I Want Someone
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters, I do, however own the actual people I know in this story. Yes, they are not their own persons, they belong to me. And I love them!
I also do not own Pokémon.
One last thing, Abigail is an OC of mine, I do not know her in real life, I know someone with the same name. And even though we were not friends for a while, we cool now.
[Chapter 1] — Shit! Thank you!
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" The alarm clock sounded. It was loud, blaring like it was trying to warn someone of some oncoming danger.
The dirty blonde, Reagan Evans, who was laying under the turquoise comforter of her queen-sized bed, stirred slightly. The alarm continued to blare until the girl's blue eyes finally had enough and shot open. Sleeping on her left side, she quickly flipped over and frantically looked for her phone. Where the hell was it? The noise only continuously terrorized her and became increasingly annoying. Throwing the turquoise pillow off of her bed, she finally found her blue iPhone 5C, the source of the obnoxious noise.
"God, shut the hell up. Dammit!" She exclaimed annoyed. She rubbed her tired eyes. That damn alarm meant it was 5 am and it was time to get ready for school. She hated school so much, but some of her best friends made her life at school much better, even happier. Reagan ran her fingers through her hair and grimaced. "Gross, I gotta shower. Thank God it's Friday," she said and then she pushed herself lazily off her bed. Immediantly, her tired body demanded her return to her comfy bed. Reagan defied her own body and walked over to her dresser and got out some panties. Once she had some, she got out her favorite pair of slouched slim holed jeans. With a smile on her face, she made her way to her closet to get her favorite All Time Low pop art t-shirt.
Obtaining her signature clothes, she walked to her bathroom and prepared her shower. About 10 minutes later Reagan exited the shower, her dirty blonde hair was dark and damp with water.
~Le Time Skip; At school~
Reagan walked into her first period, English with Mr. Arthur Kirkland. Slowly treading to her desk, virtually directly in front of Arthur's desk, she slumped sleepily into her chair. With a silent yawn, Reagan propped her head up with her left hand, her blue eyes carelessly dazing off into space. Just then, her best friend, Alfred F. Jones, walked in and slammed his hands onto her desk, causing a LOUD noise to echo throughout the virtually half-full classroom. Reagan jumped at the loud noise, squeaking loudly because of it.
"Hey Ray, how's it going?" Alfred asked in a hyper tone, not knowing — or rather, fully knowing — he nearly gave Reagan a heart attack.
Reagan's blue eyes were still quite wide from the terror, a fiercely wild look in them, as she was trying to regulate her heartbeat again. Alfred always seemed to love doing that. Maybe it was the adorable look on her face or her delayed reactions. "A-Al… WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" She finally yelled and punched him in the arm as hard as she could. "You friggin' jackass!"
Alfred smiled and playfully rubbed his arm, pretending it was hurt. "Oww… Ray, that hurt me," he teased the dirty blonde, winking at her.
Reagan stuck out her tongue at Alfred and flipped him the bird. "Sorry Alfie! Didn't mean to hurt you. YOU just scared the JESUS outta me!" Reagan exclaimed, glaring at Alfred.
Alfred took a seat beside her and chuckled. He loved how he and Reagan could do that, be complete jackasses to one another, yet still be able to laugh about it. Plus, Alfred and his brother, Matthew, had only been best friends with Reagan since 6th grade (and now they are in 12th grade). Reagan laughed with Alfred before she asked, "Hey, Al, where's Matt?"
"Matthew…" Alfred began, "he should be coming soon." He ran a hand through his honey blonde hair. Reagan snickered at Alfred's movement. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her and cocked his head to the side. "What's funny Ray? Like what I'm doing there, huh, Ray?" Alfred questioned as he did his previous action again.
Reagan could not contain her laughter and burst out in hysterical laughter. She used her left hand to hold her right side as she used the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away the tears that began forming in her eyes. "Oh yeah, Al. I am TOTALLY LOVING what I'm seeing! Make it stop, per favore!" The girl said between laughs.
