Title: Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Synopsis:My, isn't that cute? A naïve, innocent, homeschooled girl finally steps into a real school for the first time! But with a real school, real problems come in a nice, bundled trio. Luckily for her, the big bad hot wolves are on the hunt...and she's their next victim.
Disclaimer: Im in ur computter, readinz urz storiz. Not owninz these characters. Just Joley. Everything else belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
WARNING!: GENERAL BAD FRIENDS TRIO/BAD TOUCH TRIO/WHATEVER YOU CALL THOSE THREE'S MERRYMAKING OF GENERAL STRANGE, AWKWARDNESS, and PERVERSENESS!
My first APH fic! Woot! So…tired…worked…on this….for…ever…*hits head on desk*
It took a while to update my other story and I'm sick. Being sick is not. Fun. At. All.
More A/N at the bottom of this…thing.
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"Now remember, look both ways before crossing the street."
"Don't talk to strangers."
"But if I don't talk to strangers, how could they become my friends?" I asked innocently.
"Don't do anything you're pressured into. Especially drugs," my mom ignored me.
"Yup. Drugs. Don't do em'!" my dad warned.
"Or alcohol."
"Or brownies."
"…What's wrong with brownies?" I asked.
"…We'll explain that when you get home sweetheart. Just don't eat anything you're offered unless you know what's in it because-"
"Of my allergies, I know, I know," I nodded. I was anxious to be let out of the house. It's been exactly fifteen years since I've been outdoors, which was since I was born.
My mom pulled out a tissue from out of nowhere and started dabbing her eyes with it. "I can't believe my baby's all grown up and heading off to school for the first time."
"Because you wouldn't let me," I mumbled.
"Well honey, both your father and I quite prefer the indoors. Greatly. And we didn't see the problem with teaching you here. You're a lot safer and you hardly get sick-"
"And not to mention you're smarter than any other teen your age-"
"Dad, you don't know that many people."
"How do you know, eh? I'm quite popular on that site, Book in the Face or something like that. I have seven friends, and one is not your mother!"
"Devin, it's called MyFace. Get it right," my mother joked.
I chuckled at my father and mother's…oddness. Both of them met in college. Apparently they had the nickname 'bubble couple', not only because of whenever they were together they would get lost in their own world, but also that they were, well, in simpler words, liked to live in their own sort of clean, germ-free bubbles.
And they thought bringing a kid into the world that lives in a bubble as well would be a good idea.
That's where I come in.
Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, but I'm Joley. I've been homeschooled ever since I could walk and now sixteen and three quarters—mind you I have a late birthday—I'm heading off to my first day of high school at Hetalia High School.
Like multiple clichéd story plots I've watched about and read about, I'm the new girl. But I'm no Lindsay Lohan from Mean Girls, a girl with potential.
Flat-chested with regular brown hair with matching eyes behind dorky glasses, I'm just your average nerd by day and 'tortured-soul' artist by night.
"Honey, it's already seven thirty. If you don't go now, you'll be late for class," my mom reminded me bringing me out of my thoughts. I nodded and gingerly hugged both my parents who refrained from spraying anti-bacterial cleanser over themselves. I sighed before opening the door.
Here I come world. Please be gentle with me.
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Honk! Honk!
"Jeez, how loud can Toni be with that car?" I mumbled, feeling last night's drinks pound my head. Damn Francis and his stupid French wine. I cracked my eye open and felt as if I was blinded by the sunlight streaming happily through the window. "Stupid sun. Go away."
Ring Ring Ring
I groaned as my hand fumbled around my bed for my very annoying phone. I flipped it open, waiting for the incoming pounding of my head to intensify. "What?"
"Mi amigo! Buenos dias! Dónde estás? Porque Francis y yo quierimos ir a la escuela a tiempo," the happy Spaniard yipped.
"English please. Thanks."
"Where are you? Francis and I want to get to school on time," Antonio translated.
"Non! I just wanted to sleep but imbécile here dragged me out of my bed and into the light!" I heard a familiar French man whine in the background as I smirked.
