Introductions: Okay, I had the idea to experiment with this kinda cool concept involving the countries in Hetalia. This story expands to EVERYONE in Hetalia that I haven't written about yet as well, including Prussia, Poland, Belarus, Ukraine, Sweden, Finland, Iceland… JUST to name a few. And I'm including some non-cannon characters too, like The Kirkland Brothers (Scotland & The Irelands). It's in a biiiit of a different format, but I don't think you'll mind. It's meant to be read like a script. ^_^
So here's how this goes… Once a chapter is done, you will have a set of choices at your disposal. You will pick one, and click on the link that it goes to. It will take you to a new chapter based on your decision. It's sort of like an Japanese dating (otame, otome, idk how you spell it… lol!) but Hetalia style.
So lets get this party STARTED! :D
[Setting: Your bus stops suddenly, abruptly interrupting your thoughts. As you look out the window, you see you have reached your destination, a large, red-brick built apartment complex. You get up with your suitcase in hand, exit the bus, set foot on the concrete. As you take a breath in, you smile and enter through the front gate. Now inside the building, you are stopped by a stranger with blonde hair and an English accent…]
?: Hello, there! Do you happen to be the new tenant staying here?
You: Yes, actually I am.
?: I thought so. Forgive me for being rude, my name is Arthur Kirkland, but you can call me England.
You: Nice to meet you! My name is _.
England: It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. *shakes your hand firmly*
You: So… Where do I stay?
England: Oh, yes! Follow me… Would you like me to take that? *glances at suitcase*
You: Oh yes, thank you. *smiles* (Wow, how gentlemanly!)
England: Right this way, watch your step! *leads you upstairs to the 4th floor*
[As you enter the 4th floor, you notice each door has a unique personality about it. One door is painted a glossy red color, while another has a white piece of cloth draped across it. England leads you down the hall and stops at another pair of doors, one of which is plain, while the other is a bit more rustic, with black iron detailing. He sets down your suitcase and rummages through his pocket, pulling out a key…]
England: *hands over key* Here's your room 4D, and your room key. If you need anything at all, I live in room 2C.
You: Thank you so much for your help. *unlocks door and picks up suitcase*
England: I'll see you later then. Cheerio! *leaves*
[You look around at your room. It's all plain white walls, with hard wood floors and large open windows. You frown a bit, but you make a mental note to go to the local department store to make it more your style. You take an hour or so to unpack your clothes and personal belongings. After you're done, you decide to look around the complex, maybe introduce yourself to your new neighbors. However, as soon as you set foot into the hallway, you hear a scream.]
?: HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
You: ! *runs and follows voice to the white flag door, 4B, which is unlocked*
[You rush in and look around, searching for the person in trouble. You find a young man in the bathroom, crying like a baby and holding a hairbrush. He has reddish-brown hair, and smells slightly like tomatoes.]
?: OUCHIE, THAT HURTS, IT WON'T COME OUT! *tugs on brush*
You: Oh, stop that now! Tugging on it won't help at all! Here, let me try at a new angle… *fixes hair strand*
?: Ahhh, thank a-you! I feel a-so much better! *pulls you into a big hug and starts jumping around*
You: Okay, you're being a bit rough now…
?: Oh, uhhh, a-sorry! *lets go*
[Just then, an extremely tall blonde man with blue eyes comes bursting into the bathroom, red in the face and frantic. He is very handsome, and speaks in a German accent.]
?: ITALY, ARE YOU OKAY? WHO'S RAPING YOU?
Italy: I'm a-fine, Germany! My hair just a-got stuck in the hairbrush again.
You: Hello, sir… *blush* Forgive me for intruding…
Germany: *nose bleeding* From what I heard, I thought… *rubs temples*
You: … … … (Uh, this is a bit awkward!)
Germany: *wipes nose with a tissue* Excuse me for that…
You: It's not a problem. Now that I think about it, what you heard did seem a bit wrong. Anyway, I'm _. I just moved into 4D.
Germany: I am Germany, and zhat dumkoff is Italy. Again, I do apologize for zhat. I'm not usually so…
You: *raises an eye and smirks* Pervy?
Germany: *blush* Vell… Yes.
You: *giggle* You're fine. I'm sure I'll see that part of you the longer I live here… But I do have to go now. It was very nice to meet you two!
Italy: Ve~ You a-too!
[Germany leads you out the door, still flustered with embarrassment. You think it's cute, and continue on your way. Since it appeared that 4A and 4C weren't at home at the moment, you decided to look a floor down for people to meet. As you turned the corner in the 3rd floor hallway, you bump straight into a red eyed, snow-white haired man, who falls right on top of you. He smirks and pins you to the ground. As you struggle beneath him, he laughs.]
You: GET OFF OF ME! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?
?: Hmmm? Are you referring to the awesome me? *chuckles*
You: Yes, scratch the awesome, who-ever-you-are part. Now get off me!
