Greetings. I am Kaze.
Thank you from the bottom of my little heart for clicking on this story. This is something that I have been putting off for, well, ever basically. But after a little burst of inspiration, I finally decided to suck up my shame and write out one of the little plot bunnies that long ago laid siege to my brain.
Although this is my first ever fanfic to post on this website, I assure you I am no stranger to writing.
Obviously, this is going to be a fan-falls-into-the-universe story. Those have always been fun to read, so I figured it would be fun to try and write one too. It will mostly be a combination of humor, adventure, and all that insanity that makes Hetalia…well, Hetalia. It will also mostly follow the anime. My humble apologies to any historians out there, but I can assure you I am not smart enough to make this whole story historically accurate. Of course I will delve a bit deeper into a few certain events when necessary, as well as add my own events and change the storyline to add a more realistic element, but it mostly go according to the anime.
Also, be aware that this story is more geared towards mature audiences, hence the T rating. As it is Hetalia, to keep it realistic there will be a fair amount of swearing and adult humor, though I will censor a few things to keep it from being M eligible. If you are beneath the age of 13, I do not recommend you continue reading this.
Other warnings include randomness, a bunch of references you may not understand, and flat out weirdness. Thou hast been warned.
Disclaimer: Why do we even have to do this; it's called FANfiction for a reason. *sigh* Kaze doesn't own Hetalia, Naruto, or any other trademark mentioned in this prologue. I only own my OCs. Yadda yadda. Blah blah blah.
Now, if you're still reading this for some reason, I shall reward you with a random word.
Bananza. There you go.
...Also, I promise the author's notes won't always be this long. Now let's get on with this thang.
"Spoken Words"
'Jinjer's Thoughts'
'Inner Jinjer'
Chapter revised as of 7/17/2017
I'm going to tell a story.
…I apologize if that doesn't exactly sound original nor attention-grabbing, but considering the context and purpose of which this is being told, I think I can afford to put creativity aside for the time being.
My name is Jinjer O'Dale.
This is the story of how my life was basically stolen, ripped apart, and then handed back to me sporting a complete makeover.
Imagine being a kid, and you loan a toy to some other kid because that kid promised they'd be your best friend if you did. And then they keep it for way too long, then finally when they give it back, you find it's been slightly disfigured, smells weird, but after you get used to it, you decide it's strangely more fun to play with. That's currently the best visualization I can think of to describe the roller coaster of events that have gone on in my life.
Before I begin, I suppose I should also clarify my reasoning as to why I'm recounting this at all. This is the kind of thing that would usually be addressed in a preface, but frankly, this story in itself is going to take long enough to recall, so I don't think I need to take the time to add something unnecessary.
I've considered doing something like this before; after all, I don't know any others that have lived out the same kind of life that I have, and whenever the fateful day comes that this world finally decides it's had enough of me, I would think that a few certain people would like to have a documentation of my life. Or is that just something that people do in movies? Well, I guess it's too late to re-think it now that I've started.
Anyway, I've finally reached that inevitable period of my life where peace and happy regularity is so in stock, you'd think I was living the 'happily ever after' part of a Disney fairy tale. Not to say I'm not appreciative; after everything I've gone through since the start of this tale, I would go so far to say that I sort of deserve it. However, to be blunt, I've quickly discovered that 'happily ever after' isn't really all sunshine and singing angels that greet you every morning.
It's…boring. To be blunt, it's an anticlimactic end following the sort of life I've lead up until now. One could say that the main reason I feel that way is because I have become used to living sporadically in the moment through whatever the world throws at me. So, suddenly having my life even out and become calm for this long is strange.
Thus, because I now find myself with so much free time, I decided to finally sit down and basically tell whoever it may concern about my chaotic, insane, and strange personal story.
Call it an unofficial biography, if you will.
It's weird...I can recall most everything so clearly, despite how long ago it was. It doesn't feel like it was that long ago...but I suppose that's just natural at this point.
Anyway, I guess I've bored you long enough, whoever "You" is. I shall now keep with my unoriginal, uncreative theme to transition into the main story. It all started one peaceful winter day in the year 2014, in my humble little home, in the "humble" little state of California.
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"OUCH! MOTHERF-"
I slapped my hand over my traitorous mouth before the rest of the word could slip out. I put down my hair dryer and slowly peeked out my bathroom towards my bedroom door, and listened for the annoyed voice of my aunt from downstairs.
I had the nasty habit of letting certain things slip out of my mouth once and a while, a habit of which my Aunt Corrine did NOT approve of. I could already hear her yelling at me in my mind:
"JINJER O'DALE, YOU HOLD YOUR TONGUE!"
