A/N: This is a story I've been doodling pictures for in class. My two friends, Rosary K. Judas, and Allana M. Kray, have been asking me to actually write the tale that the sketches were for….together, the tree of us form a Tri-Nation (if there is such a thing). The micronations of Judas, Kray and Solaria are all completely made up! Yay for fangirling! XD
Anyways, just so everyone is clear, this story has nothing to do with actual history, so if I get a fact wrong, don't dis me. I'm failing every single one of my history classes….and not on purpose ;_; Anyhoo, I shall be trying in a little bit of my school/home life (along with my friends lives'), but it shall come off as disputes between countries and nations.
And I….I wasn't going to pair anyone up but…..oi, I love Hetalia too much to NOT make pairs. So….uh…JudasXEngland, Kray is….by herself…kind of…XD and SolariaXAmerica. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Canada (I'm Canadian after all) but Alfred is adorable. Plus….I'm half American…XD I'm patriotic to both countries ;u; (Yay I celebrate July 1st AND the 4th~)
AND PREPARE FOR OOC!
I'm a teenager.
I fail classes. I get boyfriends, and girlfriends. I fantasize about things.
I attend highschool.
I make friends. I make enemies. I get into fights.
And I go through heartbreak.
I plan on going to college one day for photography.
I plan on getting married, and I plan on having a family with my wife or husband.
I plan on starting a new life once I am out of school.
Said plans do not include running a country.
So you can imagine my surprise when I realized that 'Hey! I AM a country….'.
This is the journal that documents the most life-changing experience I've ever had.
March 18th 2015.
"Give up, Solaria! You can't beat me alone!" Her staggered, dark hair shivered in the breeze. The breeze that carried smoke, and death, and blood-scent, and the odour of gunpowder.
Murky black eyes looked down on me, and I glared up, matching the ferociousness in my own leaf-green orbs.
Nocturne was upside-down. And doubled. And blurry. I could hardly focus on her figure, and I think she knew that.
"Who says that I-I'm…..alone…." I rasped out, the sadly familiar taste of iron running on my tongue. She kicked my shoulder lightly with her boot, but it was enough to make me scream in pain. That was all that ever came with war; Pain. I should have known that.
How stupid I had been.
December 6th 2011
I stared down at the sheet of history work in front of me. Read the text, answer the questions. That's all it was. And only three questions at that!
But still, I was uncomprehending.
"Kannora, is History truly that difficult for you?" One of my friends, Rosary, asked, leaning over to peek at what I had done.
She scowled gently, and pinched my cheek when she saw what I had done to my paper; doodled like crazy, and not worked at all. Quickly, she underlined a few things in the passage text we were supposed to read, and went back to her own tiny desk right as the teacher turned around.
Said tall, slender woman waltzed over to me, took a look at my doings, and walk away, looking annoyed by the fact that I had actually done something….even though I technically hadn't.
I ripped a shred of paper off my sheet, and wrote 'I bought that Hetalia movie. The English version. You and Allana game for tonight?'
I passed it to her, and the last thing I saw was my best friend wriggling excitedly in her seat.
"I cannot believe that you actually bought Paint It, White! Kannora!" Allana squealed, jumping up and down several times as we walked back to my house. I chuckled at her. Yes, the three of us were terribly well-known around the school for obsessive fan-girling. Or…at least, they were. I was more quiet and to myself…but I was shrieking just as much as they were! Just on the inside….
"Uh huh. Of course I got it. The non-English one was good, so let's see if we can watch one that we can actually understand." I chirped loudly.
"You know what would be cool?" Rosary asked, shovelling a handful of popped corn kernels into her mouth. Allana and I made 'umpf' noises to show we were listening.
"If Hetalia existed, and we were countries. That would be wicked."
I sighed a little. "That would also be difficult. Do you know how hard it is to run a country, let alone be one? Imagine putting up with all this worldwide crap happening today!" I pointed out, but the others brushed me off like nothing mattered.
