Just a pre-warning, there will be foul-language in this fanfic, but mostly in another language, also all secondary language stuff is translated at the end of each chapter if there is a word repeated in a secondary language, use common sense and match the first time you see it with the translations.
Just so you peeps don't have a spazz that I've nicked characters, I don't own the Hetalia crew. If I did, I would be more insane than I am *bangs head against wall* That would be impressive if I was more insane than I was, so yeah, please don't moan and groan because Hetalia belongs to its rightful owners and not me… Damn, for once in my life, I'm being truthful! *checks temperature* Well I don't feel ill, huh, must be a spur of the moment thing. Also, I may use lines from the anime/manga, so I know if I nick them because it was intended so don't spazz about that either.
Well I hope you guys enjoy because, well, this is a sort of experiment, and I've been known for bending the truth, a lot, in a real life sense, so I'm sorry if I don't keep timings and such, I'm gonna set a target of at least one chapter in two weeks at minimum. Anyway, I need to stop rambling otherwise you'll get bored and not bother reading this, on with the intended show…
Meine sehr seltsames Leben
~Kapitel Eins~
Datum: Donnerstag den 1 Dezember 2011
Zeit: 0755
"I found myself in what you would call a situation…" Echoed a voice from a fading dream... Swiftly being replaced by the sound of Marukaite Chikyuu: Italy's version, starting to penetrate the most ignorant and insane skull in the world. Unfortunately it wasn't the most awesome of minds on the planet, only that of a senior high-school student who just happened to have a bomb shelter for a skull. Being a senior high-school student, this situation had been repeated for three times that week already and all working days before that. Mornings were a bad time for this certain senior. Best of all, the student had a German exam that morning, set to start at 0900 hours. Listening and reading. The resultant overall time was 95 minutes, so 1hr and 35mins long.
Yet this fact didn't seem to budge the student. This student was known as Jess by her friends and family, plus the unfortunate handful of teaching staff at her school. School was so boring. You arrived, had lessons, maybe an exam or two, and then went home. Nothing was fun, apart from seeing awesome friends that support you in everything you do and agree with you that you're insane. That was probably the best part. So, Jess was in bed, slowly realising that her alarm was on and decided that the replay of Marukaite Chikyuu was going a little overboard.
Reluctantly, said student exited from under the oh-so warm duvet, being hit with a coldness that could paralyze you on the spot. Reason being Jess lived in the southern region of England, enough said at that time of year. Shivering in her pyjamas, Jess continued to wobble to the alarm clock on the book case at the far end of the room. She had decided that the best place to situate the annoying contraption was the furthest place away from her bed, so that when she got up, she would wake up even a little.
"Mein Gott!" Screeched a half strangled attempt at talking, to Jess's luck she had caught a cold last Sunday, so she sounded like a strangled cat for the past few days, great for a choir singer eh? A sniff later and a panicked grab for uniform, bag, revision guides, you name it happened in two minutes. A swift look at the clock determined that time was definitely not on Jess's side. The clock read 0806, the bus left the bus stop at 0802. Pulling out a very handy item these days, Jess swiftly called her best mate Sylph.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
Someone picked up the phone on the other end and bluntly said, "Hockey taxi service, how may I help you?"
Relief flooded Jess's face she asked in a flustered manner, "Mornin' Sylph, room for one more?"
On the other end, Sylph asked her mum, Claire, if Jess was able to hitch a ride. A few seconds passed and then, "Yeah, you really need to get up in the mornings Jess, you know I have a two hour long Latin test today don't cha'? Anyway, mum says that we'll be passing through around quarter past eight, so be ready this time!"
Jess giggled a little and thanked Sylph, so she had around seven minutes to finish everything and make her way to the bottom of her road where Sylph and Claire would pick up Jess. Well that would be simple now that she didn't have to run for a bus.
Practically jumping down the flight of stairs, Jess greeted her two adorable Labradors, Tess the eldest, her Birthday was tomorrow, she would be five, and Holly, the youngest, she was already three, her birthday was way back on September sixth. After the quick meet and greet, Jess made a bee-line for the bathroom, she may only have a few inches of hair, but even if you don't have a lot ie. two inches worth, you can still have a bad hair day. The miniature brunette birds nest was flattened down in the usual well flat way just above the crazy eyes brows Jess owned.
