Warning - May contain a socially inept, rather awkward teenager. If you are offended by this, Please grow some balls and read it anyway.


Anastasia's POV

It's kind of insane, really - I don't quite know how I got into this situation. Why was it me that was ripped away from my old life, and forced to live in a different world until I could obtain the obtainable, like in some kind of poorly written Mary-Sue fan fiction? I could only wrack my brains on how my life had ended up like this.

Well, let me indulge you into the happenings of that day. It had been like any other normal day - at least at first, anyway. I was woken up to the screeching sound of my alarm clock that seemed to glare at me, flashing aggressively in the darkness of my room. It was 6:30am, and I groaned at the harsh noise, before feeling blindly to turn it off again, in order to stop the dreadful noise attacking my poor, unfortunate ears. I gave the clock a rude gesture - then I cringed, glad that no one was there to see me flipping off an inanimate object.

After about an hour or two of my mother coaxing me out of bed - Would you call screaming at me to submit to her will 'coaxing'? I don't think so either - I got dressed for school. Staring at the mirror, I pulled faces at myself like the insanely mature person I was, my light blue eyes holding childishness - though they were dulled with the lack of sleep I was getting lately. Falling out of my bed, I decided I was ready to start the day.

I ripped the hairbrush through my long, white-blonde mess I liked to call my hair, still as tired as when the alarm clock assaulted me - But today, there was a different feeling mixed in. Of course, there was the same tired annoyance and agitation of every other school morning. However, the feeling of being watched among the wreck of my sleep deprived brain - yes, that was new. Despite being a girl of many flaws, Paranoia wasn't normally one of them. So when I found myself searching for a figure in the corner of my eye, I knew there wasn't something quite right.

Even though I felt the way I did, the day wouldn't stop for me, therefore I had to be dragged along with it. The day continued, but the feeling of being watched never ceased. I sort of expected some kind of criminal offender to jump out at me at any given minute...
Yes, I did realize these were not normal thoughts for a teenage girl.
Nevertheless, I had to carry on with the day. So I hauled my sorry ass to school, albeit not very enthusiastically - I didn't participate much in my friends conversations when we finally got to see the scruffy, dirty cream walls of the cafeteria, leaving them to talk about who had slagged who off for sleeping with some man whore, whilst my eyes scanned the room shiftily. I oh-so-cleverly noted that whilst I jerked my head around the room searching for an escaped convict who I had suspected was following me, I was worrying my friends, and convincing everyone that I was, in fact, a crack addict.
"Anastasia?" My friend asked hesitantly. To this day, I can't even remember which one of them had asked. I was in a world of my own by now, plagued by a stupid, unnecessary feeling of being spied on. I nodded whilst mumbling some sort of response (which probably came out as "Msfffphhherrrdmpfeerrgqgqg?", which wasn't really helping my case).
"You haven't spoken at all since you sat down .. Are you okay?" Another unnameable friend asked. They were obviously not used to this. I was normally coming out with various nonsensical comments - Ones that to others would just show lackluster intelligence, which wasn't necessarily true ..

Okay, it was, but In my defense, It wasn't like I was paying attention most of the time, anyway - I was In my own little world, only coming out of it to blurt out the more strange thoughts I would have. That's probably why I scared people off. That was fine by me, I didn't like people anyway.
Yes, when people deciphered what I was saying - It's like I spoke a different language to most people, I swear - they would think I was strange - and they were baffled on how such an airhead like me had such a wide knowledge of the English word.

I did try to fit in though, occasionally. Not that it helped. Even when I did try to keep up with the language of my peers, It was in vain - I still managed to sound like a dork most of the time - the way I spoke contrasted quite significantly with my airy attitude. In fact, I had a boy come up to me in school once and call me a 'Right posh wanker.' Charming.
Anyway, the point I was previously trying to convey was, my friends were probably unnerved with the unusual silence I was keeping up. Trying to snap out of whatever daze I was currently under, I managed a coherent reply.
"I'm fine, I'm just a bit tired, that's all." I murmured, still glaring at my surroundings. I was always one to trust my gut feeling, and it was telling me that something was wrong. I just needed something, anything to confirm this suspicion.
A sudden feeling of embarrassment went through me. For Christ sake, what was I hoping to find in this little episode I was having? Just because I had the inkling that someone had been watching me today, I was even ignoring my friends to search for a confirmation, which probably wasn't even obtainable -

Then I saw it. Through the window. A figure of a man, staring through the cafeteria. He was obviously of an Asian ethnicity, and there was something about him that made him appear more fluid than a normal human being should. My eyebrows shot up in disbelief and confusion. I didn't alert him to anyone's attention at first, for he could have been anyone - the school gardener, a janitor, a nosy parent .. I was just being unusually paranoid, that was all.. Dear lord, I really needed mental help.

