Sorry China! You'll probably hate the first chapter! Sorry! ( It had to be done... )

Chapter 1 – Life is Confusing

It all started in school. Really, a nice place, with innoccent teachers and innoccent students... Not that I blame them for what happened. I blame my friend, China ( sorta ). That isn't her real name, but I'm not putting her real name down because I don't think I have permission to do só.

* Why did my computer put an accent above the 'o'? Ignore the stupid computer faults please! *

I blame her for making me write this fanfiction.

And for the idea of this whole thing.

But anyways, on with the story.

It was lunch break. We sat underneath our favourite tree. There was a little fence there, perfect for sitting on. Só we were there, on the fence. Just sitting and talking about Hetalia. If you don't know what that is, I don't see why you're reading this. We just sat and talked. I don't quite remember at what point this was, but China started pulling a knotted strand of hair that I had. I'm not going to tell you why I have a knot there – that's a different story altogether.

I got annoyed fast. I didn't like it when people pulled my knot, só I hissed: something I sometimes do when I'm annoyed or angry. China smiled.

" You're like Romano." she said. " And I am Spain." I looked at her suspiciously.

" Well, I'm not cleaning your house for you!" I said back.

" Come on Romano, it is your duty as my servant to obey me!" she continued role playing. I smiled. China stood up, and suddenly hugged me.

" Mi tomate!" she said in a joke like voice. I pushed her off me.

" Hey, I know you like Spamano, but if you remember, I'm Russia and you're China!" I said, slightly more stern sounding than I wanted it to sound. " And I'm not your tomato. I'm not a fruit. I am a person."

China giggled. I smiled as well. Then I had a strange thought.

"China, would you be French to me if I were really Romano and you were really Spain?" I asked cautiously. She shrugged.

"Maybe."

Then the bell went to tell us to ' heave our butts over to lessons '. I stood up, picked up my bag and went to maths after saying bye to China. This was going to be a normal lesson, then I was going to go home with my big sister, whom we call Prussia, everything just like normal...

I couldn't have been more wrong.

* French is our word for kissing, having sex, licking, ect. :3 *

Middle of maths lesson. I sit in the back row, só I can't see anyting on the board. And the problem is that we have to copy a lot of things. I've told my mum lots of times that I need glasses. She says 'ok', but never does anything about it. How can I survive a whole school year having to copy from the person sitting next to me? Expecially is she had such messy handwriting? I'm annoyingly shortsighted. I kol quietly to myself, a thing I stole off Russia. I don't care about thinking about how you could find the area of a circle! I just didn't want to be laughed at by the class for not finishing writing on time again! Kol kol kol kol kol kol... Nah... кол кол кол кол кол... That's better. I glanced at the clock. Half an hour left. Just half...

Our maths teacher came up to my desk.

"Excuse me, young man, but are you supposed to be here?" he asked. I got confused. He couldn't have been talking to any of the students: this was a girls school! I just carried on writing, until he put a hand on my shoulder.

"Well?" He sounded rather strict, só I looked up at him. He was looking straight at me.

" I am in 7A, só I am meant to be here with the rest of my class, sir." I said.

He looked suprised to hear that answer from me.

"Oh really?" He gestured me to get up. " Please come with me to Mr Rosen's office."

I stood up and followed him out of the classroom, to the bottom of the Tower block and into a place of the school that I've never been in before. I was worried. Our maths teacher knew me! He wouldn't just take me here for no reason! I looked around nerveously while my teacher went in to inform Mr Rosen that I'm waiting for him out here. When he came out again, I could see a slight anger blush on his face.

"Wait here, lad. And have a good think at why you're here. Mr Rosen will need an explanation." he said. That made me very uncomfortable. Why was he addressing me as a male? And why was he só angry?

Maybe...

I looked around for a mirror or some glass, and noticed a window. I walked over to it, and looked into it, trying to make out my reflection. Huh? Whaaa? No, this couldn't be right! I had Romano's reflection! I was Romano! I let out a scream and fell over in suprize.

'I am Romano!' I thought in a panic, breathing unevenly.

Mr Rosen ran out of his office, looking rather anxious.

"What is going on?" he questioned. "Who are you?" I could hardly hear him. Crazy! Crazy, crazy life!

" I am Romano!" I thought out loud. Mr Rosen must've thought that I was answering his question.

" Okay then. Romano, what are you doing here? As well as I remember, we don't have any students on exchange right now! This is a girls school!" He sounded very strict. I suddenly understood how funny this whole situation was, só I burst out laughing. I felt Mr Rosen put a hand on my head.

" Romano, this is serious. Do you have a phone to ring your parents?" I just continued laughing. Romano, here, in a girls school! That must be rather funny from a strangers point of view!

I stopped laughing when I felt Mr Rosen pull my hair upwards. I opened my eyes, but could hardly see anything because my eyes had started watering.

" Ow! Tsu..." I moaned quietly as I tried to break free of Mr Rosens grip, but he would not let go.

" Maybe the mad home will be able to deal with you." he said, and I could hear that he was serious.

" What? No, I'm a normal person... Was at least!" I said in defence.

" Proves my point exactly." the headmaster said. The next thing that I remember is something hitting my head very hard and blacking out.

I woke up in some strange room. It was like one of those jail cells. I rubbed my throbbing head. I didn't remember anything apart from blacking out. I sat up and looked round. There was another person sitting in a corner, hunched up, looking like they were crying. I got myself to crawl over to them. I leant against to wall as well.

