Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Sophomore schedule status: HECTIC.
Emotional status: way beyond broken—currently recovering from a week of emotional breakdowns…but breakdowns still occur from time to time (God, I want to recover already but…I can't.)
No worries—I won't put anything like a series of emotional breakdowns, scissor-holding addiction and/or other absurdities (that I am experiencing right now) in this fan fic… I don't want to mess this fan fic so much that I'll fail to fix the mess later on. (this may serve as a warning, perhaps?)
Meghan Williams had no idea how she was supposed to react with what she just read.
She was about to deposit her first two subjects' textbooks in her locker when a neatly folded piece of white paper suddenly fell on the floor right after she opened her locker. She unfolded the note, read the message, and it left her speechless in a way that either she was shocked or simply disgusted. She couldn't tell how she felt at the moment.
After depositing her textbooks in her locker, she went straight to the caf, where her brother was eating his recess—with Alice.
Meghan sat silently beside Alice and looked at Alfred.
"Meggy? Is anything wrong?" he asked after he took a bite from his hamburger. Meghan waited for Alfred to finish chewing his food and swallow it before she spoke "I got a…um…note from someone."
"A note?" Alice asked. Meghan glanced at her then nodded.
"Yes. Apparently, the sender of the note did not tell who she or he is…but something tells me that a guy wrote it—"
"Seriously, Meggy? What did the note say anyway?" Alfred asked. He was teasing Meghan but not that much.
"It said something like…" Meghan did not know how to summarize what that simple note contained.
"Do you have the note with you?" Alice asked.
"Yes. It's in my pocket right now—"
"May I read it?" Alice's vivid green eyes made her say yes immediately for a reason she could not decipher. She handed the note to Alice and the latter unfolded the paper. Before she even began reading its content, she immediately frowned.
"What class are you in, Meghan?" Alice asked, her gaze focused on the note.
"Uh…Class B—"
"I did not notice you when I came there. Weird…" Alice mumbled to herself. She returned the note to Meghan, disgust evident in her pale face.
"I did not expect him to be…like this…" Alice said.
"He? So wait—you know who gave me the note?" Meghan asked, hoping that Alice really knows who gave her the freaky little note.
"WHAT DOES THE NOTE SAY, PEOPLE. CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?" Alfred shouted. Alice glanced at him then tsked. "Don't make a scene here, Alfred. Act like a civilized person." When Alfred blinked and remained silent, Alice looked at Meghan and nodded "Only that silver-headed bastard can give that—"
"S-Silver…headed bastard? D-Don't tell me…" Meghan's eyes widened upon realizing…
"Yes, Meghan. Apparently, the person who's asking you to be his date for the upcoming batch formal is none other than Gilbert Beilschmidt."
After the bloody revelation during recess, Alice went back to her classroom (with Alfred) and was frozen in her spot upon seeing assorted colors of post-its on her desk. She took a closer look at the post-its and was left speechless upon reading the one at the very center of the post-its mosaic. The one in the center was a plain while post-it and its contents were written with a red marker:
NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, YOU ARE STILL A WITCH.
Before Alfred even had the chance to take a peek of what was written on the post-its, she pulled all the post-its from her desk, crumpled them, and placed it in the pocket of her black jeans.
"Alice…what was that all about?" Alfred asked, obviously worried.
"N-Nothing…I think they are just…uh…nothing serious, okay?" Alice didn't sound convincing, which made Alfred worry more. Alfred should not be dragged into this, Alice thought. Whoever sent the freaking note was a damn genius—he/she's right. No matter how normal Alice acts in school, everyone will still see her as a deceitful, despicable, evil witch.
As the bell rang, Alice left the classroom without saying anything.
Alice could not help but contemplate. How did her life became so screwed up that she felt way beyond…imprisoned?
She could not stop herself from remembering the days when she was just a normal student. She could make friends with anyone; no one bullied her, and all that. Everything used to be so fucking normal until…a series of unfortunate events happened.
She leaned her back against the library's plain wall and released a heavy, weary sigh. She was already getting tired of fighting against those Alpha Bitches and the rules they have established. Add the fact that her non-biological sister, Ainsley I. Kirkland, was part of those Alpha Bitches. Add to that fact the other fact that it was Ainsley herself who established the fucking rule.