?: Hey, that's not very nice to say! *glares*
You: It's also not that nice to pin people to the floor against their will, yet here we are… *dripping with sarcasm*
?: Haha, you've got spunk! Fine, I'll get off… *stands and helps you up* Well, just so you know, my name is Prussia, the most awesome person in this dump. Now who are you?
You: _. I just moved in upstairs… Nice to meet you, I guess…
Prussia: Pfft, you GUESS? Of course it's awesome to meet me! *walks off*
You: Hey, where are you going?
Prussia: To go laugh at my brother West for being gay enough not to hit on you yet! But before I go…
[Without warning, Prussia spins around and holds you in his arms. He brings you into a rough and passionate kiss, while you are too shocked to react. When you part, he licks his lips and smirks with sinister satisfaction glistening in his eyes. You are blushing like crazy, which pleases him.]
Prussia: Ah, you LIKED that, huh? I'm so gonna tell West! *dashes off*
You: Did that just happen…?
[Suddenly, a gentle hand brushes against your shoulder. You spin around and find yourself nose to nose with a woman with long, light brown hair. She's wearing a cloth headband and has a worried expression on her face.]
?: Dear, are you alright?
You: I think so… What WAS that?
?: I'm afraid that was one of my roommates, Prussia. He can be a total idiot sometimes, but don't let him bother you and he'll leave you alone. I'm Ms. Hungary.
You: I'm _. Thank you for your concern about me.
Hungary: Well, now that's settled… Would you like to come back to my room with me? I could make you some tea.
You: That sounds nice. I would love too.
[You follow Hungary down the hall to a door that is painted white with black detailing. As you enter, you gasp in awe at how beautiful the room is… The floor is a white marble, while the walls are an elegant lavender wallpaper. A grand ornate rug was lied out in the main room, where several antique looking sofas and chairs were circled around a large glass table. Hungary leads you to a chair, where you sit and continue to scan the room.]
Hungary: I will be back with some refreshments. *nods, then exits*
?: *Voice can be heard through another door* Hungary, vould you by chance happen to know vhere my music sheet vould be? I could had sworn zhey vere- *door opens*
[Standing before you was a tall, dark haired man, who wore a pair of glasses and a stylish dress shirt. His mouth falls open a bit seeing you, but he quickly changes his behavior and straightens up. He bows slightly before you, then smiles a little.]
?: I don't believe I've met you before, Miss…
You: _. And would expect you to… I just moved in on the 4th floor.
?: My name is Austria. I assume you have met my roommate, Ms. Hungary, or you vould not be here. I also live vith anther roommate, Prussia, who seems to be out at the moment.
You: *grimace* I'm afraid we've already met… *twiddles thumbs and looks down*
Austria: Is zhat so?
You: Regrettably, yes. You see, I bumped into him in the hallway and he… Well, he kissed me…
Austria: *glows red* H-he did VHAT? I am so sorry, Ms. _!
You: I'm alright, really! I was startled, yes, but that's no reason for you to worry. Besides, it's over now.
Austria: Vell, I will see to it that he apologizes for his offense against you. It was truly uncalled for!
Hungary: *enters with a tea tray* Oh, Mr. Austria! I thought you were out!
Austria: And zhank goodness I wasn't! Did you know about what Prussia did to zhis poor girl?
[Hungary, with her arsenal of delicious tea sandwiches and chamomile brew, explained the circumstances that I had come to their abode. After that, we introduced ourselves, and made small talk for about another hour. At around noon, you left, but not after Austria apologized once more.]
You: (Okay, so I've met England, Italy, Germany, Austria, Hungary, and *gag* Prussia… Who else could I meet?)
[You decide to go to the garden outside, a destination that you had noticed from your window earlier. As you exit the first floor's back door, you saw two men chatting and laughing with each other over glasses of lemonade. They barely seem to notice you as you wander across the courtyard to the rail fencing around the property. You couldn't believe your eyes: you were looking out on the rest of the city from the edge of a cliff, and in the distance you could see the glistening face of a deep blue sea. You sighed blissfully.]
?: It's beautiful, no?
You: *startled, looks over shoulder* Huh? Oh yes! Yes, of course.
?: Then again, all of this does not compare to how beautiful you are, mon cherie…
?: Ah, don't listen to him. He tells that to all the girls.
?: Quoi? No I do not!
?: I'm sorry, chika. My name is Spain, and that is my good friend France. Who might you be?
You: I'm _. And thank you for the tip.
France: *whines* Spaaaain! Why do you have to be so cruel to moi?
Spain: Because you make it so easy, mi amigo.
You: *laughs* You two sound awfully close.
Spain: Si, we've know each other for years. We have another partner in crime that should be around here somewhere… You wouldn't happen to have met Prussia, would you?
You: *sigh* Don't remind me…
France: Well that doesn't sound good. What did he do to you, my dear?
You: He pinned me to the floor and kissed me. Then he ran off to tell some guy named "West" how awesome he is…
Spain: West is his brother, Germany.
France: Well, that's not so bad. Germany might teach him a lesson… Poor guy…
Spain: France is afraid of Germany, you know.
You: He can't be THAT bad, can he? He's actually really nice.
