So here's a new Hetalia story, packed with action and adventure! I'm hoping to get at least five reviews before the next chapter please? And all flames will be eaten by China! (Next chapter will explain why, don't ask.)
I'll try and update every week, but you must remember that the chapters are long and may not be finished in time for me to update in a week. So...yes, that's about it for that announcement.
This story idea was given to me by 'Call Us Hetalia', a story by Amethystfairy1. She has given me permission to use the teams and the idea of the codenames. I recommend you read her story! And while this has the same kind of idea, this story will be very different, mark my words. So...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
The APH Trio
World Academy.
A school where one or two people of each nation between fourteen and nineteen years old gets chosen to attend the school. Where you are codenamed by your country. Where you must pass a magic initiation test. Where you will live forever if you pass.
Hungary, 1950
Elizaveta Hédeváry hit her head on her desk as her teacher droned on and on about the how they 'should be thankful that Hitler killed himself and that the war was over'. What's the POINT? It's in the past so let's just forget about the stupid suicide and get on with the end of the school day!
In truth, she had lived through the entire World War II, so she wanted to forget about all of it. Many things had happened to her, things that she'd rather not say, things she'd seen that were things she shuddered to even think about.
At eighteen, she had been born two years before the entire calamity began. She had lost many family members, so she just wanted to forget. Forgive and forget.
With a sigh, she lifted her head and traced circles on the rosewood desk with her fingers. Hopefully she would get out soon.
"Elizaveta Hédeváry, report to the office immediately, please!"
Her head snapped up and she stood up immediately, ignoring Miss Rose's glare. With a cheeky smirk, she waved at her classmates. "Duty calls, gotta go!"
Elizaveta walked out of the room, swaying her hips a little just to tease. Then she immediately felt disgusted with herself; she was not some sex-crazed teenage girl! Well, she was a teenage girl, but not a sex-crazed one...
Yes, these were her thoughts on the way to the office.
Walking in, she noticed that the walls were a spotless, sparkling white. And then, she noticed that there was a tall man with scruffy brown hair and playful hazel eyes standing next to her obviously frazzled principal.
"HIIIII~!" The guy waved, grinning happily. "You must be Elizaveta Hédeváry! I am Roma! I want you to join my schoooooool~!"
Elizaveta turned to Principal Perenyi, confusion clear in her emerald green eyes.
"Mister Roma, I've told you before!" Perenyi sighed. "Miss Hédeváry cannot make rational decisions, due to her parents unfortunate demise-"
CRACK
In a bout of anger, Elizaveta punched the Principal in the jaw. Her parents were a sensitive topic for her, ever since they had been involved in a gruesome train crash three years ago. Yes. Liza and Gari Hédeváry were dead, and she was an orphan.
"I take back what I said," Perenyi snapped. "You are hereby expelled for assaulting a member of the school board!"
"YAAAAAAY~!" Roma clapped. "Now you can join my schoooooool~!"
Elizaveta stared at him. Is he crazy?
Roma smiled at her, her indignation making the smile so much sparklier.
As soon as she had agreed, and the two had walked out of the school, she had been picked up and thrown into the back of a sparkling blue and white Hungarian automobile. Then they had started driving to who knows where!
"Where are you taking me?" yelled Elizaveta, slamming into the wall of the automobile with an "oof" as Roma made a sharp turn and skidded on two wheels.
"To World Academy in the dimension of Magyk!"
"MAGYK!?"
"I know! Fun, right~?"
"I am SO going to kill you when I get out of here..."
Really? Elizaveta was towed around in an automobile for hours, forced to change into a dress and her beloved black high-heeled boots she carried in her schoolbag, then dragged into an arena filled with mythical creatures that shouldn't exist and she was supposed to fight? Really?
There were six rows of grayish white human shaped creatures with open mouths filled with jagged white teeth. Behind them were trolls; huge grayish green trolls with lumps and warts and beady black eyes on faces with slits for noses and thick, puffy lips. Behind those were shadows. Solid shadows.
"The objective is to get to the door," a voice over a loudspeaker boomed. "Using magic energy."
Door? Elizaveta looked behind the row of dementor-shadows. There was a big wooden door right behind one. Looking on the outside of the arena, she noticed a crowd watching her.
