IMPORTANT!
This is a sequel story, if you haven't read the first two stories in this series, 'Call us Hetalia' and 'Call me Unnoticed' this story will make zero sense to you. Zip. Zilch. Nada. So please go and check out the original stories, starting with 'Call us Hetalia!' Thank you!
The corner park, near the orphanage, two week later.
During this past couple weeks, Elizabeta has come to visit me almost every day, I really like her, she's so nice, and she seems to have similar tastes as me.
Wisteria thought as she pedaled her bike off of the sidewalk and made her way towards where Elizabeta was normally sitting this time of day.
That's a first. Normally people stay away from me.
As expected, the hungarian was in the same spot as always, but this time she wasn't alone.
She was chasing a white haired boy around screaming.
"GILBERT I SWEAR YOU PEEK UP MY SKIRT ONE MORE TIME...!"
Elizabeta shrieked as the one named Gilbert made tracks towards the playground set.
"I didn't do it on purpose, dammit! You were standing on top of a picnic table and the wind blew up! Do you honestly expect me to avert my eyes like any polite young man would? Seriously!?"
"Watch your mouth!"
Gilbert scrambled up the ladder at one end of the playground, Elizabeta took the rungs two at a time, gaining on the boy, who was wearing white jeans, red sneakers, and a white tee shirt with a red kerchief tied around his neck. He also had on a black pseudo leather jacket and there was a yellow canary, chick, bird thing on his head.
He's not like the average teenager either, huh?
Wisteria thought as she leaned her bike up against the tree that shaded the picnic table she and Elizabeta would normally sit on, wandering over to observe the situation Gilbert had gotten himself into.
Gilbert had reached the other end of the playground and swung out onto the fire mans pole.
"Catch me if you can! Kesesesese!" He cackled as he went spinning down the pole.
"Come back here!" Elizabeta screeched as she leapt the edge of the playground set and tackled Gilbert to the ground before he could run.
Wisteria choked on her giggles as she watched Elizabeta dragging Gilbert backwards towards the picnic table by the ankles, the albino clawing at the dirt, fighting every inch of the way.
"Oh...Wisteria...hi!" Elizabeta gasped once she realized her friend had arrived.
Gilbert rolled over, kicking his feet in an attempt to free himself from his friends iron grip.
"Hello!" Wisteria greeted, walking up as Gilbert finally freed himself from Eliza's grasp and scrambled backwards on his hands and knees a few feet, before crossing his legs indian style and leaning on his ankles.
"Was tackling me to the ground really necessary!?" He demanded furiously.
"Yes." Elizabeta replied curtly.
"Wisteria, this is my idiot friend Gilbert. My idiot friend Gilbert, this is Wisteria."
"Hmph!" Gilbert crossed his arms and turned his nose up.
"Nice to meet you." Wisteria said, still giggling at their behavior.
"Whatever. First you drag me out here after classes and than you chase me up a kiddie play ground set, only to jump off and tackle me! And now you expect me to be all nice to this friend you've been ditching us for for weeks?"
Elizabeta was fingering an empty space on her belt, Wisteria noticed, as if she was reaching for a weapon that wasn't there.
"Yes. Yes I do." She replied.
Gilbert rolled his eyes and laid back onto the grass, tucking his arms behind her head.
"So what do you girly girls normally do out here?"
"We just talk, I really appreciate Elizabeta's company." Wisteria said shyly, hoping she wasn't taking Elizabeta's attention from something more important.
"Don't let him make you feel bad. He's just jealous because I used to waste my afternoons hanging out with him and some other idiotic boys before I met you and had some decent conversation."
"Idiotic boys? You and I both know that Roderich is head over heels for you! And wait until I tell Lilli you didn't include her! She'll be crushed!"
Gilbert cried as he jackknifed to his feet, Wisteria gasped at his sudden agility.
"Show off." Elizabeta mumbled as she walked back over to the picnic table and set down on the top, resting her feet on the bench.
"And Roderich and I, for the last time, are just friends!"
Wisteria joined her and eventually Gilbert relented and sat beside them.
"I'll repeat myself, what kind of girly stuff do you girly girls do out here?"
"We talk about clothes and bad mouth our enemies while we braid each others hair and talk in high nasally voices."
Elizabeta said with perfectly straight face.
"Well, I'm out, but tell you what, I'll send Vash back in my place, his hair is long enough to braid! Hell, I'll even find Yao if you really want to have a good time!"
