Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or certain idea's from Atama Ga Kuru Teru's story 'World is Ours', but I do own my characters and this plot.
Chapter 2: The "International Club"?
I am standing in an enormous room. Flags from countries all over the world hang from the ceiling. A huge oval table takes up the middle of the room and around the table sit seven more very attractive men who are all staring at me with undisguised interest. There is also an empty chair sitting closest to me on the right side of the table. I bet I know who that's for, I think dazedly. It's for Great…Britain…
Something clicks in my brain and I whirl back to the man behind me. "You're who now?"
He blinks at me in surprise. "Well…I'm…" he suddenly seems flustered.
"He's Great Britain. He just said that."
I stiffen at hearing the man's name confirmed. I turn slowly to face a man with slicked-back blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He is scowling reproachfully at me, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He spoke with an accent too. Very thick and very German.
"Great Britain?" I ask, a headache starting as I struggle to make sense of everything. "Like the country?"
"Exactly," the German man huffs.
A giggle bubbles up in my throat. I slap my hand over my mouth in order to contain it. They can't be serious. Another giggle bubbles up. And then another. And then I'm laughing so hard that I'm doubled over, hands on my knees for support. No one else laughs. They all just stare at me like I'm crazy. Slowly my laughter abates as dread grows somewhere in the area of my stomach. "Oh my god. You're serious."
I turn back to- dare I think it- Great Britain. He gives me a sheepish smile. "It's true. I'm the nation of Great Britain."
"You don't say," I murmur as the edges of my vision start to go black. I then proceed to collapse in a stress-induced faint.
…
"Damn it you stupid frog! Don't even think about doing that!" That's definitely…Great Britain.
"Oh come now, it's just mouth-to-mouth. I'm trying to help!" And a sleazy sounding French guy.
"That's the problem, damn it! She doesn't need your help!" Britain sounds pissed.
"IDIOTS! GIVE THE FRAULINE SOME SPACE!" I wince slightly at the sound of the German man's yell, but I'm grateful as the noise above me quiets and moves away.
My eyelids flutter open and I find myself staring at the ceiling and the flags. Britain's face appears above me first and the faces of the rest of the men follow. "Oh good you're awake," Britain says, relieved. "How do you feel?"
"I've been better," I groan.
"Yes well I suppose this is rather a lot to take in at one time," Britain tells me sympathetically.
A man with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and stubble on his chin blows me a kiss over Britain's shoulder. Suitably freaked out I sit up abruptly sending most of the men jumping back. "I'd like an explanation for all of this now," I say, scowling at Britain.
"No problem dude!" Another blonde haired, blue-eyed man suddenly jumps into my face causing me to flinch back. This one is wearing glasses. "I'm America, the hero!"
"Oh! Oh! And I'm Italy!" America draws back allowing me to see a brown haired, brown eyed man jumping up and down and waving his hand around in the air. An enormous curl extends from his bangs and bounces along with him.
"Germany," the slicked-back blonde from before grunts.
"I am Japan. It is nice to meet you," a short Asian man with short black hair says, bowing to me.
"And I am China," the taller Asian man beside him says. He sports a ponytail.
"I'm France," the longhaired blonde practically coos, winking flirtatiously at me.
"And I am Russia," the tallest man says. His hair is an ashy blonde color and he's got bright purple eyes. Smiling innocently he continues. "Would you like to become one with me?"
All the other men…countries?...pale at Russia's words. "Um…no?" I manage to say.
"That's ok," Russia replies, his smile never faltering. "You'll all be one with me one day."
There is complete and total silence for one very long moment. "O...k…then…" I stare up at all the men as they look down at me. This is just so…bizarre. Everything that's happened to me today is bizarre. I just can't get my head around it. "So that's it? You're named after where you're from or something?"
The atmosphere in the room droops suddenly as if they're all disappointed that I don't get it. "No," Germany says sharply. He definitely seems like the impatient type. "It's as Britain said before. We are our nations. I am Germany."
