Hi! So, I'm part of this program called the U.S Naval Sea Cadets (its like JROTC, but its Navy based). And as part of the program, I had to go to a mock boot camp that was two weeks long last summer. I thought, what if the characters of Hetalia had to go to boot camp? They would have to learn how to work as a team to get through it. The pairings I plan to do are GerIta, JapCan, FrUk, Spamano, PruHun or AusHun (I haven't decided, I may take a vote if I really can't decide), and RusAme. I also gender bent Canada, America, Italy and France. Things may change as I write this based on how things go. If you don't like the pairings either deal with it or don't read it. :) Thanks! I hope you enjoy the story.
On a Sunday afternoon after church, Feliciana decided to go through her old things in the attic. Her husband Ludwig was working out in the yard. After some rummaging and moving things around, she found a long green metal box. It contained a seabag, some pictures, answer sheets, uniforms, and what Feliciana was most interested in... She found an old book. It was her journal from recruit training when she joined the Navy long ago.
Feliciana smiled as she flipped through the pages. She could still remember it all so clearly. She never would have met Ludwig if it weren't for her enlisting. She also wouldn't have made friends with everyone else there. It was very difficult, but she made it through and she made a lot of memories there.
Feliciana closed the footlocker and headed to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tea. When she got to the living room, she got comfortable on the couch and began reading her journal.
Ludwig finished mowing the lawn and came inside. The coolness of the air conditioned house felt good to his body after being in the hot sun. After obtaining a glass of water, he walked into the living room and saw his wife. "Hey Feli, what are you reading?" he asked.
Feliciana jumped up from the couch. "Veeee! Ciao Ludwig!" She ran over to him and jumped into his arms. "I was bored so I went through my old things and found this!" she exclaimed showing Ludwig the journal. "It's my journal from recruit training."
"Ah, ja that was quite a while ago."
"Vee! Yes it was! And I don't regret it at all, that's when I met you Ludwig!"
Ludwig smiled, "Ja, I guess we would not be here right now if you didn't go," he swept her off her feet and kisses her softly.
They sat down on the couch and Feliciana cuddle up next to Ludwig. She knew that some of her entries might be a bit embarrassing, but she didn't care. She trusted Ludwig with her life. Anyway maybe they could have a few good laughs. She opened the book and the two read it until the end, reminiscing on the past.
Feliciana boarded the bus from the airport. Her flight had a delay so she was late. She wore the uniform that was sent to her and carried her heavy seabag aboard the bus.
"Hey curly! Hurry up! We don't have all day!" the bus driver yelled. The man was tall, had short brown hair and wore glasses. Did he just call her curly? She couldn't help that her hair just naturally curled that way. Despite feeling slightly offended, Feliciana continued, "Yes sir!" she yelled as she ran to find an open seat. All the seats were fully occupied except one where a girl with short golden brown hair styled in a bob, and had bright blue eyes sat. "Is it alright if I sit here?"
"Sure dude!" the girl exclaimed.
"Quiet down back there!" the driver yelled. Feliciana found it amusing that the driver had music playing. Especially because it was classical. 'What kind of accent is that?' Feliciana wondered. 'German? Austrian?'
She sat down quickly and the bus sped off. "So what's your name? I'm Feliciana Vargas. I guess we'll be going by last names though."
"I'm Alfreda Jones! It's great to meet you!"
"Vee! Nice to meet you too!" she replied cheerfully. She was scared about what was to come throughout the next thirteen weeks, but she kept telling herself that she wouldn't be alone. That was enough to get her through it.
In front of Feliciana and Alfreda were a blonde girl who looked much like Alfreda but with longer hair that was pulled back in a bun and a boy with short black hair. The girl was crying.
"H-Hey are you alright?" Feliciana asked the girl.
"That's my sister Matthia..." Alfreda sighed. "She's always like this."
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be nice to her." She put a hand on Matthia's shoulder. "Veee, what's wrong?"
Matthia turned around. "I-I can't do this... I'm so scared, I'm going to fail, I-I won't make it..." she continued to cry.
"Remember, we're all in the same situation. We're all nervous, even those who won't admit it. But we're all going to make it through. Isn't the military all about camaraderie?" Feliciana handed Matthia a tissue.
"I-I suppose..."
Feliciana smiled. "Veee! Good. Everything will be alright."
The boy with black hair wasn't speaking. He seemed to not really acknowledge anything that was happening. He seemed to be off in his own little world.
The bus soon came to a sudden stop. The doors opened and the driver got up and walked out. "GET OUT! NOW!" he yelled.
Everyone got up as fast as they could putting their heavy seabags on their backs and got out as fast as they could.
"HURRY! YOU CAN GO FASTER THAN THAT!" the driver yelled. 'GET IN AN ORDERLY LINE, FEMALES IN THE FRONT! AND HURRY UP WILL YA!"
The recruits did exactly as they were told. They got into a straight line, 'So there are nine females...' Feliciana thought. The driver went to the front of the line. "NOW LISTEN AND YOU LISTEN GOOD! I am leading you to the gymnasium where check in and seabag checks will take place. You will dump out all the contents of your seabag and show it to the person checking you in. Any contraband items will be confiscated until the end of training. After you check in you are to go to your barracks and meet your shipmates. You will be living together for the next thirteen weeks so get to know them. DO YOU UNDERSTAND RECRUITS?!"
"YES SIR!" the company shouted back.
Feliciana quietly sighed. The other recruits took those orders as just orders, but how she interpreted it was 'Welcome to thirteen weeks of hell.'
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