First chapter, yay! I was listening to Romano's Delicious Tomato song the whole time while going through all the characters and putting them in pairing and arranging their living situations (which was WAY harder than it needed to be), and it kept distracting me.
Just so you know, all of your OC's will end up as friends. Eventually.
And seeing as most of you made your OC's like, 17 and 18 and stuff, I'll probably just completely ignore their ages, and they'll all be juniors. Everyone else's grades will be respective to their ages.
Disclaimer: All OC's belong to their respective owners, and I REALLY don't think I need to say anything about me not owning Hetalia.
Greenland didn't enjoy being in such a large school. She had originally wanted to attend a small private school out of the city, but Denmark had insisted that she go to the same school as her brothers. Normally, she would have enrolled in the school of her choice anyways, but she would rather not hurt her brother's feelings.
Starting a new school year at Hetalia World Academy wasn't anything special. It was the exact same faces, just with a different grade. Krystal already knew most of the countries attending from World Conferences, but she had never actually spoken to most of them, choosing to just sit quietly while everyone else bickered around her.
The fighting was something that she particularly didn't enjoy, and would have rather exited the room than sat there and listened, but she had always had at least a small flicker of hope that something would change, and something would get done for once.
At meetings, Krystal had always avoided a lot of the other nations, because a lot of them were incredibly loud, like America. And even though England had always complained about the American's voice level, his seemed to be just as bad most of the time.
Krystal always somehow managed to find herself pushed away from everyone else, sitting by the window, just watching the normal people on the streets below go through their daily lives, completely ignorant of the chaos ensuing right above them. The only company she ever had by the window was Canada, whom she had never once shared a word with, and they both just sat there, waiting for the meeting to end so they could get on with their lives.
She envied the normal people, how they never had to deal with the pressure of being a country. No, all they had to worry about was if their favorite football team would win a game or something, while nations were bombarded with fears of economic crashes, disease outbreaks, wars, the whole nine yards. Sure, some people worried about that stuff, but odds were they wouldn't be majorly affected, where as the personification of that country would be.
Denmark hadn't wanted Krystal to get a dorm room, but Krystal had promised him that she would stay with him over breaks, and he'd dropped the argument. She hadn't wanted to live 24/7 under her brother's gaze, and getting a dorm was one way to flee from it. Though now she had to worry about a roommate.
Krystal didn't want to be living with Mathais on breaks, but someone had to make sure he didn't burn down the whole apartment building, and when left to his own devices, this was a big possibility. During the week, she was forced to trust Lukas to prevent him from doing anything stupid.
She sighed as she pushed her way through the crowded hallway, filled to the brim with chattering students, all excited to find out their rooming situations, wondering who they would be spending the year staying with.
She paused when she reached a crowd of people crowding around a single notice board, and she guess that's where the room assignments were, and waited patiently for the crowd to disperse some before making her way up to the board.
Her gaze scanned the sheets of paper, searching for the S's.
"Ah, here it is." She thought, following "Krystal Steig (Greenland)" across the paper, finding that her room number was 204.
She quickly checked the map in her hands, and set off the find the hallway that led to the dorms, suitcase in hand. She hadn't brought much stuff, so she hadn't needed five suitcases, like a certain Frenchman she had seen and purposely avoided when she first entered the school.
The signs on the walls surprisingly proved to be a help, and she eventually found herself standing on the sky walk that connected the school and the dorms. She stopped and looked out the window, watching the other personifications and humans chatting on the garden pathway below where she stood, everyone making friends while they explored campus.
How they managed to fit such a big school in the middle of New York City was a mystery, and how they had gotten the trees and flowers to grow in such a short time between the construction of the school (which finished up just in time for the beginning of the school year) and today.
The grounds, from what Krystal could see, were really big. In the distance, you could see the glass panels of what had to be a greenhouse peeking out from behind the treetops. She decided to go check it out after unpacking, always wanting to find a quiet place to herself, and from the looks of the other students, none of them would really seem to be interested in something as trivial as a greenhouse.
Her gaze was interrupted by a body falling from the sky, and as quickly as it came into view, it disappeared, heading for the ground quickly. Krystal stepped closer to the window and watched the figure who lay in the crumpled heap on the ground below, who everyone was staring at, and who one kid threw a stone at.
The figure leapt up from his position on the ground and yelled at the boy, the mask that covered his eyes crooked, looking as if it would fall off any second. He straightened them and dusted off his uniform, not stopping until he appeared unscathed, and when he did he turned his attention up to the sky walk, shouting at something unseen.
Krystal heard a faint voice yell something back, than saw a girl leap across the gap between the sky walk and the building, for some reason choosing to jump instead of just turning the corner from where the sky walk and the dorm building met. She raised her middle finger at the masked man before lowering herself off the side of the building, grabbing a hold of the pipe to her left before sliding down.
