A/N: Here, ladies and germs, is chapter three. I got done with it sooner than I expected. It's not nearly as intense as the previous two and it jumps around a lot but I think it explains some stuff. If you have any questions or suggestions for plot twists PM me or review. I hope you like it!
Chapter 3: Hetalia World Academy
Tristany Sinclair stood in her immaculately clean room for the last time as no one had bothered to tell her anything she didn't know if she would ever come back.
"Tris, it's time to go, the car's ready and you can't miss your plane," Called Tris's father. Without a word Tris turned and picked up her pet bird Malcolm's cage and headed out of her room. Aniki was waiting outside Tris's room holding her backpack.
"Ready?" he asked. Tris was silent so Malcolm answered in her stead.
"Ready to see Feli, but don't want to go." Tris nodded her head in agreement. Generally Malcolm was able to express what Tris was feeling and thinking quite well so, in a way, Tris wasn't as mute as she acted.
"You'll like it." Aniki said to Tris in an attempt to engage his sister and ignore Malcolm.
"Don't want to go." Malcolm pouted.
"They have great food." Aniki shot back. Tris allowed herself a small smile as she, her brother, and Malcolm walked out to the car where Tris's parents were waiting.
It was necessary to take a plane to Hetalia World Academy because, with some many high profile students, the school's location was a well-kept secret. So it was that when Tris and Malcolm stepped off the plane alone they were in unfamiliar surroundings. The terminal was very public and crowded so Tristany had difficulty making it to her pickup point, however, the man who was supposed to pick her up didn't come until three hours later.
"Tristany Sinclair?" Tris looked up to see a man with slicked back long blonde hair and sharp blue eyes in a well fitted suit. Tris watched him a moment then nodded her head.
"And Malcolm!" Malcolm chirped from Tris's shoulder.
"Please come with me, I'm to take you to the Academy and Headmaster Vargas."
"Don't follow a potato eater!" Malcolm warned as Tris stood and, pulling her luggage behind her, followed the man outside where a black car waited. Luckily for Tris inside was Feliciano, grinning like a madman.
"Ciao Tris!" he said when Tris slid into the car beside him. "I'm glad you're here." He grinned brightly.
"Italian." Grumbled Malcolm as he was forced off his master's shoulder, his favorite perch, when Tris flopped into Feliciano's lap, a habit Tris had formed in the last three months. Feliciano chatted with Malcolm and talked at Tris while stroking her hair like she was a cat all the way to the academy.
Hetalia World Academy was founded by Feliciano's forty-something grandfather. Children from all over the world were offered both a safe place, good education, and the opportunity to meet foreign people, which was partly how Tris met Feli.
When Tris was about five and Feli was six, Tris's brother was admitted to HWA. At the opening ceremony, a bored Tris snuck away into the garden, a magnificent thing filled with every kind of flower, a pond with fish, and a hedge maze. It was in this maze that Feli and Tris first met. Tris had managed to find the gazebo at the center of the maze but in so doing found herself completely lost. Once she realized she had no idea where the exit was she became afraid and began to cry. It was in that state that a six-year-old Feliciano Vargas stumbled upon Tristany. Feliciano crouched down next to Tristany and waited until she noticed him.
"W-Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Feliciano Vargas and you are very pretty but how about you stop crying?" Feliciano looked at Tristany with large brown eyes that would make a puppy envious.
"O-Okay." Tris wiped her tears away as Feliciano helped her up.
"Hey, what's your name? I can't just call you 'pretty girl'." Feliciano said as he started to lead Tris through the maze. Tris blushed slightly.
"I'm Tristany Sinclair." Feliciano tilted his head in thought.
"Do you have a brother named Aniki?"
"Uh-huh." Tris said nodding her head so much that some of her carefully pinned curls come out.
"Yeah, I know your family. You live near Greece." By this time they had reached the garden again and Tris basked in the sun's light and the open space.
"Thank you for leading me out of there. I thought I would be stuck in there forever." Tris said as she hugged her guide. Right at that moment a man and a little boy, who looked like copy of Feliciano, entered the garden.
"Ah, Feli, made a new friend I see," Said the man crouching down next to Tris and Feliciano.
