Hello, dis be curse of ondine speakin'.

Anyway, yes, I'm writing another fanfic, because (1 Two of my ongoing three are on hold and I get bored writing just one story, (2 I really, really like this idea and I think the story's got a ton of potential, and (3 I JUST HAVE A LOT OF NYOTALIA FEELS RIGHT NOW OKAY.

I'm going to try and update And We'll Never Hide Our Love Away either tomorrow or Tuesday, so if you're reading that one, be on the lookout for chapter nine.

Also, here's a list of everyone's human names. (Most of these characters haven't showed up yet, but they will eventually.)

Denmark- Matilde Kohler

Norway- Nora Bondevik

Prussia- Julchen/Gil Beilschimdt

Belarus- Natalia Braginski (I know that's not her cannon last name, but it's just easier for me if she has the same last name as Russia.)

Netherlands- Lara van Houten

France- Francine Bonnefoy

Spain- Antonia/Toni Fernandez Carriedo

Hungary- Elizabeta Hedervary

Russia- Anya Braginski

If any more characters make an appearance and I forgot to write in their name, I'll let you know who it is. Fem!North Italy and fem!England appear as teachers, but they'll just be referred to as Miss Vargas and Miss Kirkland.

Three thirty AM. A time when all the good girls were sleeping so that when they woke up, they would feel refreshed and ready to take on the world. Those good girls were the ones who got straight As, never stayed out past midnight, had decent boyfriends, and were most likely college bound.

Needless to say, Matilde Kohler was not one of those girls.

In fact, she was the exact opposite of those girls. She was flunking most of her classes, often stayed out all night long, and had no plans on going to college. The boyfriend situation... well, that was a little more complicated. Matilde was a lesbian, something she had known since sixth grade, when she developed a crush on the girl who lived across the street from her. In many places, her sexuality would have been perfectly acceptable in the eyes of most people, but her tiny hometown of Oakville, Kansas was not one of them. It took just a single drive through town to notice that all but two of the churches in town had signs which proudly proclaimed that 'God hates fags' (Or rather, haytes. The damned morons couldn't even take the time to spell it right.) or a message of a similar tone.

In Matilde's opinion, Oakville might as well have been named Backwoods Redneckville.

Currently, she was at yet another party. It was mostly college kids in attendance, and she was pretty sure that there wasn't a single soul there that she knew.

Despite not knowing anyone there, it had been easy to get into the party. All it took was good looks or extra alcohol. With her long, purposefully messy blond hair, bright blue eyes, creamy skin, and curvy build (Which she sort of hated-almost every guy she talked to looked at her tits instead of her face.), Matilde was an attractive girl. However, she'd brought liquor as well, which pretty much made her a guest of honor. Of course, both had their downsides as well. Everything she'd brought to the party was probably long gone by then, and some drunken idiot was trying to put the moves on her, no doubt looking for a quick fuck.

She moved away from said idiot, who reeked of beer and piss. Where the piss smell came from, she didn't want to know. "I'm really not interested in you," she told him, trying to maintain at least a bit of politeness.

"Awww, don't be like that, baby." His voice was so slurred that it was nearly impossible to make out what he was even saying.

"I'm not your baby." Or anyone else's, for that matter.

He got closer and slung an arm around Matilde's shoulders. Just as more bullshit was about to spill out of his mouth, she heard a voice that she'd recognize anywhere in the world.

"Kyle, leave 'er alone. She's not gonna sleep with ya." Standing there was none other than Berwald Oxenstierna in all his intimidating glory.

"Oh man, sorry! I didn't know that..." He didn't finish the sentence, instead choosing to stagger away as fast as his drunk ass could.

"Ya 'kay?" Berwald asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You didn't need to do that, by the way."

"And let 'im rape ya? I don't think so."

"I could have beaten him up."

"Maybe. C'mon, Tino and are gettin' ready ta leave, we'll give ya a lift." Tino was his boyfriend. They'd been together for a while, but very few knew this, due to the whole living-in-an-uber-homophobic-town thing. In turn, Tino and Berwald were the only people who knew she liked girls.

"Who said I was ready to leave?"

"S'late, ya need ta get back home."

She sighed. Going home would mean going to bed, which would mean waking up, and that would inevitably lead to her having to deal with her parents bombarding her with questions, something she wasn't sure she was up for. But she knew that Ber wasn't going to take no for an answer, and so with a sigh, she relented and followed him outside to where Tino's car was parked. She opened one of the doors and climbed into the cramped backseat.

Tino smiled cheerfully at her. "Oh, hi Matilde. Are we driving you home?"

"I guess so."

As they drove, Tino and Matilde made small talk, while Berwald sat in the passenger seat, almost completely silent.

"So, how's school?"

"Shitty. As usual. How's college?" Tino was studying to be an English teacher. Why anyone would ever want to teach was completely beyond her.

"Great! I really love my classes." He then started to go on about something funny one of his professors had said. Matilde leaned her head against the window and stared out at the expanse of thick, dark forest that was on either side of the road.

Before Matilde even knew it, they had arrived at her house. Tino pulled into the driveway.

"Well, here you are. It was nice seeing you tonight."

She gave him a small smile. "Yeah, you too. Thanks for bringing me home."

"It was no problem. Goodnight, Tilde."

"Night."

She got out of the car and strolled up to the front door. It was locked, just as she had been expecting it to be. Reaching into her pocket, she dug around for her key, only to discover that she didn't have it with her.

She hissed a quiet "Fuck!"

Not sure of what else she could do, Matilde pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and began to pick the lock. She had it open shortly thereafter.

Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her and proceeded to trudge up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside, she flung herself down onto her bed, not even bothering to change into her pajamas or wash off her makeup. Tomorrow, she would have to put up with her parents interrogating her, but for the moment, all she cared about was sleep.

That's it for now. I'll try to make the rest of the chapters longer, but I'm notorious for writing short chapters, so don't get your hopes up or anything. Also, please review this if you like it so far. The more reviews I get, the sooner I update. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

Thanks for reading!