A/N: Well, first off, I would like to thank everyone who added me to their author's alert when I finished Representation. I love all the chapter ideas I've gotten, and if anyone has some more suggestions, I'd love to hear them!
Uh… if you didn't read Representation, I suggest you go back and do that. I'll be making a lot of references to that throughout this story.
Right, semi-important stuff…
Full Summary: Sequel to Representation. Kind of a college AU, kind of not. The nations begin another year of college, but this time they remember who they really are. They must try to keep their secret from random inquisitive outsiders and curious teachers…and it's not going to be easy. It's almost as if everyone can sense the presence of the nations inside our unfortunate crew. Yes, it should be an interesting year indeed.
Characters:
Italy Veneziano / Feliciano Vargas
Italy Romano / Lovino Vargas
Germany / Ludwig Beilschmidt
Prussia / Gilbert Beilschmidt
Japan / Honda Kiku
America / Alfred F. Jones
Canada / Matthew Williams
England / Arthur Kirkland
France /Francis Bonnefoy
China / Wang Yao
Russia / Ivan Braginski
Lithuania / Toris Laurinaitis
Latvia / Raivis Galante
Estonia / Eduard von Bock
Spain / Antonio Fernandez Carrido
Austria / Roderich Edelstein
Poland / Feliks Łukasiewicz
Finland / Tino Väinämöinen
Sweden / Berwald Oxenstierna
Hungary / Elizabeta Héderváry
Holy Roman Empire / Romischen Heiligen (AKA Roma)
Oh, and then there's Z, my OC. No, she's not a country.
And for your personal amusement, the dorm assignments:
Alfred/America and Arthur/England
Eduard/Estonia and Raivis/Latvia
Elizabeta/Hungary and Z
Feliciano/Veneziano and Romischen/Holy Rome
Gilbert/Prussia and Ludwig/Germany
Kiku/Japan and Roderich/Austria
Lovino/Romano and Antonio/Spain
Matthew/Canada and Francis/France
Tino/Finland and Berwald/Sweden
Toris/Lithuania and Feliks/Poland
Yao/China and Ivan/Russia
Now that's out of the way…
Let's get on with the show, shall we?
Warnings: Just general randomness
Prologue Start
"I can't believe it's the last day before school starts…" Alfred moaned, laying across the desk in his dorm.
Even though they were, or had been, on summer vacation, the school had let them stay on campus. It's not like they had anywhere else to go. They had even been given their dorm assignments for the next year.
"We've gotta do something big today…we've gotta-" Alfred either suddenly stopped because he had an idea, or he finally realized that he had been talking to himself.
The blonde headed American almost flew down the stairs and gathered his friends in the lobby.
"What's go you so excited, mon ami?" Francis asked, noting the excited light in his friend's eyes.
"I know what ere gonna do today, guys!" Alfred said happily. "We gotta end the summer with a bang and I know how!"
"Would you mind sharing your plan, comrade?" Ivan asked.
"We're gonna get kicked out of Wal-Mart!
"…isn't that next to impossible?" Arthur asked. "Personally, I've seen some pretty weird stuff there…"
"I promise dude. It'll work." Alfred said with a reassuring smile. "What do you think?"
"Well, it's worth a try, right? Who knows? It could be like, totally fun!" Feliks said.
Time Skip
Alfred began to hand out pieces of paper to the members of the group once they arrived in the parking lot. "Now, Z couldn't be here today, but everyone else is expected to participate. If you don't…I'll think of something. Ok, so here we go. You have to read your paper out loud."
Feliciano received his paper and looked up at Alfred. "Vee~ I have-a number 193! 'Claim isle three as your 'secret lair''!" He nodded to himself. "Sí, ok!"
Lovino got the next paper. "Um… oh **** this…number 122. 'Draw mustaches on all the pictures and mannequins'… Do you think I'm ******* obsessed?"
The comment was ignored and Ludwig was graced with the next paper "Number 165. Steal guns und ammo und shoot all ze TVs you can find… No vay! I'm not doing zat! I'd rather take vhatever Alfred can come up vith."
"Fine, bro…whatever…" Alfred sighed.
Gilbert got his paper next. "Kesesese~ Number 49! Randomly start putting different sized undergarments in people's carts."
