Hello~ This is my first fanfiction. I just wanted to say thank you for looking at my story. I appreciate it.
I do not own Hetalia or any copyrights, or something like that. EXCEPT THIS STORY. I BASED SOME OTHER FANFICTIONS OFF OF IT, BUT OTHER THAN THAT, IT'S ALL MY WORDS. Btw, here's a link of the characters. This is what they look like; .com/?qh=§ion=&q=hetalia+oc+california#/d266i6b -That one is Jenna. She represents the state of California in America.
.com/art/Commission-APH-Paris-187817986?q=sort%3Atime%20gallery%3Aharumidnight&qo=58 - This one is Bianca. She represents Paris, in France. It's France's capitol. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come on already! Like, seriously, you're as slow as cold molasses!"
"S-sorry…," Bianca said, running to Jenna. Jenna stopped, so she could catch up. "You really should exercise more. I don't really understand how you're so skinny and yet you never gain weight. Weird…"
Bianca chuckled. "W-w-w-w-w….," She stopped. Think. Say it clearly. "W-well, I have a high metabolism." She finished, feeling accomplished. Jenna snickered. "You still didn't get over your stutter? That was incredible! How many times did you try to say the word 'well'?"
Bianca blushed. She twirled her blonde hair with her finger. It was a nervous habit of hers. She had annoying nervous habits. Like, when she was nervous (like she is now) she would say 'Nyo'. It was more like a nervous tick. Some people might consider it cute, but to her it was just IRRITATING.
Jenna sighed. "Let's get going, okay? I want to make it there so I can see how many cute guys there are!" she exclaimed, winking. Bianca nodded and followed Jenna into the huge school.
The World Academy. It only accepted the best of the best. It chose one representative from each country to attend. As the two friends walked in, Bianca pondered how Jenna managed to get in at all. Maybe she had some important connections? Or maybe she was smarter than she looked.
"Wow! So fancy~! California wasn't nearly as nice as this!" Jenna remarked, taking a look around the school. Bianca shrugged….
Wait.
She did a double-intake of her surroundings. "Woah…This place is really huge…" But Jenna didn't hear. Instead, she ran up to the first person she recognized.
"America! Omg, like, hey!" She squealed. Bianca walked over, instantly recognizing him. I want to pull on his ahoge…
Jenna looked over to her friend. Bianca was staring at his head. America was grinning at Jenna, finally turning to look at Bianca. "Hey there! I'm America, the Hero!" America stated. "Uh…Who're you?"
Bianca finally snapped out of it. "B-b-b-b-," She started. "Bianca. My n-name is Bianca." She managed to say it without stuttering about 20 times. She felt super proud. She even offered him a smile. At first he was confused by the major stutter, but seeing her smile made him smile too. "Oh! Hey! Did you guys sign in at the front desk yet?" America asked Jenna, since they were close friends. "No. Do we have to? That's a lot of work and effort." America grinned at the two girls. "If you want rooms to sleep in, you better go sign in." he scoffed. "Unless you want to sleep on the ground outside. At night. Alone."
After signing up at the front desk, the two girls parted from their newly-found friend America. They headed up to their room.
"How weird was it that we just so happened to get a room toghther?" Jenna marveled. "Our last names don't end with the same letter…Oh! I know. Maybe it's because they recognized our friendship was so strong that they just HAD to put us together. The world may never know~"
Bianca knew the real reason why they ended up together. It was probably because they had no other people to put them with. Once the two friends went up to their room, which they knew was theirs since the key they got from the front desk had the same number as the door, Bianca pulled out the room key and put it in the lock. She gave it a quick turn to the right. The door opened. Jenna raced in dropping her suitcases, which they had brought in with them, outside the door. Bianca sighed, picking up both their suitcases and heading in. It was nice, and comfortable. It looked like a hotel. Not like anything in Paris of course~
"Nyo…Nyonyonyonyonyonyo~!" she laughed out loud. She quickly stopped, hating the sound of her laugh. It was so weird! Curse France, for making her inherit his perverted laughter.
Wait a second.
Speaking of pervert laughter…Was that…FRANCE? With SPAIN? Oh no…Bianca's face flushed. France is coming… She hadn't seen France in over 10 years….Last time she saw him was when she was 5. "J-j-j-j-Jenna!" she yelled. Jenna came rushing out of what appeared to be the bathroom. She was zipping up her pants. Gross….She must've not washed her hands… "F-France is coming! Please help me hide. I don't want him to see me. He'll probably talk about how much I've grown. And not the normal way either! Please help!"
Jenna nodded, ushering her into a different room. Bianca could hear France's laughter growing louder. The room was obviously Jenna's new bedroom. Where's mine…? Bianca hid in the closet, slowing down her breathing. Jenna went back out to the entrance of the dorm room just as France and Spain burst in.
"Mon chéri! Where are you? I know you're here~ I want to see what you look like! You were so small back then. You must've matured into a young teenager on the verge of woman ship!" He laughed, looking into all the room, while Spain sat in the kitchen, looking to see if there were any tomatoes.
Jenna quickly sat on her bed and adjusted herself. She then pulled out her phone, and started tapping on the keys, pretending she was texting someone. France burst into the room, expecting to see his cute little French friend, instead finding an American. She's still cute~ "Where's Bianca? I heard she was coming today~ This is true, no?"
Jenna looked up, a little nervous. She'd never talked to a French person before. Their accents are so weird...I like it. "She's not here right now. Sorry. Come back later." She lied. Unfortunately France saw through her bluffs. He sighed. "It's so like her to hide from me. Mm... I wonder where she is~?" he said, inching closer to the closet. Bianca waited for him to find her. But he never opened the closet. Instead, he turned on his heel and waved to Jenna. "Well see you! Tell me when she's ready to see me."
Jenna quickly nodded. But she noticed something strange—he didn't move from his spot. What is he doing? Then she knew. He was tricking Bianca to come out! Jenna couldn't warn Bianca because he was sitting there, staring at the closet…Maybe Bianca wouldn't come out thinking he was gone. Maybe she would stay—Uh oh. Here she come. She's opening it!
Bianca stood up and adjusted her skirt (they'd gotten uniforms from the front desk). She looked up and saw France, staring at her with unbelieving eyes. "You…You're Paris, right? Bianca?" He asked, tilting his head, his blonde hair shifting slightly.
"Y-yes…"
France immediately came over and hugged her. Ugh. Bianca was horrified. Spain came into the doorway, his bright green eyes staring. He started laughing. "Mi Dios! She looks really uncomfortable. France, calm down!" France hopped off of Bianca. He was grinning. "It's been too long! You've probably already gone through puberty~ Too bad I missed it."
Bianca blushed. "F-f-f-f-f-f," she started. Damn my stutter. France tilted his head. "Yes, mon chéri?"
"FUCK OFF!"
How did you like it? Any tips? Pointers? Help? PLEASE? Anyway, yeah. Here are the translations.
Mon chéri- My darling
Mi dios- My God
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