Sometimes, Mikaela wondered if life wasn't just a big sick joke. Broken bones and too-soon funerals weren't really her type of humor, sure, but maybe that was just what real comedy looked like. People laugh at anything these days. Hell, even she laughed at the situation she was in- confused, disoriented, about to move to some off-the-map town that may as well be one million miles away.
The night that they had first bought up the m-word was a laugh. She remembered that dinner, so quiet and tense and awkward (as usual), when the old man finally cleared his throat as though he were going to say something momentous- and then said nothing at all. Trophy wife (she supposed most people would call her a step mother, but she really wasn't one) was the one to finally break the silence a few long minutes later.
So, honey, I know this may be hard for you with all of your friends here and all, but…
And then she hesitated again, and then he hesitated again, and then finally one of them mumbled something under their breath and it took Mikaela a full minute to discern what had been said. And when she did, she grinned- apparently they thought that they were moving.
Great, she told them. Fucking boring around here anyway. And then she humored them by sitting through the rest of the uncomfortable dinner and talking about it, watching the man raise a brow at her taking it so well. I can take a joke, she had wanted to say, as the other two fidgeted uncomfortably in their seats like they were serious or something. But, she didn't say it. She pretended right along with them. Wasn't she just so generous, playing along with their silly little whims?
She paid no attention to the weeks after when the man started getting calls from his 'new company' (is that what they call phone sex these days?) and she didn't really think much of it when they started printing out pictures of some nice house on the internet (way nicer than they ever had, that was for sure), but then the boxes came. The boxes actually bothered her a little- but just a little. At least until she woke up and found piles and piles of those boxes stacked throughout the house. They were actually filled with stuff that they used on a day to day basis. The boxes suddenly bothered her a lot more at that point. It had taken her fifteen minutes just to find the box with her hair wax, and ten more to find the box that held her favorite boots- oh hell she was pissed.
And that was when she realized that they probably thought that they were being serious about this whole moving thing.
She hadn't been entirely sure how to react at that point. She wasn't necessarily upset- she wasn't kidding when she said nothing ever happened- but she was a bit stunned. So the old man finally decided to do something with his life? It was probably from that pretty little whore he married oh, maybe a few months ago. The trophy wife. Did he actually care that much about impressing her? (He never cared about impressing mom that much.) The notion was almost enough to make Mikaela laugh.
But still, she wasn't able to swallow the idea. She actually started looking at the house in the picture, actually started looking at the map that they were supposed to take, and it all seemed so surreal still. It didn't feel any less unrealistic when they offered to let her skip school to get the car ready- she had always thought that hell would freeze over before she was actually encouraged to cut class, but she didn't see any ice yet.
So here she was, staring at the wall of cardboard in front of her, and not any more able to process what was happening. She tongued her lip ring, tasting the cold metal and wondering if it was more likely that the piercing would get infected again (like it had when she had first done it years ago with an apple slice and a safety pin) or that they were actually going through with this bat-shit crazy idea.
A moving man tapped her on the shoulder and politely informed her that she needed to move over so that they could close the back of the truck. Slowly, she walked towards the 'family' car (ha! Like they were ever a family) and climbed in back, starting to wonder if it was really a good idea to let them ship her car- she kind of wanted to drive alone now.
Too late. The old man turned the keys and started out the driveway, and her ride was probably half way there by now.
She never saw the roads that they took. Nor did she see any of the towns they passed through or the lack of other cars in front of and behind them. Somehow, Mikaela managed to sleep the entire time. Depression? No. She was still too shocked to be depressed. It was probably just fatigue. Of course, it's not like she could possibly think so coherently so deep in her back-seat slumber. Sleep was never meant for thinking, anyway. That was why she slept.
With no idea how much time had passed, she eventually woke up to an unfamiliar stretch of road out her window with pretty houses trimming the sides. Was she going to live in one of those? Those nice little houses that people sometimes called home?
This really was a bat-shit crazy idea.