As she was laughing, the teacher walked into the classroom and made his way to his desk. Placing his stuff onto his desk he got himself ready to begin class. "Good morning everyone. I see that Miss Evans is having a very good morning." Arthur said in his wonderful British accent.
Reagan stopped laughing, still rubbing the tears from her eyes. "S-sorry, Mr. Kirkland. I didn't mean to be so loud," she said breathlessly.
Mr. Kirkland crossed his arms and shook his head, a slight smile on his face. He would not admit it to anyone else but himself, but he found himself quite attracted to her laughter, never thinking it to be neither annoying nor obnoxious. In fact, he loved her every slight chuckle, but again, no one else but himself shall know that. "It's quite alright, Reagan. I am glad you can laugh in my class, not many people seem to be able to laugh in my classroom," he spoke sweetly. "It looks as though Matthew Williams is absent today, am I correct?"
"N-no! I-I'm right here, e-eh!" Matthew exclaimed as he ran into the classroom. Reagan's face lit up as she saw her Canadian bestie.
"Matt! Mattie!" Reagan called out, waving at the blonde Canadian as he ran to his seat, to the right of Reagan. The Canadian sat down and he was huffing and puffing. "You alright there Mattie?" Reagan asked.
"Y-yeah, eh. I just need a few minutes to catch my breath." The Canadian said with a cute smile. Reagan loved Matthew, he was just always so cute and innocent, what's there not to love about him?
She squealed slightly and got up to quickly hug the Canadian before going back to her sleep. "I love ya, Mattie!"
"I-I love you, too, R-Reagan." The Canadian said with a small smile as he was still huffing, finally he placed his head down onto his desk.
Arthur looked at the two and just smiled. He also enjoyed how Reagan would always try to make her Canadian best friend feel happy, even if she was in a bad mood. I have always loved her, ever since she first entered my classroom, Arthur thought to himself as he discreetly checked Reagan out. He mentally slapped himself and cleared his throat, now that everybody was in his classroom, he could start class. "Okay then students, let's get started…"
~About an hour later, at the end of first period~
The bell rang, signaling the end of first period. One period down, six more to go. Reagan gathered up her stuff and was about to walk out of Mr. Kirkland's classroom when she was stopped. By a British voice.
"Miss Reagan. Could you stay behind for a second? I have something I want to talk to you about," Mr. Kirkland called to the retreating girl.
Looking over her shoulder, Reagan's blue eyes connected with her teacher's emerald ones. "Y-yes sir. What is it you want to talk to me about?" She sheepishly said as she turned around and walked towards Mr. Kirkland's desk.
Arthur tapped some papers that were in disarray against his desk which straightened them. He, then, signaled for the girl to sit down. Reagan became nervous, she sat down in her desk, since there was not a chair she could just pull up. Her blue eyes were glued to her desk as she sat there in awkward silence, sitting before her attractive British teacher. "I believe you know why I have asked you to remain here, Reagan," he said in a certain and calm manner, placing the papers down onto his desk then crossing his arms.
Reagan shook her head 'no' as she continuously looked at her desk, not wanting to look up. "No sir, I honestly have no idea why. Did I do something wrong?" She asked unknowingly cutely as she looked up from her desk with uncertain blue eyes.
God, she is so cute, bloody hell, Arthur thought to himself. He cleared his throat and looked at Reagan, why did she seem so scared? "You failed that research paper that was due last week. What happened? You are usually so good at my class," he said and handed back her research paper. A big 39 written in red ink was at the top.
Reagan's eyes went wide with terror. "Oh. My. God! A-are you serious, M-Mr. Kirkland? Please t-tell me that i-isn't my paper," she said as her voice trembled. Her parents were going to kill her when this 39 showed up on her powerschool. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Motherofbitch,thatAlfred! If I hadn't been so busy playing video games with him trying to forget about my fall out with that bitch then MAYBE I would've gotten a better grade. FUCK! Reagan screamed to herself inside her head. She gripped her hair slightly and placed her head on the desk. "Oh god, I'm so sorry Mr. Kirkland," she said, knowing he more-than-likely would not care.