"They're full out testing her!" She heard a white-haired boy with...was that a PUFFIN on his shoulder? He was talking to another boy with dark blonde bangs pulled back with a clip. "They're giving her trolls, Frost Men and Shadow Grims! I only had the Frost Men..."
Wait a second...MAGIC ENERGY!?
"LET THE INITIATION BEGIN!"
Suddenly the door behind her closed so she couldn't get out, and the Frost Men started closing in on her.
One came close enough for her to punch it. She was petrified.
It lunged forward, grabbing her arm with its teeth. Elizaveta screamed, and twisted around, kicking it with a high-heeled shoe. She thought she'd stabbed it through the chest - but gasped when the kick bounced off with no damage.
With a sudden burst of anger, she screamed out, "Get OFF me!"
A wave of bright red surrounded her, growing and crackling as her rage grew, then reaching out in fiery flames of anger, and the first two rows of Frost Men - including the one on her hand - were thrown back, inhuman screams tearing from their throats. They smoldered like her rage, fizzing into clumpy lumps on the floor.
The four waves of Frost Men seemed uneasy to come near her. A sudden plan erupted into her mind, so stupid it might just work. I have to get to the door, right? So...
"YAAAAAAAAH!" Elizaveta screeched a battle cry and rushed into the wave of creatures, running as they nipped at her heels. "I can do it!" With those words uttered, she felt a burst of courage. A bright orange light surrounded her, growing larger around her as tendrils snaked towards the rows of oncoming creatures, burning straight through the Frost Men, but fizzing out of existence when it hit the trolls.
When they approached her, lumbering with limping steps, slowly but surely, she felt fear course through her veins, freezing her where she stood.
She shook her head, clearing the paralyzing fear from her mind, and started running again, kicking off the ground as she reached the first troll and jumping on its shoulders. Kicking off those, she jumped onto the trolls heads and ran on them like stepping stones, letting the stupid things hit each other over the head with their knobbly wooden clubs.
Once she passed the trolls, the only things blocking her were the shadows. Shadow Grims, she remembered Puffin Boy saying.
Without her realizing it, they had surrounded her, their shadowy auras reaching out towards her.
The crowd was screaming.
"They have her surrounded!" A boy with a distinct German accent roared.
"Oh no, ve~!" Another voice whimpered. "She'll be okay, right, Doitsu?"
As the shadow tendrils reached out to her, Elizaveta felt her energy drain. Black spots filled her vision and all her self-confidence and hope was washed away. What's the point...I'll just die anyway...maybe I shouldn't fight back...
Pain exploded in her head as a tendril cracked against her forehead, and she screamed, clutching her head. Something was wet on her fingers, trickling down her forehead, onto her nose. Crimson, salty and metallic, flooded her mouth and dribbled out as another Shadow Grim slammed into her chest. Pain blistered in her chest like an inferno, and she could no longer breathe properly.
Elizaveta was going to die.
"MOVE AND DON'T LET THEM GET TO YOU!"
A voice in the crowd was screaming over the rest.
Elizaveta lifted her head up, wincing. Pain made her vision hazy and her movements slow, but a new emotion welled up in her chest. Killing intent.
Stepping forward, she let out all her emotions of frustration, anger, confusion, and determination. She screamed, and a dark, shadowy aura exploded from every fiber of her being, making the Shadow Grims shy away, some of them fading to nothing.
Taking advantage of their confusion, she ran, slowly, to the door. As it opened, she collapsed inside. I...I actually did it...
The nurse standing over her was getting increasingly blurry. Darkness seeped in the edges of her vision and Elizaveta could only make out that the nurse was saying something. Her world was getting fuzzier and fuzzier, when pain blossomed in all parts of her body and she welcomed the darkness that enveloped her.
Opening her eyes had never hurt so much.
Once Elizaveta finally got them open, she became aware of bandages around her head and chest.
A white-haired boy with red eyes was sitting next to her bedside, a yellow chick nestled in his hair. An albino.
A brunet was sitting next to him, with electric violet eyes behind clear glasses. A mole was next to his mouth, and he was holding a baton.
"Oh. You're awake." The electric violet-eyed boy turned away from his staring contest with the albino. "I'll get Nurse Mother Russia."
He stood up and walked towards a tall woman in white.
Elizaveta recognized his voice as the one that had screamed out and hit her the most in the arena.
