-Austria's POV-
This is a story of how I transformed from a snobby aristocrat into an everyday, average person, putting other people before me.
I can't believe it! I'm a fancy aristocrat! Why do I have to go hang out with a bunch of gross people who live in poverty?!
OK let me explain my situation- my stupid parents are making me go und see what it's like to not have the amount that me und my family have. They tell me that I'm 'spoiled' und that I don't 'appreciate anything'. Well that's NOT true- I appreciate being alone while playing my piano, sitting alone in my room while playing on one of my iPads, und I also enjoy eating lots of cake all by myself. Anyways, right now I'm being forced into my Ferrari so we can go see poor people.
We drove around a poor neighbourhood, but personally, my viewpoint is, 'hey it's not my fault they weren't born to aristocrats'. Also, my parents didn't know I had my headphones on.
GREAT. Now my parents decided they're going to adopt some poor kid(s). I don't want to share my house with some tramp!
-Time Skip-
We walked into the poor kids' adoption centre, und I looked at all the poor kids. It was SO small! How do these people stand it!? I walked over to the counter with my parents. They had a meeting with the head of the adoption centre. They told me to wait outside the conference room. I sat out there, EXTREMELY bored. So I decided I'd go look around. I started to zone out while walking, accidentally bumping into some people. Three boys and a girl. "Sorry" they all said. I tilted my head und walked on. "Filthy kids" I muttered. They were all my age- so they should know NOT to bump into rich aristocrats. The girl must've heard me, because I heard her shout, "Hey, don't talk to my friends like that!" I turned around to see the three boys with rather worried faces, and the girl looking very angry. "Do you know who you are talking to Frau?" I asked. "A snob?" she responded. I gawked. I am NOT a snob. "I could have you arrested for zat you know" I said. She rolled her eyes and walked away. I heard her say "sure you could" under her breath. I hated that girl from that point on.
Little did I know that that adoption centre would be my new home soon, with her being one of my new roommates.
-Time Skipper-
I sat at the table in my dining room the next morning, wondering where my parents were. All of a sudden, two police officers came in, saying that my parents were dead. 'Crap' I thought to myself. Where would I go?! I had no family! Well, my question was soon answered. The car stopped in front of the adoption centre that me und my parents were at yesterday. They threw me out of the car, and a landed flat on my stomach, face hitting the ground. I looked up to see my suitcase land in front of me. The car took off behind me. I stood up, brushed myself off, und looked up at my new home. "Great" I muttered. I walked in, and the lady at the desk showed me to my new room. I walked in. There were four people already in it. But not just anybody, the four brats I met yesterday. One of the boys spoke up saying, "well, you really missed us THAT much huh love?" he asked with his annoying British accent. Then another of the boys said something. "Yeah, it is rearry funny. I thought that you'd hate us for being 'firthy kids'?" 'I don't like Asians anymore' I thought. Then the last boy said something. "And maple, I really don't like how you talked to miss (Name) yesterday, eh" he said. Great... a Canadian... just when I thought things couldn't get much worse. Then the girl spoke up. "Listen kid. We don't take kindly to snobs around here. We take care of others, not ourselves. So unless you want to be out on da streets, I suggest you wise up with some manners." Once again, I gawked at her comment. "I know my manners. Zhere just not poor peoples' manners. Und unless you vant to feel the wrath of my private military, I suggest you shut ze hell up." Once again she rolled her eyes. "What private military! You might have had one before you came here, but now you don't. And stop calling us poor." she yelled. "Vhy should I?" I asked. She laughed. "Because now you're poor too." I almost stumbled backwards. I was POOR? No, it couldn't be!? Why did my parents have to die!? I would still be eating my delicious expensive cake if it wasn't for my parents dying! I shook the thought of my dead parents out of my head. "Anyways, you wirr be sreeping here on this bed" said the Japanese kid. I walked over und sat my suitcase on top of the small mattress. "A...twin...sized...mattress?" I asked. "Yes love something wrong with that?" said the British kid. I sighed. I didn't want to hear anymore of their complaining. "No" I said. "Oh by the way maple, I'm Matthew eh!"
"Oh yes I am Arthur love."
"Herro. I my name is Honda Kiku. My first name is actuarry Kiku, but in Japan, we say our last name first when introducing ourserves for the first time."
The girl hesitated but eventually said in a cheery voice, "I'm (Name)! Pleasure to meet you." I blushed a little und I don't know why. "I-I'm Roderich. Nice to meet you all" I practically stuttered. Then I heard a bell ring outside the door. "Lunch time eh!" said Matthew.
Now here came the real problem- what the hell am I eating? Is this what a 'sandwich' is? It's kinda nasty. This life is no doubt going to take a lot of getting used to.
