Hi! Because I have not updated in so long compared to my usual schedule, I present you with an extra long chapter! Please enjoy!
Feet stamped down the halls in a hurry. Everyone wanting the make the most of the half hour they had between classes.
Wisteria and Peter walked out, and together began down the hall when, with surprising speed, Feliks appeared at their side, Toris tailing him.
"You left your backpack!" The brown haired baltic exclaimed.
"Ok, like, thanks." Feliks took the pack and tossed his over his shoulder, not before tucking his pony safely within.
"So, like, anyway, I like, totally want to give you a makeover sometime, girl."
Wisteria stared at him, as he smiled brightly again.
"Ok..."
"Great! I'll find you later and we'll hit the shops!" Poland was gone after that, Lithuania chasing him and trying to get him to calm down.
Wisteria turned very slowly to Peter.
"Who was that?"
"Some guy who was sitting in front of you in class, I think."
Peter replied.
"Anyway, I just checked my schedule again, and it says that I have my first metal working class in a half hour. How about you?"
Wisteria slid her backpack from her shoulder and tossed it into Peter's arm. Peter held it while she pawed through and removed her pink schedule.
"I've got art class! Oh, and it's in the art gallery, I actually know where that it!" Wisteria was ecstatic.
"Ciao~ Did I hear art class?" A voice rang down the hall.
"Could it be the same one I'm on my way to get an early start on?"
Feliciano came skipping up the hall, a goofy smile on his face.
"Hi Feli! Your in the same class as me?" She asked, happier by the second. Art was a class she felt comfortable in, and the friendly italian she actually knew would help that feeling along even more.
Feli nodded.
"It's a pretty small group, so you'll feel at home in a-no time! C'mon!"
"Uh, bye Peter!"
Wisteria cried as she was grabbed by the hand by the exuberant italian and hustled down the hallway.
As they half ran through the halls, Wisteria asked.
"Exactly how many people are in this class?"
"Um...I think fifteen? Maybe less, and a-thats adding you, not many people do art around here, they're more into technology and computers and gadgets and junk like that."
Feliciano trotted into the art gallery, filled with the wonderful creations of his other artist friends.
A blonde with bushy eyebrows was there, sketching in a notebook, a boy with a ponytail was painting a graceful oriental picture of who may or may not have been the afore mentioned blonde, and snickering as he purposely made him look very feminine. Some other guy with longish brown hair in two longer strands running down to his shoulders had fallen asleep at the foot of a half finished sculpture.
Several other artists littered the room, holding paints, or sketchpads, or working with clay.
Wisteria felt a smile breach her face. This seemed like a place she could belong.
"Here, I got an easel all a-set up for ya!" Feliciano pulled Wisteria over to a professional painting easel set up around one of the empty platforms.
"The paint rack is a-over there, and the charcoals and pastels are in those cabinets on the floor there. There are pencils in there as well. Just a-ask me if you need anything else! I'll just be over at my easel over there, I'm a-working on a painting of my a-Fratello, but I've got to do it just from memory! It's a-harder then I thought!"
"Is it because your brother isn't here?" Wisteria asked.
A brash voice suddenly called harshly across the room, causing several of the zoned in creative students to shoot the speaker a look.
"That's cause I will a-never pose for him!"
Wisteria turned to see a boy that could have very well been Feliciano's twin, save the altered placement of the hair curl and tanned skin, the italians were nearly identical.
"Aw, come on Fratello! I a-really need help..."
"Never! I said never and that means never!"
"Don't be so mean, Lovi..."
Antonio was carving something out of a foot tall block of wood with a knife and a small pencil like chisel at a corner desk.
"Why don't you just go sit somewhere closer to him, so he can see you while he's working? I'll move your easel for you!"
"Why don't you just shut up, jerk bastard?" Lovino shot back.
Feliciano sighed as the two of them began their quarrel.
"They don't like each other?"Wisteria guessed as she walked back over to her easel.
"Oh, a-no, they like each other a lot, but Lovino just doesn't like to show it."
Wisteria shrugged, unconsciously wondering why Feliciano had emphasized 'a lot'.
"Ohonhonhonhon...amour...it is beautiful, oui?"
"Eep!"
Wisteria spun and saw Francis sitting at the easel opposite her own, mixing colors together on his pallet with a suggestive smirk on his face.
"Sure is!" Feliciano agreed, looking up at his brother and the spaniard, who were still arguing. By arguing, it was more like Lovino throwing insults and Antonio totally ignoring them and babbling about how adorable 'his Lovi' was.
Wisteria blinked several times before electing to ignore the two and turn to her easel.
It was an actually professional piece, and Wisteria found it to be much better then the old broom handles she'd nailed together propped up on a chair.
Letting out a breath, she looked around for a moment and smiled before moving to the cabinet to collect some paints.
I already know exactly what I want to try.
The following week.
Wisteria was slowly becoming accustomed to the way Hetalia Academy functioned. She soon felt like a single gear in a large, powerful machine. She'd been working on the same painting in her hour of art class, and had already engaged in several combat practices and training sessions. Several kicks to the gut during her two on one sessions with Professor Gojosen had really taught her to stay aware. Her and Peter would train with him alone, so that they could attempt to somewhat catch up to the students who had years of a head start on them.
