DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Hetalia: Axis Powers, Hidekaz Himaruya does. I only own this fanfiction.
NOTE: Both the Hetalia characters' (if applicable) human and country names will be used.
A Year at the World Academy…
Chapter 1:
It was now my first day of my sophomore year of high school and I was the lucky person to spend that year at the 'prestigious international school' World Academy W, a prissy school for international rich kids. However, the school was offering a scholarship last year, and I was DESPERATE to leave the U.S. of A for a year. To apply for the scholarship, of course, a lot of paperwork awaited me. Not only did I have to give a crap load of stuff, (copy of birth certificate, social security number, physical exam results, and all that good stuff…) but I had to write a dumbass essay on why I wanted this. Really, that is a retarded question if you think about it: do you think that I'd be applying if I didn't want to go? Oh well, but, unlike everyone else, I didn't bore the headmaster with all of the 'diversity and opportunity' crap. I know what you're thinking: "How the heck did this retard get in?" Well, dumb luck, I guess?
Like all prissy rich kid schools, the place was HUGE, I mean, HUGE. Not only did its library occupy an ENTIRE floor, but the dorms took up almost more than half of the campus!
Looking around, my face fell into despair, "I could REALLY get lost in a place like this…"
A bulletin board was set up in the main lobby, all of the sophomore students names were organized into individual sections: 2-A, 2-B, 2-C, and 2-D. Looking down the first two, I couldn't pronounce some of the last names. Luckily, my name was scribbled at the bottom of the 2-C list, almost like at my last school. They forgot about me on my first day: tsk, tsk, tsk…
"Hey! You must be new here!," a girly-looking guy with brown hair and blue eyes came running up to me, being an otaku, I could pretty much distinguish between girly-looking guys and manly-looking girls.
Sighing, I recited, "Yeah, I'm new, got a problem?"
He looked puzzled, "What?"
"Never mind.," I said. "So, where's the 2-C homeroom?"
"That's why I came to get you.," the guy explained. "It's just down this hallway, up the stairs-"
"O.K., can we just go?," I interrupted, letting him know that I wasn't in the mood for any crap this morning.
Along the way there, he explained that his name was Toris, and a bunch of crap about the school. Yeah, been there, done that, I drowned out his voice after he told me his name. The 2-C homeroom was located on the third floor, quite a trek from the lobby down below. Walking in through the door, a group of people ran up to me.
"Taiwan, is that you?"
"I didn't know that you'd be in my homeroom!"
"Guys, give her some air."
Pissed off already, I yelled, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
The annoying group of my classmates backed away.
"First: I'm NOT Taiwan, for your information. Second: Who the hell are you people?," I screamed back at them.
"She's not Taiwan?"
"Aww…I thought that Mei-chan would be in my homeroom this year…"
"Everyone!," Toris yelled, getting the attention of the class.
All eyes were directed at me, and I felt uncomfortable.
"This is the scholarship student:…," Toris began. "Wait, what's your name?"
"Jackie is my nickname, but that'll be fine.," I said.
"Oh, O.K. This is Jackie, she'll only be here for her sophomore year, as part of the scholarship she received. So, make this year count for her before she has to go-," Toris was interrupted.
"Where's she from?"
"She's Asian, right?"
"I'm Asian-American, and I'll say that much.," I my voice broke through the screaming classmates.
"Ohhhhhh…"
"Well, I guess you should just hang around until the teacher gets here.," Toris said.
"Sure.," I replied, it seems that he's the most sane of these people.
"Hi!," a blonde guy with glasses came running my way. "Let me be the first to say: Welcome to-"
"Alfred, don't scare her, she probably already thinks that you're an idiot.," another blonde, but with thick eyebrows, came up behind Alfred.
"Sorry.," Alfred apologized. "As Arthur said a few moments ago, I'm Alfred."
"Yeaaahhh.," one of my eyebrows raised in confusion. "I-a…gotta go."
With that said, I dashed out the door. Outside, I could hear Arthur screaming at Alfred like a madman, I was starting to regret having come here. Oh, and WHY the scholarship allows me to stay for a year? Well, I'm not paying for living expenses, food, tuition, or anything, do you think that a school like this would want to just throw a couple thousand dollars for me? I think not. I stood outside for another five minutes until the homeroom teacher came in. After the class settled down, Toris opened the door and signaled me to come in, AGAIN.
"Well, this is the new student-," the teacher began.
"We know, Toris already did the honors of exposing her to this insane class.," Arthur spoke up.
"O.K.," the teacher seemed annoyed at Arthur. "Well, she can go sit at that empty desk in the back."
