Hey! This is my first fanfiction. I'll be writing chapter 2 soon
Just a regular old day at your school. You admit it. It sucked. You slammed your head on your desk. How much you HATED school. You only had like 2 friends and they are literary your ONLY friends. You hated almost EVERYTHING! The teachers, the homework and the annoying bad boys. The thing you hated the most was not the homework or bad boys, but the means girls! They ALWAYS get into your business, no matter WHAT.
It was lunch, your two friends got lunch detention so today you were alone. You usually carry a journal with the "Hetalia Dear Diaries" you only put the one that actually related to your life. You were writing "Dear diary, Today I..." Then a hand grabbed your book. It was your enemy, (RivalName) and her stupid little group. "What the hell is this?" she said. She rudely flipped through the pages. Oh shit! You just remember you wrote something about your feelings on (yourcrushthatyoudon'tlikeanymore). Apparently, she flipped to the page, and was READING IT! "so...You like him...HA! Too bad!" she threw the book in your face.
DAMN! You hated lunch! You wished your friends were there for you. No, you needed MORE friends.. Unless... the hetalia characters could come into the REAL world. But NO! They can't. They aren't real. If they were, they can be your best friends and get revenge on (rival). Also, they are all UNIQUE! They don't act like bitches! "UGH!" you screamed. You banged your head on the desk. (TeacherName) started at you. "(name), what's wrong?" your teacher asked. "Nothing really..." you answered.
You went home, with an almost 10 pound bag. Your classmates were being bitches again and got your teachers ANGRY! Angry teachers equal MORE HOMEWORK! You went up to your room , took your bag off and laid in bed. Staring at the ceiling, wondering how much fun it would be if the Hetalia countries were able to be in the REAL world. No more people bullying you, you and your friends can be POPULAR, being part of their group.
You sighed. Keep thinking, "Hetalia, Hetalia, Hetalia." you stared at your phone. It was 5:30pm. You should at least get started on homework. Tomorrow IS a day off. YAY! You have plenty of time to do your stupid school work. But, you want to roleplay, and have a happy life. One day of school off isn't enough. You need more roleplay in your damn life!
You were STILL VERY TIRED! Not even close to half your work was finished, also you REALLY wanted to roleplay. It was only 8:15pm, so you still got time. But sadly you were tired. You made a strict policy, you MUST finish ALL your work before you can roleplay. You had an extremely strong urge to. You REALLY want to roleplay. "I'll just take a 5 minute break.." you said to yourself.
-5 hours of Roleplay later-
You weren't sure how long you had been roleplaying. Until... "(y/n)! GET TO BED!" your mother called. "But it's only..." you look at your clock. NO WAY! How could it be 1:42 in the morning?! You then realized that 5 minutes of roleplay can turn into 5 hours of CRAP! You realized that you had unfinished work. THAT was the reason you made that strict policy.
You hated yourself. Hetalia was mainly pulling you away. If only if you can't get to Hetalia, but mainly Hetalia was your life! What if Hetalia can come to you? NO! NO! That is impossible! You were real, Hetalia is fictional! Unless the fourth wall would be broken. What if.. Hetalia could enter the real world, and it was paradise.
You heard your phone buzz. It was 2 in the morning, why would someone text you at this time. It was from an unknown number. You decided to read it, it must be a random roleplayer. When you opened it, there was a loud high pitched noise. The screen said "Let. Us. Out!" Then you saw a crack on your phone. NO! NOT A CRACK! As the noise got louder, the crack grew bigger. The mirror where you look at yourself for grooming started to crack too. So did the window. You heard tiny whispers. "Let. Us. Out!" The noise got louder and louder. Your screen burst open, the shards cut your hands, you were bleeding. Your eyes widen. No... I must be dreaming!? All this confusion, made you pass out.