Hi! I'm Sofi and this is my first Hetalia fan fiction! It's based of the movie mean girls but in Hetalia form! I hope you like it! Oh and disclaimer! I don't own Hetalia or the movie mean girls!
Cady Haron: Arthur Kirkland
Regina George: Francis Bonnefoy
Karen Smith: Antonio Frenandez Carrdiero
Gretchen Wieners: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Mr. Norbury: (Mr.) Wong So
Janice Ian:Natalia Arlovskaya
Damian:Feliks Łukasiewicz
Aaron Samuels: Alfred F. Jones
Principal Duvall: Ivan Braginski
Veneciano Vargas
Lovino Vargas
Honda Kiku
Ludwig Beilshmidt
Chapter 1: first day of school
It was a bright sunny day, not to cold to freeze to death, but not too hot to make your cloths sweaty. As if part of the scenery, birds chirped merrily as cars passed by my house. The perfect day for the first day of school!
"Ok this is your lunch love" my father told me handing me a brown bag. I smiled as I took the bag thoughtfully.
"I put a one dollar bill in there so you could buy some milk. You can ask one of the older children where to buy some. Don't go drinking that disgusting soda pop they have here alright?" I nodded obediently.
"Do you remember my cell phone number love? I wrote it down for you just in case you happen to forget it" my mom said. She then shook her head proudly looking down on me.
"Ok are you ready?" she asked.
I laughed.
"Of course I am mum. I'm not a child anymore I'm very responsible!" I scolded playfully. It's only natural for parents to get excited and cry on their child's first day of school. But this usually happens when the child is five. I'm sixteen. And until this day, I was home schooled. And yes I know what you're thinking kids who are homeschooled are usually freaks or weirdly religious or something of the sort.
But my family is completely ordinary. Except for the fact that my parents are research zoologists and we have been living in Africa for the last 12 years. I might have forgotten to mention that I have two brothers. Peter the age of eleven and my brother Scott age twenty three who also has an interest in animals. So that means I'm in the middle son.
I enjoyed living there but then my mother had gotten this crazy idea that me and my brothers needed to have some sort of 'average school life experience' so it was good bye Africa and hello high school.
"You are so lucky you don't have to go to school for another week git" I told my younger brother Peter who just smiled at me. I patted his head and got into my mum's car driving to school.
I might as well introduce myself by now. My name's Arthur Kirkland son of Alice and Thomas Kirkland. I have short blonde hair, quite think eyebrows, emerald green eyes like my mum's and stand about five feet seven inches. I'm not the most handsome guy in the world, but I wouldn't call myself an alien.
"Have a good first day sweet heart!" my mum cried.
I nodded and turned around only to be faced with a giant yellow bus that almost crushed me to bits! I let out a very manly scream, and then turned to my parents telling them I was fine then started making my way to the building in front of me.
I scratched my head slightly observing the people around. They all wore different things, and all had a different face, shape, size, it was absolutely amazing. I accidently bumped into someone who glared at me but in just one second, they disappeared. I continued walking almost getting hit with an American foot ball. This place certainly isn't safe. I finally made it to one piece into my new class room.
Thank god!
As I walked in, I saw a rather tall and large looking man, tanned skin, brown dread locks and dark brown eyes. That must be the teacher. I walked up and gave a polite smile.
"Hello there sir. I'm Arthur Kirkland. You must be the teacher. I'm new here and-
"Ugh! What an ass! Talk to me again and I kick your ass!" he turned, his hair just barely missing my face. I could tell by his accent he wasn't from here, he must be Latin. And by the looks of it he wasn't the teacher either.
How embarrassing. I noticed two class mates giggling. One had long blonde hair and was wearing a rather long purple dress. She had remarkably beautiful blue eyes and thin lips. The other one, the male, had a pink dress shirt and kakis with hair up to his shoulders. He had an interesting shade of green eyes, and his face just shouted 'gossip'
I made my way to the first vacant seat only to be stopped by the girl I mentioned earlier.
"You don't want to sit there. Elizaveta Héderváry's boyfriend sits there" she told me. Ah. Must be Russian or something.
I looked to my left seeing a girl in skinny jeans with a pink shirt, with light brown hair about down to her stomach. A rather fancy looking boy wearing glasses, in a purple tuxedo sat in the seat gently.
