Hetalia

Tri-Stars

Three ordinary girls somehow get transported into the anime world of Hetalia, where they're somehow called "Elements". More importantly, everyone around them is crazy, there's a lot of really hot/perverted guys, it's only 1942, and a meteor is coming to "end" World War II...and the world!

CHAPTER ONE

Fading Out Into The Light

Emma, Krystal and Mayling had been best friends since they were five years old, and a lot had happened to them in eighteen years. However, nothing completely unexpected and life-changing had ever happened to them before the events of March 3rd, 2013. Or, 1942, depending on which side you were looking at it from.

Though all of them were born in the same year, Krystal was the oldest, and often acted that way when it came to living her life. She was very independent, and had a 'girls-can-do-anything' attitude, coupled with a love of fashion, theatre and sewing. She loved Disney movies, anything to do with swimming and the ocean, Audrey Hepburn, the colour pink and dogs, and worked on-call in fashion retail stores. She also had a TAFE certificate in fashion design up her sleeve, and a love of keeping herself fit and healthy.

She could be strong-willed at times, but was mostly friendly and outgoing. She was also pretty, with long, very straight, golden brown hair; light brown eyes; tanned skin and long legs, but finding true love was the last thing on her mind, and probably always would be. She was camera-shy, and not afraid to speak her mind about it, or anything else she had an opinion about...

Mayling could sometimes act more mature than her two best friends, mostly because she was studying graphic design at university and had also delved into accounting and finance. She was, without a doubt, the brainiest of the three, but also had a creative side, too. She loved getting hands on with things, whether that be digital art or cooking, and was also skilled at playing the piano. She had a love of stationary and cute little Sanrio products, as well as romantic shoujo manga, though she wasn't too keen on finding love herself, at the moment. Though she could have a temper at times, and tended to snap if she was annoyed, she was very supportive, and offered people good advice. She was Malaysian, with pale skin, dark eyes and long dark hair, as well as glasses. People often said she looked like Li Kohran from Sakura Taisen, but she often disagreed, depending on what kind of a mood she was in...

One of the people that often said this was Emma, the youngest of the three in age, height and personality. She was quiet and sensitive, and a bit of a lone-wolf at times. She had difficulty making new friends, even at TAFE where she studied graphic design/pre-press, due to being bullied in school. She'd never had a boyfriend and, though she secretly wanted one, she'd never have known how to approach a guy in the first place. She could be moody and unmotivated, but also had a calm and logical side. She was creative, and a book-worm and video game lover. She usually wore all black, and loved listening to music and watching anime...a lot. She had short dark reddish-brown hair, hazel eyes and three piercings in each ear. Though she could act childish when she was feeling comfortable in a situation, she'd been through more than a lot of people in her life, enough to make her sympathetic and caring towards others, but that didn't mean that she had to enjoy things like housework...

So, that was how March 3rd started for the three girls - at Emma's house, cleaning. Emma lived on spacious semi-rural property with her parents, but they were over east in Tasmania for the month, leaving Emma back in Perth to take care of the house and the animals. In order to keep herself from feeling too lonely, Emma had decided to invite her friends over for the weekend. Saturday had been a chance to talk about their ideas for books and drawings, before having a Disney movie marathon over pizza and ice-cream.

Now, on Sunday, Krystal and Mayling had decided to try and get Emma into the 'house-cleaning-mood', or so they called it. Emma's parents' house was pretty big, but Mayling managed to organize things so that they all knew what they were doing and, by eight o'clock, they were almost done. Considering they'd started at one o'clock, because Emma had insisted on a two-hour lunch-break, this was pretty good.

In the living room, Krystal pushed the broom around on the wooden floorboards, picking up the hair from Emma's black lab-retriever, Ranger. He was currently outside, since he didn't like anybody outside of the family, too much. Luckily, he'd stopped barking at the girls.

Emma raced around with the duster-buster she'd gotten for Christmas, trying to pick up more dirt and hair than Krystal with her broom.

Mayling, standing in the kitchen and making tea, smiled.

"Mine!" Emma declared, in her slightly high-pitched voice (she had no idea how high-pitched it could really be), as she dove for the last clump of dog hair, snatching it up before Krystal could get to it. "And the Duster-Buster wins again!"

"Good job, Emma!" Krystal laughed, leaning on the broom. "Maybe if this broom was magic, like in Sleeping Beauty, then I would have won!"

"There's no such thing as magic." Mayling rolled her eyes, as she poured hot water into the tea cups. Dinner had been leftover pizza, which Mayling wasn't sure was such a good idea, but Emma wouldn't let her cook anything, saying something about her being a guest and all. They had changed into their pajamas, before continuing their housework, but now it was all done.

Now, at the insult to their belief in magic, Emma and Krystal glared at Mayling, and that was when Krystal saw the clock on the kitchen wall. "Oh my God, it's time for Merlin!" She cried, hurrying to put her broom away. "Come on!" She cried, dashing out of the room, and heading for Emma's room, where they had watched TV the night before.