"That doesn't make any sense!" I cry, my voice rising. Dear god I think I'm gonna pass out again. "Countries aren't people!"
"We aren't people, per se," Briatin explains kindly. "We're the human personifications of our countries."
I stare at the rest of them completely speechless. Most of them smile back encouragingly. Except for German who continues to scowl at me like I'm an idiot and Russia who hasn't stopped smiling since I showed up here. "So…" I begin, fighting the desire to rub my temples in order to ease my returning headache. "Say for argument's sake that everything you've told me is true (interest a derisive snort from Germany)…How exactly does that work?"
All the countries exchange uneasy glances. Dear god I'm even thinking that's what they are now. Did someone slip something into my food? "Well…" Britain begins, uncomfortable. "That's complicated. I mean we're not human, but we're not…uh…well…" Britain looks to the others clearly asking for help.
"As Britain said it's complicated," China says as he steps forward. "We are the human personifications of countries. Everything that our countries are- the history, the culture, the national spirit of the people- we are too."
"Ok…" Because that makes perfect sense. "And how does that work?"
"That's really not important, is it?" Britain asks, waving his hands about nervously. "Just say it's magic. Rights guys?" Britain turns towards the others imploringly. They're all looking away, refusing to make eye contact with him. America begins to whistle an aimless little tune. One of Britain's thick eyebrow's twitches irritably. "Come on guys!"
Britain begins to berate the other countries about magic being real. I definitely have a full-on migraine now. All of this is completely ridiculous. I mean it's getting too farfetched to even be a dream. But after being on that pirate ship- and there really is no way for me to deny that I was there- is having personified forms of world countries living inside the globe I just bought really that out there? …I'm pretty sure I'm going crazy now.
"Anyways," I say loudly, interrupting Britain's tirade. "If you are all countries then where the hell are we?" I motion to the room at large.
"We're at the World Conference dude!" America exclaims. Apparently that's his normal mode of speaking. "We meet here to hang out and solve world problems and stuff!"
"Solve world problems?" I ask incredulously. "That hasn't been working to well recently has it? Or ever?"
America looks put out. "Well…" he replies, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"Please do not think too badly of us. We do what we can, but we are not in charge of our countries or our people so the best we can do is make recommendations." Japan bows to me again once he stops speaking.
Well crap. Now I feel kind of bad. If what they're saying really is true then I guess being a country and trying to solve the world's problems probably isn't as easy as saying it. Argh…all of this is making my head hurt. "I guess that makes sense. Sorry for jumping down your throats about it," I say lowly. They seem to have forgiven me because the looks I'm getting are encouraging now. "But why is something like that inside a globe?"
"The World Conference was placed inside that globe a while ago. Around 200 years now I'd say. It was done to make our history more accessible to those who want to learn it," Britain replies.
"That's not important!" American shouts, pushing Britain roughly to the side as he jumps in front of me. Britain shoots him a nasty look. "What's important is that all you have to do is spin the globe and say where you want to go and we can show you our history! It's freaking awesome isn't it!"
"So I was really in your history?" I ask Britain.
Britain nods. "It's rather imprecise though I'm afraid. It's really better if you come here first and ask one of us to show you."
"So you guys really can help me with my history class?" There is a chorus of affirmatives.
"Totally dude!" America shouts, giving me a thumbs up. "You'll have the best history grade ever!"
Everything that's just happened seems to be taking its toll on me. I suddenly feel completely exhausted. I just want to go back to my room, go to sleep, and wake up and find that all of this has been a dream. "Ok. I just have one more question." They all look at me expectantly. "If this is the world conference then why are there only eight of you?"
"The rest of the world's countries are here," Britain assures me. "I'm sure you'll get the opportunity to meet them all at one point or another."
I sigh. I'm too tired to try and understand this anymore right now. "Ok. I won't worry about it then." I begin to push myself into a standing position, but Italy suddenly interrupts.
"Wait, wait! We haven't heard your name yet!"
"Jordan Curren," I blurt, surprised.
"Awww! That's a nice name!" Italy replies cheerily.
