque Refugium—which looked like it was written in Sharpie.
Probably was.
If I learned anything in that first semester class of Latin I, then the camp's name was "Commonly Refuge." Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean…
Under that was "Welcome one and all~" with a fucking heart at the end.
I sighed and trudged my way to the nearest person, to find out directions to the sign-in booths in the cafeteria.
I didn't want to be here.
I would much rather stay home and play, I dunno, Solitaire, or something else that's easy to win. Or just laze about watching TV. Or stalk little kids at the park until they told on me.
Ah, good times…
But, no. My brother, Alfred fucking Jones, had to drag me along because he wanted to watch over his best friend, Arthur, and make sure he didn't get into any trouble.
Although, when Al first said this, I wondered if he really knew Arthur all that well.
But after a few moments of thinking over it, I realized that it was probably because of Al's obsession with Arthur going anywhere without him.
Oh well. I had just shrugged it off at the time.
From behind, I was confused whether or not this person was a girl. And by how they spoke, I wouldn't be surprised if they were.
"And, so I was like, totally put in the same cabin as that stupid Russian boy from class—Like, what do you want?" He turned around and flipped his shoulder-length blonde hair, looking right at me with those glittering green eyes with an almost glare.
I burned a bright red. This was the first time I had ever seen a boy in a skirt.
It was also the first time I had seen a boy with better legs than mine in a skirt.
I glanced at the boy that it, whatever its gender may be, had been talking to.
He had brown hair, just as long as his friend's, and he had matching eyes, too. But that was where the resemblance ended.
He had on a yellow collared button-up (you know, the kind you might see in a school uniform or something?) with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore green cargo shorts that came down to his knees and red slip-on Vans.
I immediately recognized the colors. I mean, after all, I am a whizz in Geography and World History…
I completely forgot about my question and pointed at the brunette. "You wouldn't happen to be Lithuanian?" I blushed as soon as I realized how stereotypical that sounded.
His eyes widened, and I noticed that Blondie's did, too.
"Well…yeah…"
I quickly pushed away the looks of doubting myself and smirked. "Well, of course you are! Of course I'd know…" I laughed, then glanced at Blondie.
Sure enough, I recognized his colors as well. He wore a white blouse with frills down the front (very girly, by the way), a red pleated plaid skirt (again, something you'd expect from a school uniform), and mismatched sandals—one red, one white.
And, to match the entire look, he wore two hair clips, both—yeah, big shocker!!!—white and red; the white on top and the red on bottom.
"And if you are as…eh-hmm, patriotic, as Lietuva over here, than you, Blondie, are Polish!"
Both of them stared at me, then Blondie smiled at me. "You must be, like, so totally proud of yourself~"
I should've guessed that he did it just to make me give up the act. It sure fucking worked.
I burnt bright red. "I…I mean…Joder[1]!" I shouted the last bit rather loudly. Most people looked at me like I was spouting gibberish, but one group of boys started snickering. I barely glanced at them.
Both boys gave me a look. "That sounded…Spanish…?" Lietuva—(I'll call him Liet for short)—asked questioningly.
"Sí—fuck, you have me speaking Spanish now! Yes, that was Spanish…"
Blondie got all in my face, staring at me with a weird look on his face. I reflexively leaned back. He sighed and shook his head. "You don't look, like, Spanish…"
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "That's because I'm Alaskan…"
They both looked at each other with a look of "that explains it."
"No wonder you totally look Russian…"
I blushed. "How stereotypical…In Alaska, about 3 percent of the population speaks Spanish. I know a little Native North-American, as well, but mostly English…And I know a lot in Russian…And a bunch of other languages, but that's because I love the world in total…" I trailed off, thinking back on why I had started talking to them.
"You should, like, totally bunk with us!" And suddenly Blondie slung his arm around my shoulder.
"What…? This camp is co-ed?" I was confused. Too confused to make him move his arm.
"Well, duh!" He replied with a laugh.
"What kind of camp are you used to?" Liet asked me, giving me an apologetic look as he noticed Blondie's position, as if he randomly touched strangers often. Which Blondie probably did.
"…Iglesiacamps…" I mumbled, glancing at the ground. I noticed that Blondie had his toes painted, too.
"What…?"
"God damnit, church!" I randomly yelled loudly, getting pissy that Blondie had better. fucking. legs.
The boys were silent for a few minutes. But I could tell that it wasn't in Blondie's nature to be quiet for too long.
"What's your, like, name?"
"Hm? Er, Alice Jones…"
"In Polish, that would so totally be said as Alicja."
I gave him a confused look. "But…I memorized what it would be in all of the possible languages, and I thought Polish was Adelajda, because of the old-German roots…"
Blondie laughed. "Totes, if you want to get, like, technical. Besides, Alicja is totally closer anyway."
Liet piped up, "Latvian would be Alise with an 'S'—"
"Nobody cares about you and your Baltic buddies!!!"
Liet gave a sort of half-annoyed-half-I-fucking-hate-your-guts look towards Blondie.
"So…what are your names?"
"Mine's so totally Feliks~ Isn't that fabulous?"
"I'm Toris…" Liet mumbled, glancing nervously around as we neared their cabin.
Sure enough, I was the only girl who had gotten there—yet. And I hated girly girls, with their stupid snarky attitudes (real word. Google it!) and obnoxious perfumes. I might be able to stand Feliks, since he was milder, but none others would be allowed.
So I planted my feet firmly on my suitcase, making me about three feet away from touching the tall, tall ceiling, and yelled as loud as I could—
"If I find out any of you carbons[2] let a girl other than me bunk in here, you're gonna get your fucking ass kicked!!!"
None of the boys really paid me attention, probably not planning on letting too many girls room there anyway.
A small group of three boys burst out laughing when they heard me, and I realized that they were the same damned group from earlier. I sent a glare in their direction. "Ninguno de ustedes puede comprender a mí, así que no hay razón para reír[3]!"
One of the boys' eyes lit up. "Puedo entender español ~[4]" I finally looked at him and realized he actually looked, well, Spanish.
"Multa…[5]" I rolled my eyes and glared at his two buddies. Apparentally, since they hung out with this guy, they had picked up a few swear words.
Damn stupid male idiots…
I got off of my suitcase and looked at Toris and Feliks.
They both looked at me like they were thinking "the fuck was that?"
I shrugged. "Idiots…"
Feliks nodded like that actually explained it, and Toris facepalmed.
"So, anyway, where are we sleeping?"
Translations:
[1] Joder! = Fuck!
[2] Carbons = Bastards
[3] Ninguno de ustedes puede comprender a mí, así que no hay razón para reír = None of you can understand me, so there is no reason to laugh
[4] Puedo entender español = I can understand Spanish
[5] Multa = Fine
(Already gave a translation for this, but here it is again~) Iglesia Church
I feel like this chapter was filler.
But it wasn't. ;^;
I know this probably was really boring. Ah, well…
Anyways~ There's a poll on my page for what story you think I should work on next~ If you pick your favorite, it may just get updated~
Most likely, SiB is going to be updated next, though, because it's the one I have closest to finish.
Would you believe me if I told you that just this chapter took me four days to write? Usually, I churn out an new story's first chapter like that *snaps*
Also, if you love my writing (or just plain ol' Hetalia) then I suggest checking out Marina-nyah and A-Bleach-Drinking-Hetalian !!! I love them! Tell 'em that I sent you!