Alfred handed the next paper to Kiku. "Oh, um, number 323…Put a rot of matches and gasorine in your car, then smire at peopre… Oh… I wirr see what I can do…"
The American took the following paper. "Number 156. 'Ride a horse on a stick toy thing and have your friend pull you around the store on a skateboard while you scream, "The British are coming! The British are coming!"'"
"Oh, how fitting…" Arthur muttered.
Matthew received the next slip of paper. "Oh, uh… Number 289… Go up to an employee, ask for an application, and where it says 'goals' write down 'to take over Wal-Mart'." He read quietly.
The next piece of paper was given to Arthur. "Number 23. 'While walking around alone, pretend someone is with you and get into a very serious conversation'… This is because none of you can see Flying Mint Bunny, isn't it?"
"Well, I can see him sometimes…" Alfred admitted. "But that's not the point."
Francis got the following paper. "Number 37. While no one's watching, quickly switch ze men's and women's signs on ze doors of ze restroom."
Yao got the next paper. "304. Bring scissors and glue, aru. If anyone asks, tell them you are fulfilling your dream of giving Wal-Mart make-over, aru."
Ivan got the biggest paper. "Number 330, da? 'Buy a fake but expensive-looking vase, ex. A cheap glass pot. Fill it with some ash and soot. Then take t to an employee, bump into him and drop it so it shatters. Then keep screaming at him that it was your mother and you will sue him for everything he owns, and tell him he has to pick it up then and there or he will be cursed for 10 years.' I can do this, da?"
Toris accepted the next paper. "Number 68… 'Run through the make-up department and yell "There's a dead body in isle 3!"'"
Raivis timidly took the following paper. "Um…Number 11… W-When someone asks if you n-need help, begin to cry and a-ask "Why won't you people just leave me alone?""
Eduard got the next paper. "Number 33. 'Glare menacingly at anyone who comes within 40 ft of you. Then hiss like a snake and act like you're going to bit them.'…"
Antonio was handed the next paper. "Number 189. 'Throw tomatoes at people and then tackle them.'"
Roderich was next. "Number 172. 'Start playing the violin.'"
Feliks was up after that. "Number, like, 156. 'Put preppy stuff, like short skirts and whatnot into old men's carts when they aren't looking.' Righteous~!"
"The next one's for Tino and Berwald. Oh, and Artie? I made arrangements for one of your relatives to help us out with this." Alfred said.
Tino read the paper because no one could really understand it if Berwald read it. "Number 66! 'Take a friend with you and a younger child and start arguing over who gets custody then have the child run away and out of the store and yell '[insert name here] COME BACK!'"
Elizabeta got the next paper. "Number 142. 'Put women's clothes into men's carts.'"
"…and here you go, little guy." Alfred said, giving Roma the last paper.
"…I'm not that short…" Roma muttered before reading the paper. "Number 263. 'Go to the food section, take all of the boxed items out, and stack them up to make a fort. Glue can help. And creating a 'distraction' elsewhere for the employees to handle while you work does too…' What makes you think I'll do that?"
"Just eat this and we'll be fine." Alfred said, handing him a bar of chocolate.
Roma reluctantly took the chocolate.
"So, if you need anything, go get it, and meet in the Wal-Mart parking lot in an hour." Alfred said to the group.
Time Skip
"We're just waiting on one person…" Alfred said, glancing around.
"Z?" Yao asked.
"No… She actually has family to stay with."
"Cheerio, everybody!" a voice called from the other side of the parking lot.
"There he is!" Alfred said.
"P-Peter?" Arthur cried in disbelief.
"Peter Kirkland, at your service!" Peter called. He got closer to the group and said quietly, "But why can't you just call me Sealand?"
"We're undercover right now." Tino told him.
"Right! Human names, I've got it." The micro-nation said.
"You know everyone here, right Peter?" Alfred asked.
"Yeah, I think so… Except for him." Peter pointed towards Roma.
"Oh, that's the Holy Roman Empire!" Feliciano chirped. "Err… the new one."
"My human names is Romischen Heiligen, but you can call me Roma." Roma said. "I'm kind of a micro-nation too."
"Cool! So, nobody really knows who you are either?" Peter asked.
"…sort of…"
"You're kinda like Mr. Germany…"
"Just wait a few more minutes… He'll be a total spazz." Alfred said.
"Woah, seriously?" the small Kirkland asked.