Watching him warily I begin to stand again. "Here! Let the hero help you up!" America exclaims suddenly, offering me a hand.
I stare at it hesitantly for a moment. I can't really get into to trouble by accepting his help can I? I mean I am American after all. So I take it. America jerks hard on my hand, my shoulder nearly popping out if its socket, and essentially throws me over his shoulder. With a scream I crash into France, both of us falling to the floor with me sprawled on top of him.
"I'm so sorry!" I say as I hurriedly get off him, my face burning with embarrassment.
France smiles back at me in a way he probably thinks is seductive. "That's quite all right chérie. I would have been perfectly fine staying like that," he finishes, winking.
Ew. Like just ew. Suddenly feeling sick I turn away from the still smirking France.
"Whoops! Sorry dude!" America laughs, not sounding in the least bit remorseful.
"Can I just go back to my room now?" I ask through gritted teeth. I'm starting to reach my breaking point.
"Of course," Britain replies, stepping forward and shoving America away in the process.
Another one of those 'magic' doors appears behind me. Gratefully I turn and open it seeing the safety and the sanity of my room beyond it. Without a backward glance I step through with eyes only for my bed. As the door swings shut behind me I hear a chorus of goodbyes. And then it's just me alone my room. The insanity that my life has been for the past hour- and it has only been an hour according to my alarm clock- suddenly seems long ago and far away. I walk over to my bed and collapse on top of it, my only thought being to sleep until morning.
…
My alarm clock goes off the next morning and I roll towards it, randomly slapping the top of my bedside table as I search for it while I'm half awake. Finally I hit it, managing to knock the clock off the table in the process. Grumbling about stupid clocks and having to get up early to go to stupid 100 level classes I stand and stretch. And that's when I catch sight of the globe sitting beyond the history book on my desk. Instantly my mind goes to what happened last night. Or what I think happened last night. Did it all really happen? I'm honestly not sure anymore.
I walk over to the desk and squat down in front of it to get a better look at the globe. It looks harmless enough just sitting there. Hesitantly I poke it. It wobbles a bit on its stand but nothing else happens. I guess it really was just dream. I mean I don't have any proof that it did happen…but I don't have any proof besides my own misgivings that it didn't happen either. Sighing I turn around and sit down, my back leaning against the desk. This is all Kaylie's fault, I decide. If she hadn't dragged me to that stupid shady bookstore yesterday I wouldn't be questioning my sanity right now.
I happen to glance over at where my alarm clock is still lying on the floor. "Shit!" I gasp scrambling to my feet. I've only got thirty minutes to get ready and walk to class. Muttering curses under my breath I snatch the history book off my desk and stuff it into my backpack along with the other book I'll need today. I then dash out of my room to the bathroom and after discarding my clothes from last night- which I pretend don't smell like the ocean- I shower as fast as I can, running back to my room in just a towel. Racing to my closet, I yank the door open and start digging through piles of half-folded clothing looking for something to wear. Finally I drag a T-shirt and a pair of shorts out and put them on.
I race out of my room into the bathroom again. God I look awful. I'm not gorgeous or anything usually, but I look extra crappy today. My skin tone borders on olive and I've got a spray of freckles across my nose and cheeks. My eyes are dark brown and today they've got circles under them. My hair is thick, black, and falls roughly to my shoulders and, as usual, it's a mess. I'm pretty tall actually and my build tends towards athletic, though I've gotten a bit soft around the middle during college. Sighing at the state of my appearance I pull my hair back into a short ponytail and throw some eyeliner and mascara on. I don't look great, but it's going to half to do for now.
I run back to my room, grab my backpack, and slip a pair of flip-flops on. I pause in the kitchen to grab a pack of pop tarts and then I'm out the door and on my way to my first class of my senior year in college. The 8 o'clock world history class. This year is going to be sooo much fun.
…
By the time I get home again it's a little after noon and I'm already finished with classes for the day. Normally I wouldn't even have class until the afternoon because I like to sleep in, but since I've got the history class at eight I signed up for a 10 o'clock calculus class so I don't have to run back to campus later in the day. As I open the door to the house my roommates greet me. "Oh look," I respond sarcastically. "The princes charming are awake."