Arthur noticed Reagan acting strange and he stood up and walked over to her, he then placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to show her he was understanding. "I believe this bad grade had to do with one of your friends, love. Miss Abigail, I believe is her name."
Reagan growled darkly. "She's not my fucking friend anymore!" She screamed and then slapped her hand over her mouth, realizing she just cussed in front of her teacher. "Oh, my God. Mr. Kirkland, please don't write me up for that. It's just that…" she trailed off and sighed, "we aren't friends anymore. Turns out she always hated me. She never liked me. She always was mean to Alex and not me, so I thought she liked me, but, she always hated me. I hate her so much now. I went off on her and our friendship ended about 3 weeks ago. I meant to do the paper and make it the best one this year, I swear, but I went over to Alfred's and we played video games and he made me forget about her."
Arthur looked at Reagan as he listened to her story, utterly shocked that someone could hate her. Sure she had an attitude sometimes, from what he saw in his class as how she occasionally treated Alfred, but everyone knew she was harmless and that she had drastic mood swings. He nodded and sat down in the Matthew's desk. "Well… that is quite the tale, Reagan. It could also be a lie," he looked at Reagan as he said that and her eyes clearly had complete sincerity in them, she was telling the truth, "however, your eyes tell me that what you just told me is truth. I suppose I can give you a redo for full credit. Given the circumstances, especially how sudden it happened. But, next time, I will not do this. Reagan, this is a ONE time deal, okay love? And you are to tell no one about this, giving a student special treatment could get me in trouble."
"Then why give me special treatment? Even if it happened suddenly." Reagan said questioningly.
Arthur sighed, "Because I don't get how anyone could not like you, love. You're very sweet. Sure, you have your bad days, Reagan, but don't we all? I have days I'm not the friendliest to my friends yet they don't hate me. I think it's a damn bloody shame for Abigail to hate you, I find you very un-hate-able, if that word is a word."
Reagan's eyes lit up with embarrassment at the British man's words. "R-really? You really think that?" She questioned with a slight giggle.
"Yes, I do." Arthur said to her with a small smile.
Reagan twirled a strand of her dirty blonde hair in embarrassment. "Why thank you, then, Mr. Kirkland," she muttered. "But are you really going to allow me to redo the paper?"
He stood and with a sigh he reassured, "Yes. I am going to allow you to redo it. Only this time, though. Next time, you will be out of luck. And, as I have already said, I will give you full credit and not just half credit, so you are able to earn up to a 100."
Her blue eyes widened in amazement at the generosity of her English teacher. "Oh thank you, Mr. Kirkland! Thank you so much!" She exclaimed as she jumped out of her seat and hugged him. Once she realized what she was doing, her eyes widened and she looked up at Arthur. "Uhh… sorry, I was just really happy," she spoke quietly and backed away from him.
"No, it's fine, love. I don't mind. Now I need to write you a note, you are ten minutes late to class," he said as he went back to his desk and sat down. Arthur grabbed a sticky-note and wrote Reagan a note explaining why she was late. Reagan Evans was with me, Mr. Kirkland, discussing her grades, the note read. He handed it to Reagan with a smile and said, "Here you are. Now get to class."
Reagan giddily grabbed the note from Arthur's hands and gathered her stuff up, running out of the room. "Thank you for the second chance, Mr. Kirkland!" She exclaimed happily.
"You're welcome, Miss Reagan." Arthur said through a giant smile. "Oh! It's due two weeks from today!" he called out to the retreating dirty blonde.
Reagan looked over her shoulder as she was almost out the door, "Alright Mr. Kirkland! Thanks, again!"
~After school, at Alfred and Matthew's house. Al, Matt and Reagan are all in the den, on the large couch~
"… So he gave me another chance!" Reagan exclaimed happily, throwing her arms into the air. She was laughing from the happiness.
Alfred smiled and wrapped an arm around Reagan's neck, pulling her close to him. "Whoa, dudette, that's, like, so cool! I'm stoked that Mr. Kirkland ain't no asshole and gave you another chance! Especially since that happened!" He yelled as happy as his best friend was.
