Hungary: The First Day
My first day at Hetalia High School. It would be scary if I didn't already know most of the students who got transferred here for it's first year open. I walked into the main office. A small building, it could hold 20 people at the most. I looked around and saw a couple guys standing over by the counter.
The one with longer hair looked me dead in the eyes and I swear he squeaked before beaming in a thick french accent, "Honhonhon, Elizabeta, haven't gotten enough of a frenchman have you?"
I growl, "I will lodge this skillet so far into that empty head of yours that you will need to go through a gap in the space-time continuum to fish it out." I smile, "Oh, and nice to see you today Arthur." I walked up to the counter, which had no teacher at it, and took the packet labeled 'Elizabeta'. Most of the packets were gone. I really am one to never be punctual. That always got under my boyfriend's skin, but I saw about 3 other ones, aside from Francis and Arthur. Michelle, Roderich, and Gilbert. I don't know how this would be much more entertaining. I have my best girl friend, Michelle. My long-time annoyance, and friend Gilbert. And my boyfriend Roderich.
I got my duffle bag from the front door, and walked out the side door. There was a little fork, the left labeled the housing, the right classes. The area between was the Gym, Cafeteria, though I'm sure no one will ever eat there, and the Library.
I sat on the sidewalk and opened the envelope containing the packet. Class schedule: Class 1: Introduction to Cooking. Class 2: Geometry Honors. Class 3: Remedial Hour. Class 4: Academic Sciences. Class 5: Study hall. Class 6: English. Class 7: Basic World History.
"Honestly, I don't know why I took half of these classes. . . . Wait, remedial hour? God that Gilbert, forcing me to be tutored in german! Cooking could be fun, who knows how many other uses there could be for my skillet," I laughed to myself, slipping the class schedule back into the envelope. I pulled out the paper that said, "Housing." I unfolded it, and read: "Building 6, side B, roommates: 1."
"I hope I am NOT living next to a player or worse, France!" I yelled dumbly, falling backwards onto the grass. Someone blew past, towards the Housing, I didn't get the chance to see them aside from that they must have encountered Francis to be moving that quick. Hoping no one was around to hear my sudden outburst. I scrambled up and straightened my uniform. I stuffed the paper and key into the envelope half hazardly. Heaving my bag onto my shoulder. I walked down to the duplexes that seemed to be themed after the newer American military homes. I just hoped for 2 things for my building: 1. A roommate that I wouldn't kill by the weekend and 2. No perverted guys on the other side of the wall.
I continued down the path and counted, on the left was houses 1, 3, 5 and so on. The right was 2, 4, 6 and said fourth. I stepped onto the little front deck-like porch and looked at the door to side B, cracked open. Please don't let my roommate be a female Francis! I thought. I timidly pushed the door open, "Guten- Hello?" I called into the room, seeing a really nice kitchen. I put my bag by the door and shut the door behind me.
While I was facing the door, I heard a yelp, "Oui! You must be my roommate!"
I knew the voice, "Ja-Yes." I turned around and saw someone who made me squeal. "Michelle!"
"Elizabeta!" she cried, laughing. She flew towards me, and I walked forward a few steps so I wouldn't be launched into the door.
"Oh my gosh! I can't believe we're roommates! This is going to be so much fun! I wonder who the guys are! Do you think they're cute, I hope they're cute! Ahh! I can't believe you're here!" Michelle exclaimed, her mouth running a mile a minute as usual.
"Breathe!" I laughed, hugging my best friend. "And who knows, maybe it'll be someone fun. Like Kiku or Roderich!"
Michelle smirked. "Oh yeah, you'd be having a lot of fun with Roderich next door."
I growled, " Anything else you'd like to harass me abou-" I started before I was smacked by the door flying open.
"I AM AWESOME PRUSSIA!" Gilbert laughed, striking a terribly goofy super hero pose.
"Gilbert! Watch where you're going!" Michelle tried to warn him.
I grabbed the frying pan and smacked him in the back of the head with my cast-iron fury. Michelle and I just laughed as the egotistical german hit the ground. I was the loving friend, as always, and sat on his stomach. He laughed, but didn't move. Michelle laughed at us, rolling her eyes. "You know, I don't get why you guys aren't going out."
"Austria is a really amazing, gentle guy. Sweet, punctual, romantic," I started smiling. Prussia moved and the next thing I knew was he was holding me bridal style. "GILBERT WHAT THE HECK!" I squeaked, dropping the frying pan and latching my arm around his neck.