"Hey Jordan, that's not fair," Aaron mumbles from around the sandwich in his mouth. He's sitting on the couch, Comedy Central blaring on the TV. "It's not our fault you signed up for that early class." Aaron's one of the smartest guys I know. I've known him since high school. He's got brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses. He's in the university's marching band, but he can play pretty much any instrument he lays his hands on.
"Don't worry about it Aaron," Danny says, smirking, as he appears in the entrance to the kitchen. "Jordan's just jealous that she doesn't get to sleep in every day anymore." I stick my tongue out at him in retaliation. Danny is too handsome for his own good with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Aaron and I met him in our freshman year of college. He can be a jerk when he wants to be, but he's actually a pretty solid friend once you get to know him. He's in one of the big fraternities so he isn't around a lot of the time because he's got to do stuff with them. He says that he doesn't live in the frat house because he's happier without the drama, but Aaron and I have decided it's because they wouldn't let him stay there.
"You're heading out then?" I ask Danny.
"Yea," he says, pausing next to me in the doorway. "My first class of the day. It's early too so I can empathize with you." He pats me sympathetically on the shoulder.
"Bastard," I growl, swatting his hand away.
He simply laughs at me in response as he steps out the door. "See you guys later!" I slam the door behind him and move away, cursing under my breath.
Aaron snorts loudly into his sandwich and I stop to glare at him. "Something funny Aaron?"
"TV," he replies meekly, refusing to make eye contact.
"TV my ass…" I head into the kitchen to make my own lunch. My stomach is howling at me by now after my measly pop tart breakfast.
The kitchen is probably the largest room in the house. It's on the backside of the building, opposite the front door, which opens into the family room that we use as our main room. The TV, the couch, and a beanbag chair are on the left side of the family room and our dining table and a few bookshelves are on the right. My bedroom and the downstairs bathroom that I use are off to the left behind the couch. Actually by bedroom is technically the formal living room but the guy who owns the place walled it off so he could rent it out as a three-bedroom house. Aaron and Danny have the two upstairs bedrooms and share the bathroom. I pretty much never go up there. We've also got a front porch and a decent sized backyard with a patio and the house isn't too long of a walk from campus. It's a pretty good set up considering what we're paying for it. Minus the lack of air conditioning.
After heating up some pizza from last night I sit on the couch next to Aaron and attack it with a vengeance. We hang out for a while just talking and watching TV until he heads upstairs to start getting his stuff together to leave for band practice. I'm kind of disappointed to see him go. The only thing I've got left to do now is start my homework. After leaving my dishes in the kitchen sink I go back into my room and shut the door behind me. I dump the contents of my backpack on my bed I find that I am left with two choices: do my calculus homework first or my history homework. My calculus homework is a lot harder, but I would actually prefer doing it. The history homework is easy. But it's so stupid that we're going to have to write a 2-3 page paper every week. I feel sorry for the poor TAs who are going to have to grade them.
With a heavy sigh I grab my history book. I might as well get this over with. I sit down at my desk and flip the book open to read the chapter that I'll need. Once I'm done about an hour later- textbooks are dry reading- I grab my laptop and set work.
I have just settled into a good typing rhythm when a voice interrupts me. "You spelled 'coliseum' wrong."
My hands jerk so violently in my surprise that it leaves a line of gibberish on the page. Heart pounding I whirl around to see Britain standing behind me, a look of dismay on his face. There goes my "world nations in tiny globe is a dream" theory. I really can't deny his existence when I'm completely awake and he's still standing right in front of me. It'd be stupid to keep trying to deny it when I keep getting beat over the head with the reality of it. "What the hell are you doing here?" I hiss angrily at him.
"You had your first history class today right? I wanted to find out how it went."
"That's not what I meant! How are you here? In my room?"
Britain shrugs like it's no big deal. "You didn't think we were restricted to staying inside the globe did you? We can come and go as we please using the globe or your location as an entry point now that you're using it. And 'coliseum' is still spelled wrong."