If I had a dollar for every time she's ever scolded and/or lectured me on my "inappropriate use of the English language," I would be one of the richest members of the human race.
Sometimes I wonder if that woman had the hearing organs of a barn owl transplanted into her head, or something.
Thankfully it seemed the lady of luck had decided to throw me a bone on this one, because the yelling of my darling Aunt Corrine never came. Which was good, because I really didn't want to have my mood ruined by one of her scoldings at the moment.
I ran my throbbing index finger under cold water to sooth the burning, at the same time wondering how it had managed to find its way to hot blades at the front of my hair dryer. While it was running.
"Nice Jinjer, real nice. Very professional." I muttered to myself. Once my finger had quit whining, I applied some ointment and wrapped a bandage around it to keep it happy, then looked up into my mirror.
The face of the girl that I had known and lived with ever since I could remember stared back at me. I turned my face side to side, examining the handiwork I had so laboriously put into my appearance for the day. I wiped away some slightly smeared eyeliner, muttering curses under my breath. I often wondered why I even tried with makeup, as I could seldom apply it very well.
I then ran my fingers over the skin rhinestones I had stuck to either of my temples: a unique accessory I didn't use that often, heck, the only reason I had them was because I had bought a bunch of them back during my figure skating days, and had only ever used them during performances or competitions. Thus, I had a lot leftover. Now I wore them when I felt like it, to add a bit of flare, or dazzle, or whatever the heck you want to call it to my appearance.
I then dug through my jewelry box and selected four pairs of earrings to accommodate my ears for the day. I had two piercings in both my earlobes, a decision my fifteen-year-old self may or may not have made without permission...
A skull-shaped earring with a chain attached that hooked onto my helix occupied the first hole of my left ear, one of my personal favorites. Behind that one was a red heart-shaped earring, and finishing it off were two white rhinestone earrings in my right ear.
Once I was satisfied, I ran my fingers through my dark, auburn hair, glaring at both it, and the blow dryer as I did so. "Gooood work there Jin...you can't even dry your freaking hair without mucking up." I mumbled.
Yes, I am a ginger named Jinjer, and please hold your snide comments, I've heard enough of them to last me ten lifetimes. Devils' reincarnate, demonic wolf in sheep's' clothing, human habanero…you name it, I've heard it.
I also cannot say how many times teachers in my elementary and junior high days had confronted my aunt and uncle because they thought my hair was dyed. Having a rare hair color had its pros, but those couldn't come without cons.
I sighed and gave up on trying to do anything with my hair. It would just dry on the way there anyway.
I left the bathroom and did a quick final examination of myself in my full-length mirror in my bedroom. One of my favorite outfits adorned my body, figuring it was appropriate for my destination that day. I donned a black top with elbow-length sleeves that had multiple slits in them so that they had a string-like look, with a bright number '24' in bold pink, and decorated with black zebra stripes in the middle of it. The straps of my white sports bra were visible underneath. My legs were covered with dark blue skinny jeans with multiple pockets sewn onto them, and finishing it off were my scarlet converse.
"That'll do." I mumbled before grabbing my bag and rushing downstairs.
"Morning relatives!" I said as I entered the kitchen. My Aunt Corrine turned around from the stove and smiled at me. "Good morning, Jinjer. You look lovely, as always."
"Thanks." I said offhandedly. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and bit into it. Aunt Corrine eyed me. "Can't you wear a proper shirt, dear?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Aunt Corrine, it's fine. It's just the shoulders. Aren't I almost twenty?" She sighed. "I'm aware of that."
"Just give it up, Corrine. Trust the girl a little." My uncle said not looking up from his tablet. "As per usual, thank you Uncle Mik." I said.
Uncle Mik's real name was Michaelis, but he didn't like that name so everyone mostly called him Mik.
Aunt Corrine sighed again. "I do trust her! I raised her, for heaven's sake! I just...am aware of human's tendencies to make mistakes, is all." I chuckled. "Yea, yea, I get it Aunt Corrine. You trust me, but you don't. I totally understand." She groaned and threw her hands up in defeat. Uncle Mik and I shared a laugh.
My uncle and aunt were the poster couple of the phrase "opposites attract." Aunt Corrine was kind, attentive, and chatty, valued tidiness and conservative morals, but tended to suffer from anxiety and over-protectiveness. Uncle Mik was introverted, laid back, and rough around the edges. If it weren't for his wife, he'd probably be living out of his work garage and repair shop where he'd rarely have to clean, have nothing but vehicles for family, and only shave if too many crumbs and/or bugs took up residence in his beard.