"Kesesese." Gilbert laughed, kicking the pan away from him. He flinched, like he was going to drop me. I held onto him tighter and buried my face in his shoulder. Gilbert stood blankly in the doorway, almost like he didn't expect this reaction from me.
"Gil! Put me down!" I yelled into his ear. He dropped my legs, letting my feet gently hit the floor.
"There, you're down, well, I'm going to go before I get bashed in by a skillet. See you Elizabeta, Michelle," Gilbert smiled, running out the door and down to a different building. I was about to pick my pan up, but someone came to the doorway.
"Excuse me, but is Felicity here?" the person asked.
I turned around, "Oh, Hello Ludwig. I'm afraid I haven't seen her, did one of the Allies frighten her off again?"
"Oh, no, she said she was going to find where I'll be, and she read the paper upside down. I'm down in building 9," Ludwig smiled.
"Ludwig, before you go, do you know who is in the other side of this house?" I asked.
"Lovino and Arthur, I believe," Ludwig smiled, walking away.
I closed the door, and asked, "Have you investigated much yet?".
"Oh, um yeah. The bedrooms are to the right of the kitchen. I already picked the blue room, I hope you don't mind. You know how much I adore the color blue." Michelle blinked, I clearly pried her from some thought bubble.
"Don't worry, I'd expect nothing else from you, but do you know what the other room looks like?" I asked.
Michelle frowned, "No, sorry. I had just walked into my room when I heard you come in."
"Ok, It's right next to your room right?" I asked, picking up my duffle again.
Michelle nodded. "Yep. You go get situated then we can go to lunch. I'll be on the porch."
"Alright, I shouldn't be too long," I smiled, walking to the door next to her room.
She simply nodded. "Take all time you need."
I opened the door and saw a nice old oak desk, a normal sized twin bed, and a small pocket-door closet. A window facing that of another house. There was a little bench storage at the window. The curtain of the room across from my window looked like the Prussian flag. The room I was in was a creamy opal color, that reflected the light like it was lined with candles. I threw the bag onto the bed and pulled the zipper. I walked over to the closet and pulled out a few hangers.
I organized my clothing as such: 5 school uniforms, a pair of camouflage capris, a black tank top, black tee shirt, the dress Felicity gave me for my birthday a year after we met, several pairs of shorts Austria would kill me if I wore in public, and sweat pants, a staple in any closet. I pulled out a couple of my books and put them on the desk. I put my toiletries bag on the bed, and moved the duffel to the bench under the window. I turned back to the bed and saw a picture sitting on the floor.
It was one that Was taken at the last dance we went to. He was in his usual black slacks and button up shirt. I was in a black dress, and had rose in my hair, given to me by Gilbert. I put the picture back into the book and went to find the bathroom. It was just across the hall, centered between our rooms. I continued out to the living room and kitchen.
"Liz? Are you done? I really think we should go now!" Michelle crouched down by the window, peeking out all sneaky like.
"Um, I'm right here Michelle. Why are you red?" I replied from the kitchen right by the door.
"Because I have a creepy stalker and I want to leave in case he comes back!" she told me, watching the window the whole time.
"Ah, welcome to the wonderful world of the Bad Touch trio, also known as Gil, Francis and wherever Spain wound up. Let's go before have a running with them," I smiled, walking to the door. "May I?" I asked before opening the door.
She looked out the window one last time before nodding. "Yeah, let's go. Fast!"
I threw the door open over dramatically and waited for her to follow out. Once she came out of the doorway, we walked down the path. Sadly, about 2 houses away I was spacey enough to run blunt force into a certain Austrian. I found my face buried in his dark blue jacket.
"Hi Austria," I smiled, turning this into the chance for a hug.
He returned my hug and asked, "If you weren't off to do anything, would you like to go out for lunch?"
"Go ahead. I wanted to check out the library anyways. Have fun," she made a face. "Well, not too much fun."
"Thanks, I'll see you later Michelle!" I smiled, being pulled down the path gently. As Austria and I walked, I felt sorry for leaving Michelle.
"Elizabeta," Austria started.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Please start calling me Roderich, we are dating after all," Austria said, walking with his arm on my shoulder.
"I'll try, Aust- Roderich," I replied. After a few minutes, we were out of the office and walking towards a small stripmall with a few places to eat.
"Where do you want to eat, Elizaveta?" Austria asked.
"Um, how about there?" I asked, pointing towards a small italian restaurant in the corner.