Before I knew it, lunch had finished - I hadn't touched the food I had bought, and it was now stone-cold. The bell rung and people filed out of the cafeteria in their little cliques.
I murmured goodbye to my still-concerned friends, and left for my last lesson of the day, which was English, which was something I was relatively good at - Maths, or anything academic, was a bane on my existence. Not that I could concentrate on any schoolwork at that present moment, academic or otherwise.
I could see the figure again. I could tell he was young, and was definitely not a school gardener, or a janitor, or a nosy parent. In fact, I wasn't even sure if he was even affiliated with the school in any way whatsoever. I wondered if I should notify my English teacher to this unnerving situation, but decided against it. I was beginning to suspect that I had just gone mad, and that there was in fact no one there in all actuality.
And so I left school in a confused daze, in fear for either my safety if this man was stalking me - or my mental health if he wasn't.

"Mother, i'm home!" I yelled half-heartedly , shutting the door behind me. I slung off my school shoes and fell onto the couch, turning on some mind-numbing sitcom, trying to forget the figure stalking me today - and the ever present feeling of the same figure being around here somewhere.

It was all so overwhelming. I had never been susceptible to such paranoia, and now I was sure I was being stalked by some sort of shifty Asian man. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at the predicament I was in. And then I sighed, trying to reassure myself. How could I be so sure I wasn't imagining all of this?
Shaking my head, I went to the kitchen, preparing to make myself a coffee to calm myself down, if only for a little while.
Not that it worked for long.
"Anastasia!" My mother yelled down to me. "Go to the shops, get a few frozen Pizzas, will you? I don't think I will be able to cook tonight ... I've got so much to do ..." The end of the sentence was more her mumbling to herself than talking to me. I sighed. 16 years of knowing this woman (Yes, you are right to assume I am 16 years old) and she still called me 'Anastasia'.
Dad would call me 'Stacy', my friends would call me 'Anne' - Hell, even that Russian PE teacher I had, who was always making fun of me for what he considered my short height of 5'3 (Technically I was 5'3 and 1/2, but that hardly made much difference to anyone), called me 'Nastia'.. Granted, I think he just kept reading my name wrong off of the register - I mean, what kind of nickname was Nastia?
Anyway, more to the point, my mother had for most part been incredibly formal with me.
My Dad on the other hand, had always devoted his time to me (when he was at home, at least) seeing as I was his only child. However, Mother .. She never really had much time for me. Or anything else, for that matter. She was always stuck in the study, carrying out paperwork.
Rolling my eyes, I drunk what was left of my coffee, and grabbed my mothers purse from her bag on the kitchen table. "Alright Mom, I'll be back in a minute!" You can not imagine how awkward the word 'Mom' sounded on my lips. Dad was easier to say, as me and my father did not have the same boundaries my mother had created between her and myself.

I braced the harsh wind outside with a heavy feeling in my chest. I had the slightest inkling I had forgotten something. I pushed it to the back of my mind, pinning it on my longing to be back inside the comfort of my home. Luckily, the supermarket was just a few minute walk away from my house, so I could get back to watching idiotic sitcoms and that new 'Jeremy Kyle USA' in no time.
I made it into the shop without many complications - although there was a rather greasy teenager working there who seemed to be staring at me, but I shall spare you readers of the uncomfortable details - and I just picked up 2 pepperoni pizzas, payed for them as quick as I could in order to get away from the gaze of the greasy teenager, and shuffled out awkwardly.
Managing the shopping bag on my arm, I began crossing the road, when my phone started ringing. "Draw a circle, that's the Earth, Look closely, that's the Earth, Might that be the Earth, I am Hetalia ..." What can I say? I'm a shameless Hetalia addict. Sue me.
On second thought, please don't sue me. I'm poor.
Maybe it was fate, maybe it was just sheer stupidity that made me check my phone in the middle of the road that day. Granted, it was something I'd normally do, being the airhead that I was.
I looked at the number, only to be confused. Unknown.
It was then when things got out of hand.
A sudden, deafening sound of a Transit Van honking into my ears caught my attention. I immediately dived with all the elegance and grace of a one-legged sloth, to try to get to the safety of the other side of the road - but to no avail.
Everything started going in slow motion. In a moment of inappropriateness, I wondered who would deliver the pepperoni pizza to my parents.
The heavy machine swerved, making a gut wrenching screeching sound, trying desperately to avoid hitting me. However, we had both been at the wrong place at the wrong time. The force of the vehicle driving into my side caused immense impact, hitting me with a smack.
If only I hadn't went to answer my phone ...
It was then realized what I had forgotten.
Right in the corner of my eye, I saw a figure of a shifty looking man, who looked to be of Asian decent, putting his phone into the back pocket of his trousers.
Moaning in pain as I was jolted through the air, I remember yelling out in a frustrated, furious tone "You Bastard!", before blacking out.
And that was the last of the real world I was going to see for a long time.


Wooo! My First Hetalia fanfic! Do you like the awkwardness of my main character? Anyone? ... No?
Anyway, This is fun to write. But, I am kind of like a review Jew - so uhhh review please, or my motivation to continue will cease to exist. *Sigh* I welcome constructive criticism, And I actually need any ideas for this story - I will probably experience writers block in the forseeable future, as I have no idea where this fic is going. So yeah .. Reviews are love:D There will not be any Yaoi in this story, I'm afraid - and even if there is, there will not be much, and it will not make an impact on the story whatsoever. Just saying.
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