"Porque I heard there was a new kid coming today!" My ears picked up instantly and immediately I sat up.
"New kid?"
Antonio chuckled. "Sí. I heard from Bella who heard it from Alfred, you know how that boy's mouth never stops moving-"
"Ohonononon. Oui. Such a talented mouth."
"-who's dating Arthur who's friends with the principal-"
"Stupid Englishman."
"-Francis, we all know you love him so shush now-"
"Non! He's so mean to me!"
"That's because you called his drawing of a bunny in kindergarten girly," Antonio reminded.
"It was green and had wings and was surrounded by fairies and he drew himself riding it! It's not my fault that boy is loopy and holds grudges for years!" Francis complained.
"Anyway," Toni continued, "the kid is coming today and is going to be in our homeroom!"
"Age?"
"Sixteen."
"Boy or girl?"
"I'm not sure, but get your ass up amigo and let's go, go, go!" Toni yelled into the phone.
I knocked on the car's window, fully dressed with dark shades over my eyes. "Am I ready yet?" I smirked, opening the passenger door and jumping in.
"Arriba!" Toni yelled as he stepped on the gas, turning up the radio's volume.
"So who's going after this one?" Francis asked from the backseat. He was staring in his personal mirror, checking his hair.
"Toni?" I looked to the brunette.
"Hey, I went after the last new kid and damn he was feisty," Toni smirked.
"Lovino or Feliciano?" I asked.
"Lovi," Toni winked.
"What about his brother?" Francis asked.
"Mein bruder is currently dating that naïve airhead," I scoffed.
"Aww, mon ami, I know you're jealous that your brother finally found someone after rejecting you," Francis cooed.
"I'm not jealous and I'm not in love with my brother! How many times must I say that?" I growled, turning around in my seat to try to hurt Francis who just 'Ohononon-ed' as Toni tried holding me back and steering at the same time.
"Antonio! Watch out!" Francis yelled, blue eyes wide as he pointed ahead. Antonio and I quickly turned around as Antonio stepped on the breaks just as we were about to hit a little a middle school girl. The girl's eyes were wide and she fell on her knees, visibly shaking.
"Phew." Antonio sighed as he stopped the car and got out to see if the girl was alright. The brunette crouched down to the girl, who mutely looked up at him before getting up and dusting herself off.
"Toni, she's alright. Let's just go," Francis called loudly from the backseat. Toni nodded and apologized to the girl again before patting her on her head and running back to the car. Making sure the girl was out of the way, Toni stepped on the pedal once again, this time driving a bit more carefully.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"I don't know. She just said she's all bueno though," Antonio said, turning into the school's lot.
"Maybe she's from the middle school where Arthur's little brother, Peter, goes," Francis added.
"How do you know that?" I turned to the blonde, whose eyes went a little wide.
"Uh, Toni! Look there! There! Park there!" Francis changed the topic, pointing to an open parking space. Toni turned into the spot smoothly and shut off the car, retrieving his sunglasses from his shirt and putting them on.
"Ready mis amigos?" Toni asked. I grinned back and turned to Francis who also put on sunglasses as well.
"Let's go and steal some virginities!" Francis yelled as we all exited the car.
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I sighed deeply as I walked up to the school doors. Despite almost being hit by a car, and having to walk up a giant hill just to get to the doors, the world isn't that mean after all. I pulled open one door as I got knocked down by a big, muscular guy.
"Oof!" I grunted, feeling squished.
"Little brother! Let's become one," I hear behind the guy.
"Sorry!" the guy apologized before scrambling off of me and taking off, as a girl with a big bow on top of her head chased after him.
"Huh. I thought incest was illegal here," I observed, watching the two run up and down the hill.
"It is, eh."
I squeak and turn around slowly to see a shy looking blond with a strange curl coming out of his hair and carrying a polar bear shaped backpack.
"I'm sorry to have scared you," the boy softly said, looking ashamed and pushed up his glasses to his blue-violet eyes.
I smiled. "It's fine. I'm just a little lost."
"Oh, you must be the newbie then," the boy said, eyes wide.
"New-bie?" I sounded it out, tilting my head to the side.
