Hello! This is my first fanfiction,Hetalia or otherwise. I would really appreciate some feedback and constructive critisism.
Before I begin, I need to say a few more things. There will not be any countries involved in either the prologue or the first chapter, at least, not until the very end. So, please bear with me! I will try to have the second chapter up soon so you guys can enjoy the actual characters of Hetalia, and not just my OCs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, but I do own my OCs.
I arrived at my school, my heart pounding from anticipation. I felt free and light as air as I made my way through the crowded hallway. There was a reason for my giddiness.
Today was the last day of eighth grade, the last day of middle school. Next year, I would be a freshman, and I would go to the high school instead of this puny middle school. I kept that happy thought in my mind as I made my way upstairs to the place me and all my friends met every morning, the library.
I saw two of my friends sitting at a table on the opposite end from the door, our usual table. Making my way to them, I was unnoticed in the crowd. I crept up right behind them, ready to surprise them, when….
"Ha! I saw you first, England!"
Okay. Before I proceed with my story, there are a few things you need to know about me and my group of friends. We were, back in eighth grade, completely, without a doubt, irrefutably obsessed with all things Hetalia. Every one of us had seen most, if not all, of the episodes. We made references daily, even hourly. And we gave each other nicknames, based on which country suited us best. For example, my name is actually Olivia, but I was dubbed England because I practically never let go of a grudge, I'm very sarcastic, and I cannot, I mean cannot cook. I've screwed up so many things, it's funny.
My friends that I snuck up on from behind were Kaylee and Taylor. We called them America and Germany, even though I didn't really see Taylor as a Germany. She'd proclaimed herself that, and we just went along with it.
"But I heard you first, America!"
"I'm not America, I'm Hungary! Get it right!"
Oh, yeah. Kaylee had been trying to convince us all that she was Hungary, and not America, since she had finished up the released seasons. Sometimes, I was inclined to agree, but it came down to one thing. We needed an America. We could do without a Hungary.
"Oh, shut up before I beat you with my peace prize, America."
I turned around, already knowing who it would be. My other friend Megan was behind me. If you haven't already figured it out, she's Switzerland. And she's actually a really good Switzerland, too. It's a good fit.
Megan was standing next to Grace, our resident Italy.
"Hi!" she said to me. Then she turned to Taylor. "I promise I'll get your white flag done by the end of the summer! Then you can bring it to the first day of high school, like me, and we can wave them around!"
Yep, it was official. Grace was definitely Italy.
Unknown to me, the final member of our group was sneaking up on me very, very quietly. I didn't have the hearing senses of Kaylee, so I didn't know she was behind me until a voice whispered in my ear.
"You will become one with Mother Russia, da?"
I jumped, shrieked, "NO!" and proceeded to be chased around the table for a full minute before the librarian saw us and made us stop.
The final member of our group was named Hannah, and she was unmistakably Russia.
There was no way she could be anyone else. She was, forgive me for saying this, but she was just plain evil. Most of the time. Or maybe it was evil genius? She was probably more of an evil genius, if only for the fact that she had the highest IQ out of all of us. She was really creepy sometimes, too. But she was still one of my best friends.
Taylor was the one who was legitimately obsessed. She was the one who'd discovered Hetalia in the first place, and the one who had corrupted us all. You didn't often see her without her Kindle, which she would often pull out and begin reading Hetalia fan fiction on. We always teased her about how her mind permanently lived in the gutter, in the house next to France. To be honest, Megan, Hannah and I would stray down into the gutter on occasion, but we always withdrew before things got too out of hand. But not Kaylee or Grace. Their minds were permanently pure, untouched by the gutter. We teased them about that, too.
"Hey, can you guys believe that it's already the last day of school?" Taylor looked at all of us wistfully. "I mean, it feels like just yesterday we were in 6th grade orientation, before we discovered Hetalia.
"Huh, as far as I'm concerned, Germany, you've pretty much always been obsessed with Hetalia.
"Oh, shut up England."
I laughed at her. She used that insult practically every day. It no longer had an effect on me. Not that it ever really did.
"It's true, you know!" I teased. "I swear, the first time we met, you had your nose buried in fan fiction."
"I did not!" she protested. "I started reading it this year, idiot!"
"Sure, sure, whatever you say."
She scoffed at me and turned to Kaylee.
"Fine, be that way."
Looking over at Hannah, she seemed worried. I thought I knew why.
"Are you worried your parents will find your computer?" I said, looking straight at her.
"Sort of," she admitted. "I can't believe they won't let us bring anything except our yearbooks to school today."
"Yeah, I know." I had to leave behind my IPod, which was as important to me as Taylor's Kindle was to her. I momentarily hated the school but let that feeling relax. After all, it was our last day here!
I was done with being an eighth grader. I wanted to grow up, and experience life outside of school. After today, there were only four years left! And after that, who knew? Who even cared?
We talked some more until the bell rang. I almost picked up my backpack, before realizing it wasn't there. I left the library, heading for my first class, ready to end the year once and for all.
How was it? Please, be honest! It's my first decent try at writing any fanfiction.
And, I know it's short, but the first chapters will be, at least until I get my writing style down.
I'm so nervous right now!
Ok, bye! I'm done intruding on your life, at least for now!
