Hey random people who actually read my stories. I'm going to write this story as a secondary project next to Alluring Secret, since I'm really in the mood for writing about Gakuen Hetalia and my new character *drum roll* Arcadia! Warning though, I'll switch from different countries perspectives a little bit, but I'll tell you who's perspective it is. So here ya people go!
Arcadia's POV
Adalina Piperca, also known as the personification of Arcadia, was clutching a piece of paper that told her of where her classes were located and had a map on the back. Apparently whoever made the map though, made some pretty big errors, and now she was hopelessly lost in a random rose garden, flourishing with all sorts of vibrant colors. What a wonderful way to begin her first day at the World Academy W.
She looked around and let out a sigh of annoyance. Not that she really minded the flowers part, she was just frustrated that she couldn't find the school building. When Arcadia moved, her knee length, red plaid suspender dress caught onto one of the thorns of a stray rose and almost ripped it. Arcadia grumbled a curse under her breath (the magical kind, though it had no effect) and she rolled up her white blouse sleeves and unhooked it.
For the 50th time, Arcadia tried to remember why she had even enrolled into this school in the first place. She wasn't even a real country anymore and she should have faded a long time ago. Plus, she had the appearance of a twelve-year old child, which she knew would give other countries a major mind fuck if they saw her prance into their classroom. Then she remembered.
FLASHBACK-
"Aww, come on Ada! It'll be, like, totally awesome if you came to school with us!" Poland pestered, poking the girl on the cheek as she tried to read her novel Wicked in the warm afternoon sun of Warsaw. A slight breeze passed by which made the female nation's gray and blue striped t-shirt and Poland's pink miniskirt ruffle slightly.
Arcadia sighed and gave Poland a look of annoyance. She hated it when people interrupted her when she was reading. "For the last time Poland, I can not go to that school. I'm not even a country anymore." The girl informed her adoptive brother. The Baltic's, Poland, and earlier Russia and his sisters, were leaving to the World Academy W in two days for the new term, and they were all trying to convince her to enroll. Actually Belarus wanted the young nation to go so bad she actually started chanting enroll, enroll, enroll, when Arcadia was getting ready for bed the night before.
Poland pouted, which Arcadia secretly though looked positively adorable, but she ignored that fact.
Her biological brother, Lithuania and the Baltic's were pretending not to listen in on their conversation, but Arcadia knew they were.
"But Ada! It's like totally awesome there! We've got a lot of flower garden's there, a swimming pool, a stable for horses-" Poland began to rant again, but Arcadia cut him off.
"I'm not going there Poland, and that's final." She said and resumed reading her book.
Lithuania couldn't contain himself anymore and he walked over to his sister. "Arcadia, it would be good if you went to school with us. You've always been closed off when it came to other countries other than Poland and the Old Soviet union, and you've never really conversed with anyone." Lithuania told her, switching to Big Brother Mode.
"Yeah! It's really fun there! And every week in Cultural class, one of the other countries get to make a big speech and tell us everything about themselves and their culture." Estonia chimed in, his blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
Arcadia admitted to herself that it sounded pretty interesting, but her pride didn't allow her to back down just yet. "Yes, but you've forgotten one crucial fact Estonia. I'm still not a country." Arcadia pointed out.
"That shouldn't be a big problem," Latvia assured his friend, eager for her to go to school with them, "Mr. Prussia isn't a country and he's enrolled!"
Arcadia's interested expression changed to one of disgust. "Ugh, Teutonic is there? I'm definitely not going then." She said and her eyes drifted back toward her book. Lithuania, Poland, and Estonia each shot Latvia a glare, and the poor trembling nation flinched, and began to stutter, "T-t-there's also a-a-a Black M-magic club."
Arcadia's eyes shot upward and she narrowed her eyes at Latvia. "I'm listening…"
END OF FLASHBACK-
She sighed once more and shook her head and peered at the scenery around her. She should just retrace her steps and she would be able to get out of here. Arcadia began to walk around again, but she paused. Where did she come from again? Crap.
As the country of witchcraft looked around bleakly, she heard a males voice come from behind her.
"Ohonhonhon~ what do we have here?" Arcadia spun around and came face to face with a tall, seemingly middle-aged man with wavy blonde hair, goatee and blue eyes. The newcomer was wearing the typical World Academy uniform: A white dress shirt and black tie tucked under a beige sweater vest and a royal purple jacket with the school crest over his right breast pocket as well as purple plaid pants.
"Are you a student here, mademoiselle?" The man asked Arcadia.
The man smiled strangely at Arcadia and she felt a sudden change in atmosphere and she stepped back suspiciously.
"Yes, I am. I got lost though, so can you please direct me to the main school building?" She asked the man cautiously. The aura surrounding this man was disturbing and she wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.