In their eyes, Hetalia being real meant seducing every male country around.
But if it was real, I had a grand feeling that it wouldn't be all grins and giggles.
Later that evening, long after we'd finished our movie, the three of us were tucked sweetly into our beds. Rosary and Allana were snoring away, but I –still- remained awake. It took a long time for me to fall asleep, especially when I was thinking about things.
What if Hetalia was real?
The question rang out in my mind once again.
Finally, after another half hour of trying to hit the snooze button on my brain, I got annoyed and walked over to the balcony of my apartment. Well, my Mother's apartment. But still.
I looked up at the sky, the smog and bright lights from the city masking almost every star out there. All except one; a star that was whizzing down in a flash of light.
Shooting stars…pretty.
"If I could have one wish….it would be for the three of us to find our callings in a world we thought to not be possible." I whispered, sending the words up to the heavens, or whatever, lay where the star had been.
I wandered back to my bed and flopped down quietly.
Who knew that wishes had a habit of coming true, if you chose the right star?
December 7th 2011
I woke up to someone shaking me viciously. I hissed angrily and shoved whomever it was away. It couldn't possibly be one of my friends, because they knew not to awaken me this early…unless it was very important. But very important things never happened.
"Kannora!" Rosary and Allana whined at the same time.
"Open your eyes! You HAVE to see this! You won't believe it!" The latter of the two whispered hastily. She sounded….distraught. Which probably wasn't a good sign.
"Is something on fire? Stop drop and roll…" I mumbled groggily, sitting up. I was fairly certain my head looked like a chicken was nesting in it.
"No, no, no, Kannora…or should I say, the Micronation of Solaria." Rosy said, and –had I been drinking something- a large and icky spit-take would have occurred.
"WHAT?" I screeched, fully and wide awake. That was when I fully took in my surroundings. This was NOT my house….it was like nothing I'd ever seen before…..well, maybe I'd seen something similar in a movie a while ago, but I had no idea a place like this could even exist. It must have cost a shit-ton….
"You're a Micronation. And I'm a Micronation, and Allana is a Micronation. Kannora…erm…Solaria, I guess- …we're kind of…in Hetalia." She tried to explain.
Oh fuck.
"The star!" I squeaked, and flopped back down onto my bed. I couldn't see it, but I could tell my buddies were making confused faces at me.
"Last night, I couldn't sleep, so I looked out the window and I saw a shooting star and I…well, kind of wished that we'd have lives here." I rolled over and threw the poofy duvet that was sitting beside me, over my face.
My friends yanked it back, and crowded me. But –unlike I thought- they were sporting the World's Largest Grins.
"Scaring me." I grumbled under my breath, before I was tackled in a pair of hugs.
After getting to know –what I assumed to be- our new house better, I stood in the kitchen, making a stirfry. A stir fry with water chestnuts and onions and red peppers and rice and other things. Yum.
"Seriously, Solaria? Making food already?" Allana giggled. Or, the small country of Kray. I guessed we had to call each other by our country names now? At least it was easy; our last names were now our name states.
"Yes, I'm cooking. I eat when I'm distressed. You know that. Plus, I'm hungry." I growled snottily causing one of my BFFs to back off cautiously, holding her hands up in a surrendering motion.
"HEY GUYS! LOOKIT WHAT I FOUND!" Judas practically screamed after she burst through the front door. Damn. Poor door….
But regardless of the obstacles physical state, the two of us turned to our excited girlfriend.
Who was carelessly waving –what looked like- a piece of paper around. After several moments of this, I grew a little frustrated, so I snatched it from her. It was a letter, with too-fancy penmanship.
I crinkled my nose, and opened the seal.
i 'Solarian Tri-Nations,
Your presence is imperative during the next World Meeting. Be on time. Dress nicely, but not overly fancy. We all look forward to making your acquaintance.'/i
My nose remained crinkled, until one of my friends reached over to smooth it out.