The blonde nodded and extended his hand to me. "I'm Matthew Williams from Canada, but you can call me Mattie."
I shook his hand gently. "Joley Akane from…uh…here. You can call me…uh…Joley? How did you know I was new?"
"You're the only thing this school would talk about ever since the rumor came out. The mysterious new student is an interesting topic here at such a boring school," Matthew said. "There were rumors on the school's blog that you were a circus freak running away from a mafia or RMCP, a spy or undercover cop sent here to keep our sobriety and pregnancy levels low, a kleptomaniac flamenco dancer with an abusive past, or a schizophrenic ninja in training. There's plenty more, eh, but they're a bit more," Matthew coughed, and looked away, "um, well…let's just leave it at that."
"Really? I guess I'll have to live up to everyone's expectations then…"
Matthew chuckled. "Just be yourself, as cheesy as that may sound."
I gave him a small smile and for the first time, I gave a hug to someone else besides my parents.
"Well, Mattie, I'll never forget you because you're my first friend. Ever," I said, giving him a bright smile.
"Ever, eh?" Mattie asked, eyes shining behind his glasses, returning the smile.
I nodded as we separated. "We could be glasses buddies?" I joked, earning a chuckle from Mattie.
"Sure. And as my new friend, let me be your tour guide, eh?" Mattie asked.
"Okay," I nodded again as we ventured down the hall.
"So how am I your first friend ever?" Mattie looked at me, making small conversation.
If I told him that I lived in a bubble basically my whole life, would he make fun of me? I've heard of bullying situations at schools, so if I told him, would I become bullied? Best possible scenario would be that he understands and we could bond over it, but it's highly unlikely that we bond over being in a bubble. He seems quiet, but sociable if you get to know him.
Taking my silence as something negative, Matthew stuttered, "I-I-it's okay if you don't w-want to talk about it, eh. I mean, if I were in your shoes, you're new a-a-and we just met-"
I laughed at Matthew's cuteness. "I was actually thinking if I told you, you would tell more people and I would get thought of as a freak," I explained.
"R-r-really, eh? I'm not like that because most people think I'm my brother or don't even see me," Matthew explained. "Except Francis or Gilbert."
"Francis? Gilbert?" I asked. "Who are they?"
"I guess I should warn you about them then," Matthew sighed. "First, what's your first class?"
I dug around in my bag, looking for the sheet I printed out at home. "Uh…first, I have-"
"Mattie!"
As I turn to look at the Canadian, I just see a brown and blonde flash then I see Matthew groaning under a similar looking blonde on top of him.
"Why didn't you wake me up? We could have carpooled!" the blonde obnoxiously yelled into Matthew's ear.
"Al, I did try to wake you. You were pass out over your video games," Matthew argued back, but ended up sounding just like a whisper in comparison.
"Yeah, 'cause me and Tony-"
"Al, Tony's aren't real," a British voice behind us scolds. I turn around and see another blonde with big eyebrows covering his green eyes pouting look at 'Al'. The blonde turns to me with upturned eyebrows. "Who are you?"
"Oh! I'm uh-"
"Mattie, is that the new ninja student? She doesn't look like ninja material, but I guess that's what makes them ninjas!" Al said, getting off of Matthew who didn't look deterred as if this happens often. Now that I look at them, Al and Matthew could get confused together. They both have a similar looking hair color and even a cowlick sticking up from his hair. They could even pass as twins except Al looks more like a boy with that 'American' charm, I heard it was called, with bright blue eyes and a matching grin. Al then turns to me and picks me up in a hug. "Hi there Ms. Ninja! I'm Alfred F. Jones, hero extraordinaire, at your service."
"H-h-hello Mr. Hero," I blushed, feeling dizzy in the hug.
"Mr. Hero, huh? I like the sound of that!" Alfred said, putting me down, Matthew helping me stand steady. "This is my uke, as Kiku put it, Artie Kirkland," Alfred threw an arm around the scowling Brit then gave him a kiss on the cheek, making 'Artie' blush.