Gilbert said as he turned and marched comically towards the edge of the park.
"Get back here!" Elizabeta called, but her voice sounded humored.
"Ja, ja, now, are you gonna tell her or do I have to, because I am getting sooooo bored right now. The totally awesome me shouldn't have to deal with this totally un-awesome stuff."
Elizabeta shook her head, her brown hair flicking from her shoulders.
"You can do it, I know you've been so excited to tell her."
"Alright, so, you ever heard of Hetalia Academy?"
Gilbert asked as he took on a dynamic stance, grinning, scarlet eyes suddenly alight.
Elizabeta placed both elbows on her knees and cupped her head with her hands.
A few seconds passed.
"He's talking to you, you know."
The brunette said to Wisteria, who jumped.
"Oh, me? Uh, yeah, it's that really high level private school on the cliff overlooking the city right? What about it?"
"In case this lovely hungarian here hasn't told you..."
Gilbert threw an arm around Elizabeta's shoulders and hugged her to his side.
"We're students' there!"
Wisteria was incredibly surprised, what were two students from Hetalia academy doing down in her area of the city, wasting their afternoons hanging around with her?
"B-But..." Wisteria began.
"It's true! Look!" Gilbert reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a scarlet card, holding up two inches from Wisteria's face.
The younger girl leaned back and blinked, focusing on the words on the card.
It was photo of Gilbert, with a high collar coming into view from the edge of the portrait. Next to it the Hetalia wings were in black, spread behind his name, I.D number, and other information.
A student I.D for the Hetalia Academy.
"Elizabeta has one too, show her! Show her!" Gilbert whined childishly.
Elizabeta sighed and reached into the breast pocket of her vest, producing a card, the image was of her in with a lacy scarlet collar in view, and a single red flower in her hair. Her full name, nationality, and other things were also in clear view in text beside her picture.
"You guys are really students there...thats incredible! I wish I could go to a school like that!"
"They have the most incredible dance programs!" Elizabeta said, smiling giddily.
"Ja, and musical arts! Our friend Roderich is studying to become a concert pianist!"
"And violinist." Elizabeta added.
"And guitarist." Gilbert recalled.
"And orchestra conductor." Elizabeta said.
"Basically he plays everything you can thing of. Even silly things you would never guess like the accordion and the xylophone!" Gilbert laughed.
"The art program is amazing too... sometimes even the Headmaster joins us! He's an amazing artist! Roderich does some fine arts too, and the Vargas brothers do pretty impressive renaissance works! I paint as well. We've got tons of sculptors, Hercules and you would probably get along really well." Elizabeta mused.
"Ja, if you can keep him from falling asleep long enough to get into a decent conversation!" Gilbert cackled.
Elizabeta smiled, "True."
The rest of the afternoon was spent with Wisteria slowly falling in love with the idea of one day attending Hetalia Academy.
When Elizabeta and Gilbert had to leave, Wisteria waved them off from the front steps of the orphanage, where they had walked her, and went to sleep with a dream already blossoming into creation in her mind.
One day she was going to become a famous artist, and she was going to go to Hetalia Academy in order to do it. It didn't matter what it took, she was going to get into that Academy, she was going to graduate from it with at the top of all her classes, and she was going to become the most incredible artist in the world.
Little did she know, fate planned on giving her a hand towards that goal, and also send her rocketing into a whole new world, that even her fantastical imagination couldn't ever dream up.
Gilbert: The awesome me is described awesomely in an awesome outfit with awesome colors, and awesome chase scene, and the awesomely awesome Gilbird!
Amethyst: 2...3..4...ok, I give up on how many times he said 'awesome'.
Elizabeta: He's annoying, right?
Amethyst: I could always write you getting to kick his butt in somewhere.
Gilbert: Please don't.
Elizabeta: Please do!
Wisteria: Please don't put me in the middle of it.
Amethyst: Gil, it's your turn to do the thing!
Gilbert: I've done it before!
Amethyst: Well do it again! Or I'll write you jumping off a cliff! *Wields laptop menacingly.*
Gilbert: Fine! If you want to see more of the awesome me...
Elizabeta: And me.
Wisteria: And me.
Hutt: And me.
Amethyst: *Whacks Hutt* Shut up, you can't talk until you've been introduced into the story!
Gilbert: Please favorite, follow, and review! Danke!