Author's Note: Greetings, everyone! Is I, Koroda, and I present my first chapter of my first Fancfiction. I hope you all like it, and I would like to know if I did anything wrong, so I can correct it next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, (I sure wish I did) but I did make up this hotel and the road it is on.
June 18
Arthur looked back as the airplane took off. His country, his home, England, was now behind him. He was on a vacation to France for the summer. Of course, the Brit never liked the country, but he felt that he should at least give it a chance.
By now, England was so small, Arthur could fit it between his thumb and pointer finger. He sighed. Perhaps he should have stayed in the UK for the summer. Apparently, the promised hotel was a new model. Instead of the normal layout, the rooms were all centered around a moderately sized courtyard. The entire thing was closed in, save a door to get to the next courtyard. Arthur was quite interested in this technique, which is probably why he even went.
After a good amount of time, Arthur's plane arrived in Paris. There were cars racing along the streets, people strolling along, and a small, clean little airport for Arthur's plane to land at. Slowly and gradually the plane lowered onto the runway, until it came to a complete stop.
Arthur, among the others, stepped off the plane and into the minute airport. He took a liking to it, with it's cozy atmosphere and small crowd of people. Unfortunately, he couldn't stay around if he were to get to his hotel on time.
He hurried out, to the street and waved over a taxi. It took a rather long time, but he was finally able to attract one of the bright yellow vehicles.
"Where to?" The taxi driver questioned.
"24 La Siene Road. The new hotel," Arthur replied, sitting in the back seat. He looked out the window at the water. It was a shining, glimmering blue. But, it was so... Deep. Arthur had a great fear of the water, and he hoped that would not have to visit the beach this summer.
The taxi driver stopped at the large complex of courtyards. Arthur payed his fee and stepped out with his luggage. He waved the taxi driver away and turned to look at the hotel. Taking a deep breath, he walked up the pretty little path made up of stones, decorated with exotic trees and fountains. He opened the glass door to see a small lobby with apricot walls and a white carpet. Yet another fountain was in here, but smaller than the outside ones.
"Welcome to the Lascaux Hotel, how may I help you sir?" A rather large man with light blonde hair said, with a monotone voice at the desk. "You can call me Germania."
Arthur stepped forward. "Hello, uh, Germania. I am Arthur Kirkland. And reserved from June 18 to September 21."
Germania nodded, "Kirkland... Oh yes, you are in plaza 3, room 11. Here is your key. Go into the hall and take a right until you get to the door labeled 3. This is a map of our hotel. There is a pool, gym and park in the large center courtyard and if you head farther down the lobby, you will reach the restaurant and bar. We serve breakfast until 10, lunch until 4 and dinner until 12. The bar is open until 3."
Arthur nodded, looking at the map. The hotel was large, definitely. He opened the door to he outer hallway and took a right. Finally, he came across a glass door with a bronze 3 hammered onto it. Arthur opened it slowly, surprised how light it was. Beyond the door was a beautiful courtyard with a healthy green lawn, a campfire with seat, 3 grills and a pond. He took a liking to it right away, and went to find room 11.
Finally, Arthur spotted a door on the far end labeled 11. He put his key in and slid it open. Placing his luggage down, he turned on the lights, revealing a nicely furnished living room, connected to a kitchen with a table, counter, oven and refrigerator. The door led to a bedroom with a large, king-sized bed, a large closet and a door to the bathroom, which contained a shower, toilet and sink.
"This is actually quite nice..." Arthur muttered, and unzipped his suitcase. Slowly, he began to put his clothes in the drawer by his bed. After that was done, he unpacked his pillows and blankets.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Arthur hurried over and opened the door to see a small man with milky brown hair, with a single curl, olive skin and a happy grin on his face.
"Buon giorno!" The man greeted, his brown eyes in extreme excitement. "I'm Feliciano, and I'm in room 3 of this plaza! You must be the newcomer! I want to know everyone that is in this courtyard so we can be best friends! We're hosting a courtyard barbecue on the 21st, since it's the first day of summer! "
Arthur smiled slowly. At least his neighbor was kind and inviting. "Hello, Feliciano. I'm Arthur. And yes, I just got here today. I believe I can make it to the barbecue."
"Hey Arthur!" Feliciano grinned. "Come with me to see the rest of the people in our plaza! They're all really nice."
