Another Joint fic with Amaya! :3 This one is also crack, but it takes place at Gakuen Hetalia so I can stalk my bishies. Please, enjoy.
*Edit: Really people, have I not made the warning obvious enough? THIS FIC IS FOR /FUN/ AND IT DOES CONTAIN MARY-SUES. This is nothing to be taken seriously, and no, I'm not some delusional person in love with fictional characters. This was originally made for giggles between a friend and I. Nothing more. Now, please stop with the Mary-sue complaints. I don't know how to make it anymore clearer.*
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR THE CHARACTERS IN IT. KTHKSBYE.
When I first got the call from Amaya asking if I wanted to go to Hetalia Academy with her this year; I'm sure you can imagine my response.
"YES! Did you even need to ask?" I almost screamed into the phone.
"Alright, good. Just remember that-"
"I need to go pack!" I interrupted her in my excitement. "I'll talk to you later! Bye!"
Humming to myself, I went about my room packing. While I grabbed me things and threw them into my suitcase, I began to think about the new year.
It must have been Alfred that agreed to my coming along with Amaya. He was the only nation that I really knew, besides England, or the United Kingdom… Whichever he went by… but I only met him once when Amaya dragged me to America's house and he was there to discuss things with Alfred, and it only was a brief encounter.
Shrugging, I went back to my packing.
"Wow…" I mumbled to myself, looking around the massive hallways.
As my friend complimented her uniform, I looked down at mine. Since I was mostly of European descent, I was obliviously placed in the Europe class. Because of this, I wore a short plaid skirt with my dress shirt covered by a long sleeved white sweater, which was also covered by a red blazer. The only thing not in regulation with the uniform code were the socks, which were supposed to be a plain black. My socks were black… they just had bright, red hearts printed all over them… Close enough.
"This is great! I get to stalk my China once again!" Amaya exclaimed next to me
Oh, right. She was in the Asia class.
"Yay you! Now, where are my European boys at?" I asked, looking around the halls.
Even though I had only met, if you could call it that, him once, I pretty much became an instant England fan girl. Like Amaya was with China… And England, but I won't tell her how jealous I was, because I was the one with the class with him anyways.
"Probably still in class," Amaya replied, looking around as well. "So, this is Gakuen Hetalia. The school of the Nations…"
"How did you get us enrolled in here anyway?" I asked.
"Well, it wasn't easy. I had to call in a lot of favors for Alfred. Not to mention I had to make up a big lie for our government to let us in." She replied, still glancing around.
"What did you have to do...?" I questioned, looking at my friend suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary… I just have to be America's slave for the next few weeks or so." Amaya said, staring at me now.
I looked at my friend in shock, before gathering myself. "Well, sucks for you!" I started, before getting an idea, "Can I be England's slave?" I asked, my eyes glazing over.
"Gee, thanks… I guess that's up to Iggy." Amaya replied, sweat dropping a little.
"Or Germany's slave. Either one is fine with me." I commented, ignoring my friend's previous statement. Yep, I was also a Germany fan girl, even if I saw him only once.
"Pfft, once my time with Alfred is up, it's all about Yao!" As Amaya finished saying this, a loud bell rang throughout the campus, making me jump.
"Do you remember where the dorms are at, Christel?" Amaya asked, almost hurriedly.
"Uh, yeah, I think so." I said, giving my friend a confused look.
"Ok, well, I'm going to find my Asian friend. Text me if you need anything!" She yelled, taking off.
"What?" I yelled after her, uselessly.
Well, all by myself now, I guess…
I walked through a hallway that had a handful of student roaming about in it.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that I was being stalked until it was too late.
I jumped a foot in the air when I felt an arm around my waist and getting pulled into a taller body.
"Vous devez être ami de l'Amérique. " A heavy, French accent spoke to me.
I look nervously up at the face belonging to the voice that knew no personal boundaries. Judging by the accent and by what Amaya had told me, I used my wonderful detective skills to conclude that it was France, or Francis, his human name.
"¿Qué?" I asked. You see, when I get nervous and uncomfortable, I start speaking what little Spanish I knew. Like now. However, when I get pissed off, I speak with a Spanish accent. But I'm not Spanish in any way. Go figure…
Ignoring my question, the taller nation continued. "Now, I was hoping I could perhaps show you to your dorm."
No. No. NO. NOT GOOD.
"It's alright… I-I know where it's at…" I mumbled, looking at France nervously.
"Non, non, mon cher. What kind of gentleman would I be if-"
He didn't get to finish because I found a way out of his tight grip, and took off yelling something that sounded a lot like, "Pervert!"
Turning around a corner while keeping my running speed probably wasn't the best idea I ever had. Why? Because I ended up running into someone and knocking both of us down. So far, not a good first day.
Quickly standing up, I went to help the poor guy I ran into. It was a pale guy with a reddish brown hair with one extra long curl sticking out to the side.
"I'm so sorry! You aren't hurt are you?"
"Ve~" Was the response I got.
I stared at the male on the floor, confused. I didn't kill him, did I? Having no better idea, I began to poke him on the cheek.
After a few pokes, he jolted up with a cry of, "PASTA!"
Surprised at the sudden outcry, I fell back down onto the floor.
The other looked at me, before breaking out into a grin, giving me his hand. "I'm Italy! Who are you?"
Blinking and utterly lost, I replied with a simple, "I'm Christel," before dumbly shaking his hand.
"Oh~! America's human friend that's in our class!" He yelled excitedly.
"Yep!" I enthusiastically replied, grinning too now.
"You should come to the Axis meeting tomorrow after class to meet Doitsu and Japan, ve~" Italy said, spacing out.
"Sounds great!" I replied, the grin getting only bigger. "Well, I should get back to my room now. I'll see you tomorrow Italy!" I said, waving my new friend goodbye.
Well, I was one step closer to Germany now, so this day wasn't too bad. Minus the pervet.
Vous devez être ami de l'Amérique.- You must be America's friend.
¿Qué?- What?
Non, non, mon cher.- No, no my dear.
So, this is my half of Gakuen Hetalia Self Insert... Or GHSI. I hope it isn't /too/ bad, I really enjoyed writing this. Remember, Amaya Loves Joo has the other half if anyone is actually reading this and you're interested. Peace, loves.