Author's Notes: Okay, so I've never really done a second person perspective story (They usually turn out way awkward for me), But, I decided to give it a try.
This is also my first multi-chapter story I'll be doing, so depending on how many people like it and the feedback I get, I'll try and update often. (I do have school though, so most of my updates will probably take place on the weekends, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday)
I really hope you guys enjoy this, it was kind of fun to write!
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Hetalia High School

An interactive/second person perspective story

By Delation

You sit down in front of your locker. The lock had gotten jammed-again. 'Why does this happen to me every year?' As you struggle to get the stubborn locker open, fellow high school students flow past you in search for their own lockers and homerooms. You turn to find a teacher for assistance, but instead you spot your best friend, Ivan Braginsky. Surely he can help?

"Ivan! Over here, I need your help!" You jump up and wave him over.

"[First name], Privet! I'm so glad to see you again." He wraps his arms around you and you allow the hug. Normally you dont like the physical contact, but Ivan has been your best friend since you were little, when his family moved to America from Russia.

"Me too. Hey, I cant get my locker open, think you can help?" You point to where your backpack and purse are sitting on the ground.

"Of course!" He smiles that sweet, childish smile you have grown to love before approaching the locker. He studies it for a moment, then turns the lock a couple of times.

"What is your combination?"

"12-35-24."
After entering the combination, and finding that the lock still does not lift, he pulls back his leg and kicks your locker. Surprisingly there is no indention, and only a few people turned to see what happened. He lifts the lock and this time it worked.

"Oh, thank you Ivan! You just saved me a ton of time." You begin decorating your locker with all of the posters and post cards you collected over the years from your world travels. You place the posters from your favorite country on your locker door; Japan. Underneath that is your post card from China. Your Canda poster goes on the back wall of your locker. The Russian poster and post card (Both from Ivan, as you have never been to Russia) are placed on the left-hand wall, with small Italian and German posters across from them on the right-hand wall. Your remaining country post cards are placed wherever there is room.

"Not a problem, little [First name]. Well, I must be off to search for my locker. Perhaps I will see you in class?" He waves goodbye and disappears into the crowd.

After you have decorated your locker, you turn to pick up your backpack, when you notice someone staring at your posters. A boy with short, dark hair, and kind brown eyes. When he sees that you were looking at him, his face turns a slight red, and he begins to walk away, blending into the swarm of people. 'Do I know him? He seems familiar, but I can't seem to remember a name.' Shaking your head, you continue organizing your locker.

After having fought through the mass of students to make your way down the hall, you slip into homeroom quietly, ignoring the open seats up front, you take one of the six available seats at the only empty table in the back. You settle down and open your book. You find reading comforting, not only because of the stories, but because you also see it as an escape. A way to get away from the rude, judging, and ignorant (and frankly quite annoying) peers that you have been forced to attend school with seven hours a day, five days a week, and, it reminds you of traveling. Different places, different people, different adventures.

You dont look up until you hear the most popular guy in school walk into your homeroom. The whole room is buzzing with excitment. Alfred Jones. Ugh. In addition to being the most popular guy in school, he is also the most annoying. He is constantly flirting with all the girls (including you a couple of times) and always exclaiming how 'cool' he is. (However, if he weren't so obnoxious, Alfred could certainly be considered cute.) Gilbert Beilschmidt, a (kinda) buddy of Alfred, has also taken to exclaiming, "I am awesome!" The two together make for a very unnerving experience. After the murmur of excitment upon Alfred's entrance dies down, you see two of your good friends slip into the room unnoticed.

"Hey Ludwig, Feliciano! Over here," You set your book down and give a small wave.

"[First name], zhank goodness ve have homeroom vizh you. I vas beginning to zhink I vas going to go mad!" Ludwig took the seat next you, Feli sitting next to him. Although Ludwig is Gilbert's brother, they are nothing alike. Where Gilbert is loud and annoying, Ludwig is calm (Unless angered) and, for the most part, quiet.

"Ciao, [First name]! It's-a so nice to see you again!"

"Hey Feli. And I know exactly how you feel Ludwig. Guess who's in our homeroom." You point your thumb in the direction of the front of the room where Alfred has taken a seat upon one of the girl's desk and was conversing rather loudly with a group of friends.

