This story is so cheesy, you can make a fondue fountain of it! Hey everyone, I'm like BRAND NEW to world of Fan fictions, as in this is my FIRST EVER FAN FICTION! If it sucks then, well, oops, sorry. Be kind pretty, pretty please, but I would love it if someone out there could be nice enough to be a teaching buddy who can show me the ropes of this site and inside on what readers like and how to improve, thanks for taking the time to acknowledge my existence! Oh and just so you know I do like yaoi, I just can't write it. YAY FOR SPELL CHECK!
~German Maiden
Note: Instead of Feliciano, Italy's name is Allegra, if you're not a musician, (the musician connection is that in music, you sometimes see the word Allegro on the sheet) this means Cheerful or lively. I put Allegra's birthday as June 2nd because it's their Republic Day (I think that's like Independence day, but, I'm American, I am related to Alfred, can't blame me too much, ha, ha!)
Disclaimer: Never in my wildest dreams would I ever think of this!
Rated for my potty mouth and to be safe! ^_^
Mi scusi~ Excuse me
Fratello~ Brother
Hermana menor~ Little sister
Grazie, ciao!~ Thank you, bye!
Che meraviglia!~ How wonderful!
Bruder~ Brother
Bruder hat eine kleine Freundin~ Brother has a little girlfriend
La ringrazio molto per avermi aiutato!~ Thank you so much for helping me!
Grazie al cielo~ Thank goodness
Schöne junge dame~ Beautiful young lady
Halt die Klappe~ Shut up
Volevo parlare con te di più. . .~ I wanted to talk to you more. . .
Va bene~ It's fine
Cracked Smile, Shattered Mask
Chapter 1: The Boy
Bleep, bleep, bleep, my alarm clock communicated in its robotic manor that I should get up now. I sigh and swing my long legs over the side of my bed, digging my toes into the rough shag carpet stopping in that position to think. I'm so nervous, though as normal I hide all my emotions behind that smiling mask of mine. No one ever notices any other feelings of mine because I hide it so well, it's kinda sad really. 'Well why are you so nervous?' you may be asking, it might be the fact I'm starting a new high school today and in the middle of the year too, so people will notice I'm new. I'm actually just 14 year old girl and am going from being an 8th grader to being a junior I passed some kind of test and they send me of here. 'Tons of people have started new schools and have been fine. Why so upset?' That's what you're thinking, right? Why is the sky blue? Why is blood red? Well how the fuck should I know why I'm so worried, hmm? Tons of people aren't geniuses either. Plus others don't have to start a new school and be in some of the same classes as their 17 year old brother, don't get me wrong I love my brother, he's just a violent, overprotective, tomato loving idiot, but hell he's my tomato loving idiot (little known fact, I cuss just as much as my brother, it's just that I keep it in my head). I get up and head over to my bathroom grabbing the new uniform I have to wear. After a nice hot shower I walk over with my towel clenched in hand over my breast, I get dressed in my new outfit. It was a puffy white short-sleeved blouse that hugged my pretty much flat chest and stomach in a very uncomfortable way, a red plaid skirt that buttoned up at the top of my tummy and had straps that went over my shoulders and black dress shoes, I felt stupid. The skirt was a little too short for my liking, but who cares I still need a uniform. I gather my medium length brown hair, tying it up into my velvet black bow; carefully leaving out that curl it did . . . things to me.
"Dammit Allegra, hurry up, we're gonna be late!" Lovino don't act like I don't know that.
"Coming fratello!" I reply my Italian blood taking over my speech, we head off.
Next Scene
Hetalia High School for Advanced Learners, nice name, doesn't make me feel like a freak at all. My brother leads me through the grand building's doors not wearing my false smile but a look of wonder as we headed to the juniors' wing, lockers lined almost every inch of the walls. I could see older kids pointing at me and whispered to each other. I kept looking around acting oblivious to them keeping my grin. After years of false grins I was able to not act on the impulse to put my eyes to the ground, with a rose-colored blush creeping over my face. But still, all the other kids are older than me, I already figured that would be the case but it's still weird to see it in person. I finally found my locker and looked at my brother, a fake smile spreading across my face.