Alice was thankful that Ms. Semilla did not mind her presence in the library. In fact, Ms. Semilla left her alone in the library so that no awkwardness would be felt between the two of them. (Ms. Semilla simply went to the other side of the HS library)
Do not waste what you're mother taught you.
Alice couldn't help but hypothesize that Ainsley saw her doing some sort of BASIC magic when she (Alice) was around 8 years old at their backyard in the middle of the night. Alice was depressed back then due to her mother's death plus Arthur's self isolation. She was trying to communicate with her mother…but she failed.
Maybe she really is a witch after all.
But people nowadays misinterpret what a freaking witch is. People would immediately think of an old hag wearing a huge-sized black hat and a long licorice black cape. This old hag would also have a broomstick with her so that she could fly.
Nowadays, people's imagination is just too colorful.
"Ally? Are you here?"
Alice's vivid green eyes widened upon hearing the voice of Alfred F. Jones. Instead of hiding like a child, she stayed in her place and replied "I am here."
And so, Alfred approached her.
"You're cutting classes. That's uncivilized." Alice said—monotone.
"You're also cutting classes. That means we're both uncivilized, right?" Alfred asked with a grin.
"Why are you here?" Alice asked wearily.
"I am worried about you, Ally. Anything wrong?" he asked. Alice could not dare herself to look into the bottomless blue eyes of Alfred F. Jones.
"Nothing. I'm just too tired, I guess…" Alice lied.
"I doubt that." Alfred said dully.
Alice crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Alfred from head to toe. God, he's so tall now…unlike before—
"Well then, Alfred. Can you guess what's wrong?" Alice asked in a rather…taunting, agitated, and tired way. She was already beginning to feel imprisoned again—thanks to the kind note that reminded her that she was nothing but a screwed up witch.
Silence answered her with silence.
"Damn it all…" Alice muttered as she looked down, took a deep breath, and looked at Alfred—again.
"You can tell me, Ally. I'll listen." Alfred said calmly.
"Alfred, I don't…I don't want you to regret this." Alice said bitterly. Sure, she liked Alfred being with her and all that but what would happen later on? They'll simply regret it.
Alice was expecting Alfred to ask "Regret what, exactly?" or something like that. Unfortunately, that's not how fate wanted it to be.
"Alice Kirkland, you realize that saying all this crap to me in order to distance yourself from me or vice versa will never ever lessen my affection for you. Ever." he said [in a very civilized manner].
"E-Excuse me?!" was all Alice managed to say after her mind has processed what Alfred said to her.
"I know that right now, I have no fucking idea what's happening. It's total bullshit to me right now. Alice, I want to know why you're doing this. You know that keeping the truth for me won't help, right?" Alfred said as he clasped his hands over Alice's shoulders.
"I am not yet ready to tell you everything, Alfred. I am sorry."
"Don't be sorry about it, Ally. Don't be scared to tell me. Like what I told you, my affection for you will never ever be lessened."
I doubt that, you asshat. Maybe if I tell you, you'll leave me alone. Blast it all. Blast it all. BLAST IT ALL, DAMN IT. Alice said to herself internally.
Alice took a deep breath and looked into Alfred F. Jones' blue eyes.
"I am a witch."
"Where the hell can we find this lady named Anya Braginskaya?"
"Don't be impatient, Eri—"
"Goddammit I need to find that freaking Russian."
"Eri, don't be too stressed about this. You might burn the whole city with your frustration or something…"
Heck. They have been searching for Anya Braginskaya for like…half a day? Sure, it's short but as mystical and/or supernatural creatures, they should have found the Russian lady named Anya Braginskaya in less than a blasted hour or something like that.
"You know the feeling that you can't see her but you can feel her goddamned presence? THAT'S HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW. GOD, THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING." Lukas has never heard the orange-eyed lady swear like that. She was the type of lady who would not really swear…but now, she's swearing like hell.
"Calm down, Eri. We'll find Anya. Somehow." he said stoically.