How they ever fell in love, got married, and made it work to this day is a complete and utter mystery to me, and all who know them.
Aunt Corrine looked at me as she sat at the table, serving my uncle's breakfast as she did so. "I do trust you Jinjer, I'm just simply worried is all. I think you and I both are well aware of your...tendencies." I groaned. "Do you have to say it like it's some sort of big issue?" Aunt Corrine looked into her teacup with a slightly troubled expression. With a sigh, I said, "Don't worry, I talked to the counselor again like you wanted, he said I'm perfectly okay. The urges aren't nearly as bad as they used to be. I can control myself."
What Aunt Corrine and I meant by that was…well, exactly what it sounded like. Ever since I was a little girl, I'd suffered from occasional bouts of strong impulses for the most random of things. When I was nine, I stuck my hand into a fully occupied tank at an aquarium, despite the sign that clearly read "DO NOT TOUCH THE FISH." I'd scared my aunt half to death, but luckily hadn't been hurt at all. When Uncle Mik asked why I had done that despite knowing better, all I said was "I wanted to know what the stingray felt like."
Another incident had been when I was thirteen. My uncle and aunt were called to my school where they found me sitting in the principal's office for stabbing another girl in the hand with a plastic fork, because she'd been talking trash about a friend of mine.
My punishment had been going to see a counselor, who suggested I might have some form of impulsive control disorder. But with maturity and mental training, I was able to achieve better self-control, and the counselor concluded I likely never had any extreme form of it.
Now I just needed to learn to control my mouth, which had been a weak point of control for me practically forever.
"I just don't want to receive a call from the police one day, reporting that you did something ridiculous, and it will go on your personal record, forever scarring your chances of having a job, a life, a future, freedom-" Uncle Mik put his hand on my aunt's. "Relax woman, breathe. You're acting like she's getting a job as a drug dealer or something."
I think me getting arrested is one of Aunt Corrine's biggest fears.
I stifled a laugh, and got up from the table and pulled on my denim jacket. "Well, I'd better get going. Jamey's waiting for me at the convention."
"Have fun, honey." Uncle Mik said. "Be careful! Don't get too excited over anything, dear! Watch for icy roads, and stay warm! We love you!"
"Love you guys too!" I called back to my aunt as I grabbed my keys and wallet and exited the house.
I then sighed in relief.
I loved my little family, but sometimes I just needed a break from them, especially my overprotective aunt. I was nineteen, for crying out loud! I had graduated from high school and everything! "Maybe I should have gone ahead and went to college after all." I said to myself.
I had decided to take a year's break from school after I had graduated, mainly because I still hadn't figured out what I wanted to do with my life yet. I had talents and skills, but most of them lied in athletic type things, and I didn't really want to pursue a career in that category. I had already tried that route with figure skating, and boy did that get old quick.
I pulled on my gloves, mounted my awesome motorcycle, and sped away. Today my best friend Jamey and I were going to allow a rare indulgence of our geeky sides, and see a showing of 'Naruto: The Last' at a nearby anime convention that was in town for the holidays.
Throughout my life, I had definitely gone through the whole process of the typical anime fan: I had my gateway show, my fangirl phase, my creepy/obsessive fangirl phase, the realization of how terrible fandoms could be, the whole enchilada. Now, I had relaxed into a more casual geek. I avoided most fanbases like the plague, and mostly enjoyed anime just as the unique source of entertainment that it was.
Forty minutes of uneventful driving later, I pulled up to the front of the convention building, parking my awesome motorcycle and heading towards the front. It wasn't long before I heard "JINJER!" in a familiar voice call out to me.
I turned to find my best friend Jamey waving at me from the far left entrance. I ran up to her, and gave her a quick hug. "Whassup? You look nice, come on, we have to get good places!" She said, taking my wrist and pulling me inside.
"Oh, it's nice to see you too! No, no, it was my pleasure coming out here! Yes, I've been well how about you? Certainly haven't changed a bit, I see." I said in an overly-friendly, sarcastic voice. Jamey simple laughed at me, and continued to pull me along. "By the way, your hair is like, all over the place." She said. "Yeah, I had to wind-dry it." I answered. "Ooh, did you read that in a magazine or something?"
"No, my hair dryer decided to attack me this morning, so I had no choice." Jamey laughed loudly. "I keep telling you to try and cut it like mine! With how thick your hair is, it would be a lot easier to take care of if it was short. I could do it for you!" I pinched her arm, eliciting a yelp from her. "You're the only person in the world who trusts yourself to cut hair." I said, eyeing Jamey's boyish, haphazardly-cut hair that was dyed a light blue. Jamey harrumphed, shaking her head in an overexaggerating manner. "You're just not cool enough to be on my level of style."
