A/N: For those who are reading How the End of the World has Changed Us, I promise you, I will finish that story! I will! I just need a break from the Walking Dead Franchise, but I will get back to it. It's my New Year Resolution to finish How the End of the World has Changed Us and possibly Self Proclaimed Hero, but I have to do some major thinking about where I want that story to go.
As for this new story, I decided to do a High School piece for Hetalia with Fem!America. I really have been liking Fem!America recently. The following characters genders have been changed, America, Canada, China, and Italy. The rest will likely stay the same. I don't normally write high school pieces because I prefer to stay in Canonverse, however, I started playing with the idea of, what would WWII be like if it took place in a high school. How would it turn out? You will have to connect the historical references yourself because I am far too lazy to note them in every chapter, but even if you don't notice them, it should still be a great plot!
Also, I can't write a story without love story within it. The main pairings will be UKxFem!America and RussiaxFem!America. Of course, there will be other pairings like GerxItaly, FrxUK, AmericaxJapan, CanXPrus, RusXChina...and so forth. Basically like all high school novels. Love all over the place.
Hope ya'll enjoy!
She busted out of the black limo, large duffle bag thrown over her shoulder. Her shoulder length auburn hair blew out in the wind as she had a full grin on her face. She hardly noticed the chill of the fall weather, far too excited to be heading back to school to care anything about stupid cold. After all, she could handle anything. She was awesome!
"Miss Jones, your other bags," her driver stated, pulling out multiple rolling baggage and placing it on the sidewalk.
"Got it, Tony!" she responded and quickly tried to maneuver all the bags so she would only have to take one trip. She heard the driver sigh, but paid him no mind, as she moved down the sidewalk to the dorm rooms.
It was her first day as a sophomore at World Academy, an elite school that only accepted one student from each country. Each year took place at a different country, and sophomore year was probably going to be the best because they were in France! Oh Paris! She inwardly squealed. She had been here once with her father, but she had been a small child. Now, she felt like an adult and she would take this place by storm.
She shifted one of her bags in her arms that was covering her face. She wished she could see more, but she would have to get to her room to drop this luggage off. She wondered who she would be rooming with this year. Last year, she got stuck with this girl from Iran, and for some reason the girl just hated her. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but this year, she was sure to have better luck. She tried to peer over the bag in her face, but just as she did so, she collided with something, dropping everything to the ground, hitting it herself.
She cursed, rubbing her knee as she looked up at the monstrous tall shadow. What had she hit? A wall?
It took a moment for her to take in the figure. He was tall, well built, with a strong recognizable jaw line. He wore his overbearing coat, and his violet eyes looked down at her with dismissal. His light blond hair almost appeared ash color, and she frowned at the sight of him. They had some classes together the year before, and while they had gotten along in the beginning, it strangely grew competitive.
"Amelia, have you forgotten how to walk…again?" he remarked in a Russian accent.
She huffed and pushed herself up. "No!" she snapped back, "Your big body is just always in the way, Ivan!" She started throwing her bags back over her shoulder as she caught site of that annoying fake smile pull on his lips.
"I can always count on you for use of wit, yes?" he mocked her, and it made her antsy. Just because she wasn't great with words like Francis and Arthur were didn't mean she couldn't use them!
"Are you asking for a fight, Ivan!" she dropped her bags and brought her fist up, standing on her tip toes to seem taller, even though he still towered over her. "I might be a girl, but I could knock you flat!" she bit back.
He laughed, almost childishly at her, "Your temper has not changed. I have no interest in being expelled, but do trust me, little child, I have no qualms hitting a girl when they do not know when to shut their loud mouth," his words holding the same friendly tone.
"I only SHOUT" she purposefully said the word even louder, "to make sure you can hear me up there, dude!" She laughed herself at the joke and the way he winced the loud voice.
She could hear him mumbling some nonsense in his language, he looked ready to lunge, and she prepared herself. She knew one day they would get into a brawl, but she hadn't expected it the first day. So what? She could take him.
"Amelia! Bloody Christ! Your first day and you're already getting into a fight!" she heard Arthur's British accent as the boy ran up to her, yanking her arm and pulling her away from Ivan. The boy looked up at the taller one with a nervous smile, "Now, now, Ivan, we both know she says things without thinking. Nothing going on up there."
He knocked her hard on the head, causing her to shout, "Ow!" and rub her poor head.
"You see?" Arthur stated.
Ivan grunted and turned away from them, walking off to do whatever ruski's do. Amelia glared at his back before turning her glare on Arthur. "I could have handled him!" she huffed, picking up her bags one more time, which caused the dirty blonde boy to roll his green eyes and rub his temple.
"Sometimes you are quite daft. A thank you should be in order," he remarked. She could see his shiny black shoe tapping on the ground impatiently. Arthur was always quite uptight. She supposed that's what happened when your father was the Prime Minister of an entire country.
She picked up another bag finally, standing fully with everything in hand, including the rolling bags. She looked over the boy that was a few inches taller than her and his narrowed eyes. She gave him a half smile. "Ah dude, I can't stay mad at you. How was your summer?" she asked.