"Alright," Austria smiled, we walked over and he pulled open the door. There was a sign that said 'Please Seat Yourselves'. Austria led me to a little booth that looked like it was out of earshot from everyone in the restaurant.
A waitress came over, "Welcome to Feli's House of Italy! Could I start you off with some drinks?"
"Yes please, um, I'll take a. . . root beer please," I smiled.
"A black coffee for me please," Austria asked.
"Sure thing, just a few moments," she smiled, walking away.
"Aus-Roderich, why are you ordering a coffee, it's not the morning?" I asked, since Austria was the person who stuck to coffee in the morning, tea in the afternoon and evening.
"Elizabeta, we have a more important matter to discuss," Austria started. "Elizaveta, I don't want you being with Prussia anymore." He offered no hint of explanation, so I figured I'd inquire after we ate. I ordered the house special of ravioli and tomato cream sauce. Austria got a spaghetti dish that had some kind of sausage in it. We finished in silence and left.
We went to the little park across the street and I asked, "Why can't I see Gil any more? He's one of my best friends."
"I don't care, I believe a girl should be singularly faithful," Austria replied stiffly.
"Who said I can't be faithful to our relationship and still get to see my friend!" I argued hotly.
Austria grabbed my wrists in one hand, "Listen, you may think you're still the little rebel-rouser you were, but you're not! Now you are going to listen to me."
"Let go of me! I'm my own nation!" I yelled, trying to break away from him.
"You would be nothing without me, don't think I owe this to you! You owe me! Now stay away from that Evil Prussian!" Austria snapped, grabbing his free hand onto my shoulder.
"AUSTRIA YOU ARE THE SINGLE MOST EGOTISTICAL COUNTRY I HAVE EVER MET! If I can't see Prussia, what's next? I can't see Michelle, Felicity, talk to Ludwig? I just become a housemaid?!" I snapped.
"Is there a guy you don't talk to?!" Austria started yelling, "You unfaithful little wretch!" Austria brought the side of his hand to the underside of my jaw, knocking me to the ground. "We are over!"
I fell to the ground, a deep throbbing in my jaw. I pushed myself up, just to be kicked in the chest by the Austrian. My phone had fallen out of my pocket and was laying a few feet away from me. I reached for the phone and clicked the buttons blindly. Prussia. . . I realised what I typed into the phone. I couldn't see or hear much after that because of the pain. I felt something brush over my chin, I flinched.
"Liz?" someone whispered. I opened my eyes slightly to a blur of red dots and cream color.
"Gil..ber...t," I smiled as I felt something dripping down my face.
He propped me up on his knee and picked me up. I wish I could've moved, but I was stuck, just couldn't move. "Mein Gott, who could've done this to you?"
"I. . . g..o..t it m..y..s..e..l..f," I whimpered, moving my head against his shoulder for support. I could hear the mumbles from people who saw Gilbert carrying me. I found one of his hands and put my hand on his.
"We're going to go to my place," Gilbert sighed. He kicked the office door open and carefully brought me inside, going through the back door too. He carried me down the path to the housing. We stopped at his side and he kicked the door to act as knocking. "Crud, he's still out, time for plan B," Gil cursed. He reached for the doorknob and the door was pushed open, "Oh, yeah, I forgot to lock the door. . ." He walked in, into his room, I assumed, and put me down on his bed. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a button-up shirt. He walked over to me and unbuttoned the suspenders on my uniform. I stopped him and he just sighed, "Really? You're covered in dirt, blood, and I was the one that told you that you were a girl." I just gave up and let him change my shirt, he was kind enough to keep my undershirt on thankfully.
I smiled at him and tried to touch his face.
"I'm going to go get a cloth to clean your face a little," he smiled, going to get a damp cloth. My phone rang, but Prussia had put it on the desk, so I couldn't reach it. Prussia came back in the room and his phone buzzed. He unlocked his phone and said, "It's Michelle, she asks, "Hey Gilbert? Do you know where Liz is?" I will awesomely reply, "I have Liz in bed right now, come over if you dare :D PS I AM AWESOME!"
A few minutes later there was a violent pounding on the door, "Prussia! Open up! Unhand my best friend!" Michelle screamed through the door.
Prussia held onto the now bloody and brown cloth, "Should I get that?" I glared. "I take that as a yes," Gil laughed.
He left the room to answer the door. there was a thud of him hitting the ground, and Michelle was standing in the doorway of the room, nearly speechless. Gil came back in behind her, with an ice pack. He gently held it against my jaw.
"Well, what do you want?" he asked.