"My name is Arthur you wanker, and I am not uke!" Arthur yelled. Alfred just stupidly grinned at Arthur, who blushed even darker, as if this happens often also…
Ring Ring Ring
"Uh oh. That's the warning bell. Come along, Alfred. We have to get to our first class," Arthur ordered then turned to Matthew and me. "It was nice meeting you, uh…"
"Oh! I'm Joley," I answered.
"Nice to meet you Joley," Arthur nodded.
"Yeah! We should hang out together Ms. Ninja!" Alfred yelled from Arthur's side as they walked away from us.
"…Um, Matthew?"
"Yes?"
"I-I-I hope I don't sound rude or anything, but are they-"
"Yes, they're dating. Have been since summer before junior year since they actually started doing something instead of ogling at each other since the beginning of freshman year," Matthew explained. "Why? Are you..."
"Am I what?"
"Homophobic?" Matthew asked, his eyes looking…worried?
"Um, no. And I was going to ask if they usually sort of insult each other like that."
Matthew stared at me blankly then laughed. "Oh. Yeah they do. A lot."
"Does Alfred usually attack you like that then?"
"Um. No. That's just one of the few times he actually remembers I'm here," Matthew grins sheepishly. "I should get you to your next class before you're late. What do you have next?"
"Oh that's right!" I look down at my list. "Library time? What's that?"
"Wow, how lucky is that? I have that too!" Matthew grins then looks down at his watch. "Come on, unless we take my shortcut, we're going to be late," Matthew tells me, gingerly taking my hand and leading me down a hall. My body acted on its own and I blushed at the contact.
"Where are we going?" I ask, fanning myself to stop the rosy hue.
"We are going on the roof," Matthew answers, looking around before we run to the stairwell at the end of the hall and start running up the flight of stairs.
"R-r-r-roof?" I wheeze.
"Yup. It's the fastest way," Matthew explains, opening the door to the roof. The roof looked like the top of an old castle, complete with the cobblestones covering the floor.
"It's so beautiful up here," I gasp, letting go of Matthew's hand as I followed him to the other side where another set of stairs waited for us. We dashed down the stairs, Matthew dashing while I just hoped not to fall on my face, and ended up on the entrance of the library in no time.
I looked around at the library. To my right and left, there were what seemed like endless rows and rows of shelves of books. In the center were tables of four where students sat. A teacher's desk sat near a window, behind the rows of tables filled with students.
Matthew pointed to a table near a corner that had two students already at the seats. "Come on, I'll introduce you to some people," Matthew said, leading me to the table.
"Hi guys," Matthew greeted the two boys already seated. One had dark brown hair with a curl coming out of it and what seemed to be a permanent frown on his face. The other had black hair and a peaceful expression on his face. "I'll like you to meet someone."
"Who's this, maple syrup?" the brunette asked Matthew as he looked me over.
"Lovi, be nice. This is her first day here," Matthew said.
"H-Hello," I waved, "I'm Joley Akane."
Lovi, the brunette, scoffed. The other one just smiled politely at me. "Konichiwa. I am Kiku Honda," the one with the peaceful expression introduced himself. "And this is Lovino Vargas. He and his brother came just last year from Italy. I am sorry he is so cranky today-"
"Shut up rice ball," Lovino growled as Matthew and I sat down on the chairs in front of the two. Hmm…maybe he's hungry. That would explain why he's cranky.
"Lovino?" I asked.
"What?" he growled.
"I-I-I-I was w-w-wondering-"
"Spit it out, stupido," Lovino snapped.
"Lovi! Be nice to her, eh!" Matthew scolded.
"Would you like some of my lunch?"
"What?" All three boys asked, dumbfounded.
"W-w-w-well, I thought t-t-t-that you're sort of a-a-angry because you're hungry," I stuttered, getting out my lunch of pasta from my bag. "I made it myself. Well, you just met me and I know it's weird to offer someone their lunch upon just meeting them-"
"What did you make?" Lovino looked away, a slight color on his cheeks.