Spain: Try explaining that to him…
You: *pushes off railing* I should get going, I have more of this place to explore. It was nice to meet you both!
France: Nice to meet you as well…*wink*
Spain: If you need anything, we live on the 3rd floor. Come around anytime!
You: I will. Adios!
[Upon turning around, you pushed down by a young man with dark brown hair. He had a scowl on his face, which was directed at Spain and France. You watch helplessly as you watch from the ground.]
?: YOU! WHAT IS THE A-BIG IDEA YOU JERK?
Spain: Romano? What's wrong?
Romano: Que parlay, don't a-you even dare ask a-me that! You left a-your red boxers in the washing machine again! All my shirts are a-pink and stuff now and I had to give them to Poland! Do you a-know how much I hate that guy?
France: Why didn't you give them to me? I love pink! It is the color of innocent love, no?
Romano: And you! You're a-just as bad as him!
You: … … … *listening to arguing*
Spain: Romano, you shouldn't be so rash. Look what you did to poor _… *helps you up* As your older brother, I say you should help introduce her to the rest of the building!
Romano: What? No way!
You: *dusts self off* It's alright, Spain. If he doesn't want to-
Romano: *grabs hand* Oh no a-you don't! You a-probably don't want me to a-help you because you a-think I can't, but I'm a-going to anyways so you can a-suck on those tomatoes! *drags back inside*
France: Ah… l'Amour…
Spain: He takes after his grandfather…
[Romano pulls you up the stairs to the 2nd floor, where he lets you of your wrist. He crosses his arms and turns his nose up at you before beginning his little "tour".]
Romano: Alright little girl, I'm only gonna repeat a-myself once, so pay attention, okay? The people who live a-on this floor are America and Canada, Japan, England, Lithuania and- *turns, then freezes in fear*
?: *smiles warmly and looks down at Romano* You forgot me, da?
Romano: R-Russia… H-hey, what's the a-big idea you creeper? *anger marks*
Russia: Well, to be polite, you're in front of my room. *points to a completely white painted door behind him* I was just about to buy a new lock for my door.
You: What happened to you're last one?
Russia: Nothing really… Except my sister broke down my door last week… I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before, da?
You: My name is-
Russia: _, right?
You: *eyes widened* How did you know my name?
Russia: I could just feel it in the air. There is some sort of energy surrounding you… But that sound silly, da?
Romano: Yes, yes, energies and mystic crap, we get it. Now how about you a-get out of my way. *attemps to pass*
Russia: *psycho eyes* *hold Romano back with faucet pipe* I wouldn't do that if I were you, da? It can be dangerous, especially if-
You: *separates them* Mr. Russia, would you like to join us? Perhaps you can show me an escape route to escape that sister of yours if I need it.
Russia: *lightens up* Da, that would be fun! *smiles* You are very kind, _.
Romano: *shakes head* No way am I a-spending time with that freak!
You: Come on! Be nice… Please?
Romano: *rolls eyes* Fine, but only if a-you'll stop whining about it…
You: *smiles* Alright! Now where to?
[A dirty-blonde haired boy rushes by you so quickly that you back into the opposite wall and fall to the floor. He his laughing hysterically as he turns the corner, and you see that he is riding a skateboard. Another blonde wearing glasses and holding a small bear in his arms comes up a moment later, apparently out of breath.]
?: America, slow down…! *sweat drop*
You: You know that guy?
?: He's my brother… *looks at you alarmed* Oh gosh are you okay…? *helps you up*
You: I'm fine. Who are you?
Bear: That's what I said!
?: Oh, uh, right… My name's Canada… My brother is America…
You: Nice to meet you, I'm _.
Canada: Wow, that's a pretty name…
Russia: *turns to Canada* Ah, Canada! When did you get here?
[Just then, America rounds another corner and is headed straight for you, Romano, Russia, and Canada. He skids and stops in front of the group, smiling and holding a hamburger. He takes a bite of it as he steps off of the board.]
America: *swallows burger bite* Hey, dudes! Who's the chick?
Romano: NONE OF A-YOU'RE BUSINESS!
Russia: This is _. She's going to be living her now, so be nice to her, da?
America: Cool! Oh, and sorry for knocking you down like that… So where are you from?
You: Oh, that's okay. It's only happened about three times today. I'm from-
Romano: It doesn't matter, okay? Look, we've got a tour to a-finish, so would you a-just go away?
America: Fine man, you don't be so mean about it! But before I go, I want to mention that I'm having a cool and totally rad party at my place. You wanna go, _?
You: Sure, I'd love to, America!
America: Awesome! It's at seven-o'clock tonight, so don't be late! We'll have tons of food and music, and we'll play some games, too! See you then. *turns around and walks away*
Canada: See you around, _. *follows America*
America: *looks at Canada* Hey, when did you get here? *laughs and continues walking*
Okay, this is where I'm leaving you (for now, don't worry!). I'll be publishing part two soon, possibly tonight. I've been in the zone writing this… It's so fun, like I'm writing a Hetalia play! Anyway, hugs, kisses, and enjoy!