"Yeah! Me too Al!"
"Well, how about we celebrate?! Wanna play some Assassin's Creed, Ray?" Alfred exclaimed as he ruffled Reagan's hair, letting go of his arm around her neck. His cerulean eyes looked into his best friend's blue ones.
Reagan's eyes lit up as Alfred said Assassin's Creed. "FUCK YEAH I DO! I hate that you know my weakness, you bastard! Which one are we gonna play?"
Alfred shrugged. "Which ever one you want. I have every single one, even Unity. So, you decide."
Reagan placed her hand on her cheek and thought. What to play? We could play Rogue… or maybe Black Flag. My favorite is AC II, and Brotherhood, and Revelations, and III. Damn, I don't know which one to play! "Ugh! I don't know! I like them all! I wanna play II, Brotherhood, Revelations and III! DAMMIT! Hey, Matt~ what should I play?" She called to the Canadian sitting on the other side of the couch.
Matthew looked at Reagan and shrugged. "I don't know, eh. You know I play Final Fantasy more than I play Assassin's Creed," he said quietly.
Reagan sighed and ruffled her hair. "Dammit all! Al, which one should I play?"
"I dunno, babe. Pick one you haven't played in a while," was all the American said with a shrug.
"Ugh! Fine, since I've played all of them recently, let's play Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness instead! Y'all do have a Wii after all!" She exclaimed happily as her eyes lit up remembering Gale of Darkness. Getting up off the couch, going to the Wii, and sitting down on the floor, Reagan opened a cabinet under the Wii that contained all the games for the two consoles in the living room. As she dug through the games, she finally came across the game she wanted. "Yay!" She exclaimed as she pulled out the game from its slot. Reagan turned on the Wii and opened the game's case, removing the game from the case and sliding it into the Wii.
It had been forever since Reagan played that game, thank God she gave Alfred and Matthew her old GameCube stuff, like controllers and her sole memory card. The memory card had her information she had for XD: Gale of Darkness. Once the game was read, she grabbed a wireless GameCube controller and sat down beside Alfred. "Reagan, babe, you really love this game, don't'cha?" He asked.
Reagan looked up at him and nodded. "Aye! Of course I do, Al! This game was my childhood before I knew you and Mattie. I didn't have many friends as a kid, so I stayed inside and played Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness most of the time," she said with a matter-of-factly tone with a huge grin. As the game started up, Reagan was getting excited. The title screen came up and giddily, she pressed the large green A button that opened the title screen. Her blood began to pump as she was greeted by Pokémon she had not seen in years. "Hello everyone! It's good to be back," she spoke quietly as a happy tears streaked down both sides of her face.
Alfred and Matthew noticed the tears and each one of them placed a hand on top of Reagan's hands. Alfred had his hand on her left hand, while Matthew had his hand on her right hand.
"Babe, you alright? You're cryin'," Alfred asked with a lot of concern.
"Rea, are you ok? Why are you crying, eh?" Matthew also asked, very concerned.
Shaking her head slightly, she smiled and kissed both of their cheeks, as a way of thanking them. "Yeah, I'm fine you two. I'm… just… really happy to see these guys again." She said as she turned her eyes towards the large flat-screen television as she opened her party for a summary of all the party's Pokémon. Alfred and Matthew turned their gazes towards the television as well and they see Pokémon, high level Pokémon at that as well, a Flareon and Lugia leading the party of six. "Flareon, it's so wonderful to see you again," she quietly acknowledged the male puff-ball leading the team.
Alfred and Matthew heard a immensely caring and loving tone in her voice as Reagan addressed her Flareon; it was as if she saw Flareon as a closer best friend than she saw both of them combined. "I can tell you really care about that one, don't'cha, Ray?" Alfred questioned, moving his hand off of hers. Reagan only nodded as she was too struck with nostalgia to even form coherent words at that point.
"I think I get it! Pokémon were your only friends before you met me and Alfred, so you have these feelings of nostalgia every time you see the ones you haven't seen in a while! Oui? I am right, aren't I, eh?" Matthew exclaimed.
