AN: This idea has been bothering me for a while so I was thinking of actually writing it. This actually ends up being a Gakuen Hetalia fanfic later on. This is my first APH fanfic so I hope it isn't too bad. The plot is similar to the plot of Everyday by David Levithan but I put my own twist to it. It's a really nice book! Btw, I do not own APH nor any of the characters except Stephanie and the other characters I will introduce later on. Thank you :)
I knew from the very beginning that I was different. Even before I set a foot inside the meeting hall, I knew I was a different case from everybody. But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Stephanie or Steph. Or at least, that is my human name. I don't really know which country I am or which country I will become next.
Confusing right? Believe me, I don't really get it either.
Ever since I was born, the only thing I ever knew about myself was my age, gender and my human name. My hair and eyes change almost every month. It was like a disease of some sort. The only thing I'm sure of is that I am a female and it's always been like that.
I always changed country, I don't exactly know why. I found out a couple of years ago that this is not the case for the other countries. I was different.
And because of that, I never attended any of the world meetings. If my boss ever forced me to go to the meetings, I would pretend to be sick with a cold or something, which is a pretty lame excuse considering countries almost never get sick unless the country itself is having an economic crisis. But my bosses usually just buy it and allow me to take a day off. Well, until now.
"Ms. Philippines, I am begging you! Please go to the meeting! It is very important that you must go. I heard from the other presidents of the other countries that there will be a big announcement. This is not the time to have a day off." my current boss said, looking at me straight in the eye.
Today, I was currently the Republic of the Philippines. I quite liked being the Philippines. The people here were generally nice and hospitable and the scenery here was beautiful. I am the female counterpart of Juan, who is the original Philippines. For this month, I am taking his place.
And no, Juan isn't dead. He's just in a deep sleep and will wake up when I change into another country. The other countries seem to forget he exists when they see me. It's like my existence is magic. Confusing, I know.
Not everyone knows about my problem. I usually only tell my boss about what is going on and what happens to the original country. They usually take it well, and I make them forget about it when I leave with a little magic. I can't let too many people know about it. It's still my secret.
I look at my boss and study him well. "You are making me go, no matter what, aren't you?"
My boss smiles and pats my shoulder. "I knew you would understand. Your flight leaves in an hour. The meeting this time will take place in the US. It will be a very long flight. Bring a week's worth of clothes. Now go get ready!"
I sigh and nod. "Yeah okay whatever you say boss." I salute and head out of the office.
Wow. I was going to the United States. I've never actually been there before, nor have I become the United States before. From what I know, it is a very modern country. I wonder how the country himself is like…
I finally find the exit and hail a taxi to drive me home. My home was very close to my boss's office so I still had about 50 minutes to pack and leave on the plane.
10 minutes later, I arrive at my house. Paying the taxi driver and telling him to wait, I walk up the small steps and open the door.
Gotta move fast and pack quickly. I thought. Don't want to miss the plane!
Stuffing my suitcase with clothes and other necessities, I hurriedly climb down the steps and dump my luggage into the trunk.
"I think that's all… OH PUTANG INA! (1)" I curse, telling the driver to wait again. I run up to my house and hurriedly looked for my uniform.
"Stupid military uniform. Why do I even have to wear it?" I mumbled, grabbing it from the closet and running back outside to the awaiting taxi. As if we were even going to fight each other that much. I mean, what do they think this is, WW2?
"Saan na, miss? (2)" The driver asked.
I sigh. Now or never. "Sa Ninoy Aquino Airport, po. (3)"
He nods and we head off.
I have a feeling this meeting is going to end up really badly.
Translations:
1. It's a Filipino swear word. If you really want to know what it means, search it :P
means, "Where to, miss?"
3. To Ninoy Aquino Airport, mister. "Po" is what Filipinos use to address someone respectfully.
AN: Hope this isn't too boring. It gets better after this (I hope)! It's just a prologue so far.