"Ja, I noticed, but, mein gott, you must be kidding me? Ve're stuck in here vizh him for half an hour each morning?" He shook his head.

"Wha? I think Alfred's-a really nice! He can be kind of weird sometimes, but he's-a never done anything mean to me. At least not on purpose... I think..." Feliciano has confused himself and a weird expression has settled upon his face.

"Well, yeah Feli, I mean he's nice, but we just think he's a little... annoying, sometimes. Ya know?" You offer an explaination that brings the smile back to Feli's adorable face.

"Ve~! That-a makes sense!" He begins to doodle pasta and stick men waving flags on the cover of his notebook. "Oh, Elizabeta! You're in-a our homeroom too? This day just gets better and better! Now all we need is some pasta and it will be perfect!"

You look over to see Elizabeta Héderváry making her way to your table. You two had only recentaly become friends, starting towards the end of the school year last year.

"Hey there, Feliciano. Ludwig. [First name]. It's crazy out there today!" She takes the seat across from Feli. "Vhat are you doing vith your notebook, Feli? Isn't that one for math?"

"Si! But I-a want pasta so bad. Since I can't-a have any until lunch time, I'm-a doodling them on my notebook! See?" He holds up his artwork. It's actually quite well drawn.

"Very clever. Vhat a smart vay to make use of your resources!" The two continue their conversation. You glance over at Ludwig, who has had the same idea as you; read. You pick your book up and begin where you left off.

"May I sit here?" You lower your book and look up to see the dark haired boy from earlier peering down at you. When he realizes who you are, he looks a bit surprised himself, but quickly recovers.

"Oh, of course." You slide your books and supplies over to make room for his things. "I don't think we've met before. I'm [First name]."

"Kon'nichiwa. I am Honda Kiku, sough my friends carr me Kiku. It is nice to meet you." 'So he's Japanese. That must be why he was looking at my poster from Japan.' He sits down in front of you, and although you've begun reading again, you can see out of the corner of your eye that he keeps glancing over at you. You give him a small smile and his cheeks turn a rosey pink.

"I'm here, I'm not late!" Mathew's quiet voice floats to your ears, and you look away from Kiku.

"Hey Mathew, you can sit here." You gesture to the seat across from Ludwig.

You look down at all your friends, and hopefully a new one, gathered at one table. Although they each have different personalities, there is one thing you all have in common; your 'social status'. There is no written list of each status and the students in it, but ever since you arrived in high school, you imediately knew the heirarchey. You and your friends, not technically social outcasts, are considered to be unpopular, nerds. But lately, no matter how uncomfortable around them you are, the 'populars' have begun to consider you an aquaintance. Though they dont invite you to their little get togethers after school, they have stopped making fun of you and your friends, and are now rather polite, with an occasional smile or 'Hello'. It seems to you, that having the most popular guy in school try to ask you out, has raised your social status considerably.

"Hi Ludwig. What book are you reading?"

"Oh, Mathew, I hadn't noticed you'd sat zhere."

"Yeah, most people don't." He hugged his sweatshirt tight. Wait, he hugged his sweatshirt?

"Mathew, did you bring Kumajirou to school?" You whisper harshly.

"N-no. No, I didn't." The Canadian was caught offgaurd by your question. You know he is used to people not noticing him, but you are a very observant person, and he is not yet used to it. "Okay, I brought him. I couldn't leave him. I need him. We... we dont like to seperate for very long." He opens the jacket slightly, allowing the cuddly polar bear to stick his head out.

"You just better hope none of the teachers will realize you've got him."

"Trust me, they won't. My parents didn't even notice I had him. You're the only one who ever notices anything I do."

"Oh, that's not true. Alfred notices stuff you do. He is your brother after all." You glance over to see Kiku is looking at you, and you quickly look back at Mathew.

"Yeah, well sometimes even he doesn't notice." He begins to fidget with his notebooks, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.

"I'm sure you wirr find someone who is fascinated by you someday, Mathew-san." As Kiku says this to the Canadian, he looks over at you.

"You really think so?"