Her curls bounced when her feet hit the ground, and they hadn't stilled by the time the taller man was upon her, still yelling. She ignored him and started down the dirt path, with the angry man at her heels.
Krystal blinked, and then grabbed the handle of her suitcase before continuing down the sky walk, heading for the open double doors. A few people were still pressed up against the window, watching the drama going on below, and Krystal was slightly annoyed about how they were so involved in others business.
The first thing Krystal noticed upon entering the dorms was the graffiti all over the walls. A big American flag covered most of the wall in front of her, which most people were lounging around on the couches facing, because the only part of the wall without paint was the giant flat screen T.V, with a fireplace right beneath it. Teachers were on step stools trying to scrub the various other flags off the walls, and Krystal identified them as the flags of the American states. In a corner, three teachers were ganging up on a single boy with a paint can and paint brush in his hands.
"You have absolutely not proof it was us!" the kid yelled, throwing out his arms, causing more paint to be splattered onto the once beige walls.
"Who else would paint the flags of the states onto the walls?" a teacher question, motioning all around the room, where some people had torn their attention from the television onto the arguing group. Others stopped on their way down the staircase that was at the side of the room, heading down to the first floor.
Krystal glanced to her left and looked down the hallway. From what she could see before the corner, it was just guys, pulling their luggage into their room and high fiving old friends. The plaque next to the hallway read "Boy's Dorms".
She took a breath and started walking down the hallway to her left, which was marked "Girl's Dorms". Most of the doors were open, and if you peeked inside you could see groups of laughing girls, all just hanging out. Hetalia World Academy was a big school, with a lot of students, most of who were in dorms. This explained why the dorms were so big.
Krystal ignored the chattering and the gossip as she searched for her room. She went around the corner of the hallway and noticed that this hallway was considerably quieter than the hall before it.
As she looked at the room number on the doors, she went over the information she read in a pamphlet over the summer. HWA had 1,000 dorm rooms, and each one had two students in it, meaning there were 2,000 borders at the school, there were a lot of people choosing to just get an apartment in the city rather than be forced to share a room with a stranger, so in all there were a LOT of student, as said before.
Krystal stopped in front of the room labeled "204" and started at the well polished numbers a second before turning the doorknob.
The room setup was simple, two beds, both pushed up against opposite walls with a nightstand between them, with a plain lamp resting on top. There was a slightly ajar door on the right side of the room, and from what Krystal could see, it was a bathroom. There were two old dressers on each wall, and a single wooden chair in the corner of the room.
The only thing that made this room different from others was the blonde man lecturing a smaller girl, also blonde.
"...And so no matter how much he asks you to become one with him, you must say no. If you can help it, dont even get near him. Don't talk to France, he will rape you." the man paused for a moment, "You should also stay away from the Italians, the Germans, just the Europeans in general. Don't talk to America because hes America and don't talk to Canada because they are related."
The smaller girl's egar nodded ceased when she noticed Krystal was in the room. She pushed herself off the bed she had claimed on the left side and walked past the still talking man, heading towards her.
"Guten tag, I'm Liechtenstein. You can call me Lili." She held out her hand, and Krystal took it after a moment of hesitation. "This is my big bruder, Swizterland." When Lili turned her head to motion to her brother, her purple ribbon bounced a bit, before settling back into place. Krystal remembered how when she had worn ribbons they would never stay in place.
"Greenland. But my name's Krystal." Krystal spoke softly, sliding her hand out of Liechtenstein's. She didn't know how to act around other girls, never knowing if something she said would hurt them in any way. She crossed her arms and noticed Switzerland staring at her. "What?"
"You are related to Denmark?"
"Yes."
Switzerland turned to Liechtenstein, "Stay away from her, too." He then walked out of the room.
Krystal felt her eyes narrow as he walked out of the room, and Liechtenstein apologized for his behavior. Liechtenstein wasn't normally a talkative person, Krystal could tell, but she kept up the one-sided conversation, because Krystal wasn't making any effort to keep it going, only responding rarely while she unpacked, placing the few things she had into the dresser on her side of the room.
Liechtenstein's chatter finally stopped when she announced she was going to find her friend, or boyfriend, or something. Krystal wasn't really listening.
She enjoyed to silence for a moment until she decided to do some exploring, wondering what the quickest way to the greenhouse she saw earlier would be.
Kind of a short first chapter, I made this mostly just an introduction for Greenland, and you see a bit of Crete in here, too. Next chapter will focus on more characters than this one did, I'd have put more of Crete in there, but I was gone pretty much all day and I wanted to get this chapter up before today ended, soooo yeah. Let me know if I got Greenland right! And if what I was doing so far for Crete was okay.
So, I've learned that I'm going to Anime Weekend Atlanta in September, I'll be going as England and Liechtenstein :) Or maybe Romano.