Eventually, they stopped. It took her a minute to register what was happening when she was handed a key, and a minute more to get out of the car. It took her two to stop staring and walk up the driveway, three to climb the stairs and look at the room was supposed to be hers, and three days to help the old man heave boxes in while the trophy wife occasionally did something useful. And still, nothing really seemed to sink in.
So, come Monday when she actually had to get to her new school, she found herself behind the driver's wheel of her car when she realized that she had no idea where she was going. She went back in and looked around the kitchen table for some sort of map, and eventually managed to find one of only the town and not every road that they had taken to get there. When she carried it back into her car she realized she still didn't know what road she was on, but decided to wing it. Consequently, the first road she took was in the exact opposite direction.
After a little over half an hour of driving down unfamiliar roads, she finally managed to get to the school. She parked, cut the engine, and closed her eyes for a minute. It was true, wasn't it? This was a new town. She was actually in a different reality than she was three days ago, living a new life, at a new school, with new people to deal with. She was re-starting from scratch. Fuck.
That meant… well, it meant a lot of things, more of which she would think about later, but her immediate concern was how to out herself here. It was a big enough deal to everyone when she came out the first time, and that was in a pretty liberal, urban area. Now she would have to do it all over again, in this little off-the-chart town where people probably didn't even know that lesbians were real and not anything like in porn.
Hiding wasn't an option. She sure as hell wasn't staying in the closet, even if she had to get up on a lunch table and scream it out so that all of the little fuckers heard her. That would probably get her into quite a few fights, but she was willing to deal- sometimes sacrifices had to be made. Popularity was probably going to be one of them. Now realizing that she was finally taking things seriously, she mentally praised herself and took a deep breath. Breathe. Maybe if she just turned on the charm the first few weeks and got a few friends it wouldn't be such a big deal when she came out. Teens would go with anything if the cool kids were doing it. Good plan. Her charisma could carry her far.
She took another minute in the car, mentally preparing herself to re-open her eyes and take things seriously now. Real life, real place, real things that happen in real life in real places were about to happen. Slowly she opened her eyes, everything suddenly standing out to her so much more. She reached for the door and stepped out slowly, grabbing her messenger bag from the passenger seat before closing and locking the car and walking towards the front of the building. There were still kids outside when she got there, talking, laughing, like normal teens tend to do. Opening the nearest door, she decided that maybe she'd look around a bit.
She wasn't at all expecting what she found.
There, right there in front of her were two girls, limbs tangled together and mouths occupied in a battle for dominance- in this town that she had just accused of being homophobic. She wasn't entirely sure what to think, except for that it was strangely hot.
"Damn." She said in surprise, not realizing she had said it aloud until the girl with pigtails and somewhat prominent eyebrows broke the kiss and almost jumped a little, obviously startled.
"Bloody hell Julchen! You can't just-" She suddenly stopped short when she saw Mikaela standing there and her eyes widened a little.
"O-oh…" She mumbled, looking away from Mikaela as though she was suddenly embarrassed. "S-sorry. You just sounded so much like…"
Once the girl had trailed off, unable to finish, the other stepped forward. Her cow-girl style boots made noticeable thuds as they hit the tile, and the bomber jacket that she wore was definitely at least a size too large. She stopped a few feet in front of Mikaela, hands on her tilted hips.
"Ya' ever heard 'a knocking? C'mon, ya' owe the hero at least that courtesy." She said, not so much annoyed as almost amused. Her short, curled locks bobbed while she talked, blue eyes almost sparkling with some sort of mischief Mikaela could have sworn she'd seen before- did she look like that, once?
"Amelia! Use. Proper. English. You're considered a heroine, you're a girl." The other cut her off, pouting slightly. She straightened her glasses a little as though it was supposed to make the other take her more seriously, but it only earned a laugh from the so-called hero.
"No, Alice, I'm the hero! Everyone knows that! Right?" Amelia said, looking to Mikaela for help.
"Uh, sure-" Mikaela was cut off by the pig-tailed girl again.