"So..." the albino grinned, teeth flashing pearly white as the other boy stood up and left. "Hey. I'm the awesome nineteen year old Gilbert Beilschmidt, codenamed Prussia, and that priss is fourteen year old Roderich Edelstein, codenamed Austria." His voice was fond with a teasing lilt to it as he spoke about the other.
Elizaveta didn't understand why the actual names were whispered so softly she almost couldn't understand. But she had more important matters to think about, like...
"Codenamed...?" Elizaveta tilted her head in confusion, wincing when it aggravated her wound.
"Prussia!" A stern looking nurse was on her way, Roderich behind her. She wore a completely white dress with a white apron, and the cap on her head was striped with three colors; first white, then blue, then red. Russia's flag colors. She had platinum gray hair in a tight bun, and a stern look on her face. "The girl passed the test, but she doesn't know anything. Stop confusing her!"
"And I am nineteen, not fourteen!" snapped Roderich. His voice, though sharp, had a softness to it that most people wouldn't be able to pick up on. Elizaveta wondered why she could.
"Sorry Mother Russia," Gilbert mumbled, not looking very sorry at all and completely ignoring the brunet, though his lips curled upwards in a smile.
"...Mother Russia...?" Elizaveta was more confused than ever, all thoughts about their emotions whisking away.
"This is a secret organization," Mother Russia explained. She had a Russian accent on her words, though not so thick that they penetrated the flow of her sentences or added unnecessary ones. "We take one or two orphans in between ages fourteen and nineteen years old from each Earth nation and force them to have an initiation; do you have magic or not? If you do, yay, you get to stay here. If not...you get sent back to where you came from with no recollection of this Academy.
"We are on the planet of Magyk, in the Magic Dimension. So people don't know who you are, you have to use codenames at all costs. I'm a female from Russia, so I am Mother Russia. There's a child here from Russia; his codename is just Russia.
"You sip a drink that makes you immortal...some of our students have been alive for over fifty years; that was when this Academy was founded.
"You are expected to join a team within a week. And if you wonder why we're doing this Academy, every so often, a person tries to take over the universe, yadda yadda yadda. You train to stop them. And even so...dangerous and evil mythical creatures run rampant on Earth. Got it?"
Elizaveta felt like her brain was exploding. "So...what's this Academy called?"
"World Academy!" Gilbert grinned. "And Austria and I, the awesome Prussia, are here to recruit you in our team!"
"That's right."
Elizaveta jumped; she hadn't seen Roderich come up next to Gilbert.
"Apparently, your power comes from your emotions," said Mother Russia. "You can channel emotions into a powerful aura and use that to fight."
"O...kay..." Elizaveta said slowly. "What's your real name?"
"Nobody uses it anymore," sighed Mother Russia. "But...Roshika." The name was whispered so softly she almost didn't catch it once again.
"You still haven't given us an answer~!" sang Gilbert.
"Okay." Elizaveta gave in. "I'll join. But what's with that chick?"
"This is Gilbird!" Gilbert chirped happily, petting the golden feathers. "He became immortal with me!"
"Let's think of a name!" Roderich said, sitting down on her bed. "Prussia and I were the Black Eagles, but I don't think Hungary has an eagle on the flag that looks similar to ours." Gilbert sat down as well, and Elizaveta pushed herself upwards in a sitting position.
"The Awesome Squad!" yelled Gilbert.
"No!" Elizaveta said at the same time Roderich snapped, "Absolutely not."
"The Matchmakers," said Elizaveta, already wondering how she would pair up some people.
Gilbert gagged, and Roderich simply shook his head, hands lingering on his hip to stomach area.
About an hour later, they were still sitting there thinking about names.
"The APH Trio?" suggested Roderich. "You know...I'm from Austria, he's from Prussia, and you're from Hungary!"
"Yes!" Elizaveta agreed, relieved that they'd come up with one that wasn't utterly ridiculous.
"I still think the Awesome Squad is better..."
Picking out a uniform was fairly easy.
The choices for girls were either pants and a blouse, a skirt and a blouse, or a dress. And then there was the other option; a traditional shirt or dressage from your home.
No. Just…no.
The uniform for pants and blouse was a pure white button-up blouse with black pants, your choice of shoes, and a black jacket. For a skirt and blouse it was a white button-up blouse, a black skirt that went down to your knees, a black jacket, white knee-high socks and your choice of shoes. For a dress it was a white dress with a button-up top that went down to your knees, a black jacket, white knee-high socks, and your choice of shoes. Obviously, under the skirt you wore short black leggings that went to the middle of the upper thighs, and under the dress, short white leggings that went to the middle of the upper thighs.