"I know it's spelled wrong! That's what the red, squiggly line is for!" I hiss louder, jabbing my finger at the computer screen. "And you didn't think this was important enough to tell me last night? What if someone sees you?"
Britain frowns a bit at me. "It's really not that big of a deal. And I do wish you'd change the spelling of that word. It makes me cringe to think about what you Americans have done to the English language."
"Hey Britain! Quit criticizing my citizens!" Another door pops into existence just like it did last night. And none other than America bursts through it. The door swings shut behind him and it's gone like it was never there. I sit there staring dumbly at where it was as Britain and America begin to argue.
"America," Britain says, exhaling heavily through his nose. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm the hero! So I'm here to save my citizen from you bothering her!"
"It's really got nothing to do with you."
"Of course it does! You're always going on and on about what Americans have done to the English language, but you're really just jealous that the British can't come up with awesome new words like Americans can!"
"Wh-? Jealous? Don't be ridiculous America! Your people have completely bastardized our language!"
"No we haven't! We've made it better!"
"Would you two just shut up!" I shout. They both turn to stare at me startled. "Does it really matter that British and American English are different? I mean they're two different countries so why wouldn't they have different versions of the same language?" They both stare at me dumbstruck as if they'd never thought of that before. "And does it really matter for 'coliseum' anyways? Isn't it an Italian word?" I finish, motioning towards my computer screen.
Britain frowns in thought, but America's attention immediately shifts. It kind of depresses me that my country seems to suffer from ADD. "Oh what're you writing about? Ancient Rome huh? I bet Italy can help with this!" And before I can stop him American moves a couple strides away from my desk, reaches out into the empty air, and opens another door. "Hey Italy!" he shouts inside it. I can hear the faint echoes of his voice. "Come out here for a second!" It is quiet for one long moment and then…the sounds of a stampede. Italy suddenly jumps through the door and is quickly followed by Germany, Japan, China, France, and Russia. The door closes and disappears.
"What do you need America?" Italy asks him, smiling.
"Jordan is working on her history homework. I think you can help dude."
Italy's smile becomes blinding as he turns to me. "I can?" he asks excitedly like it's the thing he wants most in the world.
All I can do is gape open-mouthed at all of them. "Why did all of you come?"
"Well America called me!" Italy says proudly.
"Someone needs to keep an eye on Italy," Germany grumbles.
"There is something that I need to talk to Germany about," Japan explains politely.
"And I need to talk to Japan!" China adds.
France and Russia exchange glances. "We wanted to come too, chérie," France shrugs.
Rather than slapping my hand against my forehead I opt to bang my head against my desk. "This can't be happening to me…" I groan.
"Ve, ve!" Italy suddenly exclaims, his face right next to mine. "So I can help you right?"
"Sure," I say, resigned. "This stupid homework is supposed to be about ancient Rome."
"Oh Grandpa Rome! I can tell you all about him!"
I frown at Italy feeling a bit perplexed. "Tell me? Can't you just show me?"
"Nope!" Italy replies cheerfully.
"Our histories are like human memories Jordan-san. We can only show you our histories from our point of view since our existence as a nation. Italy did not exist as a nation during the Roman empire so he has no memories to show you," Japan clarifies.
"Really?" I ask, turning to look at Italy again.
"Uh huh! But I remember Grandpa Rome. He used to tell me lots of stories, so I think I can still help!"
I can't help but feel slightly put out. All my stressing over whether this whole thing was real or not and now that I know it's real and I actually need the countries' help I can't even go into one of their memories. "Fire away then Italy," I sigh.
Italy begins to talk. And talk. And talk. Just in case you didn't know Italy's a bit of an airhead. So when he was telling me stories about his Grandpa Rome- I'm still not sure exactly how that relationship works- it took all of my concentration to make sense of everything he was saying. Therefore I didn't notice Britain and France's fight until things were getting really loud.
"I said take it back you bloody frog!"
"Ha! Never!"