"Yup. Ok, so, dudes! Let's get going!" the American said, obviously excited.
Time Skip
Raivis got his assignment down rather quickly. He started sobbing as soon as an employee approached him, he was so nervous.
PERSPECTIVE CHANGE
Arthur was casually strolling through a random isle when Flying Mint Bunny zipped around the corner. "Hello, Flying Mint Bunny!"
"Hello, England~! Say, did you ever have that talk with America?" The bunny asked.
"W-What do you mean? Of course not! I was drunk when I thought about that." Arthur snapped back.
"Maybe we should talk about your drinking problem then…"
"I don't have a drinking problem!"
"Then why did you instinctively go to the liquor isle?"
"Shut up!"
The conversation, or more correctly labeled, 'argument' went on for several minutes before an employee noticed and kindly asked Arthur to leave.
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Eduard instinctively went towards the electronics section but then remembered he had a task. He sighed and went about his normal Wal-Mart routine even though he knew he would most likely not be buying anything. When someone came near him he glanced over hesitantly. I can't do this… Eduard thought. I'd rather take whatever Alfred can think of…
The Estonian simply bought the new hard-drive he had needed and returned outside.
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"Ohonhonhon~" Francis muttered to himself as he approached the unsuspecting bathrooms. He made sure no customers were nearby and quickly swapped the signs on the doors.
Francis practically skipped away and took shelter in a nearby isle. A few minutes later, he heard the almost cartoonish scream telling him that someone had fallen for his trap. He started laughing, almost maniacally. He stopped laughing, however, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Sir…by the way you're laughing, is it safe to assume that this was your doing?" the employee asked, gesturing to the bathroom.
Francis nodded gleefully. The purpose was to get kicked out…
"Yeah, I'm going to have to ask you to leave…"
"Gladly." Francis said.
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"Kesesese~" Gilbert laughed quietly as he staked out the perfect position from which to drop the items he collected into unsuspecting carts. The albino climbed up on top of an isle divider and quickly dumped the items into separate carts.
The 'Prussian' laughed at the victims' faces when they found the new objects they had received. Unfortunately, or maybe not, Gilbert didn't have enough time for a second round before he was escorted out.
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Berwald, Peter, and Tino stood where the small island nation would have a near perfect shot to the main exit.
Tino and Berwald made quite a show of their argument, and Tino even got Berwald to shout at him a few times. Quite frankly, it scared the Finnish boy and he hoped he never had to hear that tone of voice from the Swedish man ever again. The argument ended with Peter loudly declaring that he hated both of them and sprinted for the exit.
"Peter! Come back!" Tino cried, starting to run after the micro-nation.
Berwald firmly grabbed Tino's arm and gave him a glare that clearly said to everyone else, 'look what you did…' Needless to say, there was much apologizing about the whole event after they were politely asked to leave and take care of their personal problems elsewhere.
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Toris took a deep breath and looked around. There were just too many people around, and he wasn't really all that brave. Maybe if Feliks were nearby to force him, but, he couldn't do it by himself.
With a sigh, Toris left the building to think about what Alfred might make him do.
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Lovino uncapped his trusty Sharpie maker and smirked to himself. Time for my super secret weapon! MUSTACHE~! Take that, ******* mannequins! He went to work, an almost evil smile across his lips.
"You look so very stupid, with your big bushy mustache~! Like some hipster at an art school party!" Lovino laughed, drawing a mustache on yet another victim.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave…" an employee sighed. What was with all these weirdoes today?
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Elizabeta was quite happy with her assignment. She discreetly snuck around and dropped frilly dresses into carts clearly owned by males. She was doing quite well in stealth mode, until she stayed at one cart too long. She was quickly reported and was asked to exit.
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Feliks was also quite happy with his assignment. Of course, y the time he had finally come up with a good strategy, he had been caught.
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Alfred quickly located the horse on a stick toy thing and skateboard. He had called up his righteous alien dude friend Tonny to pull him along.
So, Tonny the red-eyed space alien pulled Alfred on the skateboard along with him as he ran. This happened to be at the time that Arthur had been kicked out and Alfred had more or less accidently run over the Brit's foot.
"Am-err, Alfred, you bloody wanker! Where did I go wrong when I taught you how to be a gentleman? Get back here!" Arthur shouted, running after him.
Alfred smirked. "The British are coming! The British are coming!" He shouted, smiling back at Arthur.