"Of course! I shall walk you there, non?" He said and put his hand on her shoulder and began to guide her through the maze of roses.
Throughout the walk, the man started asking Arcadia questions.
"So, is this your first year hear, young lady?"
"Yes."
"What are your names?"
"My human name is Adalina Piperca."
"What a beautiful name! What is your country name?"
"Arcadia."
The man was silent for a couple of moments, and he continued with the trivia.
"That's very nice." The man finally said. "My human name is Francis Bonnefoy, and my country name is France."
France. France. Arcadia though she heard that name somewhere before. Was it about the bloodbath that Russia mentioned happening at Christmas? Whatever happened at the bloodbath, that is.
After a couple of minutes the school building finally came into view. Arcadia turned to France to thank him, but then he darted out and grabbed her wrist pinning her against the wall.
Arcadia was to shocked to say anything at first, but when she finally came to her senses, she felt anger begin to boil up in her blood. "What the hell do you think your doing?" She growled at the Frenchman.
France grinned creepily at her. "What are you talking about mademoiselle? This is always how I greet newcomers." He purred silkily and began to reach for her shirt.
Rage reached it's boiling point and Arcadia reacted how all girl's react to surprise molestations: she kicked him in the groin really hard.
France let out a yelp, much like a Chihuahua to Arcadia's satisfaction, and immediately released her. Arcadia glared at him before snarling, "Don't mess with me unless you want the Old Soviet Union up your ass." And then she stalked away to find the Europe homeroom.
Belarus's POV
Belarus was sitting down in the Europe class homeroom sharpening her knives. She felt irritation at the classroom's noisiness. Belarus didn't understand why there were only five homerooms for five of the seven continents. It made some of the classroom's impossibly crowded and loud as it was now. The noise greatly pissed Belarus off and she was tempted to test out her knives on all her classmates, especially Italy and Poland who were talking enthusiastically about some nonsense, but she couldn't or else she should get kicked out of the school and away from her soon-to-be-her-fiancé brother, Russia. And Arcadia who she got along with pretty well. Speaking of which where was her little friend?
Belarus scanned the classroom for any signs of the young nation, but she could not find her. Belarus remembered that when she heard that Arcadia caved into their pestering, she would go on the condition of traveling alone. Arcadia had told Belarus that she wanted to travel alone because the Baltic's and Poland's plane was completely full and she refused to try out Poland's suggestion of going with the cargo.
The palomino blonde nation abruptly stood up and started towards the door that led to the hallway. Best to make sure that she got to the academy safely. Belarus would gladly shred anyone who tried to mess with her friend.
The lady professor who was struggling to quiet the class glanced up at Belarus who was heading towards the door. "Miss Belarus, where are you going?"
Belarus stopped and glowered at the teacher who flinched and shrank under her gaze.
"I'm getting the little girl." She said and walked out of the classroom. Almost immediately she bumped into Arcadia.
Arcadia face looked dark and fairly pissed off at something, but her expression changed to a more pleasant one when she saw Belarus.
"Bela, it's nice to finally see someone who isn't creepy." The girl said relieved, and Belarus eyebrows arched. People always gossiped about how she and her brother Russia were creepy people, but Ukraine and Arcadia were some of the only people who didn't think so.
"What do you mean by that Ada?" Belarus asked with slit eyes and a small frown. Like she said earlier, she is ready to knife anyone who bothered the little former country.
Arcadia saw the look in Belarus's eyes and she grinned. "Don't worry Bela, it's nothing I can't handle, it was just some perverted blonde guy."
Belarus looked disgusted. "You mean France?"
Arcadia nodded.
"I'll still add him to my death list." She said and beckoned for her to follow her. "Come now, homeroom is going to start soon." The two girls walked down the corridor and into the classroom.
The once noisy classroom immediately quieted down when they all saw Arcadia. Belarus thought they were probably stunned to see a twelve-year old looking girl in their classroom. Well aside from Latvia, but they all knew that he was short because Russia pushed down on his head too much.
Belarus sat down in her assigned seat between her big breasted sister Ukraine and Lithuania- the idiot.
The professor smiled at Arcadia reassuringly, who was looking quite uncomfortable at all the stares.
"Okay miss, please come up to the front of the room and tell us about yourself and where you are located on the map." The teacher instructed Arcadia and gestured to a large map of Europe that was at the front of the room on top of the chalk board.
Arcadia shuffled to the front of the room and her nervous eyes met with Belarus's. Belarus gave her a thumbs up and Arcadia stood up straighter and took a deep breath.