I smiled innocently. "Well, I'm allergic to quite a number of things so I tried to make my favorite dish, pasta." Lovino's head snapped up on the word pasta. He stared at me for a moment and wordlessly stuck out his hand for the dish. I also handed him an extra fork from my bag. Lovino hesitantly swirled some pasta on the fork and nibbled on it before taking a big bite of it.
"I'm glad you like it-"
"I don't."
My face fell and I could feel my eyes slightly burn. "Oh…Well, it's okay. It was my first time anyway and I wish I can get better at cooking-"
"I can help you."
I looked up at Lovino whose face and ears were turning slightly pink.
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"I said I could help you," Lovino said, face darkening. "That is if you want. I don't have time to waste on you all the time-"
"Really?" I asked him, shocked, in a happy way.
"…Yes."
"O-O-Okay!" I said happily until I noticed something. I looked down at my bag and rummaged around in it until I found what I was looking for. I got up and walked over to Lovino. "Um…"
"Hmm?" Lovino looked up to me, some pasta hanging out of his mouth.
"You have spaghetti on your face," I smiled, wiping some sauce off of his cheek which turned a furious shade of red almost as if he burst a blood vessel. "There. All gone," I smiled again and returned to my seat. Matthew was smiling widely and Kiku's face seemed to be observing the situation. Lovino turned away from me before storming off into the rows of books.
"Lovi…no?" I looked at the retreating figure. I turned back to the other two still sitting at the table. "What did I do wrong?"
Matthew grinned widely. "I think he may like you."
"I hope so. It'll be nice to gain another friend today," I smiled. "You're my friend too, right, Kiku?" I asked the other student who nodded with a faint smile on his lips.
"Usually Lovino-kun doesn't do that," my new friend observed.
"Do what?"
"Offer cooking classes. He's quite embarrassed about it actually. I'm amazed that you were able to touch him also without him biting your hand off," the Japanese student explained.
"Would he really bite my hand off? I wouldn't have thought that he's cannibalistic," I wondered aloud. "Do I taste good?"
Matthew and Kiku both chuckled. "I think he meant that as a figure of speech," Matthew pointed out.
"Lovino-kun, is in, well, a tsundere, if you will," Kiku said.
"Tsundurdere?" I struggled.
"Tsundere," Kiku repeated, amused at my botched attempt. "It is one who often mean to another or to everyone in general, but is actually very kind on the inside, but would often deny it."
"Oh. Like the saying, 'Rough on the inside, soft on the outside'? Or is it the other way around?" I asked, tilting my head again.
"…Er…yes," Kiku nodded. "He's just more on the crabby side now after he found out Antonio was just using him."
"He's still not over that, eh?" Mattie asked. It seemed as if the mood decreased when the topic was brought up.
"No. You can't blame him. He seemed to be in love," Kiku added.
"Um…sorry to interrupt, but, who is this Antonio? And, is his nickname, by any chance, Toni?" I asked. Both of their heads suddenly snapped to me and their eyes both seemed to grow a shade darker.
"How do you know him?" Matthew asked.
"He and two other people almost hit me when I was walking across the street," I answered nonchalantly. Both of them looked at me surprised, just as Lovino returned from wherever he was and sat back down.
"Who almost hit you?" Lovino asked. As I told him what I told Kiku and Matthew, Lovino's face turned into a scowl. Suddenly he got up and walked to me and pulled me into a fierce hug, crushing me into his chest. "I won't let them hurt you." My face heated up at the sweet gesture. Apparently Lovino realized how, un-platonic his words sounded, pushed me away at arms-length immediately. "Not because I c-care about you. Because I won't let that bastard hurt anyone else; yeah," he nodded, "won't let him hurt anyone anymore."
"He hits people with cars?" I gasped at the trio, horrified. "What kind of sick person does that?"
The group just stared at me before exchanging looks.
"What?" I stared back.
Ring Ring Ring
"My, how time does pass," Kiku said, collecting his stuff.
"So where's your homeroom?" Matthew asked me. I grabbed the sheet of paper out of my bag once again and looked down.
"In the…east wing?"
"Oh. Pity. That's across from mine," Matthew said.
"Really?"