At long last, she'd finished her painting, and was quite pleased with it.
It was Kiku, but he was sitting on top of a large teetering stack of books, reading one he held himself as several more of them tumbled down from his position. The sky all around him was a dimming purple with several bold orange swirls. Standing on a stack of books a little shorter then Kiku's was Feliciano, balancing on one foot, arms thrown out goofily, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a sketchbook that had pages falling out in the other. He had a bright smile on his face. This canvas was a good several inches wider and then the ones Wisteria had been able to afford back at the orphanage with her meager allowance. Yet here at the academy, she had been overjoyed to discover, any canvases she could want were all there and available to her whenever she pleased. Several times per class the art teacher, Professor Greece, would come and look at her work, and give her pointers or compliments. Wisteria had learned that Prof. Greece was the first out of the two Greece's in the academy, the second one being the greek boy named Hercules who was working on a sculpture across the room.
Once she had finished shading the last of the drifting pages from the Feliciano in her paintings sketchbook, Wisteria sat back and let out a contented sigh.
Feliciano walked up but stayed behind the painting.
"Am I allowed to a-look at it yet, Bella? I want to see what you've been doing!" He whined.
Wisteria spotted Kiku standing in the doorway, reading and most likely waiting for Feliciano to leave.
"Hey! Kiku!" Wisteria waved when the japanese looked up and gestured for him to come over.
Kiku marked his place in his book and walked over to the two artists.
"I just finished it!" Wisteria puffed out her chest proudly and spread her arms out towards the canvas.
"What do you think?"
Kiku and Feliciano inched around the canvas and looked at the painting.
Feliciano saw himself in his black and red military suit, tie swinging in the wind, and broke into a grin.
"You painted me! That's a-so cool!"
Kiku simply turned a very bright shade of pink and said with a stutter when he spotted himself settled atop the stack of books on the canvas.
"Why would you want to paint me?"
"Because I though it would be fun!" Wisteria replied proudly.
Kiku stood and listened as Feliciano and Wisteria gabbed in a language Kiku couldn't understand.
He believed that language was called 'art'.
"No wonder Headmaster replaced my self portrait with yours in the art gallery, your a-so unique in your thinking!"
Wisteria froze, "Wait? You mean 'Starry Eyes' is hanging where your portrait used to?"
Feliciano nodded.
"Sure! But I a-don't mind. I'm happy you get a spot in the art gallery!"
Wisteria, at that moment, was very pleased to have made friends with the italian
"Thanks."
Later that night, at the door to the Micro nations base.
"Good night, Eliza!" Wisteria waved as Elizabeta went into her base, and Wisteria entered her own.
She gawked at the sight of some boy she'd never once met sitting there flicking through T.V channels.
"Who are you!?" She demanded.
"Mama Mia!" The kid yelped, dropping the remote.
He soon realized that Wisteria wasn't a threat, at least, not at the moment, and waved.
"Oh, Ciao~ I'm Romeo, I'm joining your team! What's your name?"
Wisteria blinked twice before relaxing, the boy indeed donned a casual Hetalia uniform consisting of a collared tee shirt with a military like design that was black with a red stripe on each side, and a red hetalia emblem on it, with black pants and boots.
"Well, I'm Wisteria, my nation name is the Principality of Wy, but you can call me Wy for short." She introduced herself as she walked in.
"I'm Seborga!" He said, his angular curl bouncing as he stood.
Wisteria stared up at him, he was nearly a foot and half in height taller then her.
"Whoa! How old are you?"
"Thirteen." Seborga replied, looking down at her.
"How did you get so blasted tall?" She demanded.
Romeo shrugged, "I dunno."
Wisteria was going to have to satisfied with this answer for the time being, because at that moment the door open and Peter entered, in his training uniform. It was a sailor type uniform with a large hat that had twin ribbons coming off of it. Wisteria wore her casual uniform, which doubled as her training uniform, that Elizabeta had helped her pick out.
Romeo grinned and waved to Peter.
"Ciao~ I'm the newest on the team!"
Peter clapped his hands.
"I was wondering when the third member would get here! It's been a while since we arrived, after all! This is great, we'll all learn together and become the best team in the academy!"
"Thats a bit of a long shot isn't it? I mean, we're all a good three to four years younger then most of the other students." Wisteria pointed out.
"Your a downer, aren't you? We can do it!" Romeo cheered.
"Yeah! Yeah!" The two of them were cheering and Wisteria shook her head at them.
"I wonder, will people lump me in with these knuckle headed idiots just because I'm new?"
So the micro nations had joined the ranks of Hetalia Academy, whether or not they would succeed in their quest to become the best team was for fate to decide.
Amethyst: Vacations are nice...no wifi is not.
Romeo: I can talk without getting hit now, right?
Amethyst: Yeah.
Romeo: YAY!
Amethyst: Again, I was considering ending the story here. Seriously, the micro nation trio has come together, they have an exciting life ahead as students at the academy. What more could you want?
Alfred: More...
Amethyst: Don't start that again.
Alfred: Sorry.
Amethyst: Yet again, I decided to press forward. So, you can indeed expect another update sometime soon. Alfred!
Alfred: Alright dudes, fav, follow, and review to see what's gonna happen next! Peace out, y'all!