She chose the pants. Before she changed out of her old school uniform, Mother Russia sewed her flag onto one side of her jacket, and the same with her button-up blouse. Elizaveta then put on her normal black shin-high high-heeled boots.
And when Isis, A.K.A Ancient Egypt, let her choose her weapon, she went straight to the frying pan. For some reason, it just...spoke to her.
With her weapon hanging from her side and her new uniform on, she felt like a part of World Academy.
"I'll lead you to our room later tonight," said Roderich.
"Thank yo - wait. OUR?"
"That's right, Hungary," said Mother Russia. "All those in a team must share a room together, boy or girl."
"I knew I shouldn't have agreed to this," groaned Elizaveta. "Can I revoke the team agreements?"
"No." Gilbert smirked. "Not allowed, Hungary."
"Call me Elizaveta!"
"Not allowed either. There could be bugs placed in the school!" Mother Russia snapped.
"Okay," sighed Hungary, resigning herself to her new name.
"So," Rod - Austria said. "We shall see you later tonight to show you to our room, correct?"
"Yes."
"Then we shall take our leave."
Once Rod - Austria and Gi - Prussia were out of the room, she could hear Gil - Prussia's voice.
"Ya don't have to be so formal all the time, Specs!"
"I know. I just prefer to be."
Hungary grinned. They would be such a cute couple! She had to stock up on her yaoi pictures, as well as the yuri, and find the best couples as soon as possible! And maybe even start a club if she found enough people...
A day had passed since she had been abducted to the academy, and she had already started her first project; Antonio Carriedo, Spain, and Lovino Vargas, Romano.
Romano was actually from Southern Italy, but his younger twin was from Northern Italy, since Lovino had been born on the Southern side of the border and Feliciano on the Northern, he gave up Italy and took Romano instead because he didn't want Feliciano to share a name with him (Hungary had seriously considering making an incest pairing).
She had sipped the drink; a crystal clear liquid that burned your throat and warmed up your stomach. It healed all her wounds as well as making her feel stronger.
She had learned that they were short of a few students; from the Bahamas, Fiji, Libya, and more. They were still searching for perfect candidates.
When you went on a mission, it was to sort out the demons on Earth, and you usually would team up with another team to get the job done.
Right now she was running towards her room; she had to deposit some wonderful Spamano pictures!
The APH Trio's room was in the hall that held some other groups; the Axis, the Allies, the Tomato Two (home of her current project), Dark & Light (the home of a Cuban and a Canadian, the Canadian she hadn't ever seen, but she'd seen the Cuban talk to air), the Asian Family, the Indian Three, the Nordic Five, the Sniper Duo, and the Supernatural.
In blind giddiness of the thought of her wonderful yaoi, she turned the corner, only to run into something hard.
Stumbling backwards, then falling on the floor, she let her files go.
She let her files go.
Let them GO.
Coming to her senses, Hungary scrambled to get her files, but not before catching a glimpse at the papers scattered around the other - Germany, Ludwig Beilschmidt, Prussia's younger brother, sleeping in a bed next to a naked Italy - Germany kissing Italy on the cheek - Italy glomping Germany-
The papers were ripped out from under her nose.
Stealing a glance at the other, she saw black bangs falling over soulless dark brown eyes, a distinctly Asian face, the panic evident in his expression, then a soundless "Oh".
Obviously he had seen her photos.
He wore traditional Japanese garb; a black male kimono, with long, billowing sleeves. Something that no doubt gave him access to many weapons that he could keep in the sleeves.
Leaning in towards her ear, he whispered, "I am Honda Kiku." Leaning back, he said, normally, "I am Japan, member of the Axis."
Leaning forward, lips almost touching his pale ear, Hungary whispered, "I am Elizaveta Hédeváry." Leaning backwards as well, she said in a louder tone, "I am Hungary, member of the APH Trio."
"Well, Hungary," said Japan, and if she hadn't been looking closely, she wouldn't have caught the glimmer of excitement in his dark brown eyes. "I think we have a lot to talk about."
A/N
Pretty cool, huh? Naturally, my ideas always seem to spring from another fanfic!