Yeah, eyebrows, they were like caterpillars, seriously, but that didn't change the fact that they were still part of Jess. She rubbed out the sleep in her light blue eyes and finally finished with brushing her teeth. She didn't have time for breakfast so best just to skip it and continue until lunch when she would refuel, yet lunch was hours away, unlike a certain pickup plan.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Jess's mum had been kind enough to make her some lunch, just two rounds of sandwiches, but that's all she needed and water. Yeah, boring lunch, but it wasn't all that bad; she got over it months ago when she couldn't be bothered for looking around for snacks to add to it, it took a) too much effort, and b) too much time. Time ticked by. One minute left. Wrapping a rather long dark purple scarf round her neck, in the fashion that a certain Russian wears his, Jess left the house shouting, "Bye mum, see you later after Vox!"
With that Jess closed the door and proceeded down the road not realizing the house over the road was occupied. She knew that a family of Indians lived there but she also knew that they were often not at the house. Usually days on end, so she let it slide when she didn't recognise the seemingly new vehicle parked outside. She thought in her mind, nice BMW, that is one of the German makes isn't it, must have cost a few bob—Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the sound of a car approaching the top of the road.
"Scheiße" She swore rather loudly, she knew that there weren't any Germans living in her road, and that nobody understood her random outbursts, so she could often get away with the art of swearing in another language. But she wasn't aware of the current occupants of the house opposite hers.
Running down the road, she just caught Sylph and Claire in the car, they shared random stories about the stuff they had been reading lately on and watching episodes of Hetalia Axis Powers on YouTube. Sylph was a fan, but not as much as Jess; it was as if Hetalia now influenced what Jess did in her life. Though, it probably wouldn't surprise her if it did. Well when push comes to shove, it had improved her knowledge in history and how to apply certain words at certain times when around a group of idiots, especially if you know how to swear in another language…
However that wasn't the point, Hetalia was now an almost daily occurrence for Jess. So leading back to the car, Jess managed to get there in time and was now on her way to school, reading various German revision sheets on the way, whilst her friend Sylph went over the Latin grammar and vocabulary lists that her evil Latin teacher had given her, Mr. Heatly had even given Jess the creeps more than once in her career at school. He was either pure evil or Russia in hiding, either one, he has been known to say 'kolkolkolkol' a few times too, suspicious, very suspicious.
As the car pulled away from the side of the road, the occupants of the house over the road scuffled out of the house towards the almost pristine BMW. It seemed that a bird had kindly left a present on the bonnet. One of the three men screwed up his face in a manner that would be best described as anger. His eyebrows made wrinkle lines on his forehead, and a scowl that would kill on first glance. Piercing blue eyes glared at the bird dropping as if that would clear it off, but no, that wasn't going to happen. He pulled out a white handkerchief with a 'LB' embroidered in the corner, and fiercely rubbed off the offending mark leaving his BMW perfect again.
Wrapping the handkerchief in a way to prevent anything rubbing off onto his casual attire, the tall man stroked his blond hair back, even though it was already plastered to his head with enough hairspray to use on an army. The other standing to his right was already making his way to the right side of the car, (as this is in England, the driver's side is the right) smiling wildly with a smugness about him that almost sprouted 'awesomeness'. He opened the door and took position behind the wheel before a certain brunette decided that driving was a good idea in a country where traffic jams, policemen, and speed limits existed.
The blond took the passenger seat on the left and closed the door behind him in a quick sharp movement, surprising the small brunette behind him. He made a noise close to the sound of 'eep'. The blond just rolled his blue eyes and placed a hand over his face, slightly shaking his head. The driver's side grin could win awards for its awesomeness and make girls fall for him. He then focused his crimson eyes on the car and where it was parked. Firing it up, the purr of the engine warmed the slightly chilled mechanics, being placed into first gear, pulled away gently up and out of the road in a weird atmosphere.
The brunette couldn't handle the atmosphere and started to fidget. There was fidgeting, then there was serious fidgeting. At first when the car pulled out of the village that the group were staying in, fidget-bum tapped the leather seat with his fingers, and then started to hum, slowly getting louder. This caused a reaction from the blond, which of course humoured the albino driver. The reaction was unexpected for the brunette nearly making him leap out of his skin. The blond had exploded with, "For Gott's sakes Feliciano, can't you stop with the tapping und the humming?" This left the brunette know as Feliciano to remain quiet for the rest of the trip whilst the trio made their way to the location of the short-haired girl who they had been keeping an eye on for a while now.
Bis zum nächsten Mal~
Translations:
#1 My very strange life
#2 Chapter one
#3 Date: Thursday 1st December 2011
#4 Time: 07:55 am
#5 Draw a circle, there's the earth
#6 My God
#7 Shit
#8 And
#9 Till next time~
This always looks like a lot more on word... Damen, why must everything be so complex, anyway I hoped you enjoyed. Please review, I plan on continuing with this ASAP. FEED ME REVIEWS! XD
Danke~
L. Delcasy