" Ca va?" I asked weakly. I asked it in french because it was shorter to say. I felt as though I would faint at any moment.

" Not good." The person replied. I put my arms around my knees. Where was I? Why did my mind feel só empty?

The person looked up at me. His eyes were dim with some sort of despair. Somehow, though, somehow those eyes looked familiar.

" Where are we..." he said, rather than asked.

" I don't know. But I would like to." I replied to his statement-like question. I thought for a bit.

" Who are you?" I asked after a bit.

" Me? I think I know, but I'm not sure..." he replied. Weird. I felt like that as well.

" Me too. I feel like I'm supposed to know, but..." I had a sudden burst of memories stream into my head. Mr Rosen... China... Romano... Spain...

" You're Spain?" I asked rather awkwardly.

" You're Romano?" he asked me. Romano... Russia... Spain... China...

" You're not Spain. You're China."

" You're not Romano. You're Russia."

I smiled. China seemed happier as well.

" Where are we anyways?" I asked. China shrugged – who cares? China and I were both here. Safe and sound. That was everything I needed to fullfil my happiness.

Then the door opened, só suddenly that I fell onto China by accident. I am probably the only peson that could fall from the position that I was in. My head ended up on China's legs, só for a moment I looked up at her, then she pushed me off.

" I'm not trying to be Spamano!" I hissed angrily at her, then turned to see who had come in.

It was some America cosplayer.

" Huh?" I breathed. The cosplayer came up to us.

" We are holding a giant Hetalia party because we've found the first Hetalia characters! You!" he announced. " You are to be there in five minutes!" he added, throwing us exact copies of Spain and Romano's clothes. " You two look só stupid in that school uniform!" he said, pointing out the fact that Spain was wearing a skirt and I was wearing rather scruffy uniform ( they used to belong to Prussia). Wearing scruffy uniform might not be that bad. But a skirt...

As soon as the cosplayer left I turned to China, who was blushing deeply.

" Just change your clothes." I said, then I went to the other side of the room and started changing.

I looked up at China. She was looking at me and going even redder.

" Stop staring!" I said to her, going red myself. But she didn't. She watched me change all the way through. I was rather red when I finished changing. I came up to her, and I could swear that she was muttering ' só cute... só cute...'

" China! Stop it and change already!" I said, hoping that she won't take it the wrong way. She blinked. I sighed.

" I'm not trying to be French here, you know. But if you look like Spain, might as well wear his clothes." That seemed to do it.

When we were both changed, we were blushing madly.

" Changing within each others view is weird." I admitted, sitting down again.

" Yeah. You can say that again." China said.

Just then the door opened and the very same America cosplayer came in.

" Come on guys! Time to get you out of here!" he said, grabbing mine and China's arms. He pulled us out of the room and down some corridors. We were walking down a corridor when we suddenly

turned left, through the opened door to a room. It was suprisingly big, but what suprised me most was that there was probably a thousand cosplayers in there, enjoying themselves greatly, it seemed.

" Got them two." the America saluted to a girl who was dressed like Germany. The Germany walked up and pretended to inspect me and China. When she'd finished she nodded happily.

"They're all yours!" she annonced to the ( what seemed like ) waiting crowd.

Huh?

What?

' They're all yours? '

Oh Gott.

The crowd seemed to have it planned out, because they all started doing it at the same time, in the most perfect synch imaginable. ' What? ', you may ask? Well... They all started chanting. What did they chant?

" KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!" the chant was deafening me. Not really, but it seemed like it. It was hard to think. I finally managed to concetrate on what they were saying.

Kiss? No! Not in a million years!..

I felt someone grab my head. I didn't see who it was – they grabbed me from behind.

" Dammit!" I muttered, just for a second realising how much like Romano that sounded. The person, whoever it was, tilted my head upwards slightly. I felt someone eles pinch the back of my neck. That made me fall over onto my back, with my head still being held. I closed my eyes, wishing this to be a dream, pain searing through me. I felt something fall on top of me, só I opened my eyes a bit to see what it was. China. I shut my eyes again. If something French was about to happen, then I didn't want to see it. China seems to have been thinking rather differently. He continued struggling.

"Give up." I whispered, só no one eles would hear. I could feel his body untensed on top of mine. We must've looked like we were having sex, because I heard some fangirly giggles go around the room. I felt my face heat up for the second time that day. It was more quiet now, but the crowd was still exchanging whispers and occasional giggles. I felt my head be pushed up a bit. I closed my eyes even tighter, and mentally braced myself. I felt China's – Spain's – lips touch my own. I was indescribably hot in the face at that point. I was kissing my best friend. Mein Gott! The person pushed my head further up. The kiss became harder. The whole room was silent. A strong feeling of guilt passed through me, but I didn't fight against the kiss anyways. That would just bring trouble, and I knew that, if anyone.

I don't know how long this kiss lasted, but if it was a 'french kiss', as they call them, I would've probably died of embarassment. I was só glad when it was finally over.

There was an awkward silence for a moment. Then all the cosplayers started cheering, very loudly. I pushed Spain off me.

"Shut up, dammit!" I muttered, wiping my mouth with my sleeve. They were all such idiots! Making us kiss each other!

…

But I guess it all can't be that bad. I mean, life still continues, right?

I looked at China.

"Sorry." I whispered as the cheers died down.