Lovely, isolation is just what I needed on my first day in a new school. Sitting at the lone desk in the back, the teacher started taking attendance. Looking around, no one even gave a second glance at me. This sucked, the situation was almost identical to when I started at my old school.
"Jacqueline-," the teacher called.
"Here!," I said from the back of the classroom, the kids closest to me looked behind them to look at me.
The redhead guy to my right seemed very friendly, so I waved at him. The blonde to my left signaled the redhead to not make a scene and nodded in my direction. The shorter kid with jet black hair that sat in front of me just stared for a moment, and then turned his attention to the teacher. Some welcome.
Thank GOD for a magical thing called: lunch! On the first day of school, classes were a little delayed, so lunch came sooner than it usually would. Toris showed me where the cafeteria was, thank God, since everyone was rushing to just see their friends that they didn't have the time to help the new kid. We sat down at an empty table while everyone divided into their little cliques. This is how I saw it: the blondes stuck with other blondes, the Asians stuck with other Asians, and the weirdos stuck with other weirdos. As for me, I was stuck with Toris for now.
"So, where are you from?," he said to stimulate the conversation.
"I'm from New York.," I replied.
"Ah, 'The City that Never Sleeps,' no?," Toris replied.
"That name couldn't be any more accurate.," I smiled. "So, do they provide lunches here too?"
"Yeah, but you have to get your parents' permission first.," Toris said.
"Oh.," my face fell. "And let me guess: you have to pay-"
"No.," Toris continued.
"Really?," my face lit up, I could tell that there were stars in my eyes.
"Yeah.," Toris replied, embarrassed. "You could go to the office after your classes are done and mail the paperwork."
"Thanks!," I smiled. "Now I don't have to always make some piece-of-crap sandwich every morning. Back at my school, they made me pay $1.50 for their crap."
"Well, that sucks.," he said.
"Heeeelllo!," Alfred made a scene entering the cafeteria, with about three more blondes behind him.
"God, kill me now.," I sighed.
Alfred made his way over to the deserted table, "Hi, Jackie, I can call you Jackie, right?"
"Jackie, Jack, Jacqueline, whatever.," I replied with my head on the table. "Now what do you want?"
"I just want to talk to you.," Alfred sat down at one of the many seats at the table. "So, you're from America, right?"
"Yeah, New York.," I explained.
He started humming "New York, New York" and I giggled.
"Um, hi, I'm Matthew.," a guy that looked like a quiet version of Alfred said.
"Hi.," I said.
"He's Canadian.," Alfred said.
"Oooohhh, is it true that in Canada that people say 'eh' after their sentences?," I asked Matthew.
"Um, not really.," he said. "It's probably just a misunderstanding."
"These two…," Alfred said, pointing to Arthur and this other blonde guy that were sending death glares to each other. "…are Arthur and Francis."
"Hola.," I said.
"Ah, ella habla español.," this tan guy with brown hair walked over to the table, closely followed by a group of possible fangirls.
"Sí, yo tengo una clase en New York.," I replied, trying to cough out any accurate Spanish I knew.
"Bon jour.," Francis interrupted my conversation with the Spanish guy.
"What do you want?," I glared, this guy was most likely jerk, I could tell.
"Nothing, you just-," Francis continued.
"If it's pickup lines you're planning on, get lost.," I retorted, a couple 'Ooohhh!'s came from the growing crowd.
"Well, please excuse this idiot, he obviously doesn't have a clue on how to address a lady.," Arthur said, he was obviously English from his prissy accent.
"Um, I'd like to stay, but I have to go.," I stood up, getting my heavy blue book bag and left the cafeteria, ignoring the pleas.
Lunch at World Academy W lasted for an hour, which was awesome. In addition, we were allowed to leave campus to get our meal, as long as we came back, of course. A block away from the campus was a park, so I finished my grilled cheese sandwich there.
"Heello!," the redhead from homeroom came up to me, followed by his blonde and Asian-looking friends. "I'm Feliciano! Who're you?"
"Jackie.," I replied.
"Hey, Kiku! Is she a relative of yours?," Feliciano asked the Asian kid.
"No.," Kiku replied. "But, she looks a lot like Mei."
"Who's that?," I asked.
"Oh, she's Kiku's old girlfriend-," Feliciano explained.
"No, she isn't.," Kiku said, trying not to look angry.
"Excuse Feliciano's behavior, I'm Ludwig.," the tall blonde guy with blue eyes and glasses introduced himself.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I-," I tried to pry my way out of the conversation.
"Lunch isn't over for another half hour.," Feliciano said. "You don't like us?"
Oh great, now I felt guilty, "No! I-"
"Where do you have to go? Is it urgent?," Kiku asked.
"You know, it can wait.," I said. "So,-"
"Do you like pasta?," Feliciano enthusiastically asked me.
