BOO-YA! YAY! Okay, this does revolve around an OC or maybe two, so if you dislike, hate, no likey, or spit at that stuff leave now. Thank you! This was inspired my "Viva la Vida" by Colplay~


"…and then Boo Radley scared the living shit outta Scout and Jem. Any questions?"

"WHAT KIND OF ORAL REPORT IS THAT? YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" I had to cover my ear from becoming deaf as my best friend screeched over the phone.

"Well, he did! I'm guessing, at least! I haven't read the whole entire book, you know!" I replied just as loudly, if not softer. "Like you haven't, either!"

That got her. She stayed silent for a few minutes until saying back, "That's 'cause I have a life, and I don't spend it watching anime and Hetalia, pendeja."

I had to laugh at that one. She watched Hetalia as much as I did, if not more! "Yeah, right. Alright, I'll rewrite it. Happy?"

"Very. I gotta go, my little sister's eating tissues again. See you in a week!" she chirped as we hung up. I nonchalantly tossed my phone onto my bed and ventured downstairs for something to munch on.

Alright, intro time. My name is Melody deLuna, a 10th grader. The name sucks, I know, but hey, parents will be parents. My hair is a dark brown that reaches to my neck, since I hate having long hair. My eyes match my hair, and my skin color is a soft tan. Anyways, the chick I was just talking to? She's Nate Martinez, the total opposite of me. Except, she does watch anime and manga and obsess over everything Japanese. No wonder Japan's her favorite character…

So, here I am, just chillin' at home…spring break just started, and my parents decided to take a vacation for a couple of days on a cruise. Being the "responsible" adults they were, they left me alone with 700 bucks to spend on "food and emergencies only", which only translated to me as "Go spend this stuff on that new Legend of Zelda game, dude! Along with Hetalia: Axis Powers season three and all the pizza you can eat!"

Don't get me wrong, my parents were great. At times. When they can be. Okay, once in a full moon they can be alright, happy? They weren't the strictest parents…yet they weren't the loosest parents. Both my mother and father came from Monterrey, Mexico, to the United States and had me, along with my sister. They do alright, since my dad's an automobile painter and my mom's an optical manager. It's just that sometimes, they can be stubborn. They don't really listen to what other people have to say, mostly me. Still, since I have no where to go, I'm stuck here.

"Let's see…what do we have to eat here…" I asked myself as I peered through the fridge to hunt down something edible. As I did this, I heard a loud crash outside the door.

"…I-It's probably just thunder or something." I told myself. Fat chance. I thought. It's sunny as can freaking be out there!

Gathering all the bravery I could muster, I peeked out the window in the kitchen. Outside, a guy with brown hair in a crazy-anime style was on the ground, facedown, next to a destroyed bike. I waited to see if he would move or start walking away, but he stayed on the ground. Ignoring the first step of what to do if someone's on the ground and not moving, I panicked. Big time.

"HOLY CRAP! ARE YOU OKAY?" I yelled once I got some decent clothes on and dashed outside. "HIJA DE TU MADRE, ESTAS BIEN?"

"...muurff…" he grumbled. Taking this as a yes, I quickly ran back into the house to get a first-aid kit and tried to help him sit up.

"Come on, whoever you are, sit up like a big boy!" I said as I pulled his arm up. "Can you talk now?"

He managed to sit up fully, and immediately his face brightened up. "Yes! Why, thank you, miss!" his voice was really cheery, along with is attitude. I saw that he was wearing the weirdest clothes I've ever seen…something about them reminded me about Vocaloid. His shirt was black, and he had on a short-sleeved coat that reached down to his ankles. His pants were also black, but had arrows going down the pant line that were blue and yellow. His eyes were an electrifying red color, and I noticed he had a tattoo of the number 11 on his shoulder. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along!"

Come along? He crashed right outside my house! I though to myself as he smiled brightly. "It's no problem, mister."

"Oh, you can call me Cooper, young lady. I've no use of such formalities," Cooper stated, nodding to himself. "Am what may I be honored to call you?"

"Oh, er…Melody," I replied, glancing at his bare shoulder, where a nasty scratch lay. "Oh, man, your shoulder! Here, let me see it."

I took some gauze out from the small kit and gently wrapped the bloody scratch. Once I was done, he examined it carefully, as if he'd never seen anything like it before. "My…you are a pleasant young lady, aren't you?" he gushed, cheeks turning pink. "You remind me of my dear younger sister- goodness, how adorable she is! With those cheeks and that darling smile…my!"

Sister complex, huh? 'Kay…I can deal with this…I cleared my throat a bit loudly to draw his attention back.

"Oh, heavens! I seemed to get a bit side-tracked there, eh? That aside, I want to thank you greatly, miss Melody. I might have bled myself dry if you hadn't come along, yes, I might have!" he chirped. "You're a very decent and kind girl, miss Melody. I'd like to repay you, if you don't mind."

I started to think of what he could do for me in return, but shook the thought away. "It's okay, Cooper, you don't have to-"

"NONSENSE! I simply must! I'll have no debt staining my conscience, dear. For the kind gesture, I'll give you one free wish." Cooper reached into his coat pocket and fished out a small card.

"Wish? What do you mean?"

"A wish! You have heard of them, haven't you?"

"Well, yes, but…you can't really grant wishes, can you?" I asked, dumbfounded. Where was this guy getting at?

"Ah, you see, miss Melody, that is for you to find out~! You can take the card and see for yourself, or you can wander on back into your house and act as if nothing's happened. The choice is yours."

I stared at the car handed to me. Turning it over and examining it, it seemed like an average card- except on one side it held lines and a caption that read, "You heart's desire".

"Well, I must be on my way, now, miss Melody. I do thank you again for the kindness you've shown me." Cooper bowed respectfully and picked up his bike. "I do hope to run into you again, young miss!"

Hopping onto the dark blue bike, he sped away down the street and out of my life. I slowly brought my eyes down onto the card again and walked back inside.

"Wish, huh? Yeah, right." I said to myself as I tossed the card onto the counter in the kitchen.

~~~~ That night ~~~~

"I love that movie…so much…" I said to myself as I watched the ending credits for Hetalia: Paint it, white! streamed down the screen. "Now time for sleep."

Snuggling up close to the pillows on the couch, I let my mind wander. Today was pretty…interesting. What with that strange guy, Cooper and all. He's just crazy…right? I felt myself getting more unsure about the whole wish thing by the minute. I can't help but feel he's telling the truth. I shifted my gaze to the kitchen, with the light pouring into the living room (no way I'd sleep in the dark). Maybe…

I grunted in frustration, and tossed the covers aside. I stood up and sauntered into the kitchen, picking up the white card from the counter. "Well, look at me, I'm actually gonna do this…" I laughed to myself, swiping a pen from the table. I scrawled on the lines my most-wanted wish. I shook my head when I thought of something better to add at the end. Setting the pen down, I looked at my wish a final time, making sure I really wanted this. Wait, I'm not even sure this will come true! I have to stop being so childish, really. I put down the card and yawned. It's getting late, so I better go off to bed. We'll just see if this so-called "wishing card" will really grant my wish.

~~~~The next morning~~~~

"Ve…Doitsu?" Italy asked as he walked into Germany's living room.

"Ja? What is it?" the German replied from the kitchen.

"Why's there a girl sleeping on your couch?"


Cooper isn't mine, he's my friend on DeviantART's-TetraMuffins. And I really am reading To Kill A Mocking Bird for English class...it's a good book, but Boo Radley does scare me a little...xD Anyway, tell me what you think, please! I love feedback, critical or just fluffy feedback~