Arthur looked to be fuming underneath all that class, but without warning he reached out and grabbed one of her bags. "Fine. Let me help you. You look like a hooligan with all those bags," he said, taking two away from her.
She gave him a full grin and a shrug. "Thanks Iggy! I don't mind though. I got killer strength. Even beat my cousin in an arm wrestling match this summer," she answered, but knew it would be pointless to debate. Arthur constantly scolded her for her poor manners, but nonetheless, he had become her closest friend.
"You truly shouldn't brag about such things, young lady," he grunted, having a bit more difficulties with the bags then her.
She laughed. Iggy could be quite funny at times, always acting sophisticated. Her father had told her to act mature, and she did when they were out campaigning on Senate years, but once the cameras were off, she relaxed and had fun. Iggy needed to learn to do the same thing. Actually, most of the students that went to World Academy needed to learn to relax. They were all daughters or sons of prominent families within their country of origins, some fun wouldn't kill them.
She took in the Sophomore Year Campus in awe as they finally entered the courtyard. It held the old arcetechture that matched the same brick layered sidewalks and buildings of Paris and yet held garden work much more common in Versailles. With the campus being on the outskirts of Paris, she knew it would be a fun year.
Iggy was rambling on about things women her age should do if they want to impress their peers. She had tuned him out a few minutes ago. Instead her eyes came across a small Asian boy and she squealed in joy. "Kiko!" she shouted and ran over to him at one of the bench. She had known the boy from Japan since she was a child. His father used to be the Japanese Ambassador to the United States, and they had a few family dinners together. They both played video games and enjoyed the newest horror flicks.
Kiko tensed as she ran towards him with Iggy following and stumbling behind with all the other bags. She dropped her bags and reached down, yanking him into a huge hug. The boy grunted and flushed.
"Amelia?" he mumbled, "Could you possibly put me down?"
She didn't hear him. He always spoke so softly, so she continued to hug and swing him around like a rag doll until she heard loud coughing.
"Excuse me, Miss Jones, we were in a middle of a conversation," a thick German accent intruded.
It was followed by an even louder one, "Sheesh! That's one way to go! Death by hug!" The voice laughed harder.
"Oh no, I don't wish for Kiku to be hurt. Can't we eat pasta instead?" a feminine Italian accent entered.
She jolted back, dropping Kiku as the voices came around her. She hadn't even noticed other people on the bench with him. She always been told she was bad at noticing surroundings, but there stood the two twin German brothers, Ludwig & Gilbert, and Felicia, the super sweet Italian girl.
"Oh woah, dudes! Didn't even see ya'll there! How are you?" she grinned and waved at them. She wasn't particular close to any of them, but she never was one to turn down new friends. Ludwig appeared to be glaring at her, but that made little sense. He probably had something in his eye.
Japan was breathing heavily, bent over his knees as he attempted to get a hold of himself. With one final deep breath, he stood straight, his school uniform in pristine condition as if nothing had happened. His eyes became distant as he looked at her. "Amelia, not to be inconsiderate, we are in the middle of a discussion," he said, bowing his head to her.
She looked at the four of them. Gilbert's mischief smirk. Felicia's nervous twitching with her fingers. Ludwig's stern expression. Hmm. Something seemed to be going on here. "No worries, Kiku! What were ya'll chatting about? Have you already gotten tickets for the Katy Perry Concert?! She is supposed to be touring in Paris this year!" she said a little bit enthusiastically.
"For fuck sakes! You are dense! Does the awesome Gilbert have to spell it out for you?!" Gilbert grinned and shouted, causing Ludwig to groan in frustration.
Arthur finally made it to her side, puffing and breathing heavily with the bags. "What the bloody hell did you pack in these?" he muttered until realizing the scene he had come upon. His eyes widened, and he nudged, or more like pushed her away. "Amelia, we should leave."
She tilted her head confused. They were definitely up to something. Normally, Kiku is never so cold, and when did he start spending time with the German brothers. She stumbled slightly at the push, but merely laughed it all off as she grabbed her bags again. "Gezz, Arthur! I thought stuffy Englishmen were all about patience!" she laughed and glanced at Kiku giving him a worried look, "See ya, Kiku. See ya guys!" She went backed to the direction the dorm, hearing Arthur next to her.
She could feel his glare on her skin. "Amelia, I can't believe you just run off into that mess. Do you ever think before you act?" he scolded her.
She glanced at him with a serious expression, "You knew about this?"
The expression obviously took Arthur by surprised because he stuttered for a moment before responding. "Of course. Europe is small, especially in the circles we run in. The four of them have been spending time together all summer. Kiku's father is the ambassador to Germany now. They have been avoiding any other invitations except for their own. The obviously have their little clique. It doesn't concern me, after all. I have no interest to be a part of it," he paused, looking forward, "It merely is interesting, especially with what Ludwig implemented last year."
She nodded, remembering the dreaded soccer competition that seemed to stem into everyone's lives. She never liked soccer, so she didn't get sucked into it until the end of the year, but they all had thought Ludwig knew better then to be overly ambitious. People don't change though.
