Chapter 1 – First Glimpse:

(Elizaveta's POV)

In the country of USA, there is a state called New York. In this state there is a city called New York, New York, and in this city there is an artificial island called Hetalia. Hetalia has three big boroughs, and these three boroughs surround a really big area. And the entirety of this big area, is an academy, containing elementary to high school, called Hetalia Orbis Terrarum Academy. And this academy, is my new school. I moved here from Boston the day before summer vacation of my old school, and let me tell you, I don't miss it at all!

As I was sitting at the breakfast table in our living room, anticipating 8:00 a.m. when my new life, my new school life, would begin, I missed my old home even less. I ate an ordinary breakfast, I couldn't stomach anything else out of excitement, that consisted of just cereal. My mom had barely ate hers, and I suspected that it had something to do with my first day at a high school. And I was soon going to be proven right.

- Can you believe it?! My mom cried to my dad. Our little girl is old enough to start High School. It seems just yesterday that she learnt how to read. My moms green eyes was filled with tears. She fingered with her brown hair which was, as usual, braided, this was something she did when she was being emotional. And my mom was always so emotional about stuff like this.

- Or just yesterday that she came crying home because she didn't think she was good enough. My dad said calmly. Like me and my mom, dad has green eyes and brown hair. But his eyes aren't as dark as mine, and unlike my mom, he has a bit more red in his hair. He's also calmer than her in situations like these. Rósa, Elizaveta is still our little girl, but let's face it; she's a lot more confident now, and let the past be the past.

- I know you're right, Daniel, but we're not even going to be following her to her new school. So I'm allowed to be a little sentimental.

As I could see that she was starting to make my dad feel a little sentimental himself, I decided to end this the only way I could think of.

- Hey, did you got everything packed for your day at the offices? I asked.

Two heads twirled towards me instantly. I knew that I had succeeded when they started arguing about how they were adults and could take care of themselves, and that I should worry more over myself than them. Luckily, before they could start on the whole "You're-not-middle-aged-and-shouldn't-act-that-way", the doorbell rang.

- I'll get it! I yelled, before either of them could react. I ran through the living room, through the hallway and opened up the front door.

Since the front door swings outwards, Arthur Kirkland, the boy who had been ringing the doorbell, had to take a couple of steps backwards. Or, he would've been taking those steps backwards, if he hadn't miscalculated a little (Math, I had gathered in the short time I had known him, wasn't Arthur's strongest subject), and instead he knocked down one of his brothers, and they both fell down.

(Arthur's POV)

I should have realized that Elizaveta's front door swung outwards. I mean, just looking at the hinges should have made any oblivious idiot realize that. But no, I just had to be so excited that my new friend, to whom I owed a lot, was going to be in my class that I didn't see it. The result: I fell backwards when the door opened (honestly though, why didn't they have a peephole or something like that), and knocked down my brother Alistair, who was standing right behind me.

- Arthur! You okay? Elizaveta asked gently.

- Oi! What about me, lassie? My brother feeling ignored, and not liking it. The big baby.

- Alistair, you can be so attention-seeking sometimes. Elizaveta replied. I smirked inwardly. But seeing how you are more concerned about you than Arthur, I take it that he's fine. Are you? She said, directing her attention towards me.

I got up brushing myself, and made sure that I looked presentable in my uniform before I answered her.

- Yes, I'm quite alright, luv.

- Ah, that's good. She smiled earnestly. Honestly, although we were the same age, she acted like an older sister.

- Why aren't ye in yer uniform? Alistair asked, a frown on his face there he stood.

- Alistair, you git. I chided. She has to talk to the school administration first, and you know that the school isn't opened during the holidays.

- Alright, I was only asking lad. He said, clearly embarrassed that he, a year older than Elizaveta and I, could forget something like that.

- Well, shall we go? Elizaveta chirped in.

- Yeah, let's go lassie. Rhys, Seamus and Samuel are all waiting in the car.

(Elizaveta's POV)

As we were driving towards the Academy, I tried asking again and again how the Academy looked like. Considering its popularity and reputation, it was very few (okay: none) pictures of the place. But to no avail. The guys simply refused to tell me, and as I was sitting in the one seat that was facing backwards, I couldn't even get a glimpse as we were driving towards it. I just had to wait until Rhys, being the oldest pulled up to one of the free parking spaces. And then I finally I got a look at the building.

I gasped. The whole building looked like Count Draculas castle, straight out of a horror movie, but somehow nicer and with a more brighter medieval castle-feeling. I was definitely going to like it here.

We started walking up one of the pathways into the school. A sound coming from behind Arthur and me, we were walking behind the older Kirkland boys (because they had longer legs than us), made him turn his head around and grit his teeth.

- Oh, great. I heard Arthur mutter, ice in his voice. There's that bloody frog. And the rest of the trio.

This piqued my interest. Arthur had complained about this "frog" as long as I had known him. The whole previous summer, but still, I could tell that there was an enemies/friends kind of thing between them. A thing that hadn't changed with the favor I had done him over the summer. And as for this "frogs" friends, I had to admit that I was curious about them too.

- He can't really be called "frog"? This French guy? I asked, hoping for a reaction from one of the Kirkland boys. I was not disappointed.

- How the bloody hell did you know that he was French? Seamus asked, his accent one I associated with Northern Irish.

- What nationality would be called "frog" by guys that aren't British and Irish? I rolled my eyes. Especially those of you that are considered English, like Arthur is.

- He's called frog by me. Arthur drily replied. Then a smirk appeared on his face, and I felt a little queasy. Just a little. And don't worry about introductions, I'm sure he will be more than happy to comply.

- Guys, Rhys called, I don't meant to be a stick up the ass, his accent being what I associated with Welsh, but we really need to focus on getting to class. And getting Miss Elizaveta E. B. Héderváry here to the principals office so she can get sorted.

- Hey, Arthur? I asked, a thought suddenly occurred to me. How will I know which one of the three behind us is the "frog"?

- It's easy he snorted. He's the one with the blonde wavy hair.

I took a glimpse back.

And almost stopped in my tracks, in what was for me an eternity stretched, but could in reality only have been a couple of seconds.

My reason for this stopping?

Red eyes and silver hair.

That was my first glimpse of That Guy. I was definitely, definitely going to like it here.

Author's notes:

This is my first Hetalia fanfic, and I'm not that immersed into the world of Hetalia - Axis Powers as I feel I should be. So sorry for major (and minor) flaws in my writing from the different character's perspective. And I'm really, really sorry if I offend anyone when I write certain terms and phrases not British or American English (and them too), and they aren't right.

Even though I'm sure you can guess who everyone is, I'm just gonna write it up here anyway:

Daniel Héderváry = Here I used a male name for Hungary that I found somewhere (probably a wiki site), O.C. meant to be Elizaveta's dad

Rósa Héderváry = O.C., meant to be Elizaveta's mum

Elizaveta E. B. Héderváry = Hungary

Arthur Kirkland = England

Alistair Kirkland = Scotland

Rhys Kirkland = Wales

Seamus Kirkland = Northern Ireland

Samuel Kirkland = The Republic of Ireland/Eire

I don't own Hetalia. It's owned by

P.S. A little spoiler: the favor Elizaveta is referring to, she helped Arthur come out to his family.