CHAPTER 1

Thunder rumbled through the air, and the storm continued on. The thick, gray clouds cried tears of raindrops, sobbing hordes and torrents of rain downwards to the Earth. The sky was heavy, frowning with murky clouds when the afternoon sun should have been shining. The damp cacophony was like the chaos that tormented Wang Yao.

Yao was kneeling on the cold, wet pavement, hugging himself forlornly. The thunder clapped, and the piercing rain beat down on him. He had an umbrella, but now it was gone. And this was the reason why he was sitting on the sidewalk outside of the World Academy. His school uniform was soaked completely, and his shiny black hair was slicked down with the rain. It was a bad day, and Yao's mood matched that of the furious weather. There was much more to the story than the missing umbrella though.

--Flashback to earlier in the day--

"I hate you!"

Yao winced, feeling deep pangs of hurt from within his heart. "Why the outburst all of a sudden, aru?" he asked.

"You just don't understand!" Mei-mei cried out. She glared at him and stomped her little foot on the ground petulantly, causing her school uniform's sailor skirt to swirl around her legs.

"But, Mei-mei, could you at least try to explain aru?" Yao asked. "I have no idea why you are suddenly mad at me aru!"

"No!" she replied firmly and stubbornly, and then she snatched Yao's panda backpack and stormed off with it, running out the glass front doors of the World Academy. Her loud footsteps could be heard for several seconds before they faded away.

Yao sighed, and leaned back against the cool stone wall of the school. I am sure she will clear her head soon aru... I hope... This is not turning out to be a very good week aru! On Monday, Kiku threw a similar fit, and it was not pretty; I think I have a nasty bruise from that incident aru. Why is everyone mad at me; what did I do aru?

Yao let out another sigh, and closed his eyes, trying to clear his own mind and relax a bit. He thought hard about who even appreciated him, and remembered when his siblings were so much younger. They really did look up to him! Kiku Honda and Mei-Mei and Hong-kun and Im Yong Soo would all tug on his sleeves, begging him to play with him, and showering him with loving hugs. Wang Yao smiled at the sweet memories. But everyone had to grow up, and now Kiku and Taiwan didn't seem to like him anymore, and Hong-kun was indifferent to everything it seemed, and Im Yong Soo was just a downright pervert. Yao shivered at the thought of Im Yong Soo claiming his breasts. It was not a pleasant sight. At all. Yao wondered what happened to his adorable little brothers and his little sister. It was different now.

Yao then turned his thoughts to outside his family, to the people who he called friends. He had Alfred F. Jones, who was an annoying American at times, but nevertheless someone he considered a friend of sorts. There was Arthur Kirkland, who he was still a bit mad at, what with them fighting over Hong-kun and all. But now the friendship was improving quite a bit. There was Francis Bonnefoy, who creeped out Yao quite a bit. After all, Francis had his share of perverted habits. And Yao was offended by the fact that Francis thought he was a girl when they first met.

Then last but not least, Ivan Braginski was in the picture. Ivan was a completely different story from everyone else. Wang Yao was not sure what to make of him. He was creepy sometimes, especially since he liked to ask, "You will become one with me, da?" Also, his laugh was very odd; it was a frightening KOLKOLKOL, and it never ceased to make Yao jump whenever he heard it. But Ivan was also very sweet and kind; he would send Yao sunflowers (on a weekly basis), and it was really quite nice. Yao felt loved, and the only drawback was the embarrassment that would come with it. He would blush and then get annoyed when Ivan called him "Yao-Yao." "Yao-Yao" was Ivan's pet name for him, and Yao was not too fond of being called that. Ivan was a strange person indeed. He sometimes scared Yao, but other times, Yao just wanted to give him a big hug and never let go. Ivan made Yao's emotions swirl about in random directions; it was always an adventure.

Like that time when… then Yao's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard the sound of deep thunder. He glanced out the window, and saw the rain start to drizzle down. "I hope it doesn't start raining really hard later, aru!" Yao muttered under his breath. Then he remembered that his backpack was gone, and he had no umbrella with him anymore. Then what had just happened with Mei-Mei all came crashing back down on him. Yao bit his lip at the recollection. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again. He had to get to his next class soon anyhow; lunch was just about over.

--Flashback End--

And that was how Wang Yao ended up without his umbrella. Mei-mei ran off with his panda backpack, which had his umbrella inside one of the front pockets. And she was obviously not coming back anytime soon to return it to him.

Yao's mood was definitely dampened. All of his siblings seemed to be against him lately, even though he was the older brother who tried so hard to take care of them all and protect them. He felt so unappreciated for all of his hard work in raising them. At the moment, he felt so alone in the world, like no one else cared about him.

Yao clenched his fists into the ground, his head hung low. He was numb to the cold rain by now, but even so, a single tear ran down his cheek, blending in with all the raindrops dripping down on his face. More tears started to flow, meandering down like little streams. The storm raged on, not letting up in its pounding rain drops and rumbling thunder and bright strikes of lightning tearing up the sky of dark clouds.

--Author's Note--

I used all of their human names, since it's Gakuen Hetalia. I will leave most of it to the reader's interpretation, but I like to think that this is more like an AU setting where they are not countries (hence why I use their human names). I like to think that in this fanfiction, they are all human students at an international boarding school; they are not nations, although they retain their nationalities/cultures. And just pretend that they all speak English, for whatever reason.

Also, I uploaded this fanfiction to DeviantART, so if you've seen it there, it's the same thing. ^_^ This whole fanfiction is actually the backstory to a piece of RoChu fanart I drew.