"Git! Don't just drag people you don't even know into this!"
"Ah ha ha ha! You're just mad because she agreed with me!"
"You are such a bloody wanker!"
"But you love me." Amelia drawled, a cautious smile on her face. She walked back over to Alice, reaching out and taking her hand before pressing a kiss against her forehead. The shorter of the two sighed slightly, as though defeated.
"But I love you."
At that, Amelia grinned even wider and picked the British girl up (who squirmed a little), before looking back over to Mikaela.
"Room's all yours now dude! Catch ya' later!" Amelia almost yelled, carrying Alice out of the room to continue their business elsewhere. That left Mikaela alone with her thoughts, which mostly consisted of one question: What the fuck just happened?
Walking over to a desk, she sat down and rubbed at her temples for a moment while she thought. Okay. So maybe people were more open minded than she had initially thought. It wasn't like she should have been so surprised- teenagers did things like that all the time, and she almost felt ashamed for being startled on account of the fact that it was two girls. Talk about hypocritical. It was comforting, though, to know that she was obviously not the only lesbian in the school. She would be just fine. Hell, maybe she'd run into those two again later. Eyebrows seemed a little uptight but the other was fun.
She stood up again, considerably more confident than before, and walked out the door that Amelia had left out of. She wasn't entirely sure what room she had been in, but now she supposed that she was in one of the hallways of the school… somewhere… Fuck. Maybe she should have asked for directions before those two left.
Eventually she got so lost that she actually found the office. The ladies at the desk seemed almost sympathetic to the poor misplaced girl that transferred in at random; she could tell by the way that they smiled and nodded at her while they gave her the schedule. Lots of people smiled at her like that, especially the nurses when they tried to ask her about-
Well. No point in dwelling on the past.
So she walked through the hallways, map and schedule in hand, looking for her first period class. It was a lot easier to navigate with some idea of where she was going, and she found herself at a door that was probably the correct one. Taking a breath, she stopped just before it and waited for a minute. She could hear the dull murmur of a few people's conversation, and pencils scratching across homework that should have been done last evening. It wasn't like it was that strange- so why was her heart pounding like it had been the first day of fucking kindergarten? She really needed to get a grip on herself.
After another minute she swallowed her apprehension and stepped in. The room wasn't nearly full yet, but there were a few people present. Each one made her want to smack herself silly for worrying that her sexuality would be some big deal.
In the left corner there was a couple cuddling- yes, cuddling- in a desk chair, a brunette very patiently watching the blonde flail around with her hands as she tried to relay a very outrageous story about a pony. Occasionally the darker haired girl laughed a little, and blondie would smile just a little wider than she had been- it was sweet, Mikaela found herself thinking. She only let her eyes linger a little longer before she started to feel some pangs in her chest. She refocused her attention closer to the center of the room where there was a girl holding what looked to be a stuffed bear. She looked very engrossed in her textbook, and if it weren't for the various rainbow pins on her bag Mikaela almost would have missed her. The bag was more noticeable than her, for crying out loud.
After unsuccessfully trying to read the too-small text on some of the pins, Mikaela gave up and continued surveying the room. It almost felt like someone was watching her, she could feel holes burning in the back of her head… She jumped a few feet when she noticed the girl in the desk right next to her, practically glaring daggers at her.
"Fuckshit!" Mikaela cursed almost incoherently under her breath as she stumbled back. How had she not noticed the girl right next to her? She had been pretty quiet, the Dane admitted to herself, but still- she wasn't usually that oblivious. The girl fixed her glasses a little and looked up at Mikaela almost apologetically (but still menacingly, Mikaela added in her head) before speaking.
"Sorry. Didn' mean ta' scare ya'." She said. She did sound sincere, Mikaela noted, even if she did look like she was going to kill something. Still though, she was pretty sure that she would be safe seeing as this girl had at least five minutes to attack had that been her intention. So, having established this girl wasn't going to kill her, at least, she took a minute to actually look her over. Besides the slight glare on her face, she was kind of pretty in a rugged sort of way. She wore a button down flannel (not unlike some of Mikaela's own shirts) and combat boots were laced tight over what appeared to be skinny jeans. Her aquamarine eyes stood out against her pale skin, and even her bangs couldn't dim down their intensity.
