Notes: T-this is m-my first fanfiction that I've published… I'm not really 100% sure on how this works but I am going to try! The first chapter is rather short and doesn't really get into the plot yet…
As well, I'm far from the best writer and an amateur really, so reviews would be very, very helpful! Please tell me what you like and totally hate!
Thank you for reading!
It wasn't that I hated the idea of this "Hetalia" thing; It was just that, one, I wasn't really into the "wee-a-boo-Japan-desu-desu-yo" stuff, and, two, if I joined the fandom I'd be one of the only fanboys in the entire thing. Now, like I said, I actually thought that the prospect of personified countries interacting through friendships and stuff was actually pretty smart and witty.
…But anime is evil. Anime with thousands of "fangirls" is eviler… especially when you don't really have any friends. I learned my lesson when I drew a cute picture of Miku Hatsune in class-not that I think she's the best Vocaloid; Gumi will always be my favourite- and one of them cool BMX racers saw it. I got picked on for weeks. Despite the fact that it was nearly three years ago, when I was in grade six, I still do not take any risks of that again. Pretty much the only thing I'll do these days is listen to Vocaloid in secret... And even that is pretty rare.
My best and only buddy, Ron, keeps trying to coax me back into anime, as he's quite the… "atiki"… "atoki"… whatever the Japanese term for "nerd" is. Ron's a nice guy, though; if he gets the slightest hint that I'm starting to get annoyed with his ranting, he stops until a little while later, when I'm in better spirits, to dive into another one of his east-Asian frenzies.
But the day he talked about this "Hetalia" caught my interest. It sounded pretty good. Lo and behold, it actually was good. But just before I got into the fandom (I was starting with episodes from the subbed version of the anime, due to Ron's advice), I realized the ratio of fangirls to fanboys. It was pretty much ten-thousand to one. Fanboys were the smaller number. I decided right there and then that I'd rather spent my time improving my car-drawing skills. Ron was pretty disappointed, and tried to show me that was actually a fair amount of guys in the fandom, but his research kind of backfired.
Hence what led me into staring at the computer screen looking at a picture of the big-browed, tea-drinking blonde who goes by "England". I happened to take note in Ron's failed research that there were a lot of girls who swooned over the Brit. I couldn't see why. He was a lunatic that, in my opinion, is far from the best looking character in the series. Perhaps it was a character trait I had missed… Either that or a lot of girls need to get their eyes checked. Honestly. I just don't get how you could call the guy a "hot beast". I even tried to imagine myself as a fangirl and still convince myself that big brows were hot, especially not on that guy. I half-thought of asking what people saw in him on a fan-page or something, but my inner voice told me that, if I valued my life, I shouldn't do that. …And, like I said, I wasn't getting into the fandom until more guys did.
Suddenly, my door slammed open, causing me to jump ten feet out of my seat, and click on a picture of England, enlarging it.
"Erin, mom says you gotta go outside for at least an hour today." It was my younger brother, Stanley. He's two and a half years younger than me, going into grade seven in two months. Of the irony of it all, he was and probably still will be the most popular kids in his class, if not school… Despite the fact that he openly claims that Rin Kagamine is his favourite music artist. Of course Eminem comes in a very close second, but still… Perhaps it's because he's the typical cool sporty type with a strange sense of humor. I'm not really the athletic type, preferring to stay inside and go on the internet. But Mom's been getting on my case lately. She's been forcing me outside almost every day to "stop being a hermit". I kind of take that as "so you won't be fat with heart disease when your older", seeing as she used to be a health and physical education teacher.
I'm far from fat, more of a ninety-pound weakling really, but Mom doesn't like that either. Though when she tells me to go outside, I go outside. I tried to skip it without telling her once and… well; now I know not to disobey my mother. A frightening lecture followed by a week without computer got it through to my head.
"What the heck is that?" Stan had come up behind me as I turned around to close all my things. I almost choked when I saw what was on the screen. Was that England… dancing… shirtless… in a miniskirt? Something told me that I didn't want to know. I closed the internet, got up, and stumbled out of my room.
"I'm just gonna delete that from my memory…" Stan shook his head a little.
"Yeah… me too…"