EDIT OF THE ORIGINAL
I recently read through this and, quite frankly, it sucked. So I've decided to "tweak" it a bit and improve. As an aspiring writer it's good practise, that's why I write fanfiction. Anyway, quick disclaimer: I did not invent these characters. Lyra is loosely based on a good friend of mine, and Dena is based on me. Also, this fanfic was named by "Lyra", because I wrote it for her.
Changing Tides
Don't you just hate it when your laptop won't load?
"Goddammit," Dena swore as she clicked "Refresh" repeatedly. "Why won't the damn thing load?"
"If you keep clicking it will never load," Lyra sighed.
"Stupid slow connection, I wanna watch Hetalia." Dena sighed impatiently, but stopped clicking like she was told.
"I know you do, but leave it a while to load." Lyra started to get up. "Let it load, we'll go get the Angel Delight from the fridge while we wait."
Dena got up and followed Lyra down thr stairs and into the kitchen. The good thing about sleeping around Lyra's house was that her parents kept the fridge well stocked.
"Who's your favourite pairing?" Lyra asked as she opened the fridge.
"I don't know, maybe Russia and England?" Dena shrugged "No, Russia X Canada is just adorable. How 'bout you?"
"Hungary and Prussia! Duh!" Lyra grinned as she got the angel delight from the fridge and brought two bowls out of the cupboard. "Can you get two spoons from the drawer there?"
She indicated a drawer by the oven and Dena went over to it. She opened the drawer and produced two tea spoons.
"Come on then" Lyra smiled and carried the bowls of angel delight out of the room with Dena and the spoons not far behind. Before they went into Lyra's room, she handed the bowls to Dena and took a detour to the bathroom.
Dena sat on the bed and sat in front of the laptop she had brought over from her house. She touched the mousepad a couple times to turn off standby. The episode still hadn't loaded.
"For God's sakes, the episode's only five minutes long," Dena grumbled to herself, raising her eyesbrows slightly at a tiny ad on the screen.
A little ad had popped up in the corner of the screen. 'EXPERIENCE HETALIA WITH JUST ONE CLICK' it said.
"Can't hurt" Dena shrugged, she looked up as Lyra re-entered the room.
Dena clicked on the pop up. Nothing happened.
"Oh, well that-"
A huge storm cloud thundered outside, as if it wanted the setting to be cheesy. Rain poured down and a light shone from the laptop screen. A pair of hands reached out of the screen and grabbed the two girls. They screamed as they were pulled through into the computer.
Suddenly, Dena was falling. She descended through the sky at a sickening speed. She screamed as she fell. And screamed even more when she looked down and a wave of Vertigo took over. And then it stopped.
She no longer knew where she was. She was in darkness. Then she realised that was because her eyes were closed. She opened them and found herself in a bed. It wasn't one she recognised.
She sat up and studied the room she was in. It was big and filled with lavish furniture she could only dream of one day owning. There was a huge bookcase at the far end of the room, but they were written in symbols.
After she'd removed herself from the four-poster-bed and inspected them closer, she recognised the symbols as Russian. Although she'd been attempting to learn Russian online for the past few months, she couldn't interpret any of the words.
She looked down at herself. Surely, if she'd indeed gone to bed of her own accord, wouldn't she have put on pyjamas, instead of the long beige coat? And why was she wearing a scarf?
Lyra had undergone a similar sensation to Dena, except she had been falling over an entirely different country to her friend. Her dreams didn't allow her to regain consciousness, at first. They clung to her with the horror of falling through the air with a sense of helplessness for a moment longer. So that, when Lyra woke, she shot up in fear.
She then went through the same confusion that Dena had experienced. She was in a small bedroom with clothes strewn over the floor. She surveyed her surroundings confusedly. The queen-sized bed was something entirely different to the memory foam bunkbed she shared with her little sister back at home.
Carefully, she lifted herself out of the bed and retrieved her clothes from the floor. Of course, they didn't actually belong to her, but they were the only female clothes in the room, so she assumed she was supposed to wear them.
Before leaving, she looked back at the room, but caught sight of her reflection in a mirror hanging in the en suite next door. She stepped through and switched on the mini light above the mirror.
She was met by a twenty-something woman with dark flowing hair and bright green eyes, and a loose flower pin in her hair. Carefully, she reached up and secured it back into place, keeping her stunned eyes locked on where her own should be.
First chapter complete.