"You bloody git!" Arthur growled.
The American simply laughed and continued on his way until they were kicked out for public disturbance.
PERSPECTIVE CHANGE
Roderich sighed and looked down at his precious violin. He momentarily considered dropping out of this silly event, but then figured that maybe he could just pretend like he was at home and no one was nearby. The Austrian man raised the violin and closed his eyes, then began to play…a little quieter than he normally would have.
By the time he finished playing, he found that he had attracted a small crowd. Roderich figured it was a good thing that he had chosen to stay in the garden section.
"Wow, mister! You're really good at that!" a small child exclaimed.
Roderich smiled down at the child and lightly patted her on the head. "Run along now…"
The Austrian was rather surprised that no employees really took notice of him. So he just packed up his violin and headed back out to the parking lot to lie to Alfred that he got kicked out.
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Antonio observed his stash of tomatoes, then chose his first victim. The tomato was launched and the Spaniard tackled the poor soul. After many victims, surprised yelps/screams, and complaints, Antonio was caught and escorted out.
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Feliciano had a border set up around isle three in no time at all. From the highest point he hung an Italian flag.
"Vee~ I claim-a this land in the name of Italy!" he declared. He hung a sign saying 'Italy's Secret Hideout'.
Feliciano was doing quite well at defending his territory until the employees approached him. The Italian yelped and pulled out a white flag. "Don't hurt me!" he cried. "See, white flag!" Needless to say, he unconditionally surrendered and left the building.
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It was a good thing that Alfred gave Roma the chocolate bar when he did. Otherwise, there was no way he would have completed the task. Alfred had written the assignment on the back of the shorter blonde's hand so he would remember.
Roma found his way to the food section and started constructing is fort. When he finished (he actually did finish, thanks to his friends causing trouble elsewhere in the store) he stuck a makeshift flag of the Holy Roman Empire at the top.
He camped in the fort for quite a bit until he was ordered to dismantle his small building and leave the store.
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Yao walked along through the store, holding the designated scissors and glue. Hardly anyone questioned him about it though. So, unfortunately, Yao did not get kicked out. But he told Alfred otherwise to spare himself from the consequences.
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Kiku pushed around is cart full of gasoline and matches. He managed to smile at everyone, but found himself wondering how in the world this was supposed to get him kicked out. That is, until he bumped into someone and a little gas spilled on them and they complained that he tried to set them one fire.
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Ivan happily carried is expensive-looking cheap vase full of ash. The Russian man purposefully bumped into a employee and sent the jar flying.
"Heavens to the Betsy!" he cried. "You just spilled the ashes of my dear mother!"
"I'm very sorry, sir!" the employee yelped.
"You are going to clean it up, da? If you don't, you'll be cursed." Ivan said lightly.
"Sir, I don't believe in that kind of stuff…."
"KolKolKol…." Ivan chanted, his purple aura starting to show.
The now scared employee quickly cleaned up the mess. Of course, later they found out that it was trick and the Russian was sent outside.
Time Skip
"All right!" Alfred said once they had all gathered in the back parking lot. "We're all her… So who actually went through with it and got kicked out?"
Everyone but Ludwig, Eduard, and Toris raised their hand.
"OK….now, for you three… Ludwig, you can't have any wurst or beer for a week. Eduard, you have to read Tw*l*ght. Toris, you have to let Feliks pick out your clothes for the next week." Alfred decided.
The three looked equally horrified.
"Okey dokey lokey! Who's ready for school tomorrow? It's a new year~ Let's see who screw up first!" The American cheered.
"…Alfred, that sounded really gay." Arthur commented.
"Not as gay as you are." Alfred shot back before running away to escape the wrath of an angry Brit.
Prologue End
A/N: And they got into trouble right off the bat. Glorious.
So, I'm open for chapter topic suggestions, like I said before. This story doesn't really have a plot, so I'd love some help coming up with some ideas for chapters.
Should I use country names and human names? Tell me what you guys think. I don't want it to be too confusing, but I'm running out of words to describe them.
Did you appreciate Sealand's little cameo? Do you think I wrote him well? Honestly, that's the first time I've used him in a story.
So yeah. Disclaimer~
Peter: I really am a country, so I can do the disclaimer! Terach doesn't own Hetalia or any of the characters affiliated with it!
See y'all next time!