"Heh, s'cool. Didn't see you there…" Mikaela offered, realizing she had been staring for a little too long.
"Mmhm. Never seen ya' 'round here before." The girl replied.
Well, at least someone was somewhat observant around here. She supposed that she shouldn't have been surprised that no one had said anything yet seeing as Amelia and Alice were the only ones that she had (very briefly) encountered, but it was still a shock that no one had even turned their head to look at her before this. She responded, deciding to try and make friends with the slightly intimidating girl.
"Yeah, just got here. My name's Mikaela Densen, and you?..."
"Svea Oxenstierna."
"Cool, great to meet you… maybe you can help me out here." Mikaela suggested hopefully. Svea looked up at her curiously.
"Ya' lost?"
"Well, er… not technically, but-" Mikaela was cut off by a girl running into the room, right towards them- well, Svea anyway. No one else even knew Mikaela yet.
This one was pretty too, she noted. She had a button down shirt that was popped open on the top, giving a nice show of cleavage, and a skirt that only hit mid-thigh. Her pink lips were parted a little (probably from running from wherever she came from) and her eyes looked almost violet. She ran her fingers through glossy blonde hair, tucking a few rogue strands behind her ear before she spoke.
"I'm so sorry darling, I didn't expect it to take that long." The violet eyed girl said between breaths, looking to Svea apologetically.
"Got lucky there, didn't you Svea?" Mikaela cut in, an obvious reference to the girl's chest size.
Tiina looked over and Svea narrowed her eyes at Mikaela, now seriously glaring. She hated it when people eyed up her wife like that, and especially when they said such crass things about her after. Sure, Tiina didn't seem to care much anymore, but Svea sure as hell did. She had to protect her wife's honor, after all.
"Watch it." She warned, causing Mikaela to throw her hands up in some form of surrender.
"I'm not after her, relax! She's all yours buddy." The Dane assured.
"Svea, who's this?" Tiina asked, moving a bit closer to her girlfriend. Svea looped an arm around her waist before she spoke.
"Tiina, Mikaela. Mikaela, Tiina." She introduced, rubbing her lover's waist.
Tiina nodded and offered a 'nice to meet you' before turning her full attention back over to Svea. She looked so tired today… instinctively she pulled her lover's head against her chest to listen to her heartbeat and stoked her hair, willing her to relax. If it was one thing that she had learned about the Swede, it was that she took in everything around her- the good, the bad, the trivial- and that just wiped her out completely. Sometimes (this being one of those times) the Finnish girl wanted to make Svea forget everything but the two of them for just a minute- at least she looked happy then, even if she was still tired. Her suspicions were confirmed as Svea's eyes closed and her lips moved into that soft half-smile that was uniquely hers.
The new girl could wait for a moment.
Mikaela chewed her lip a little and turned away from the couple, opting to instead try to read the pins on that girl's bag again until they were finished. She was just starting to be able to make out the first line of the bigger one before she felt a cold hand tap her shoulder. She spun around to see a particularly tall girl staring down at her, eyes wild and smile predatory.
"Priviet, Komerade. I see you have found my Matilda, da?" She asked, heavy Russian accent dripping with venom.
Mikaela shuddered, suddenly extremely uncomfortable, and swallowed. "That's her name?" She asked, trying to sound calm. She then noticed the two girls behind the taller one, both trembling and looking as though they would bolt if they weren't so terrified of what would happen if they did.
"Correct. It is pretty, like her, da?" Anya asked almost playfully, still smiling. She had never seen this person before, but she certainly did not like the way that she was looking at her Matilda. No one stared at her friends like that, and Matilda was even more special than the rest of them- she wasn't sharing Matilda. She already had to share Tori with Felicyta, and that was more than enough sharing in her book.
