Author's Note:

Hello! This is Cait… I would just like to say a big THANK YOU! to everyone reading this fic. This is my first ever fanfiction, and I have been planning for this for a while already. This fanfiction contains OCs, and contains Hetalia, Gakuen Hetalia and Continentalia (What is Continentalia? You'll see…) and also a special surprise…

Anyways, before anyone gets confused, this is my take on the Hetalia otome/adventure type game Gakuen Hetalia. It sort of a Reader X (Insert Country name) and OC X (Insert Country name) mixed together, but don't worry, it is mainly focused on the adventure part, and I won't bombard you with an overdose of romance.

This fanfiction may seem a little confusing at first, but please bear with me. I will explain (almost) everything within a few chapters…

Disclaimer: Only the OC belongs to me. Hetalia and its respective characters do not.

Frozen Dreams

Prologue

(3rd Person Narration….)

Antarctica sat up suddenly, sweat beads forming on her light coloured hair. Her eyes were wide with fear and she breathed heavily. Calm down…she murmured to herself, taking deep breathes and closing her eyes, then flopping down to her sleeping bag once again. There had been a dream…a nightmare would be more accurate. However, from past experiences, Antarctica knew better than to ignore her dreams. Now…what was it about again?

The water dripped from the ceiling of her makeshift home, a cave that is set in this ice, with a passageway too narrow for any non-human to pass through. She concentrated harder and suddenly it came back to her at once.

Antarctica's dreams had saved her more than once. They were sometimes just plain dreams, but sometimes you HAVE to pay attention to them. And the trouble of it all was to determine whether it is a regular dream or one of the important ones.

There had been a school in that dream…she had walked past its entrance and read the name, but what was it? She struggled to remember the name. World…Academy? Yes, that's it. Next, the faces. She tried to pick apart the blurs of the faces and at least come out with one name, but failed miserably.

Now, the most important part, why was it a nightmare? So far, at least in what she remembered, there wasn't anything in particular…Yes, it's just a normal dream! Antarctica grinned in triumph and decided to continue sleeping, it's still early anyways. But as soon as her head hit the pillow, she remembered why.

There was a good beginning… that's what she had remembered. But now she recognized the ending. There was crimson…a lot of it…staining her own shirt and weapon. The screams and the sobbing…the voices were ones that she know. And there had been laughter…almost…no, it is insanely evil sounding. Worse of all, she knew EXCATLY who the voice belongs to.

That laughter…it was in HER own voice.

Dear god, this is not good at all.

And that was when she realized that there were footsteps outside…someone was outside her cave, perhaps trying to find the right passageway.

(2nd Person Perspective (Antarctica))

You sneak out through another passageway, smiling to yourself as you hold up a knife. You DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT appreciate people near your cave at 3 in the morning, and definitely do not tolerate it when people attempt to sneak up on you.

You emerge through another of the ice's many caves and passages, and lo behold, someone was entering your original passageway. The person's jacket hood covered his/her face, and he or she had put a leg though the entrance. Tackling the person from behind, you hear a yelp as you twist the person to face you while you pin him (The voice was definitely male, you noted) on the icy floor, his hood slipping off in the process. Your heterochromic eyes stared into violet ones, and suddenly, you realize that:

1. That person was in that dream of yours just now.

2. You know who this person is…and is not thrilled to know you just tackled HIM onto the floor.

`Hey…You're Canada, right?'

The look on his face confirmed everything.

Surprisingly, Canada was a good sport about it, and is not a bit angry at all. In fact, his face lit up immediately.

`Wait…did you just say that I'm Canada?'

You were a tad bit shocked. He was Canada…isn't he? `Wait…are you not?'

Canada laughed. You stared at him, wondering how in his small voice he managed such a laugh. `No, I'm Canada. It's just…', he trailed off for a while, `most of the time the others don't remember me, or they think that I'm America. I can't believe you still remember me, when was the last time we met? 10 years or more?'

You were shocked when you heard that. Canada is a whole lot different from America, how in the world did the others mix them up? And honestly, is he THAT forgettable? Personally, you liked that he was quiet and he was alright to you. Especially when compared to America (though he's pretty kind to you now, he had been a jerk to you in the past). `Heck, I haven't met anyone since the treaty (The Madrid Protocol*, in 1998), had been signed, and even then during the signing I didn't speak a word and escaped as soon as everything was done. I didn't even talk to the researchers and tourists that you guys sent.'

Talking for a while, in front of a fire that you had set up, you realized that Canada must be here for some reason.

`Hey, Canada?'

`Yes?'

`I was wondering…why were you here?'

Canada smiled. `Ah, that. America wanted to visit you, so I tagged along. He got lost on the way though…OH, HELL NO!'

You were originally thinking about why America was visiting you when Canada flew up and yelled. `What's… oh…'

America was lost. On your territory. And Canada was looking for him.

Both of you tore off in search for America.

An hour, 3 penguins, 7 researchers and 1 America later…

You sat in front of the fire you built an hour ago, sipping hot chocolate with Canada and (thankfully) America next to you. Everything was peaceful, except for when they started arguing about ice hockey when you have to break them up. After that, everyone remained silent for a while, even America. You did not tell them about the fact that Canada and also America was in a dream of yours, dead or worse.

Trying to break the ice (no pun intended), you ask, trying to start a new conversation, `So, what are you Nations doing?'

America spoke up. `Ah, we are going to school!'

You almost choked on your chocolate and as casually as possible, asked, `Oh? A school? What's the name?'

America faltered. `Uhhh…Harvard?'

You sighed, as Canada corrected him. `It's World Academy, America.'

This time, you DID choke on the drink.

Canada continued. Wow, for as long as you had known him, he never said as much as the amount of words he said today. `We have been going to that school for a long, long time already, it is a school for Nations only. It's quite fun, when compared to being cooped up in the office signing documents and arguing in the World Conference. Almost every Nation attends it!'

Showing a blank face, you listened to Canada, but inside, you were panicking about everything. Almost every Nation? Oh, god, this will not end well.

Suddenly, America leapt up. You suddenly wondered if HE was looking for another Nation that got lost as well. `Hey! I just had a NICE IDEA!' Apparently, not. `Hey, Canadia! How about Artie* here join us?'

Wait, what? Artie? Join Us? You broke down internally, but at this moment Canada beamed at the idea, even ignoring the fact that America got his name wrong (again) and had gave you a (very bad) nickname. `Hey, that's really a good idea! What do you think of it? Both of them smiled at you with identical grins.

You judged everything in a split second. First of all, there was that dream, which means that you should stay as far away from World Academy as possible. Second, if you go, you would have to interact with the others, which you are absolutely terrified of, as you were since they discovered your existence. But then again…if anything happens to them…you would never forgive yourself. And especially when you are a Continent, which is much stronger than a Nation. And after the Incident…Immediately, you decided.

`Why not?'

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading and surviving my first chapter! I think I will update once or twice a week?

Comments and reviews make me happy! Please review, no matter if it is a complaint or anything.

*The Madrid Protocol: The Protocol on Environmental Protection to the Antarctic Treaty, concerned with conservation and management of biodiversity in Antarctica

*Artie: Antarctica→Artie (America's very short form version of Antarctica's name)