"Okay," Arthur quickly replied. He slipped on some shoes and followed Feliciano to room 1.
"So, the people here are named Elizaveta and Roderich. They're really nice, especially Elizaveta. She's tough, but really sweet! And Roderich, he's pretty quiet, and nice sometimes, but he somehow brought his piano. We should ask him how he got it through the door!" Feliciano suggested, and knocked.
Arthur nodded, not fully believing Feliciano's piano claim. Elizaveta opened the door, and rubbed Feliciano's head. "Why hello, Feliciano! It's nice to see you again! And who is this?" She asked, looking at Arthur.
"This is Arthur! He's just arrived here today!" Feliciano exclaimed.
Arthur stuck out a hand to the brunette. "Nice to meet you, Elizaveta."
"Same," she replied, shaking his hand, smiling. "Roderich and I arrived here yesterday. Roderich is at the grocery store right now."
Quickly, Feliciano inquired, "Hey, how did you and Roderich get the piano in here?"
Elizaveta laughed, "Oh! We had to take it apart and put it back together. Roderich figured that if we are staying until September, we might as well bring it."
Feliciano nodded, and waved, "Well, Arthur and I are going to see Francis now, so see you!"
"Alright, Feli! And it's nice to meet you, Arthur!" Elizaveta waved and closed the door.
Feliciano hurried over the room 2, and quickly knocked on the door. "This is where Francis lives! He just got here, earlier today."
Francis slowly opened the door, holding a large crimson rose between his teeth, and a croissant in his hands.
"Hey Feliciano," he muttered, trying to find a way to get the rose onto the plate.
"Francis!" Feliciano sang, "This is Arthur! He just got here, and I'm forcing him to meet everybody. Why do you have a rose and croissant?"
Francis laughed, finally getting the rose onto the plate, "I was making some food for myself and Yao. I have invited him to have dinner with me tonight, since we both are, of course, culinary geniuses. I decided to decorate these dishes with roses. French food is so delicious, it must be dressed up properly."
Arthur raised a brow, "If you are French, then what brings you to a hotel?"
"I don't live in this area of France, you see. Also, I was invited to this vacation by Gilbert and Antonio," Francis replied.
"That actually smells quite good," Arthur sniffed, giving a small, but clearly fake smile.
Francis smirked, "Well, shouldn't you be used to that? Why, English food is so... *cough* delicious *cough*."
"Take that back frog!" Arthur growled, raising a fist to Francis, who was laughing hysterically. "Don't insult the United Kingdom like that!"
Before Francis could reply, Feliciano pushed the two away from each other and yelled, "Please don't fight! We're all friends here, see?"
Arthur lowered his fist and nodded, "Feliciano has a point... Things got out of control, and I'm obviously the more mature and controlled one of us."
Francis rolled his eyes and closed the door quickly, and without a word.
"So, who is in the next room?" Arthur asked Feliciano.
"Oh, that's where I stay, with my friends Ludwig, his brother Gilbert, and Kiku. Oh, and did I mention that my grandpa works here? He's the cook! That's why we picked this place to spend the summer," Feliciano grinned, and opened the door.
"Hey everybody, this is Arthur! He just got here today!" He yelled inside.
"Konichiwa, Arthur," a small man with short black hair greeted.
Arthur smiled, "Nice to meet you. Are you Kiku?"
Kiku nodded, soon to be pushed away by an extremely pale, white-haired, red-eyed, larger man.
"It is I, ze awesome Gilbert! You 'd better get used to ze awesome me, because I am ze most awesome person you will ever meet! I just had to clear that up for you, Arthur." The man nearly screamed in Arthur's face, then shook his hand roughly.
Arthur was left too shocked to respond, frozen still. Another larger man walked up behind Gilbert and scolded him for being too loud. "Well, everyone needs to know who I am! Ludwig, don't take zese things so seriously!"
"Anyway, Arthur, I apologize for my annoying brother. I'm Ludwig. Gilbert and I come from Germany," he greeted with a stern face, and shook Arthur's hand.
Arthur tried to smile, but Feliciano quickly dragged him away to the next room.
"This is where Antonio and my brother, Lovino are staying! They got here the same day I did," Feliciano exclaimed, and knocked on the door, quickly.