"Ve, fratello what was my combination again?" My brother rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Dammit, your memory sucks!" I know that, oops now he's pissed. "Its 20-22-16 I don't want to be your babysitter dammit!" I giggle I would probably be the one babysitting him; he still acts like a child. The boy of which I've spoken of sends me the most sincere I will kill you glare that a (secretly) loving brother could send his younger sister. I was about to ask him if he had my school map and schedule when a rather . . . strange event unfolded.
"Loooooviiiinooooooo! Where are you?" a loud voice with a slight accent (Spanish?) sang out. My brother paled and ran away leaving me alone with my things that were needed for my first class (the only one I know) which was English, Lovino leaving me without my map, schedule, or any idea on what the hell just happened.
"Fratello! Come back!" I sigh and leaned my side against the wall, great; this is going to be a hell of a day.
"Lovino, I know you're here I heard Italian being spoken, I know how it sounds! You've cursed at me enough times; I know the flow of it, Lovino?" I turn around to try and find who it was that knew my dear fratello. I see someone about my brother's age with a head of curly brown hair and olive green eyes looking around the hall, I noticed that all around me girls giggled and blushed, I mean sure he was handsome, just not attractive to me, I guess. I walk up to him hearing girls in the background gasp at me doing such a thing. I caught his attention as I was walking up the other kids in the hall watched to see how things would turn out. I put up my smile and close my eyes.
"Ve, mi scusi sir, but I do believe that you were calling out my brother's name before, you were saying Lovino, yes?" I opened my eyes to see his reaction to his friend (?) having a sister. I felt a hug from strong arms.
"Lovino has a hermana menor! You're so cute! You even have his curl!"
"Yes, but mine is on the left. Brother has not spoken much of me, has he?"
"Nope!" he said cheerfully letting go of me except he kept his hands on my shoulders, "My name is Antonio nice to meet you!" I close my eyes again.
"Ve, I am Allegra Vargas, any friend of fratello is a friend of mine, since you know Lovino and all would you mind showing me the way to Mrs. Acroth's English class, Lovino had my map" and schedule.
"Of course I would! But ehh. . .isn't she a . . . junior teacher? What grade are you in? You look like a middle schooler, how old are you?" he said putting his hands in his pockets leaning over me.
"I do know that she is a junior teacher I go to her because I am a junior and I am 14 years of age." I say the whispering that seemed to have started up again, Antonio led me to my class in silence.
"This is it! See you later Allegra!"
"Grazie, ciao!" I head into the room my false grin plastered on my face. Everyone looked up and starred at me the teacher gave a kind grin, and welcomed me to the classroom, she was a plump dark-skinned woman that reminded me so much of a mother. I walk in the room as the bell rings. Bing! Bing! Bing! I look straight ahead of me when someone sticks out their leg out and trips me, my books go flying and I fall flat on my face, butt in the air, I squeak and scramble to pick up my stuff and fix my skirt so it didn't show anything (see, I knew it was too short) an extra pair of young hands help gather escaping papers not caring at the moment about organization. Collecting the last of the papers I thank my helping hand.
"Grazie! Grazie! Thank you much! How kind of you to help me! I am such a clumsy girl! I should really watch where I am going more! I —" I stopped in midsentence, I looked up in order to see who had helped me, only to see a boy around my age who's blond hair was sleeked back, only the softest wisps of periwinkle and blue were flowing in his stern eyes. A blush engulfed his cheeks and pointed nose when he met my eyes. I wouldn't be surprised if there was one covering mine as well, even if I hadn't done so in years. I regained control of my body once more, blush still painted on my face I could see he was at a loss for words I quickly thought of a way to make this scene not as embarrassing for both him and myself. I closed my eyes and grinned at him.
