Ciao! This is my first fanfic so the chapters are going to be really short and probably worthless. I you find yourself reading this, I'd love feedback.
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia. Just my characters Lani and Gissel.
Chapter 1
"That's so not fair," I whine.
"Yes it is. You are too disorganized and you know it," my best friend Gissel says bluntly. We were arguing about my inability to ever find anything I need.
"OK. So maybe that's fair, but…," I stop short, hearing voices I seemed to recognize.
"Get off me, you git," yells an angry British voice.
"But Angleterre, you know you can't resist me," purrs a very perverted sounding French voice.
"I know those voices," I murmur to myself.
"You do?" was all my friend says before I open the door to a dream come true.
"It's the hetalia guys!" I exclaim, winning the attention of everyone in the room. Staring at me were nations. I was so excited that I didn't even notice the whispers of 'Who's the crazy girl?' going around the room.
"Who?" is all Gissel says.
"Oh, right. You haven't seen it yet. These," I say pointing to the cute guys staring at us with confused looks, "are the personifications of countries."
Right as Gissel opens her mouth to say more, I hear a slightly peeved Brit ask, "How do you know who we are?"
I know this was really short, but I did warn you. So like I said earlier, I'd like feedback to help make it better. Future chapters will get longer and even if you guys hate my story I'll keep writing.
Grazie!