A/N: Hi! So, this takes place in 3rd person, and Maria's POV (the journal.) Also, I don't own Hetalia, or any characters, except for all the human OCs so far. So sit back, read, review, and enjoy! Bye! A/N over.
Yo Journal,
I couldn't believe it. I, Maria Rider, was going to some stupid boarding school. All because of my parents stupid decision. They decide that I need to be more proper, just because I was related to the Queen of England. Yes, I'm related to the queen. Kind of. You see, I was adopted by some people who are like, 2nd cousins to the queen. Honestly, I had to be adopted by THEM? I mean, seriously, let's think about it. I'm a random British/German girl with blonde hair, green eyes, and is now being treated like royalty. Wow. Well, anyways, it sucked being prim & proper. So, when I was 12, I dyed my hair red, and when I was 14, I had been to Juvy. Twice. I guess my parents couldn't take it anymore, so when I got downstairs that morning, there was a letter from my parents, who had already gone to work. Basically, the letter talked about some shit on how even though my parents loved me, they couldn't take my crap and were sending me to some boarding school called Hetalia High until I graduate. Thanks for expressing you fucking love, Mum and Dad. Tomorrow at 2 AM, I was going to the airport and flying to the American boarding school. Of course it just HAD to be there. I hate America! Ughh, everybody just eating all that greasy, fast food. And, I wouldn't see my half-brother Alex either! Man, this sucked. I wish I had one more day before I had to go. By now, I probably should've started to pack, but I just sat in the kitchen and thought for a while. 15 minutes later, I decided it would be best to start packing. Being famous and all, the airport security wouldn't bother to check my bags, so I stuffed in a sword and 2 guns. I don't know why, but it made me feel better. I still don't see why my parents decided to send me to a hellhole. Why did I even have to go? I was 16, goddammit! But, they did give me a home and some food along with some other crap, so I guess I should be thankful. Ugghhh, it's only 7, but I'm being picked up at 2, and my alarm clock goes off at 12, so I guess I should try and get some sleep. G'night!
Maria Rider