"Let me see," Lovino said, looking over my shoulder at my schedule. "Library, you have with us. Homeroom, oh I'm with you…language, history, calculus?" Lovino's noise scrunched up at the word. "You like math?"
I nodded. "It's not as bad as most people make it seem."
"Err…sure. Lunch, English, and art." Lovino finished.
"Art?" Kiku repeated. "Ah. I'll be with you then."
I smiled. "That's good. As long as I have a friend with me, it won't seem as bad."
"Come on, everyone's already left," Matthew said as we exited the library. "See you guys later," the Canadian nodded as we went our separate ways into the crowded hallways.
Multiple people kept staring at me as I walked by Lovino's side.
"So…Lovi?" I asked. "When's your birthday?"
"…Err…why?"
"So I can make you something," I stated. "Don't friends do that for each other?"
Lovino smiled lightly at me. "I-I guess so."
"So when is it?"
"March 17th. Same as my brother's."
"You have a brother too?"
"Yeah. Feli's always around that potato-bastard though," Lovino muttered. "Not that I care or anything, but when's yours?"
"Christmas."
"Really?" He asked.
I nodded. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Do a lot of people here have those…curls," I gestured to his hair, "here? And what happens if I pull it?" I asked, gently touching the curl.
Lovino suddenly blushed furiously and slapped my hand away. "Don't touch that!"
"So-sorry," I apologized. "But what does it do?"
Lovino's face heated up even more and looked away as we entered the classroom. "Um…"
"Lovi!"
The Italian and I both turned around and yet, I saw another brown blur and my friend and another familiar brunette was on top of him.
"Hey Lovi, why didn't you tell us you knew the new kid?" the brunette, Antonio, asked.
"Just get off of me bastard!" Lovi yelled, squirming and fighting off a blush and the person on top of him. "And I just met her."
Suddenly, a two pairs of arms snaked around my waist and the slight smell of alcohol and cologne filled my nose.
"Bonjour petite fille," Mr. Cologne flirted.
"Bonjour monsieur," I replied politely, turning to my left and meeting a pair of royal blue eyes.
"Ah! Parlez-vous français?" he asked.
"Un petite," I replied.
"Francis! Stop hogging her!"
I turned around and saw a pair of ruby red eyes and a Cheshire grin staring at me. "'Sup?"
I gave him a questioning look then looked up to the ceiling, both boys' eyes following mine. "I think the ceiling is up there and that's it."
Both boys looked at me then shared a wide grin.
"Que linda!" Antonio gushed, grabbing my cheeks and pinching them. The green eyed boy looked at me closely and gasped. "Wait, aren't you the girl I almost hit today?"
"Bastardo! How could you almost hit her?" Lovino yelled, smacking the Spaniard upside the head. "Idiota!" He shouted, continuing to hit Antonio.
"Ow! Parate Lovi! Parate por favor!" Antonio said, trying to protect himself from Lovi's smackings as Francis and the, wait, was he albino?, laughed.
"Lovi! Stop, per favore!" I said. Hearing his native language, Lovi stopped, but still glared mercilessly at Antonio who was rubbing his sore head.
"Bloody hell! I'm with you again, frog?! And your fellow droogs?"
We all turned around to see Arthur and Alfred walk into the classroom.
"Aw yeah! It's already a party in here!"
"I'm not pleased with being in yet another class with you, Arthur, and your strange English slang," Francis stressed the Brit's name, as both of them glared at each other. "But c'est la vie."
"And it's barely morning and you're already harassing the new student," Arthur scolded. "Just let her go, it's too early for this." Arthur sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Non. She's mine," Francis squeezed my waist tighter.
"What? No, she's mine," the other said, as he turned me around and away from Francis. He lifted my chin up to meet his red eyes and flirtatiously said, "Because welcome to Hetalia High. I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt and I am here to invade your vital regions."
"What? I'm not a country," I protested.
"Ah, but if we were squirrels, I would store my awesome nuts in your hole."
Huh?
"…Gilbert."
"Yeah?"
"Please tell me you did not just say that in front of me," I heard Francis say behind me. I turn around and see the Frenchman's hand over his face.