Again, just like moments prior, Reagan only nodded.
~A few minutes later~
Reagan snapped out of her nostalgia trip. It dawned on her that she had basically done everything this game had to offer, she frowned at that realization. Dammit, I thought this game would hold more for me than I remembered, but no. I've beaten it basically, she thought to herself. She saved the game and cut it off. Alfred and Matthew looked at her with wide eyes.
"What was that for? I thought you wanted to play the game!" Matthew and Alfred said in unison.
Reagan shrugged and pushed herself off of the couch. "I guess I just wanted the nostalgia that came with the game. Maybe to relive the excitement the game brought to me as a child, maybe I'll have to replay it. From beginning to end," she talked to herself as she made her way to Alfred and Matthew's kitchen.
Upon entering their kitchen, she walked over to the pantry and began searching through the pantry seemingly aimless. That aimlessness was soon absolved once Reagan had found a large, family-sized box of Original Cheezits. With a large, hungry look plastered on her face and in her eyes, she grabbed the large box. Now having obtained the box of Cheezits and closing the pantry door with a kick, the dirty blonde female made her way back into the den. Reagan plopped herself back down in between Alfred and Matthew. With several loud movements, the plastic bag containing the Cheezits opened and Reagan began to eat them by the handfuls. "Would you two like some?" She asked as she stuffed her face.
"Ray, if you were hungry, you could've just said so. I would've order burgers!" Alfred exclaimed as he stuck he hand into the Cheezit box. "I think we should watch a few movies."
Reagan looked over at him with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Uh-huh, what movie you talkin' 'bout, Al?" She asked.
Matthew moved off of the couch and said, "I have to go guys. I told Emil I'd help him with math."
"Ok, bro. Be careful, alright? Don't do anything stupid," Alfred said, waving to his brother.
Reagan got up and hugged Matthew, kissing him on the cheek. "Have fun, Matthew. Good luck teaching Emil math. He's such a little jerk sometimes," she told him as she hugged him one last time.
Matthew smiled and hugged Reagan back. "Thanks, Rea. I'll be careful, Alfred. Don't do anything inappropriate while I'm not here to protect Reagan," he exclaimed as he winked at Reagan before walking to the door. Matthew opened the door and there was a car outside waiting for him, it was Emil's older brother, Lukas.
"Come on, Matthew!" Lukas called. Matthew nodded and told him he was coming. He closed the door and ran to the car, getting in.
Reagan walked back and sat on the couch beside Alfred. The American had set up the DVD player and had already put in a movie, one left a mystery to Reagan. "What we watchin' buddy?" She asked, throwing her head back, resting it on the back of the couch, and cracking her neck in the process.
Alfred smirked and wrapped an arm around Reagan's waist, pulling her close to him. "I'm not telling you, you'll just have to wait and see!" He exclaimed.
Taken by surprise at Alfred pulling her closer to him, Reagan's head landed on his chest with a soft thud. "Mmmm… ok, I suppose I can deal with that," she said in a comfortable tone, enjoying the feeling of having her head on Alfred's chest. As the movie started, Reagan immediantly knew what it was. Her favorite movie of all time, The Mummy, that has Brendan Fraser. "Oh, my God, YES!" She yelled happily.
Alfred stroked and began to play with her hair, running his fingers through it carelessly, "I knew you'd love this, babe."
Reagan smiled and made a noise that sounded like a purr, but it was a relieved sigh. She knew that Alfred knew she loved to have her hair stroked and played with. "I love it. You're the best, Al~" she gushed.
The two best friends enjoyed the movie as the night went on.
A/N: Apparently, Reagan is COMPLETELY oblivious to guys calling her pet names such as Arthur saying "love" and Alfred randomly calling her "babe" instead of the usual "Ray". Geez, that's how I am in real life, guess she takes after me xD And if you do not like my story, then please do not read it. Do not review on it. I do not have time for haters and their shite, ok? Okay. Thanks, don't be immature about things guys.