"I am Arcadia, I used to be the country of Witchcraft and I am Russian territory." Arcadia introduced herself. The classes excited buzzing turned to a pitiful one when Arcadia said that she was Russian territory. Belarus felt a flash of anger and started to reach for one of her knives, when Ukraine shot her a pleading look. Belarus scowled and returned her attention to Arcadia.
"I am located here and this is my first year at the World Academy W, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance." Arcadia said and finished her short speech diplomatically, while pointing to the small strip of land tucked between Lithuania and Poland.
The teacher nodded in approval. "Okay now class, does anyone have any questions for Miss Arcadia?" Their teacher asked and everyone started asking questions all at once.
"Why do you look like your twelve?"
"Is your military powerful?"
"Do you like pasta?"
"Do you like yaoi?"
"What does your flag look like?"
"Quiet! Raise your hands if you wish to ask a question" The teacher barked and the classroom fell silent. A man raised his hand and the teacher nodded at him to go.
"Okay Arcadia, do you still chase out every country you see walk into your territory at scythe-point?" The man asked leisurely. Belarus felt anger begin to bubble back, but Arcadia merely smirked at him.
"Good to see you here Teutonic. If you really are interested in knowing, I do indeed still chase out certain countries when they enter my land without permission, but I do it at gunpoint now." Arcadia said sweetly to Prussia, and the classes mood once again changed from pity to horror.
The professor looked slightly unnerved but she shook it off. "Er, yes Arcadia, will you please sit in the empty seat between Lithuania and Poland? We divide the seating arrangements by geographical locations" She said and Arcadia nodded politely and sat next to her brother.
"Okay class, now for roll call, Russia are you here?….."
Arcadia's POV
Honestly, Arcadia found homeroom to be quite boring. All they did in their was take roll call and talk. The talking part would have been okay if anyone would actually try to talk to her. Apparently her true story of defense seemed to freak everyone out and now no one would talk to her. She had the Old Soviet Union to talk to of course, but they were all talking to someone else and Arcadia didn't want to be rude and butt in on their conversations.
Arcadia yawned and put her head on her desk and felt her eyes droop. One would think that it would be impossible to sleep through the amount of noise, but Arcadia was a pretty heavy sleeper (so was this other guy who had wavy brown hair and he was snoring cats).
Right when she was about to fall asleep, she saw the teacher with a girl who looked only a few years older than Arcadia walk up to her.
"Miss Arcadia, this is Miss Liechtenstein. I have checked your schedule and she has the most classes with you so she will guide you around the school." The professor said with a smile and returned to her desk, rather hurriedly.
Arcadia studied the girl called Liechtenstein. She had pretty straight blonde hair that can down to her chin with an indigo ribbon fastened to the left side of her head and shy green eyes. Liechtenstein was wearing the most common version of the girl's uniform at the World Academy that was practically the same as the males uniform except the purple plaid slacks were replaced with a red plaid skirt.
"H-hello Miss Arcadia." Liechtenstein stammered shyly. "Like Mrs. Sekai said I will be your guide." Arcadia nodded, and Liechtenstein went on.
"At the World Academy W we have our schedules arranged so that you have at least one class with every country at the school, as well as some of America's states." Arcadia blinked in confusion.
"States are allowed here? How did they come to exist? And I thought only countries had personas." Arcadia said baffled. Liechtenstein nodded. "Why? They're not real countries, and speaking of which, why are ex-countries allowed here?"
"The school has to have a certain number of students so it doesn't close down." Liechtenstein explained. "As for States, they are born when a civil war in a country breaks out, so the country itself doesn't have to split into two personas."
Arcadia nodded understanding. "I see. So what classes do we have together?" Arcadia asked changing the subject.
"We have the same classes from homeroom through 5th period." She responded, "which means we have, economy, trade, culture, cooking class, and an art elective with each other."
Arcadia nodded and smiled at Liechtenstein. "Very well. I am very pleased to become your acquaintance, Liechtenstein." She said kindly and the bell rang.
"I've had some difficulties with the map, so will you help me find my classes?" Arcadia asked and showed Liechtenstein the map.
"Um, Miss Arcadia?"
"Yes?"
"You were holding the map upside down."
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The two girl's managed to go to all of their classes on time (though they narrowly escaped cooking class when a country called England's scones caught on fire), and they were in their last class together, the art elective.
The teacher of the class, Mr. Palette, assigned everyone to a partner to paint a specific scenery so they could see what first came to mind when they think of something and present it to the class when time got called.
Liechtenstein got assigned to have another country she assumed was female named China as her partner, while Arcadia had to wait until everyone else was assigned to a partner because she was a 'newbie' as the teacher had called her.
"Okay Arcadia, you will be partnered up with Italy." Mr. Palette said and gestured to a man with auburn hair and a hair curl sticking out on the right side of his head. Italy looked terrified to be partnered up with 'fire-friendly' Arcadia, as Teutonic started calling her, but Italy shakily walked over and sat down next to her.