A happy man opened the door and hugged Feliciano, "Oh, Feli how are you? I've been needing some cheering up! And who is this?"
Arthur smiled, "I'm Arthur, and-"
"What is going on Antonio?" Lovino growled, coming behind the taller man. "And hello, Feli. Hey- stop squeezing him!" He pulled Antonio away from Feliciano, whose face was beginning to turn blue. "Now go away! I'm in the middle of a good show!"
The door closed in front of Arthur and Feliciano. "He seems like the polar opposite of you..." Arthur observed.
"Yeah, Lovino is like that. Let's go see Vash and Lili!" Feliciano grinned, dragging Arthur next door and knocked.
"Hi Vash!" Feliciano grinned.
"Hello Feliciano. And who are you?" Vash asked, pointing to Arthur.
"This is Arthur! He just got here today," Feliciano replied.
"Oh, hello. I'm Vash. I'm not so sure how I ended up coming here. It was very expensive. But, my sister really wanted to..." Vash explained, shaking hands with Arthur.
"Is there someone new? Vash, who is it?" A little girl, who Arthur figured was Lili, stood behind Vash, peeling around him to see.
Vash sighed, and muttered, "Yes, his name is Arthur." He stepped back to let Lili by.
"Hello!" She grinned, "I'm Lili! My brother Vash and I come from Switzerland!"
Arthur smiled. He always had enjoyed the company of younger children. "Why hello there, Lili. I'm Arthur, and I come from England."
Lili smiled and stepped back to let Vash continue what he was doing.
"Well, I have to finish figuring out the grocery list," He sighed, waved, and closed the door.
Feliciano giggled, "Lili says that Vash takes his time with grocery lists, and can't decide on butter brands! Anyway, we'll go see the people next door."
Feliciano knocked quickly to see a man with wavy blonde hair, blue eyes and a single hair curl. Soon enough, he was trampled over by a man who looked just like him, with brighter eyes and a sort of cowlick instead of a curl.
"Hey Feli dude!" the man grinned. He seemed hyperactive to Arthur.
"M-maple..." a small voice came from the ground.
"Hmm? Oh sorry bro," the man apologized to his roommate flat on the floor and backed up to let him stand up.
"This is Alfred, and his brother Matthew. Alfred was raised in the United States, and Matthew in Canada," Feliciano explained, and Matthew finally stood up. "Hey you two, this is Arthur. He just got here today."
Alfred smiled and grinned, "Hey, Artie, Matt and I have been watching the Stanley Cup Championships every night. You should come join us to see a game!"
Well, he certainly is casual... "What sport is that for?" He asked, trying to recall what he knew about sports.
"Well, hockey, duh," Alfred laughed. "You know, that sport where a bunch of dudes skate around on ice like total honey badgers with skates and try to get a puck into a net?"
"I'll translate," Matthew volunteered. "Hockey is a team sport played on ice in which people use sticks to try to get a little black cylinder referred to as a puck inside a net, which is guarded by a goalie."
Arthur nodded, "I might see a game, but it doesn't seem like my type of sport."
Alfred's face fell, "Oh yeah, Brits only really like soccer, and cricket, which is like a ripoff of baseball..."
Arthur tried to keep from correcting the man, but had to ask, "By soccer you mean football, right?"
Alfred's face lit up, "Oh my gosh, you like football! Matthew do you hear this? This guy likes football!"
"Alfred, that's the British term for soccer!" Matthew cried. "You're going to scare him away. Come on, let's go. Sorry guys, you 'll have to come see us later." And quickly, he closed the door.
"Arthur, are you okay?" Feliciano asked.
"I'm fine. Just a little bit... I don't know," Arthur replied clutching his chest. "That was worse than Gilbert's introduction."
"I bet you'll be okay then. Let's go see Heracles, Sadik and Michelle!" Feliciano encouraged and hurried next door.
"Hello?" A man with milky brown hair asked slowly, openings he door. "Oh, it's you... Feliciano."
"Heracles, this is Arthur, he's new," Feliciano grinned.
"Oh, hello Arthur," Heracles yawned, and passed out onto the floor.
"Ugh! Why did I ever agree to share a room with you two?" A girl's voice growled. A small, dark-skinned female hurried over and pushed Heracles into bed.