"Damn you!"
And then Britain and France are rolling on the ground trying to gouge each other's eyes out while screaming profanities at each other.
"What the hell?" I half-shout as I stand up. How the hell am I going to break them apart?
"Don't worry, they do this all the time!" Italy tells me.
"Huh?"
"Look it up in your history book," Germany replies gruffly from behind Italy. "Britain und France hate each other. They always have."
I glance at my history book before turning back towards the two nations on the ground. Yea I'm pretty sure I don't need to look that one up. Their hate is pretty freaking obvious. There is a loud knock on the door and everyone abruptly stops and shuts up, surprised. Britain and France are comically frozen with France's arm around Britain's neck, choking him, and Britain's fingers inches from France's eyes. "Hey Jordan? Is everything ok in there?" Aaron asks uncertainly.
"Y-yea! It's fine!" I answer, my voice a bit squeakier than normal. Please don't open the door, please don't open the door!
Unfortunately for me Aaron does indeed decide to push the door open, peeking his head around it to see what the hell is going on in my room. Shock and confusion flash across his face. "What the hell is going on in here?" he asks in amazement.
Ok Jordan, time to think fast! "They're uh…foreign exchange students! From the International Club! I had to join because of my history class. They're helping me with my homework. This is one of my roommates Aaron, everyone…"
"Did they climb in your window or something?" Aaron asks mystified.
"Something like that…" I mutter under my breath. Then, louder, "No they were just a lot quieter when they got here." My glare is directed at Britain and France who are still on the floor.
"Hi…" Aaron says uncertainly. Britain and France hurriedly pick themselves up and dust themselves off to join in the chorus of 'hellos' that the nations are giving to Aaron. "It's nice to meet you all," Aaron adds. The 'I think' on the end goes unsaid.
"It's nice to meet you too!" Italy suddenly exclaims, stepping forward. "I'm Ita-!" Italy never gets to finish his introduction as my history book imbeds itself into the back of his. He goes down, hard. I feel no remorse.
"He meant he's from Italy! He's still working on his English!" I then proceed to laugh awkwardly.
"Ok then…" Aaron blinks, surprised, and then looks back to at me bemused. "Anyways I'm heading out to practice. You guys…have fun."
"Yea, thanks Aaron!" I call as cheerily as I can. Aaron shuts the door behind him and all the nations, minus Italy who hasn't moved from the floor, turn to stare at me. I collapse back into my desk chair with a sigh.
Germany bends down and grabs my book in one hand and Italy's arm in the other, quickly heaving the other nation to his feet. "That hurt," Italy sniffles, looking pitiful. I'm pretty sure there are tears in the corners of his eyes.
"You didn't have to throw the book at him," Germany chastises me as he sets the book back on my desk.
"He was going to tell Aaron who he was!" I reply defensively. "Won't the world implode or something if it get's out that you guys are human personifications of your countries?"
"But Americans are…how you say…stupid, da?" Russia says suddenly. "Would anyone really believe it if they found out?"
"Hey! You can't call Americans stupid!"
As America begins to shout at Russia I consider his words. I hate to say it but…Russia's probably right. There are a lot of people who aren't that smart. And probably no one would believe me even if I told them that the men surrounding me are actually countries. I still barely believe it myself. "I guess your right Russia." Russia smiles at me, clearly pleased with himself.
"No! Jordan!" American laments overdramatically. "You can't agree with him!"
Ignoring America I look back at Italy as Germany scowls at me. "I'm sorry I threw that book at you," I tell Italy.
Italy sniffs once and then tilts his head, considering me. He then holds his arms out like he's expecting a hug. "A hug will make it all better, ve?"
I hesitate for a moment, as this doesn't seem entirely appropriate. But Italy just keeps giving me a faintly expectant smile. Finally, holding in my sigh, I reach out and hug him. Italy instantly crushes me against him so tightly I can't breathe. "Italy…!" I manage to gasp.
Italy releases me and his normal beaming smile has returned. "See! All better!"
