My Hero: A Us Uk FanFiction
Disclaimer: I own nothing Hetalia related except for this plot and any OC's. Trust me if I owned it, the story would be completely different.
Chapter 1: Who are you?
Morning light filtered into the small room. It's not that I hate mornings, just a weekday meant school and school meant the same shit as every other bloody hell ridden day. I rubbed my sleep ridden emerald green eyes with a yawn. 'Maybe I can just skip school. Wait I have a test in trigonometry today don't I. Ah, those damn blokes think I care about some random test.' I thought, looking in the mirror and tried taming my mess of sandy blond hair, which as usual, royally failed. Just some things can never go the way you want it to. I sighed as a knock came at my door and I hear it open anyway.
"Artie? You awake?" asked a voice much like my own.
"Ah, Destiny, good morning to you" I said, straightening a tie around my neck.
"Morning to you too. Did you sleep well big brother?" she asked, with a tone of concern in her voice.
"Yes but I had a strange dream."
"About?"
"I think we might be getting a transfer student today in class. That was in my dream."
"Well your dreams do always come true, but a transfer now? It's December!"
"I know it can be a bit hard to believe but if we do, the student will be an American and male."
"Think it has something to do with that prophecy mom and dad told you about before? You know the one that would come and help you?"
"I highly doubt it. They were probably mistaken. Besides, it has been such a long time I've given up on that silly tale. I might as well die at the hands of him." I muttered.
Just then the door went flying open and a tall burly man stood in the doorway and grabbed me by my hair. "Arthur, listen to when I call you boy!" he shouted "Do you know who pays the bills in this damn house?! You'd best remember who brought you two good for nothing kids into this house!" I managed to get out of his grip and glared at him, getting in front of my sister. "Get that look off your face!" he snarled. The next thing I know I feel his hand land a hard smack across my face as I was flung into the wall.
"Artie!" my sister cried out.
"Don't worry Destiny, I'll be ok" I managed to gasp out.
"The way you're going boy, you're so lucky to still be breathing. If I wouldn't be arrested, I would have done you in a long time ago. I should've just left you where I found you years ago!" he spat and stormed out of the room. Tears soon slid down my face from pain, anger, sadness, self-hate and things of such a matter. I was completely helpless and powerless compared to him. I was only fifteen, what the bloody hell was I supposed to do?
"Are you ok Artie?" Destiny asked me, applying a bandage to the bleeding part of my wound.
"I'll be fine, nothing new." I said. This was a normal cycle in my life now. The man who found us was named Ivan Bovinski (or as I call it: the spawn of Satan himself). He had white hair with violet eyes to go along with that crazy look. All he ever was to me and my sister was being a hostile jackass, beating the crap out of us since day 1. People had noticed our cuts and bruises, though no one did anything because they were terrified of him.
"Let's go" I finally said "We are gonna be late for school and another detention is the last thing I need. Besides, it's getting awful stuffy in here and I can't breathe well in here." We walked out of the room quietly because the next thing he's doing was being passed out on the couch. Another last thing I need is him in the morning. Twice in a row.
Once outside, I let out a sharp, deep breath of relief. "Artie, we have to get out, I can't stand to watch him hurt you anymore."
I looked at her the most sincere way I could. "Destiny, I know but where could we go? Who would want twins? One with asthma and the other who could kill himself in five seconds? Face it, we aren't wanted at all." I said adjusting my shoulder bag.
Destiny had the worst asthma when we were kids and she was in and out of the hospital a lot. A lot a lot. It's now me with new injuries everywhere. In school I saw my friend Yao. Once he saw me he had a horrified expression on his face. "Aru!" he started "What happened to you?!"
"Take a guess." I stated.
"No need I already know." It was true, he was there one day and watched a very similar scene to what happened to me just moments ago.
"I swear, if it wasn't for my sister, I'd have killed myself a long time ago Yao." I sighed.
"Do you think that prophecy your parents told you about would come true?"
"I honestly doubt it. If there is a hero for me, why hasn't he come? It will probably never happen."
"Never lose hope Aru." Was all Yao could say.
"Yao, I'm just about ready to do myself in, I'm almost out of hope." I glanced at my hands and wrist. They were thin. I haven't been eating as much now.
"Have you been taking care of yourself, Arthur? You don't look as fit."
"Of course" I lied. My uniform was huge on me now and I could see my ribs. Our class was as loud as ever. I sat in my seat in the back corner of the class and just stared out the window. Our teacher walked in to the room a few minutes later. He was a tall young Spanish man. His name was Mr. Carriedo. One of my favorite teachers in this school.
"Please take your seats." He said "Today is quite a surprising one. We have a new transfer student today."
"You were right Artie!" murmured Destiny excitedly.
"Well come on in." A young man with brownish blond hair, bright sky blue eyes covered by glasses stepped in.
'Who are you?' was all I could wonder.
End of Chapter 1
A.N.: Okay so it's my first story. I hope you enjoyed it. How was it? Please R&R so I can improve. Hopes to followers and constructive criticism is welcome.