"Si Grandpa." Feli chirped as his grandfather rubbed his head approvingly.
"And who might you be?" Feli's grandpa asked Tristany.
"My name is Tristany Sinclair." Tris said shyly. Mr. Vargas smiled kindly and gently took Tris's hand, kissing it.
"A pleasure to meet you Miss Sinclair," He said. When he smiled his eyes sparkled like Feliciano's. The little boy by Mr. Vargas's leg, all but forgotten about, tugged at Feli's grandfather's pant leg.
"What is it Lovino?" Feli's grandfather asked, his attention diverted from Tris. The little boy, Lovino, pointed to the maze. "Right, right. Well, Lovi wants to go inside the maze. I'll see you and your lady friend later Feli." Headmaster Vargas said as he and his other grandson entered the maze.
"Ciao Grandpa, ciao fratello!" Feliciano called after his brother and grandfather. "Come on Tris, let's go to the reception! I want some pasta!" The Italian declared as he led the way inside the school to where the food and pasta were.
Tris was standing outside Headmaster Vargas's office waiting to be called in. The last time she had been to the school was when she first met Feli, the day her then eight-year-old brother had been accepted to HWA. Tris remembered that day fondly. Her mother had spent an hour carefully pinning Tris's blonde hair up so it curled down around her shoulders, making her look like Shirley Temple. Tris had worn a green dress and Aniki had been forced into a suit, which Tris had enjoyed watching since her brother hated formal wear of any kind.
Headmaster Vargas's door opened and out streamed three boys in the HWA uniform, one had white hair and red eyes, an albino with a yellow bird riding on his head, one had brown hair and lovely green eyes, and one had longish blonde hair and blue eyes that glittered with awkward humor that gave Tris the impression that most of his thoughts needed to be censured.
"Next time Bonnevoy, Beilschmidt, Carrideo, try not to be sent to my office." Headmaster Vargas called after the boys.
"Yes Headmaster," Said the albino with a German accent.
"Oui Headmaster," Said the blonde in a French accent.
"Si Headmaster," Said the brunette with a Spanish accent. It was the blonde French boy who noticed Tris first. Instantly he was in front of her holding a rose he pulled from nowhere and handing it to her.
"Bonjour, my name is Francis. Who might you be?" Before Tris could move passed Francis the German and Spanish boy were also there, the German on her left, Francis on her right, and the Spaniard before her.
"Francis, who is this lovely lady? You weren't going to keep her all to yourself were you?" asked the German boy.
"Si," put in the Spanish boy, "it's polite to share one such as this."
"I wasn't keeping her to myself!" Francis exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air, creating an escape path for Tris. While the three boys were arguing about whether or not Francis had been hoarding her, Tris slipped into Headmaster Vargas's office. Once she shut the door, she leaned against it and sighed in relief.
"Ran into then Bad Touch Trio did you?" Asked Headmaster Vargas. Tris nodded.
"Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio are a bit of a handful but are good kids at heart. Take a seat Miss Sinclair." Tris took the only seat in front of the Headmaster's desk. "I am sorry about your friend Lea. Feli has told me you are not at your best and I wish for you to know the staff and I will do everything we can to help you." Throughout the speech Tris remained silent. "Feli has also told me that you refuse to talk to anyone. Why won't you say anything?" Headmaster Vargas let his question hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "You, like everyone else, will attend seven classes; math, science, history, PE, home economics, art, and music. The first class starts at seven thirty and the last class ends at two o'clock. Here is a map and your schedule. Your luggage and your bird Malcolm should be in your dorm room by now. Here also is your key you'll be in room 317. I hope you rest well, you have a big day tomorrow. Good luck." Headmaster Vargas said as he handed Tris the various items
Tris exited the Headmaster's office and made her way to where her dorm should be. Once she found the girl's wing it was easy to locate room 317. Tris inserted her key into the lock and opened the door. Her room was large with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and bedroom. Her luggage was at the foot of the bed and Malcolm was out of his cage. Malcolm flew onto Tris's headboard and began talking about the rudeness of cage handlers. Tris lay down on her bed, closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep, not wanting the morning to come.