"Yeah…" Mikaela agreed, backing up a little from the taller girl. What the fuck was her problem?
"Was that a yes?" Anya asked, giggling. Oh dear. She couldn't have someone wanting what was hers now, could she? She started to back Mikaela against the black board, getting ready to defend her girlfriend. Eliisabet covered her eyes while Raiva trembled.
Mikaela inferred what was about to happen by the two other girl's reactions. She hated, hated having to fight a girl, but this bitch was definitely initiating it and she sure as hell wasn't about to sit there and let herself get wailed on. She stood up straight and clenched her fists, about to respond when they were interrupted.
"Anya!" Svea's voice thundered, making everyone turn and look. "She's new, she dunno any better. Leave 'er alone."
Anya pouted, not much unlike a child, and stepped away from Mikaela. Although she would never admit it upfront she knew that Svea was a fierce fighter, and Tiina equally as strong. There was no need to try and fight those two. It would not end in her favor.
"Well, Komerade, since you are new here, I will offer a word of advice: do not stare Matilda like that. It makes me very unhappy." She giggled, the girls behind her still wide eyed and nervous. Mikaela just shrugged.
"Alright." She agreed. No need to get into a pointless fight. Obviously people were just really possessive around here.
"Very good! We shall be good friends, da?" Anya giggled. And at that, she walked over to Matilda, wrapping her up in what looked like a bone crushing hug all the way from where Mikaela was standing.
"Oh my god you're alive!" The girl that had been introduced as Eliisabet squeaked. Tiina rushed over too, pulling Svea by the wrist through the people that were starting to file into the room.
"Are you okay?" Tiina asked once she got to her. "I'm sorry, that's just Anya, she's um… like that."
Mikaela tilted her head, and then looked to Svea.
"Dun worry about 'er. She'll calm down once she knows ya." Svea assured. "We'll introduce ya' to the other's a' lunch, but class's about ta' start."
Mikaela nodded, honestly grateful that they had to stop their 'introductions' for now. That had been quite enough excitement for one hour. Still though, she couldn't help but look forward to the rest of the year. She had a feeling that it was going to be way better than any she had went through so far, and for the first time in the entire move she felt almost refreshed.
The bell for class rang, and she cut her musings short for the moment. Where the hell was she supposed to sit?
Author's Note: Hey guys- I've been dead off of here a while, huh? I'm really sorry about that. Life just keeps happening, it really needs to chill. Anyway, all non-sense aside I really am sorry I haven't updated choke yet for those of you who follow it. I promise you all it is getting worked on.
ONTO THIS STORY: So, I really debated over this for a long time. I know that there's not a lot of Hetalia yuri out there, and especially not with the Nyotalia cast, so it's kind of unclear to me how this piece will be recieved. To be honest it makes me a little nervous, but I still really, really wanted to write this. So why not put it out there, seeing as it's being written either way? I figured I may as well give it a try.
That being said, if you're reading this you have probably decided to give this a try too. Welcome! Happy to have you along for the ride.
To clear some things up, I'm putting all of the names I've chosen here:
Mikaela- Denmark; Nora- Norway; Svea- Sweden; Tiina- Finland; Anya- Russia; Matilda- Canada; Eliisabet- Estonia; Raiva- Latvia; Paige- Sealand; Felicyta- Poland; Tori- Lithuania; Amelia- America; Alice- England; Julchen- Prussia; Roseline- Austria; Marianne- France; Anicia- Spain; Maria- South Italy; Felicia- North Italy; Liesel- Germany; Keiko- Japan; Heraclea- Greece (Humour me?)
As for pairings:
DenNor, SuFin, RussCan, SeaLat, Poliet, USUK, Spamano, PruAus, GerIta, Gripan FrancexJeanne (it's a guilty pleasure, just read over it if it bothers you)
Warnings?: Well, just be aware that yes there will be some very explicit girl on girl sex, and some of it may not be vanilla.
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