"Liz!" she cried, launching herself at me. "Are you ok? Why are you covered in blood? Did you fall? Are you still hurt? Do you want me to go? Maybe I should go..." she faded off, continuing to mumble. She must have realized she had completely ignored him. "What? Oh, sorry! I was just worried for my friend, that's all."
"What did you think was going on that made you run over here?" Gil asked.
"Knowing you, nothing good." She turned back to me. "Are you ok? What happened?"
"She can't talk, otherwise whoever did this would be dead many times over," Gilbert growled.
"Don't kill him," I whimpered, trying not to move too much.
"Don't tell me," Gil growled.
I nodded.
"Why do you keep going out with him!? How often does this happen!? I know of at least 3 times!" Gilbert started.
I just closed my eyes, I felt a tear drip out, "My phone," I whimpered. Gilbert was in no hurry to move, so Michelle handed it to me. I typed a basic synopsis of, "Michelle, don't show this to Gil, but I tried to stand up to Austria, he tried forcing me not to talk to any guys, and eventually any people at all. I got mad, he slapped my face, I tried to get back up and he kicked my chest. Just please don't show this to Gil." I stared at Michelle until she got the message, leaving Gilbert confused beyond anything.
Michelle replied with, "Oh my gosh! Liz! I had no idea... argh I don't think we should keep this from Gil though. It doesn't feel right..."
"Please, You don't get it. I have no choice but to be with Austria, unless he doesn't come back! I can't just turn him down, he owns me, as he says," I replied.
Michelle looked at me glumly and sent, " "But I thought you were free Hungary. I don't understand. Maybe... maybe if he got interested in some other girl he'd leave you alone?"
I replied, "I would never wish him onto anyone else. I'm just stuck like this, with Austria. I'm fine, really."
She sent, "Why must you lie to me, Elizabeta. There must be a way! Talk to Student Council! Maybe they could do something for you!"
I replied, "No! They might be a student council, but they all know Austria as the gentleman, they'd find something to keep him away from persecution. Michelle?"
She sent, ""Oh Liz I will do everything in my power to help you, ok?"
I got frustrated, so I said, "Don't get involved, alright, this has been happening longer than you know. Just show this to Gil, please, He should know, but neither of you get involved!"
"As you wish... it pains me to do so though." she showed Gilbert our text messages and we watched as his face turned crimson. "I better get going. Are you staying here tonight?"
"Yes, just don't let anyone know this and let me know if anyone gives you trouble. I'll be fine. Prussia maybe a bit of a prick, but he's a good guy," I replied. Michelle left and Gilbert just looked at me.
"How could you put up with this so long? Does anyone know about this?" he asked.
"No one knows, I'm just used to it," I replied, pushing myself into a sitting position. My chest burned, I timidly touched where I was kicked, and flinched in pain. Gil sat next to me and my phone rang. I hit talk, then speaker.
"L-Liz? C-can y-you a-ask G-G-Gilbert t-to g-g-go ou-outside? Th-there's b-been a f-fight a-and I-I-I w-wanna m-make s-sure e-everyo-one i-is o-ok." she hung up.
Gil heard Michelle and he flew out the door, "Gott!" I leaned back and sighed. I'm just glad that Gil was willing to go. I closed my eyes and was lost in thought. I never realized how much the shirt smelled like Gilbert. The scent of cologne mixing with the iron of his medallion, the beer on his breath. . . My eyes flew open and I bolted up right. Our foreheads clunked together and I was looking into the deep red of his eyes.
"I always knew you were hard headed, but wow!" Gil laughed.
I just smiled and then it occurred to me, "Who's your roommate?"
Prussia smiled timidly, "Alfred. . ."
"America?!" I asked.
"Uhuh," Gil laughed. "I'm pretty sure he's out trying to get with 90% of the female population right now."
"Gilbert!" I squeaked.
"What? It's true!" Gil countered. I raised my arm like I was going to hit him, but found myself drawing him into my arms. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sighed.
"Why?" I asked.
"What?" He asked, fiddling with my hair.
"Why did you come get me? Why do you keep helping me through this? Just why?" I asked.
"That's easy, it's because I am awesome!" Gil laughed.
I just sighed, he is possibly the craziest nation I've met, but he's still one of my best friends. I closed my eyes and for once it felt like a guy wouldn't beat me senseless.
"I'm going to go crash on the couch," Gil smiled, releasing me.
I laid down and started falling asleep.
First day at school: Violent Austria. Crazy, stupid, funny, sweet, awesome Prussia Gilbert.