"Mi amigo," I saw Antonio put his hand on Gilbert's shoulder, "no."
"But, I'm allergic to nuts," I said.
Alfred just laughed and slung his arm around my shoulder. "Nice burn, ninja," Alfred said, offering his hand. I stared at it blankly before realizing that he was waiting for a high-five. I gently slapped my palm to his and Alfred just ruffled my hair.
"But I don't think you'll be allergic to mein," Gilbert winked.
I shook my head. "Nope. All nuts I'm allergic to."
Just then the teacher walked in. "Children, shut up and take your seats."
Everyone did as they were told as I sat down in the seat closest to me, which just happened to be in the center. The ones surrounding me were quickly filled up by Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, on my left and Alfred, Arthur, and Lovino on my right.
"Then I don't understand how you're friends with him," Francis scoffed, looking at Arthur.
"Oi!" Arthur whispered as the teacher called attendance.
"He's not a nut, he's Arthur."
"Thank you Joley," Arthur said.
"Er…okay."
"Aw niña, you are too innocent for your own good," Antonio said, reaching over and pinching another cheek.
"Ow!"
"Akane, Joley?"
"Hello!" Gilbert shouted, raising my hand as the class just either chuckled or laughed at the albino and me.
"Yes. Amusing," the teacher frowned. "Since you seem to be new and quite the jokester already, why don't you tell us more about yourself, hm?"
"S-s-sure," I stuttered.
Oh, wow. This is the first time I've ever spoken in front of a class. It really is as scary as I've heard it to be. All the eyes, staring at you. It's like that horror game I played last year. Scary.
"Miss Akane, we're waiting," the teacher said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, right," I said, getting out of my thoughts. "I'm Joley and I was homeschooled well, ever since today and I hope we can all get along!" I smiled and sat down quickly, hiding my red face.
I heard someone whisper in my ear, "Does that mean you're a virgin?"
"Ohononon~"
"Ksesesese~"
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WANTED: FRENCH AND GERMAN EXPERTS WITH A BIT OF LANGUAGE KNOWLEDGE. KNOW JUST SOME PHRASES? WHATEVER! IT'S ALL GOOD 'CAUSE ONE CAN NEVER DEPEND TOO MUCH ON GOOGLE TRANSLATE!
No, my OC is not supposed to be me in ANYWAY possible or Seychelle or Canada mixed with Japan or even or anything. In fact, I just thought of that pairing right now! What would it be called? CanJap? JapCan? Japada? MapleCat? Who would top? Who would be bottom?
If it does seem too much like Seychelle, sorry. Not everyone is going to like Joley, and the people that do so far, only see her as a little, innocent, cute thing that needs protecting from the Vital Region Invaders and not as a love interest. Her love interests are only the Bad Friends/Touch Trio and NO ONE ELSE.
Poll on author's page to see who wins because, well, I'm biased. And I feel as if I'm already tipping the scales in his favor already.
SO, I leave it up to you!
Don't forget to review!
Adieu!~
Translations:
(Spanish)
Mi amigo! Buenos dias! Dónde estás? Porque Francis y yo quierimos ir a la escuela a tiempo:
My friend! Good morning! Where are you? Because Francis and I want to get/go to school on time.
Porque:Because
Sí: Yes
Amigo: Friend
Arriba: Go! or Up!
Bueno: Good
Mis amigos: My friends
Que linda: How cute!
Parate: Stop! (Command)
Paratepor favor: Stop please!
Mi amigo: My Friend
Niña: Girl
(French)
Non: No
Imbécile: Imbecile
Mon ami: My friend
Bonjourpetite fille: Hello little girl (I make France sound like a pedophile here, don't I?)
Bonjour monsieur: Hello sir
Parlez-vous français: Do you speak French?
Un petite: A little.
C'est la vie: That's life.
(German)
Mein bruder: My brother
Mein: My/Mine
(Japanese)
Konichiwa: Hello
(Italian)
Stupido: Stupid
Bastardo: Bastard
Idiota: Idiot
Per favore: Please
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