"Hello Eli." He started only to be shut up by a massive kiss on the lips. I stood there in disgust later finding another seat available. The girl had nodded approvingly. I looked at the seat the girl suggested and was about to sit down when someone else beat me to it.
Wanker. I thought. I then went to the front, accidently tackling, well not tackling more like accidentally falling onto a man who had coffee in his hands. The coffee spilt all over his dress shirt probably leaving a stain.
"Ow!" he cried. I looked around desperately grabbing the books she had dropped.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry! I- I didn't see you there!" I pleaded.
"No, no it was me" he replied in a Chinese accent. He had long brown hair held by a messy pony tail and greenish brown eyes. He was wearing a casual polo shirt and black pants. The class had started laughing and murmuring. Well this was going to be a jolly good day. May I add I used sarcasm in that thought.
The teacher, as I soon found out quickly took off his shirt showing a six pack which obviously made my cheeks tint slightly.
"Mr. Yao" a large man stated clearing his throat. He had a kind looking face, covered by a scarf. In this time of weather? Mr. Yao looked at him sternly.
"Sorry Ivan. I spilt coffee all over my shirt. I have an extra in drawer." He grabbed said shirt from the drawer as if to make a point.
"Alright. So, Wong, how vas your summer? I hope it was good."
"I got divorced." Wong stated coldly. Ivan how had a nervous smile on his face then turned to the class.
"Al-alright. Vell, ve 'ave a new student in our class, who is said to be from Africa da?" he asked. Yao nodded. And clapped his hands. Pointing to the tanned boy I mistook for a teacher.
"Welcome!" the boy looked frustrated and slightly angry.
"I'm from Cuba."
"Right!"
The principal shook his head and took out a paper.
"His name is Arthur. Arthur Kirkland?" he asked. I smiled and waved to him.
"Umm, that would be me."
"Oh. So you are British? That reminds me of when I had British roommate. I hated him. Unfortunately it got me so angry by his annoyance, I had to break is arm. Funny da?" I nodded suspiciously as Wong sought him to the door.
"Well welcome Arthur and I hope you have a great time here. Now ,"
"Well, if Wong needs someone to talk to, I'm here alright?" he asked sweetly.
"Yes. Ok. Now goodbye. Alright class now lets get started." He began. And the class went on as normal. Or as normal as it could get.
The whole school day was a blur. I had gotten in trouble for various, and ridiculous things. Like when, instead of disrupting the class from what the teacher was teaching, I decided to excuse myself to go to the bathroom.
"Where do you thing your going?" the teacher asked. I nervously tried to explain.
"Yes, well yes. I-I needed to use the bathroom, so-"
"Ha. You need the lavatory pass."
"Alright. May I borrow the lavatory pass?" I asked through gritted teeth. But politely! Mind you.
"Nice try. Take a seat Kirkland." I glared at him and took my seat reluctantly. I had never been in a world where adults didn't trust me. Me!
Or in history.
"Don't read ahead!"
"Sit down in your assigned seat!"
"No food in class!"
That was practically all I heard today. Then came lunch. I found out on my own how to get milk, no need to ask the 'older children'. I made my way down the tables.
A girl put her backpack in the vacant seat. How charming.
"Did you see nipple? It only counts if you saw nipple" I heard in another table. I shook my head in disgust making my way to various tables. But none seemed fit for me. I had plenty of friends in Africa. But apparently making friends with Californians was different. So I ended up eating lunch in the bathroom.
These wankers sure are anti- social, or at least don't like meeting people that aren't nasty Americans.
Finally the ended and I finally got to go home. I saw my parents were on the front porch. They waved to me.
"Hello love! How was your first day?" I groaned in response giving both of them nasty glares. I was upset! It was and absolutely dreadful first day in school! I don't know how it could've possibly gone worse!
Well I still have to go tomorrow. Hopefully it won't be as bad as the first.
I hope you all liked this chapter I hope to add another as soon as possible. But first, did I do well? I sure do hope so! Well review and favorite I hope to keep writing soon! I said hope a lot of times!
Umm I tried to write in a Russian accent for ivan, but I don't know it that went to well. And Arthur first thinks that Natalia is Russian. But soon I'll point out she's from Belerus.
