Hey guys! So, here is a new fanfic, this time focusing on the beloved characters from Hetalia. And, yes, I do know that Wales is really a boy. However, since Wales has never been introduced (to my knowledge anyway), and I feel it will benefit my story better if Wales was a girl, I'm taking liberties. Besides, for all we know, we could be wrong all along and Wales actually IS a girl (or you could just think of her as femWales. Whatever flows your boat). Now, to the story!
I stared at England's house, which was vastly decorated with Christmas lights, with nervous apprehension. Before now I, Wales, never been to one of my brother's Christmas parties, or any of his parties for that matter. In fact, I've never even been to one of world conferences, or any conference where at least some of our world nations meet. And no, it's not because I have that phobia where people can't leave their home without panicking and screaming in fear. It's because England forbade me, the exact reasons unknown, but I have a good guess what they are.
As the loving, obedient sister, I obeyed him. While I always wanted to party or to at least know the other nations better, I didn't mind being denied to go because then I was actually pretty content to just stay at home. That and the fact that while I never threw anything, I still felt guilty for standing by while Scotland and Northern Ireland threw rocks and shot arrows at him. But that was then, not now. It's the end of 2014 for goodness sakes! It's high time I got over my guilt and at least socialize with other nations besides my brothers and France, who for some reason lately acts like I'm not there.
Feeling more resolute in disobeying my older brother, I knocked the big brass knocker. After a few minutes, I could hear footsteps. I took a deep breath to brace myself for the onslaught I was most likely to receive from England. I can do this, no, I have to do this for myself! I can't be sheltered anymore! Then the door opened, revealing my blond-haired brother with crazy eyebrows.
"Welcome to my..." England started to say till he fully saw me. His mouth dropped open in shock, which would have made me laugh if the situation wasn't so dire.
"Hey England," I said shyly. England's eyebrows started to twitch. Here it comes…
"WALES! What in the heck are you doing here!" shouted England.
"Um…going to your Christmas party?" I asked.
"No, you are not! You're going home right now!" yelled England, pointing in the direction I came.
"Please? I've never been and I really, really want to have more of a part in the world's affairs," I pleaded with my puppy-dog eyes. Fall for them my brother, fall for your baby sister's irresistible eyes…
"No you don't. Trust me," replied England without hesitation. Even though I was shocked that England didn't fall for my puppy-dog eyes, I didn't let it hinder me. Going inside that house was too important to me.
"But…" I started to argue.
"No means no Wales," interrupted England. Before I could begin arguing again, England sighed and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Look, if you really want to, we can spend Christmas day together," said England, trying to appease me. Now, I really didn't want to give up. But, I could tell from my brother's manner and words, that he wasn't going to budge. And what could I do against a big giant rock? His counter-offer wasn't that bad…at all. I sighed.
"Ok…" I started to say when a loud, familiar voice interrupted me.
"Hey England, what's going on?!" As England quickly looked irritated, America peered around England's shoulder, a Santa hat on his head and chewing on a candy cane.
"Nothing America, just go back to the party," England said as he tried to hide me from America. But it was too late.
"Wales! You're here!" exclaimed America happily.
"Not for long…" England started to say when America suddenly pushed England aside and grabbed my hand.
"C'mon sis, let's party!" exclaimed America. Immediately, America turned around and started to run rapidly, pulling me like a boy would fly a kite.
"AMERICA!" I heard England yell but America didn't stop, he only ran faster to my delight. Before I knew it, we were in the living room, where the party was.
"Whew, good thing I arrive just in time, huh Wales?" asked America he wiped some imaginary sweat off his face. With a big grateful smile on my face, I hugged him.
"Thanks bro," I said quietly. Yes, even though America is independent now, I still consider him as one of my brothers. Not that I ever admit it to England though, his eyebrows will definitely blast off if he knew. Even though deep down inside, I know England considers America as his baby brother too.
"Don't need to thank me, it's just what heroes do!" laughed America. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes. I don't why America is so obsessed with being a hero, but then, I didn't really care. He got me into the party, and that's what matters.
"Right," I said as I stopped hugging America and faced the party. And what a party it was. The place was decorated top to bottom and the Christmas tree, which was near the back wall, was big and beautiful. There was a long table was filled with all types of food. But the best thing of all, were all the nations, socializing in the room. Italy was eating a huge bowl of pasta and Germany was beside him, eating sausage and beer. Finland was putting presents under the tree and Austria was playing the piano.