"What does it say?" The pair asked in unison, and I grumbled. I'd seen how those meetings went….I usually chuckled when I watched them on DVD, but I wouldn't be able to handle that in real life; hell no. And not only that, but I was also horridly terrible at meeting new people, being in crowds, talking to strangers, etc.
I was going to die, I decided.
"A meeting will be fun, Solaria! Don't worry!" Kray giggled, her face turning a happy shade of pink. I quickly shook my head like a pouty, small child would.
"I'm not going! You guys can go! I-I can pretend to be invisible, like Canada usually is! I don't wanna gooooo!"
That was how –the next day- I was tying a tie onto myself. My idea of comfortably formal and well-dressed was a white blouse –complete with three-quarter sleeves and a small copper sun-shaped pin-, a pair of black, clean dressy female-styled slacks, and a dark tie set crisply around my neck.
My fellow countries dolled themselves up and plastered on face-goop, while I only applied a thin layer of chestnut-coloured eyeliner. I wasn't a big fan of makeup, but I looked like crap without it on.
"Alright, are we ready to go?" I wondered, gently setting the stick back into my dresser drawer.
I got flashed a pair of thumbs up signs.
"It'll be just fine, Solaria! Now get! In! The! Building!" Both my pals had a tight grip around my waist, and were pulling as hard as they could.
I was latched on to the doorframe of the structure that the meeting was in, quite determined to stay outside, and not go into the hellish room I knew was awaiting us.
"No! Never! I'm going to die or something! I'll get shot in the head! Or-or beaten with Mr. Pipe! Or I'll be choked with a string of pasta!" I wailed. Evidently, a few nations were running late, so they were outside with us.
"Do you need any help?" Someone asked. I was too damned freaked out to even remotely pay attention to whom was speaking.
"Yes!" Both my so-called friend groaned at the same time, pulling on me again. I hugged the framing of the doorway.
"Please America! You're abnormally strong! Can you get her off? She refuses." Judas asked, and suddenly both pairs of arms around me were released.
Well, hell.
"Fuck nooo! I'm not going in and you can't make me!" I screeched, when said previously released limbs were replaced with a single, stronger set.
One tug was all it took for the doorframe to crack a little, and suddenly I was tossed over a shoulder, a three-foot plank of wood secured in my grasp.
I wriggled and squirmed and somehow ended up elbowing America in the face, so he dropped me…though it was lightly.
But still.
"Ow…" I mumbled, rubbing my hip. There would probably be a bruise there later.
"It's your fault for moving around so much~" Judas chirped airily, and walked away.
"We'll see you in the meeting room!" Kray followed in suit.
I boiled.
"Fuck you two! Worst friends ever!" I yelled, flipping them off, even though they didn't see.
Then a slightly annoying laugh interrupted me, and a hand was shoved quite close to my face.
"You're the new country, right? I'm America! Don't worry, little girl on the floor! I'll help you up because I'm the-"
I cut him off with an agitated hiss. "If you say the word 'Hero' I will punch your neck!" I stomped away, leaving an unphased American in my wake.
"There you are Solaria. We were starting to worry." Judas looked up at me from her chair with a smile.
I muttered something along the lines of 'worried my ass' and took my seat in between my buddies….one of whom was not sitting in an empty chair.
"Kray, you're on Canada." I pointed out, shoving her off the quiet man quite harshly.
She whipped around, brown hair flying about. "Oh my god! I'm sorry!" She squeaked, looking apologetically at the adorable blond. He seemed a little flustered.
"I-It's alright…I'm used to it…." He replied quietly.
"Doesn't give her a right to seat her fat buttocks on you." I sighed, and looked at the ceiling. I was doing okay in this room so far…as long as I didn't make eye contact with anyone, and pretended not to pay attention, I was…not half bad.
"Alright! The Hero is here! Let's get this meeting started!"
Oi.
(To Be Continued)