She finally grinned, "It's the first day! I'm one hundred percent positive this year is going to be better than the last!" She started laughing. Arthur own frown slowly turned into a smile as well.
Kiku turned back around with emotionless facial features, as Gilbert was bent over backwards laughing, "What an idiot!" Kiku didn't respond to the harsh words. Amelia had been his friend in the past, but as the sun sets every evening time shall past. His father has been putting pressure on him to perform at his best, stressing higher education decisions, and with Amelia holding the second highest marks in the grade, it made her intense competition. He currently sat at the fifth highest, leaving Chun Yan, Ivan, Amelia, and Arthur ahead of him in that order. His father would be so disappointed in him if he failed to reach the top of his class.
"I believe we should discuss tonight's business, correct Mr. Beilschmidt?" he asked politely.
Lugwig nodded, "Yes, Gilbert you managed to acquire tickets to Francis' party tonight." It was more of a statement than a question, but Gilbert still grinned and pulled out four tickets.
"Never doubt the awesomeness!"
Maddie was organizing her side of the room, packing everything into its particular spot. She had even hung up her favorite picture of Justin Bieber on the wall. She smiled softly. She hoped everyone remembered her. She knew she tended to blend into the walls, yet she hoped this year might be different for her.
The door slammed opened and a small girl dropped all of her bags on the ground and shouted, "Success!"
Maddie's eyes widened. "Oh..cousin," she said softly. She hadn't known the school had put her and Amelia together. The very thought caused a slight headache to appear. She truly loved her cousin deeply. She merely wished she would speak quieter at times. It could be quite exhausting.
She watched her walk into the room straight passed her. Amelia then jumped on the other bed and squealed. "Iggy! This room is awesome!" she shouted, still not saying anything to Maddie.
Maddie turned her head to see Arthur walk in, panting heavily with the rest of the bags. "Amelia, stop acting like a five year old! Get off the bed!" he scolded, and Maddie smiled softly. Arthur hadn't changed since last year.
"Hi Arthur," she said quietly, waving.
It took Arthur a moment, then he startled in surprise. "Hello Madeline, I didn't see you there," he responded with a polite nod.
"MADDIE!" Amelia screamed her name and tackled her in a tight hug, "I can't believe we're roommates! This is going to be the best year ever!"
Maddie shifted in the grip. "Ah yes, it will be fun," she said softly. She suspected the reason the school board had put them together was to prevent the incident that happened last year with Amelia's roommate.
Amelia finally let go and Maddie took in a deep breath, looking at all her bags. "You…packed a lot, cousin," she stated.
"She packed bricks, I'm sure of it," Arthur grumbled, shifting through the monstrous amount of baggage.
Amelia laughed, "You got to be prepared! Besides," she went to one of her bags and opened it up, revealing that it was full of snacks, chips, and candy, "I couldn't go a year without good old American food!"
Maddie's eyes widened and Arthur's face deadpanned into disbelief before she saw his temper rise. "You dim witted buffoon! This is the junk food that will make you fat!" he snapped.
Maddie stepped away, knowing better to get in the way of Arthur when the boy became like this. Amelia grinned and walked up to him, tapping him on the chest then under his chin. "Iggy, I know you enjoy my food, American culture is your vice," she smirked, as she teased him.
It caused the boy to blush then cross his arms and turn his sight from her. "Some of the candy is occasionally edible," he responded. Maddie rubbed her hands together as she watched the scene. Everyone knew Arthur had a crush on Amelia, except…well, Amelia. He was one of the few boys who could put up with her overbearing personalities. She wondered quietly to herself if this year he might actually mention something to her. Which reminded her, she had seen Francis earlier.
She coughed slightly interrupting them, "Francis gave me three tickets to his party tonight for us to go."
Arthur huffed and glared at her, though she suspected the glare was truly directed at Francis who wasn't here. "Why didn't the frog just give them to us himself?" he asked.
Maddie flushed, not wanting to repeat what Francis had told her. She nervously looked at the floor. "He said that Amelia tends to run into me more like a bulldozer in a glass house and Arthur would be following her like a sad pathetic puppy," she repeated.
She didn't have to look up to know Arthur was fuming with rage. Amelia just laughed and grabbed the tickets from her, "The French have such funny ways of doing things! I wonder who else is coming! I bet he invited the whole school! Or maybe some famous French chef! I'm already hungry!"
Maddie smiled at her cousin's obliviousness. Arthur plucked his ticket, muttering curses likely about Francis before turning his focus on the girls. "We can all ride together. I'll prepare a car to pick us up at 8pm," he stated.
"Sounds awesome! I got the perfect dress in mind!" she bent down and started digging through her bags, throwing clothes in random directions.
Maddie tried dodging the clothes and gave a tired look to Arthur, "I suspect we might be a bit late," she mouthed to him.
He smirked and nodded, "Alright, I will see you both tonight." He then left out the room, leaving poor Maddie to deal with the terribly mess Amelia was already creating.
"Found it!" she pulled out a red dress.
"Oh cousin…" she sighed softly.