"Um, you better start socializing right now because England's here," said America softly. I turned my head, and sure enough, England at the edge of the living room, looking really furious. I immediately turned my head again and walked right up to Russia. And yes, I am terrified of him, but I got to start somewhere right? Besides, I never really talked to him before, I've just seen glances of him as I passed by England's Conference room. Maybe he just is one of those people who looks like he can eat you in one gulp but in reality, has a heart of gold.
"Hey, I'm Wales, England's sister," I said with a smile, putting out one hand for Russia to shake, while I crossed my other fingers for luck behind my back. But instead of smiling and shaking my hand, or heck, even eating my hand, Russia just looked right through me and sipped his punch.
"Uh…hello?" I asked, waving my hand right in front of Russia's face. However, Russia just ignored me and took another sip of his punch.
"Where is France? I want the recipe for this punch," said Russia. Then suddenly, he walked right into me, making me fall on my bottom.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" I exclaimed, really agitated by now.
"Uh? I bumped into something, but nothing is there…kol kol kol," Russia laughed silently. My heart immediately felt like it was being clenched by a fist. Noth…nothing?
Before I could think any more about it, Russia moved his big booted foot like he was going to step on me. I rolled out of the way just in time, and while Russia just trudged on ahead, I shakily got up on my feet. What is going on? How could he not see me there? Wait…maybe he just has bad eyes! Yeah, that's it! I'll just talk to someone else!
Feeling better, I looked around and decided to talk to Japan, someone that England speaks highly of. I then walked up to him and patted his shoulder. When he turned around, I bowed.
"Hi, we've met once before, but in case you forgot, I'm Wales," I said. Instead of bowing back, Japan just looked confused.
"That's strange…I thought I felt someone pat my shoulder," said Japan. Fear entered my heart again as an answer to this phenomenon entered my head. I quickly shook my head to force it out, because it couldn't be true. It just couldn't!
"Someone did pat your shoulder! Me! Wales!" I cried, hysteria entering my voice. Then Prussia came up to Japan, with a plate filled with many different kinds of sausage.
"I'm back Japan, and I don't care what you say, you're trying…hey what are you looking at?" asked Prussia
"He's looking at me! Wales!" I cried, even more hysterically. However, Prussia didn't respond to me and Japan just turned to him.
"Nothing I suppose. I thought someone patted my shoulder but when I turned, no one was there," said Japan. Nothing. With that one word, I felt like Japan stabbed me in the heart with his sword.
"Kesesesee! Either you're getting too old, or someone's playing a trick on you!" laughed Prussia.
"Prussia! I know we hardly know each other, but, surely you're not so old that you can't see me!" I cried. However, Prussia just picked up a piece of sausage.
"Now come on Japan, sample this one," said Prussia. At this point, I…kind of lost it. I ran from person to person, begging them to talk and listen to me. But everyone, from China to Switzerland, didn't acknowledge me at all. At some point, I think I heard England calling my name, but I didn't respond to him. I was too desperate to prove my growing suspicion wrong. I mean…it just couldn't be true.
Then I saw France. My heart leapt up in much needed hope. He actually knows me! Surely, he will see and hear me! I then ran rapidly to him, my last hope.
"France! You can see and hear me, right?!" I exclaimed. I waited for him to turn away Hungary and talk to me, and waited. But…he never did. Is this why he doesn't act like I'm there, because…No…no! My hope rapidly dying, I grabbed his arm.
"Talk to me dagnabbit! I know you can hear me!" I exclaimed, dimly aware of a few tears running down my face. Instead of following my desperate commands, France only shrieked and pulled away from my grasp.
"France, what's wrong?" asked Hungary.
"Something…something grabbed my arm!" exclaimed France, who was shaking and was as pale as a ghost. I didn't hear Hungary's words of comfort to him as I slowly walked backwards, in total shock and despair. Like Canada sometimes…they can't see me…but unlike Canada…I'm really trying to get their attention! So why can't they see me! Why can't they hear me! Am I…so unimportant that…I am practically…inexistent?
Then suddenly, someone gently stopped me from walking backwards by putting a hand on my shoulder. Tears flowing down my cheeks, I slowly turned around to see England looking anxiously at me.
"Wales…I'm…" England started to say softly, before he apparently realized that he didn't know what to say. Usually, this would bug me to no end, but at this moment I was too heartbroken to care.
"England…am I even real?" I stammered through my tears. England, like he was shocked by my question, took a sharp intake of breath. He then put his hands on arms, and began to pull me into a hug. He also started to say something, but he quickly was interrupted by a big, booming crash outside that slightly shook the house.
So...how was it? Did you feel any emotion? Did I write England, America, Russia, etc. accurately? Please review, seriously, I need all the CONSTRUCTIVE criticism I could get! Till the next update, see ya!