Mayling left with the trays that their tea was on, and Emma waited until the coast was clear to bring the dog in. She gave him a quick hug, before putting the grate across the doorway so he couldn't come into the other areas of the house, but if there was a trouble, then he'd jump the gate, even though he was thirteen and no spring chicken.

Emma then walked up the passage towards her bedroom, stopping for a moment to look in the mirror, the way she always did. She wasn't vain, but it was just a habit.

Her hands (with the nails bitten off nearly to the skin) traced the thin white scar on her throat, before she glanced at her white and red Betty Boop nightie. Why didn't her nightie look better on her, the way Krystal's long frilly pink nightie looked on her, or the way Mayling's light blue pajama pants and top?

Emma then sighed. Why should she be comparing herself to them, anyways? She got enough of that from her parents.

Krystal and Mayling were her best friends. She'd be lost without them.

Emma continued towards her bedroom, and that was when she remembered the problem they might have with her TV. After the other girls had gone to sleep last night, Emma hadn't been able to sleep, so she'd watched another movie for a little while, unhooking the VCR and plugging in the DVD Player instead. That meant that the antenna wouldn't be connected to the TV, and the DVD would have started playing as soon as Krystal turned on the power...in fact, instead of watching Arthur Pendragon get owned by Morgana, Krystal and Mayling were probably watching Arthur Kirkland get owned by a shooting star!

"Okay guys, sorry about this, I'll fix it!" Emma walked into her bedroom, and then trailed off. "Guys? Guys?!" Emma froze, seeing the tea cups overturned on the carpet, and no sign of her two best friends. Emma's heart hammered in her chest, her mind barely registering the fact that the TV was frozen on the movie Hetalia: Paint It, White!.

What she did see, however, was something glowing in the center of her bedroom, hovering there in mid-air with a soft, light-red colour.

Okay, now that was definitely not normal, in so many ways!

Emma stared at it. She had always wanted to have something exciting happen, something supernatural and surreal, but she suddenly had cold feet, because this was happening way too quickly!

She was not confident, she was not brave, she was not capable and she was not ready for this!

The glowing thing in the middle of her room, however, thought that she was, or else it just wanted to ruin her life for her because, as soon as she turned to run away (to get help?), a cold wind blew from the light, forming white tendrils that wrapped around her ankles, causing her to fall over and injure both her wrists. As she began to get pulled towards the light, she let out a short scream.

Ranger, in the living room, heard the scream, and barked once, jumping up.

"Ranger!" Emma called, not sure if calling to him would be the best idea or not, but it was too late.

Ranger, rather than jumping the fence, crashed straight through it, and bounded down towards his youngest mistress' room, seeing her getting dragged into some bright light but not really understanding it. His hackles stood straight up, and then he yelped, as the tendrils grabbed him as well, and dragged him into the light.

As Emma whited out, all she could think was: If I'm not already dead, then Mum and Dad are SO going to kill me...

The Night Before...

Krystal sat on the floor, with her back leaning against the bed, enthralled with her favourite Disney Movie, The Little Mermaid.

Emma and Mayling lay on their stomaches on the bed, watching as Ariel sung to Eric about how she wished that she could be 'part of his world'.

Emma hummed along with the music - the only benefit to having a high-pitched voice was that she could sing, and she could sing well. She didn't like to do so in front of people, however.

"Hey, Ems?" Mayling asked her, muttering so as not to disturb Krystal's favourite movie.

"Hmm?"

"Who do you think is better looking - Prince Eric, or the Prince from Beauty And The Beast?" Mayling asked her.

Beauty And The Beast happened to be Emma's favourite Disney movie. Mayling's was Mulan.

Emma considered this, and then replied: "Prince Adam, definitely."

Mayling grinned. "As a human, or as the beast?"

"Both." Emma shrugged. "I'm not shallow."

Mayling nodded in agreement. "You're like Belle."

Emma grinned, as well. "I will tame the wildest man, and make him my own!"

From the floor, Krystal rolled her eyes, and looked over her shoulder at them. "A girl doesn't need a man to be happy." She argued. "She can accomplish much more on her own, really."

"Oh yeah?" Emma countered. "Tell that to Princess Melody."

"Touche." Mayling pointed out.

"Well, at any rate," Krystal shrugged, turning back to the TV. "Ariel should have stayed in the ocean and been happy."

"Krystal, that is so YOU." Mayling told her. "I like Mulan's approach to life - it doesn't matter how people see you, as long as you know yourself."

"Good point." Krystal nodded.

"I agree, although does anybody really know themselves?" Emma mused.

None of them knew the answer to that...

Now, moving through time and space, all three girls and one dog ended up in Broome, mid-morning, in 1942, just as the Japanese bombed the quiet coastal town...