/Sorry the first chapter is so short...they will get longer, I promise. There was more, too, but I scrapped it. I'll rewrite tomorrow, it's midnight now and I have school in the morning ^^;/
Amelia F. Jones sat curled up on the windowsill in the bedroom she shared with her sister. The window faced the dreary, peeling buildings of the street opposite. She placed a hand on the window, feeling it become slightly damp from the condensation produced from the heavy rain outside. It formed soft patterns on the glass which Amelia was thankful for, as they distracted her from the yucky-ness that was England.
She rubbed the wet from her hand onto her pyjama trousers and turned her head back to see if Maddie was still asleep.
To her surprise, she made out two soft blue eyes, a little darker than her own, and a little pale face framed by wavy white-blonde hair in the dim light. She cast a thought over her own brown-ish skin, dark cobalt eyes, and shoulder length dirty blonde hair. For sisters, they sure were different. Maddie was more the quiet, introverted type, while Amelia preferred to talk and play sport, and bounce… they were even from different countries, for goodness sake, she was American through and through, and Maddie herself Canadian.
"Amelia?" A voice behind her whispered, and she jumped. "S-sorry… b-but I really think you should c-come to b-bed now… we start school tomorrow, remember?"
With a sigh, she swung her long, gangly legs over and onto the floor and padded over to the second, empty bed on the other side of the room.
"Yeah, you're right…" she muttered. "See you in the morning, sis."
"Night…"
Amelia lay her head on the pillow, but she couldn't sleep.
What the fuck was the school going to be like? The uniform was goddam depressing as it was, with the navy jumper and pleated skirt, striped tie, and a blouse. And actual blouse for goodness sake!
Why did they even have uniforms in Hetalia Comprehensive anyway? She huffed quietly into the pillow. She had been allowed to wear whatever she wanted back in her old American schools. They even called the schools 'Comprehensive' instead of 'High' or 'Middle'. Fuck.
And what about the students? Amelia pulled her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly. She wasn't too worried about the teachers, she could wrap them around her little finger with a flashed smile, a fluttered eyelash and a twitch of her curvaceous hips- it was the other pupils that she was afraid of meeting.
She stared at the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock placed on the bedside table, and watched for a good half an hour as they changed slowly. Eventually biology took over from her fretting mind and she drifted into an uneasy sleep.