"That's a level I think I can live without seeing." I replied bluntly.
Despite all her...obscurities, Jamey was one of the greatest people in the world. We'd known each other since elementary school, and somehow put up with each other into early adulthood. She was bubbly and friendly, and had enough energy for the world population of dogs. In all the years I've known her, I cannot recall a single moment that she was seriously fatigued. I think she must have an endless supply of caffeine running through her veins.
Jamey and I quickly went through the customs of getting into the convention. We showed our IDs, they gave us our souvenir bags, and all that typical convention jazz. When we finally got through, we passed by several alluring stands and displays as we dashed through the convention, but she kept a firm grip on my wrist to keep me from wandering towards them to satisfy my ocean-floor deep curiosity.
Woe is me.
Finally, we made it to the small theater at the rear of the convention building that was showing the movie. I groaned when I saw the line.
"It's just long because they haven't let people in yet. Come on Jin, after this we can go and explore to our little heart's content!" Jamey proclaimed. "I'm so happy I think I'm going to have a heart attack and die." I said dully.
Jamey laughed of course, and dragged me over to the back of the line.
We passed the time by pointing out cosplayers, rating them from the funniest, to the coolest, to the most disturbing, and so on. Eventually we got bored of that, so we had to find something else to distract our young adult minds from spiraling down into abyss of boredom.
Thus, thirty minutes, twenty rounds of Candy Crush and mindless conversation later, the doors to the theater opened, and the line of people cheered and rushed in. We grabbed some aisle seats in the middle of the theater, and sat not-so patiently for the conclusive movie of the fantastical Naruto series to begin.
...
About halfway into the compelling movie, I felt something.
It was small at first, like a prick. Or a pinch maybe, the kind of sting you get when someone gets static built up in their finger and shocks you, on my shoulder.
I brushed it off, too into the movie to think anything of it.
Then I felt it again, on my foot this time.
Then my neck.
My forearm.
'The hell?' I thought, rubbing my arms. I felt a few more, stronger this time, some actually making me flinch. That's when something worse happened.
I felt something…different, something unbelievably strange and intense, a feeling that I will never be able to describe with words. It was like some creature was behind me, close but not quite touching, whispering in my ear, teasing me, and almost physically pulling on me. Like someone holding a gun to the back of your head.
I whipped around so fast, my neck popped. There was nothing. The feeling was no longer as strong, but it was still there.
"Jinjer?"
The sudden whisper caused me to gasp slightly as I snapped back to reality. Jamey was looking at me with a hint of concern on her cute face.
"What's the matter? You're acting kind of strange."
I blinked. Then I twitched, the ominous feeling still lingering around me. "I-I'm fine. I j-just need t-to leave for a moment." I stuttered, then quickly stood up and speed walked out of the theater.
Once out, I leaned on my knees, and panted.
Noticing that I was drawing a bit of unwanted attention to myself, I ran to the nearest women's room, which was miraculously empty at the moment.
I hugged myself, and sank to my knees as the feeling became stronger and stronger.
It was like some godly force was yanking me, ripping my soul from my body.
It was intense, strange, terrifying, mind-numbing, and it hurt!
Tears forced themselves into my eyes, but I barely noticed them.
"S-Stop..."
I whimpered, wrapping my arms around myself so tightly I was surprised I could still breathe. "E-Enough!" I said louder. That's when the evil feeling reached its max, causing me to yell out in fear, pain, and desperation.
"If you're going to do something, then DO IT ALREADY DAMMIT! STOP!" I screamed, though not really knowing who or what I was screaming at, or why. At that point, I didn't care, I just wanted to be rid of that horrid feeling.
Suddenly, as if I'd said the Open Sesame of this magical door, a blinding light shined right in my face, making me quickly shield my eyes. This reflexive action also causing me to miss the strange pentagram-like circle that had suddenly appeared on the floor beneath me.
Then, everything around me had vanished.
And I was falling.
Aaand, dun dun dun, and all that dramatic crap. Cliffhangers are so much fun when you're the one writing them.
Don't mean to sound like an annoying praise beggar, but reviews and constructive criticism are VERY much appreciated.
Oh yeah, HUGE thanks to JadeCrispy, who helped inspire me to finally get out of my shell and write. If you love Hetalia, go check out her story 'The Axis Powers and...who?' Now with a sequel! *wink wink*
And that's all for me. Over & out.
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