"Che meraviglia! Che meraviglia! Someone else the same age as myself! So, so nice to meet you!" the boy had already stood up so I ungracefully followed his example. I gave him a one-armed hug, (my other one was full of my stuff) then, so the other class members to cover for the blush covering his face, I gave him a small peck on each cheek. "Grazie! La ringrazio molto per avermi aiutato!" my thick Italian accent covering up the fact my voice was shaking. The boy cleared his throat,
"It was nothing, really." He said in a gruff, heavily German voice, my first impression of him was that of a neat freak, he was looking off to the side rubbing the back of his neck. All the girls in the room (including the teacher) sighed contently and/or said 'aww!', while the boys tried not to burst out laughing, sadly, one of them (who I'm pretty sure is the one who tripped me) failed to keep quiet and exploded with insane laughter, then in a snide tone he shouted out;
"BRUDER HAT EINE KLEINE FREUNDIN!" causing the boy next to me to blush and glare, damn, that loud guy sure is brave to do that, idiocy is not widely accepted, wonder what he said. I giggled, it may have been mean but I need to keep up my oblivious-ditzy-cute-little-girl act, and followed him back to his seat, I sat in the only empty one to his right. Across from the both of us, (unfortunately) sat the white-haired moron who was yelling with an idiotic grin plastered to his face. He placed his head in his hands, his shocking red eyes glued to both the boy's (I still don't know his name) and mine.
"The awesome me has noticed you." He said
"Bruder. . . please stay out of my business. I don't need help for anything!"
"Oh, so you admit she's your business?"
"Don't talk as if she's not here!" I giggled at that.
"It is fine! It is fine! No need to worry for anything! But, ahh. . ."
"W-what?" the blond boy stuttered
"I still do not know your name." the albino gasped in mock horror, the blond gave me a small smile
"Hm, I guess you don't, and nor I yours. My name is Ludwig. And this," he gestured to the albino "is my brother Gilbert."
"Ludwig. . ." I say liking how the name rolls off my tongue I keep smiling and close my eyes "How nice to meet you! I am Allegra."
"How, uh, old are you. . .Allegra?" Ludwig asked, fumbling over my name,
"I have been 14 since the 2nd of June, and ah, yourself?" I ask opening my eyes in a curious fashion, I put my finger on my lip to maximize cuteness by 60%. Ludwig turned beat red again, his brother watching the entire time, highly amused. The teacher wasn't noticing us much, grazie al cielo.
"I. . .uh, um. . .?" he stuttered
"My dear bruder, I do believe the schöne junge dame has asked you something."
"Halt die Klappe, idiot, I'm 15." He said directing the last part towards me. I give a wide smile.
"Che meraviglia! What class have you next?"
"Math, Mr. Feckler." I smile
"Oh that's too bad, I have him last period" I say smile dropping "Volevo parlare con te di più. . ." I muttered under my breath.
"I'm sorry what?" Gilbert asked, I gave a sad smile,
"Oh nothing. . .ne, Doitsu?" I tilted my head questioningly and put my thumb on my mouth, oops, I did not mean for that too slip out, my best friend Kiku from 8th grade taught me that, that meant Germany in Japanese, and he is a German so I guess it just kind of slipped out. My god, I miss that quiet Japanese girl so much, even though I still never took my mask of for her. Anyway, once more, he blushed and looked at me.
"W-what was that?" aw, how cute.
"Aw, she gave you a pet name already! Now what one do you give her?" Gilbert asked (almost) innocently.
"Va bene, does not matter," the bell called out in its annoying tone we all gathered our things and went out of the room. "I will meet up with you at lunch, save a spot for me, please?" Ludwig nodded "Grazie!" I smile and wave leaving for my next class, the weirdest part of first period for me, I actually showed some of my true emotions.