I lean away from him trying to catch my breath. My face feels unnaturally hot. As uncomfortable as that hug was it's impossible to deny that I enjoyed the feeling of Italy's surprisingly firm torso against mine. And he smelled awfully good too. A mixture of sun, sea, and tomato sauce.
"Anyways," I say, turning back to my computer in order to hide my slight blush. "I think I got everything I needed. You guys can go back now."
"You said that was only one of your roommates right?" Britain asks thoughtfully.
"Yea. The other one's name is Danny." And boy am I glad he isn't here right now. I shudder to think what would have happened if it'd been him instead of Aaron.
"Danny?" Britain asks sounding shocked. "You're roommates aren't both men are they?"
"Yea. So?"
"That's improper!"
"Huh?"
"Don't worry about him chérie," France tells me soothingly. "He's just a prude."
"I am not! A young lady living with two unrelated males is completely indecent!"
"Dude, chill out," America butts in. "People do that all the time here."
"And that's exactly what's wrong with Americans!"
"Dude! You crossed a line with that one!"
"Seriously Britain calm down!" I interrupt sharply. He turns to look at me, startled. "Aaron's been dating the same girl since high school. And I've already had a talk with Danny about that kind of stuff. It's not a big deal."
"But…but…" Britain protests helplessly.
"As I said before," I reply briskly. "I think I've got everything I needed so you all can leave now. But if you guys come back…because you probably will," I add in undertone. Then, louder again, "Could you wear some normal clothes? You guys seriously look like you just came out of World War II or something."
All the countries look down, confused, at their clothing. They're all wearing what appears to be a military uniform of one form or another. "No problem!" Italy exclaims. "We can do that! And call us if you need us again! We're happy to help anytime!" The door reappears and they head through it, most of them waving or saying to goodbye. A couple are still staring ponderingly at their clothes as if they've never properly seen them before. The door closes and disappears and I'm finally alone again.
I lay my head down on my desk feeling as exhausted as I did last night. This is going to be one long and interesting semester. I wonder vaguely if it's abnormal to wish that your life could be boring instead of exciting.
Author's Note
All right! Second chapter! Whoo! I know it hasn't been that long, but this chapter and the first one both kind of serve as introductions so I wanted to get this one out fairly quickly. Unfortunately my update speed is going to slow down now because I've got two other stories I'm working on along with this one and I'm currently in this training program thing so I don't have a huge amount of free time in which to write.
Anyways I sure hope you enjoyed it! And that I kept everyone in character…managing so many characters at one time is pretty rough. Tons more respect for the authors who do it all the time. I also borrowed something else from Atama Ga Kuru Teru in this chapter in that the countries can come out of the globe. And they will be interacting with Jordan's friends and other people a lot in the coming chapters. I'm planning on kind of jumping between the countries histories and Jordan's life/world/whatever you want to call it. And I'm sorry if anything I ever write offends anyone. I don't intend it to offend, but I will be making fun of people/nationalities. Probably mostly Americans. But I'm allowed to do that because I'm American.
As for the reverse harem thing- and I may have my terminology wrong- but that means you have one girl with a bunch of guys going after her right? As opposed to a harem which is one guy and a bunch of girls? In any case I meant the first one. I'm planning on using all the main eight countries (if I can figure out a good way to do it) and a few other male countries too. I probably will have countries in here that don't go after Jordan too because I wanted to write them into the story anyways.
Seven reviews for my first chapter? Freaking awesome! I totally feel validated right now. THANK YOU SO MUCH to HannajimaShields, DarkeFlame, Atama Ga Kuru Teru, Sora'struelover, Hiatsu, Stella laLuna, and InsanityAintOptional. Yay! And PLEASE REVIEW after you read this chapter. I've had a less than awesome weekend and reviews would totally make me feel better. Last night I pretty much drowned my sorrows in a greasy Five Guys hamburger. EAT YOUR HEART OUT AMERICA! (And yes I admitted that almost solely for the purpose of saying that. LOL. But seriously my weekend sucked.)
Thanks for reading!
imagination junkie