"Absolutely, Matt. How could someone not? You're super nice, and let's not be modest, you are rather adoarble. Plus, your cuddly polar bear can't hurt in winning over some girls. I bet you there's even someone at school this year who likes you." Your mind shifts to a friend of yours who confessed to having a crush on your quiet friend last year.

"Thanks you guys." He blushes faintly, then turns his attention to the front of the room where the teacher is now standing.

After the homeroom teacher gives his speech about rules and expectations for the year, he releases the students for silent reading time. Students are allowed to sit wherever they would like in the room, and are allowed to listen to music, so long as you wear headphones and he cannot hear it.

You decide to stay in your seat to read, as you see Alfred and his 'crew' settling into the quaint corner you wanted. Apparently, Kiku has also decided to stay seated where he is, and he begins reading as well. You try not to, you really do, but you can't help but glance over your book at him. He is kinda cute, especially when he reads, as he must wear his glasses. You smile to yourself, just as he glances up at you. You quickly hide your smile and duck behind the cover of your novel. You dont dare look up again until you hear the bell ring, and it's time to head to first period.

You quickly gather your things and hurry out the door, giving a slight nod to your friends as you leave.

"Excuse me, [First name]. I sink you forgot sis in homeroom." You turn around and come face to face with Kiku. He backs away, allowing for some personal space.

"Oh, hey, thanks. I'm always forget something." You laugh shyly and take the pencil from his hand. He laughs and you stand there, grinning like an idiot. But his laugh is so cute! "Um, so maybe... Do you want to sit with us at lunch today? I'd love it if you would. I mean, ya know, because, new friends and all." You mentally scold yourself for sounding like an idiot.

"Arigatō, I would love to." He gives a quick bow, then hurries down the hall, the opposite direction you are going. 'Why do I feel a little disappointed that he's not in my class? I dont even really know him.'

After three more class periods, only one of which were with Kiku, you are ready for lunch. You rush to your locker and quickly stuff your things in, grabbing your lunch pack before you close the door. At first, you wait for Ivan, or Kiku, or any of your friends to walk past, but your stomach soon decides it's time to eat, and you follow the crowd to the lunch room. You look around for any of your friends, but you can't spot them anywhere, so instead you find a table that looks like it might be big enough for you and your buddies. You go around the table, placing a cookie in every spot to celebrate the new school year. You set your lunch pack down and begin to eat your sandwhich. When you see Ludwig and Feli enter the room with their packs, you call them over.

"Vait, is zhis a cookie? Vhat is zhe special occasion?" He sets his lunch pack on the table next to him, and Feliciano does the same.

"I wanted to get you guys something to celebrate the start of a new school year!" You smile at him, and he laughs, taking up the cookie. 'Oh, cool! I got Ludwig to laugh, and it wasn't even as hard as I thought!'

"Oh, I-a love cookies! I'm-a going to save mine until after, PASTAAAA!" He pulls out the container of pasta and throws his lunch pack on the floor beside him. He doesnt miss a beat, grabbing hold of his fork and digging in.

"Mein gott, Feliciano, have some manners! You're in public!" Ludwig grabs the fork from Feli and hands him a napkin. "Here, use zhis. Und be sure to get the sides of your face. You eat like a pig."

"Bu Wudwig, I'm eating paswa! I havin' had it in so long!" His mouth is full of noodles and tomato sauce.

"You had some for dinner last night, didn't you? Und knowing you, you probably had some for breakfast, as vell."

"Ve~! I did." He has swallowed his bite and is now giving Ludwig an innocent smile.

"Elizabeta, hey." The Hungarian takes the seat next to the Italian, and you greet her by pushing the cookie closer to her.

"A cookie? Who brought the cookies?" She takes it up in her hands and observes it.

"Oh, I did. Do you like chocolate chip cookies?"

"Oh, vhy yes. Thank you!" She takes a bite, then begins conversing with Feli.

"Oh, Ludwig, I invited Kiku to sit with us today." You turn to address the German, but he has begun reading again. "Ludwig? Hello, earth to Ludwig."

"Hm, oh, right. Yes?"

"You were really into that book." You try to see what the title is, but he puts it down on the other side of his pack.

"Oh, uh, vell, it is somezhing I have to read for one of zhe classes. It's nozhing, really. Anyvay, vhat vere you going to tell me?"