Mr. Palette began assigning groups different sceneries and when he got to Arcadia and Italy's group, he gave them the task to paint a meadow, which brought back horrible memories Arcadia had and tried to keep hidden.
"Uh, do we have to draw a meadow?" The Witchcraft nation asked nervously, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
Mr. Palette sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes Miss Arcadia, you have to. And you have to paint the first image of a meadow that comes to mind." He said and assigned the next group a desert.
Arcadia felt the color drain from her face and she shakily got a paintbrush and began to paint. Arcadia was actually an amazing artist, but she hated meadows from the bottom of her heart. They made her remember that day…
She shook her head and half-heartedly began to paint, as she hear her partner Italy chat happily with another country called Germany who sat next to him.
After about half an hour Arcadia finished her painting and she snuck a glance at Italy's. It was breathtakingly beautiful. It was a picture of a lush green meadow with patches of flowers flecked throughout the canvas, the colors blending beautifully.
Italy noticed her looking and he paled, but he managed a little cute laugh. "V-Vee, do you like it, Arcadia?" Arcadia nodded. "Do you mind if I look at yours then?" Italy asked and began to turn his head towards her artwork.
Arcadia quickly threw a random white sheet over the canvas. "You'll see it when I present it to the class she said dryly, making the Italian wince.
The teacher called time and called up groups to display their artwork. Liechtenstein and China painted amazing pictures coniferous mountain, and Germany and Sweden painted some okay pictures of the desert.
When it was Italy's and Arcadia's turn, Arcadia kept the actual painting facing her while she let Italy show the class his painting. Everyone thought it was brilliant and they all complimented Italy on a job well done. Arcadia sighed inwardly in dread of what everyone's reaction of would be towards her painting, but she let the white sheet fall and she turned the face of the painting towards the body of students.
Everyone let out a collective gasp when they saw Arcadia's painting. It was a gruesome image of a meadow on fire littered mercilessly with decay. In the distance of the painting, crosses with figures on them were being burned to death as the sky turned gray from the large amount of ashes.
Mr. Palette looked speechless. "Wh- how- Arcadia why did you draw something so horrible!" He finally said looking at the new student in shock.
Arcadia regarded him with a cold expression. "You said to paint the first image of what came to mind." She said flatly.
"This- where did you see something like this?" The teacher cried.
"War. Not against any countries mind you. It was an internal conflict." Arcadia said and the bell rang and she began to make her way out the door.
"But I just want to say this: I sure as hell better get an 'A'"
Hungary's POV
The Europe class representative leaned backwards in her chair and yawned. Economy class was so tiresome!
Hungary glanced out the door, that led to the hallway and she saw the new student that enrolled there storm down the hall, looking very angry. Hungary frowned. What got on her nerves on her first day? Look's like she'll just have to ask.
Hungary got up and gathered her belongings and shoved them into her briefcase-like backpack and started out the door. She tucked her backpack under arm and started to jog to reach the twelve-year old nation.
"Arcadia!" Hungary called to the girl. Arcadia turned around with a now tired expression. "Yes?"
"You looked kind of upset about something. What's wrong?"
Arcadia sighed. "Nothing"
Nothing… Yeah right… Hungary thought. Arcadia still looked kind of gloomy. Maybe if she introduced her some of the clubs girl's she would feel better…
"Hey Arcadia, tell you what, if you come to my club meeting after school today, I can introduce you to some people." Hungary offered Arcadia.
Arcadia blinked and hesitated, and Hungary decided to add, "Belarus and Liechtenstein are in the club, so everyone won't be total strangers."
"Um, what does the club do?" Arcadia asked the taller nation.
"Oh! Basically it's just a social thing for all the girl nations and states, since the majority of countries and states are male. It's called Ladies United Nations, LUN for short." Hungary told the little girl.
"Okay… I'll try it out, but I have two questions to ask." Arcadia said.
"Okay!"
"First, are we allowed to join more than one clubs?"
"Of Course! I'm assuming since you're the country of witchcraft you wanted to join the Black Magic Club?"
Arcadia nodded, "Second question, what was your name?"
Hungary blinked. "Oh crap, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Hungary, Europe classes representative." She said.
Arcadia smiled at Hungary kindly. "Well it's been a pleasure meeting you Hungary. I hope to become better acquainted with you in the future." Arcadia said and walked to her last class of the day.
I don't know what the hell this is, but it's long! /shot/ Well anyway Arcadia's acting kind of PMS, probably a result of writing in Romano's point of view in Alluring Secret, but I did say on my profile that she was bipolar! Oh well, see you all later!