"Hello, newcomer. I'm Michelle. I decided to move in with these guys so that the people next door could fit in our plaza. What a bad idea," the girl smiled, leaning on the entrance way. "They payed for the room I gave them, so I basically get to stay for free! I wonder if it's worth it... So far, France is nice. I don't know if I still like my home, the Seychelles, better."
Arthur waved, "I'm Arthur. It's nice to meet you."
"Hey Arthur. If you two are looking for Sadik, he's out with Roderich, grocery shopping I think," Michelle replied.
Feliciano nodded, and waved a goodbye as the two headed next door to meet the next group of people. Apparently, they were only there because Michelle moved in with Sadik and Heracles.
The girl who opened the door smiled, "Hello Feliciano. And, you must be new! I'm Katyusha. Oh, and this is my sister, Natalia."
"Hi," muttered the smaller girl beside her.
"This is Arthur! He just came here today!" Feliciano grinned.
Katyusha smiled, and exchanged a handshake with Arthur. "Oh no! Natalia, the microwave! Sorry, we have to go! See you two later!" The two girls then rushed to the kitchen to fix their difficulty.
"Next door is Ivan and Yao's place," Feliciano explained and knocked on the door.
Slowly, the door opened, revealing a large pale white face peering out. Arthur jumped back, but held back a scream. Behind the larger man was a shorter girl with long brown hair.
"This is Ivan," Feliciano gestured towards the larger man. "He's from Russia. And the one next to him is Yao, and he's from China."
"Wait, Yao is a man?" Arthur thought, confusedly. "Uh, hello, Yao and Ivan."
"Nice to meet you, da," Ivan nodded, still with that creepy look on his face.
"Yes, you seem like a good person, aru. I look forward to learning more about you this summer!" Yao cheerfully exclaimed, putting a hand on Arthur's shoulder.
Arthur smiled, and with a goodbye, him and Feliciano headed next door. "Next is where Emil, Lukas and Mathias stay. Be prepared for Mathias to be like Gilbert and Alfred, Arthur. I don't want you to have a heart attack on your first day here!" He explained, knocking on the door.
Slowly, the door opened, revealing a relatively small man with very pale skin, light blonde hair and dark blue eyes. His face kept kept a bored expression and he murmured, "God dag. I'm Lukas. You must be the new person that Alfred called to tell Mathias about."
"Lukas is that him?" A loud voice yelled from behind.
"Yes. Mathias, go get little brother please," Lukas groaned, and turned to face Arthur again.
"This is Arthur. He just got here today!" Feliciano said, with a smile on his face.
Another man came up to Lukas, with eyes a violet shade and even lighter hair than Lukas. "Hey. I'm Emil. I'm Lukas' younger brother. I'm pleased to meet you... Arthur."
Arthur shook hands with the brothers, just before the tallest man in the group barged in with a grin on his face. He was clearly Mathias.
"Hello and welcome to this hotel! What's it called again?" Mathias asked, looking at Feliciano.
Feliciano thought for a moment, before laughing, "Oh, it's called the Lascaux Hotel!"
Mathias nodded, "Yeah, welcome to the Lasc- whatever he said."
Arthur smiled, and looked at his watch. The time was 7:30pm. "Well, I'd better go to my room soon. Are there any other people here?"
Feliciano nodded, "There's one more, but it's empty. Germania says that the people that will be there are coming in three days, on June 21st. Well, since you want to go to your room, I'll leave you alone now! See you tomorrow!"
Arthur smiled quickly and hurried over to his room, the next one over, as Mathias closed his door. He thrust the key inside and opened it slowly. Walking inside, Arthur took off his army green jacket and hung it on the coat rack.
Just as he went to close the curtains, Arthur noticed Yao running across the courtyard to room 2, most likely to go see Francis. He was carrying a large container, which held noodles and some other Chinese food that Arthur could not identify. He then strode to the small armchair and flicked on the television. A French romance soon appeared on the screen, and Arthur quickly switched it to something worth watching, which to him, was BBC.
Soon, after an hour of watching TV, Arthur began to grow weary. After changing into some pajamas, he climbed into bed and fell asleep within a matter of minutes.
So, everyone! This is it. Please review, and I can say that there is a pretty good chance that I will consider your criticisms for the next chapter. I will mostly likely upload every few days, so please stay tuned!