"Okay... Um, well, I invited Kiku to sit with us today. You're cool with that, right?" You know he was lying about that book, but knowing Ludwig, it's probably best that you don't push the topic.

"Oh, yes, Kiku. He is zhat new guy from Japan, right? Yes, it's fine if he sits vith us." He moves his pack inbetween the two of you and begins reading the book again. I will find out what that book is, Ludwig. Gosh, why is everyone here so mysterious?

Mathew soon joins you, appreciative of the cookie. He breaks it in half, giving the smaller half to Kuma. You look around for your new Japanese friend, but you can't find him anywhere. 'It's fine. There's still a while left for lunch. He'll come. You heard him, he would love to have lunch with you- er, you and your friends. He'll be here'. You let your mind focus back to your lunch. You steal an occassional glimpse at Ludwig, trying to decipher the writting, that, from your angle and distance, just looks like a bunch of squiggles. It wasn't printed, it was hand-written. Interesting...

"Kon'nichiwa. Is sis seat for me?" Kiku gestures to the only open seat left; the one next to you.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, it's a little crowded. We all like to sit together at lunch. I don't really like being crowded -I like my personal space- but I guess it's just something you have to get used to if you have a bunch of friends." You scoot over a little as you give him this too-elaborate explaination. 'Stupid! He doesn't care! He just wanted to know if it was his seat. What is wrong with you?'

"Oh, I too rike to keep my distance from people. I donnot rike it when oser people touch me, or crowd me eiser." He places his lunch in front of him, and, after a slight bow of his head, begins eating.

"Oh, that's cool." 'That's cool."? Really? You couldnt have thought of anything better to say?' He just nods and continues his meal. You once again shift your focus back to your food. "Oh, wait, Kiku! I brought you a cookie!" You show him the cookie sitting in front of him.

"A cookie?" He picks it up and takes a small bite. "Mm, very good. Did you make it?"

"Yeah. I mean, I had some help from my mom with mixing the dough, but other than that, they were all made by me."

"Sey are very dericious." He eats another bite before setting it back down.

"So uh, since you've been in America, what all foods have you tried? I mean, you have eaten some American food, right?"

"Oh, yes." He gives a a small chuckle. "I find your food very... strange. I have not eaten anysing rike it before. Sere are so many bright colors. Alsough, I have seen some foods from oser countries and cultures, sough, so I suppose it is not reary all sat strange."

"Haha, yeah, we do like other country's foods here. I mean, who couldn't like pasta, from Italy, or, whatever Ludwig's eating... Bratwurst, I think... from Germany. Or... sushi! We have sushi a lot at my house. Plus, I love traveling around the world. I've only been to Japan once-that is where you're from, right?- but I loved it! I definitely want to go back. The world just fascinates me! I want to learn everything there is to know about our big, wide world, including other cultures." You move your arms in a circular shape above your head, and Kiku chuckles. 'Not sure if he laughed because I sound like an idiot, or because he actually thinks I'm funny... it's hard to tell... Whatever, I'll take what I can get.'

"Yes, I noticed your posters and post cards sis morning in your locker." He takes a bite of his meal.

"Oh, yeah I saw you looking. If you want, you can come look at them some time. If you like to travel, you might like some of the souveniers I've gotten too. I'm going to be bringing pictures and stuff to hang up in my locker as well."

"Sat sounds quite nice. I am glad you have found comfort in traveling and educating yourself on se outside world. I may come look at your posters sometime." You finally shut up and let him eat his meal. Instead, you try to see what Ludwig is reading by acting casual as you 'get up to go throw something away.' You just barely see what looks to be 'Feliciano', written in neat handwriting as you pass by. 'Hmm... what is he reading? Did he steal Feli's diary or something? Does Feli even keep a diary? Wait, why would Ludwig have Feli's diary? You know what, never mind. It probably didnt even say Feliciano.'

You sit back down and look around the table. Feli is whispering something to Eliza, and she bursts out giggling. Ludwig is hunched over his book, still hiding it from you. Mathew is petting Kuma, and whispering somthing to himself. Kiku is eating in silence. 'Do I even know my own friends anymore? Something tells me this school year is going to be full of surprises, from all of them.'