"Yeah, I love pasta!-," I replied, but was crushed by Feliciano's lethal hug. "Heeeelllp!"
Ludwig and Kiku had to pry me from Feliciano.
"I can tell that we're going to be friends, no?," Feliciano smiled.
"Um, yeah! Sure!," I was unsure of what to say, but I didn't want to be so cold-hearted and say no to him.
A bell went off in the distance from the campus, probably reminding us students that there are afternoon classes.
I stood up and walked toward the campus while waving good-bye to Ludwig, Feliciano, and Kiku, "See you later!"
The sunlight that burned the top of my head was starting to fade away with the gathering white clouds as I ran inside the huge building again.
The remaining afternoon classes went so smoothly, I couldn't believe my luck! After my Algebra II/Trigonometry class was over, I realized that everyone else was heading off to another class, rather than running off to their dorms. I asked my teacher about where everyone was running off to. She explained that nearly everyone was involved in one sort of club or afterschool thing, and suggested that I go about and find something to join, and I so did.
With the terrible sense of direction I have, I had no trouble in finding all of the possible clubs. At random, I found the cooking, sorcery, creative writing, art, and sports clubs without even trying. Towards the end of my search, I miraculously made it back to the lobby to hear some soft music coming from another room. Two grand double-doors led me to the huge school theater/auditorium, where the orchestra and drama club were rehearsing.
For a moment, I thought that my heart skipped a beat: music and theater in school? This was my freaking dream. I ran down the aisle to meet with the maestro commanding the orchestra. He was quite tall like Ludwig, wore glasses, and had brown hair.
"Um, excuse me?," I tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned around, "I haven't seen you around before, who are you?"
"I was wondering if I could join the orchestra.," I said.
"A new recruit, Roderich?," a lazy-looking guy with brown, messy hair and greenish-blue eyes came down from the stage.
"Yes, Heracles, but she wants to join the orchestra, not that cast.," Roderich said.
"Oh? But we're still trying to find our lead female role.," Heracles replied. "What does she play?"
"I play piano-," I started.
"Sorry, there's no piano part for this particular production.," Roderich explained.
"I also play violin-," I continued.
"Perfect, here's your part.," Roderich shoved a packet of music in my face.
Looking at the sheet music, I screamed.
"Hmph, too hard?," Roderich scoffed.
"You didn't tell me that we were doing "The Phantom of the Opera!"," I could tell that my eyes were sparkling as my blood rushed, really, I was getting really giddy and silly since I ADORE The Phantom of the Freaking Opera!
"Then can you play the notorious solo at the cemetery? No one here dares to look at it.," Roderich added.
"Um, I'm not too sure if-," I said.
"Whatever, we can just cut that out of the score-," Roderich said.
"No! We're not cutting anything out of the musical.," Heracles said.
"Not even the part where Phantom and Christine ki-," I stared at him.
"No.," he replied.
Suddenly, I felt insecure.
"Hey! Is that the new kid?," a student with a mask on, most likely the one playing as the Phantom, jumped down from the stage. "Hm, maybe she could play Christine?"
"No!," I nearly yelled. "Sorry, but I was just wanting to join the orchestra."
"Ah, it's O.K.," Heracles said. "We'll find a girl, EVENTUALLY, worthy of the role…"
I left the theater feeling guilty, not helping out the drama guys. Roderich said to look over my part for now since I just joined orchestra. Well, I guess that it'll be nice, my other school didn't have an orchestra. It had a band, but there's a difference between the two!
After I left the theater and headed outside, I could feel the slight drizzle intensifying as the number of raindrops increased.
"Aw, crap!," I exclaimed, running to the sanctity of the dorms.
Once inside the main building that led to the dorms, I walked up to the receptionist for my room key and number. She calmly typed something into her computer and then slid a key over to me. The room number was also engraved on the key: 379. 3, 7, and 9 are my favorite numbers, but my room number meant that I would have to trek a huge flight of stairs to the third floor to my room. Lovely…
As I opened the door, I was astounded at how freaking classy the room was, I mean, this is just a dorm room, not an apartment! The place even came with a small kitchen and bathroom! I would have to run downstairs, though, for laundry. Setting my stuff down, I looked around to notice that the school had already delivered my stuff here, that was nice of them. In one of the bags, I grabbed the pocky that I snuck onto the airplane. MWAHAHAHA…
I have to admit, this place just seemed like a dream, I could get used to this…
I mean, the students are a little weird, but I'm even weirder. MWAHAHA…
To be continued…
Note to AnonymousM: Yes, I picked "The Phantom of the Opera." Why? This is a high-class, prissy rich kid school, remember? They could send their students to the moon for all I care. XD