"Somehow." she repeated.
"Somehow." Lukas reassured.
"Okay." and finally, she has calmed down.
"Oh my fucking God, Alice. You are the prettiest witch I've ever seen in my life. I am the luckiest dude in this planet."
"Alfred." Alice called Alfred's attention bitterly. She was not expecting this kind of reaction from Alfred. She was expecting him to be like "What the hell are you talking about?" or something similar to that.
"I am damn serious. Alice, YOU ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BE A FUCKING WITCH." Alfred said with exaggeration that caused Alice to facepalm—twice.
"I'm using magic to make me look pretty. To hide all my wrinkles and such. Basically, I am using bloody magic to hide my crappy appearance." Alice said sarcastically.
"God, Alice. Don't say things like that." Alfred finally said with seriousness.
Alfred did not take the revelation seriously.
How frustrating.
"I am bloody serious, you git. I AM A WITCH." Alice emphasized the last part of her statement. Alfred ruffled her pale blonde hair while chuckling.
"Alice, don't tell me that Abby was actually telling the truth that you're…uh…a witch."
"Holy sweet hell, she is telling the bloody truth, alright." Alice said—sarcastically.
"God, you're too sarcastic." Alfred remarked.
"I know, right?" Alice teased.
"But…seriously?" Alfred asked, the seriousness slowly returning. Alice shrugged "Well, that's what the students in this bloody campus say. Especially my non-biological sister." Alice replied. Alfred nodded slowly as his brain absorbed and processed what Alice said. "So that explains the bitter attitude of almost everyone towards you."Alfred concluded. Alice nodded wearily "Yes, yes."
"I swear to God that I really don't believe in magic and all its crap but…hearing it from you—"
"So, are you going to stay away from me now that I REVEALED my true identity to you, human?" Alice asked, trying to sound creepy but it only caused Alfred to laugh more.
"Hell no. In fact, Alice Kirkland, I would be happy to hang out with you more." Alfred said defiantly as he tucked a portion of Alice's hair behind her ear. Alice blinked.
"Don't blame me for your downfall, Alfred." Alice said icily—but not super icy. Just the normal iciness.
"I'll be happy to fall down because of you, Alice."
"Be careful of what you say." Alice teased.
"Thanks for the advice?" Alfred's brows furrowed.
"You are welcome." Alice answered back.
"So I fell in love with the prettiest witch on Earth, huh. Epic." Alfred gave Alice a superultramegahyper bear hug.
"A-A-Alfred…" Alice tried to call Alfred's attention but she smiled later on.
Alfred has not changed at all. You should see it yourself, Arthur.
[06 September 2012] ~Yes: I made the author's note first before the chapter itself. LOL~
I reread this whole (as in all the chapters so far) FanFic for like…2-3 times… and well…for me, I think I am beginning to…uh…how am I supposed to say this…I think the story is beginning to lose sense. I don't know how you see it but yeah…
…and right now I have no idea how I am supposed to return it to its original plot. (yes, it had a different plot, actually…and I ignored it.)
If I fail to fix this FanFic's plot (and setting—yes…I have setting issues. As in I have no idea where the story's taking place. That probably explains the curriculum in school?), either I'll abandon it (but as much as possible, I am trying to take this option out of my list) or finish it—but trust me, you might…uh…hate the ending? Well, people have different tastes, right?
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS. I LOVE YOU ALL. I LOVE YOU ALL LIKE HOLY SWEET HELL. THANK YOU. xD
I couldn't resist the temptation (blame curiosity and *tweet*) to reply at this review: (note: nothing personal here…I mean…no worries—I am not offended or hurt with your review, okay?)
surrender moors: when I saw your review after I reviewed for our upcoming Bio quiz (and talked to someone really important) , I was like "…what is this supposed to mean?" In short—I had no idea whether I should consider the review as…a bad sign or something good that has been wrapped with overflowing sarcasm. I was even like "I NEED TO TALK TO THIS PERSON—NOW." (please don't imagine me saying this in an angry way. I actually said this in a very…nervous and/or unconfident way) but then I realized that you were a guest so…yeah.