This is the First story I've written on here so I hope you enjoy :3
My each chapter will only be around 1000 words Ill try though.
Lene is fem!Norway. Matthias is Denmark. Emil is Iceland. Li is Hongkong.
Alice is fem!England. Alfred is America.
Allistor is Scotland. Dylan is Wales. Holly is fem!Ireland.
It would be awesome if you could help me with ideas with my story.
Hetero usuk. IceHong. Hetero DenNor. (If I do have France in here may not) FrancexJeanne. More might appear
Alice's alarm was set to play a quiet twitter, she had trained herself to hear the small sound and make up. She liked it when she was the only one up in the morning. It was peaceful and relaxing, waking up to no stress and a fresh start! She got up quickly and tiptoed to her to her desk where her outfit he had set out was ready for her to wear.
It was a black skirt that went down to her knees and a causal baby blue blouse. She put it on with our making a sound. She pulled her high socks to her knees that had strips black and white. She walked over to her mirror which was on the other side of her room beside her door, though she failed to notice the cord of her hair dryer that had probably been left out by her sleeping sister. She kicked the cord which caused her to fall "Bloody hell!" She screeched, making a loud thud when she hit the ground. Luckily she protected her face.
She got up brushing herself up and froze when she heard a yawn from her eldest brother, Allistor, and footsteps to the bathroom. She sighed for now she couldn't have her peaceful morning. Her other brother, Dylan, rolled off his bed and thumped on the ground incasing himself in his blankets. Her sister luckily did not seem to wake from all the noise. She shut her door all the way and propped her chair up so no one could get in.
She did her hair up in to long pigtail. Her blonde hair wad messy and no matter how much she brushed it would always be messy. She glared at the mirror and her hair. It ran in her family to have messy hair, it just didn't like to stay down. She put clips in her hair 60% for style and 40% because it always got in her way. She glanced at the time, "Wow, I have to hurry" Alice murmured to herself. She grasped the door handle, after removing the door, and braced herself for her reckless family. Personally she was not quite fond of them. Once she opened that door she'll lose her splendid isolation! As she twisted the handle aloud knock on the door startled her and she stumbled backward.
Allistor yelled to the other side "Alice wake up already you log!" Alice opened the door and her tall brother was leaning against her door frame with his hands crossed. His hair was a bright red and was quite messy too. His green t-shirt was quite wrinkly and he looked like he just woke up except that he was wearing jeans. He had a slightly disgusted expression when his younger sister opened the door. The Irritation in her voice poised into the silence when Alice spoke "I was up already you git! Why are you seriously going to go out in that?" A devilish smirk came across Allistor's face at the remark. He just straightened up from the frame of the door and went to his brother's room to awake him from the ground.
Alice was quite flustered with her brother "How can we even be related?! He's just so veil. He should really be more of a gentleman." Alice said to herself quietly. She never really fit in with her family. It was just her and her sibling. Her parents left them alone so they could move back to London. She differed greatly from her three other siblings for she was the only in the entire family that had blonde hair. Alice wonders a lot about why they are so different. When she was younger she asked her mom and she replied with "We have a great-aunt with blonde hair" It seemed odd to Alice when she was first told that at such a young age and it still seems wrong to Alice now. "I'd like to see some pictures!" Little Alice had said so very long ago. She was around 5 when this accrued. "Sorry Alice but We don't have any pictures, your great-aunt wasn't one for pictures" Her mother chuckled then changing the subject right away.
When Alice snapped back to reality when a chair screeching on the hard wood floor. Her sister, Holly, had token a seat for breakfast. "How did you sleep?" asked Alice attempting to make small talk. She didn't want to seem uncivilized. Holly just ignored her sister and continued to pack her bags.
It ended up being a slow morning and nobody said much else to Alice save from the causal 'Can you pass me the milk'. Alice left the house in a hurry that morning, she couldn't stand her siblings and they couldn't stand her. Aside from not looking too much alike their personalities were far from similar. Alice was quite neat and enjoyed being alone or with her few friends, but sometimes they could get tire some too. Though her siblings were sloppy and seemed social and 'popular' in some scenarios too.
Alice noticed Lene Walking with her younger brother, Emil, so she ran across the street to them. Lene barely turned her head "Good morning." Lene said with a straight face. She was never one for strong emotions but that's part of what Alice liked about her; made her easy to talk to because she would listen though when it came to advice, she lacked it greatly. Alive just greeted them both in return then Emil ran up ahead to Li who was heading out of his house. The two friends headed to school making small chat but the other one usually not responding. When they got to school they headed to their lockers make wasting no time or they'd be late.
Alice grabbed her books quickly and turned around to head to her first period. There Alfred stood with a bright smile, leaning against the locker. Alice stumbled backwards in surprise, bumping into Lene who had a locker next to hers. Lene fell back but fell in the arms of her special Dane friend. Lene didn't react much but just flat smacked Matthias as they both walked away and went to class. "You git! You shouldn't startle a girl like that." Alice said looking down and blushing softly. She pushed her glasses higher up her nose and looked up at the American. He talked quite loud and Alice didn't like loud, but something inside her liked Alfred's loud, it was reassuring and it made her feel loved for once in her life. She tried to explain it to herself. It didn't seem logical she thought. But the more she tried the more she just loved him. It was odd really, this feeling of hers. She would call him a git or a wanker sometimes but that was just kind of like a shield to her. It protected her from being to open… like a bandage on an open wound. She was quite wounded actually. It never showed though.
As they headed to class Alice took her seat she seemed to always be directed to well the American followed her like a puppy. He sat down behind her and started a conversation. All the way until class started. She really wanted to finish up some work but she just threw that away for the chance to listen to Alfred. She really loved him for her own good. She wasn't sure if he loved her back as much… he talked to her a bit but never seemed to make a move.