Things that go wrong
by:MoonxStar & Poriichu
Chapter: Pass the Mongolian Around! (remade)
I do not own Hetalia, it is owned by Himaruya Hidekaz. Now excuse me as I go to a corner and cry.
p.s. I updates/remade the story, please re-read it, some things have changed/been added. The chapter is also much longer so..yeah.
By the time lunch rolled around, Hanaa had calmed down from the previous encounter with Yao. Now he was walking with Misheel to her locker.
"Ok, you stay here, I'll go get my stuff ok? You'll be alright?"
"I thought I was the older twin?" he asked jokingly.
"You're not" she replied with a smle.
"Just go"
Looking at the retreating back of his sister fondly, Hanaa didn't notice the frying pan that was about to hit him in the head.
Bam!
"Ow!"
"Thats what you get Tengis! Thought you could sneak up on me huh? Well I showed you wrong! The Hedervary family will bloom!"
Looking back, Hanaa saw-
Elizabeta was walking to the cafeteria when she saw something that stopped her in her tracks.
"Tengis?" she said softly.
Her eyes hardened as she reached for her ever faithful frying pan. You see dear readers, the Hedervary and Ankhbayar had a rivalry ever since their great-great-great-great-great-great-granfathers times. Fortunately Hanaa thought it was stupid and never participated, unfortunately, Elizebeta and Tengis were eternal rivals, even thou they had an obvious age gap.
"How dare you come here!" she fumed to herself.
Bam!
"Ow!"
"Thats what you get Tengis! Thought you could sneak up on me at school huh? I showed you wrong! The Hedervary family will bloom!"
"I'm not Tengis!"shouted the small asian. (So what if I'm short?)
Elizabeta paused in her mocking and looked at the boy she just hit.
"Why did you do that?"
The boy had long black flowing hair that reached his lower back. Brown eyes scrunched up from the pain that were quickly becoming filled with unshead tears were surrounded by thick dark lashes. His lips were forming a pout unconsciously drawing attention to the natural rosy color. He was short and slender, almost like a girl but had muscles that indicated he did exercise. (1)(2)
"You are so KAWAII!" exclaimed the Hungarian girl suddenly hugging the shorter male.
"You are the perfect Uke! I bet guys would be flocking you from every direction and yes, yes that is good!"
Looking at the dazed/crazy expression, Hanaa tried to inch away from the obviously mental girl. When he finally (somehow) got out of her arms, he bulleted into a random direction.
"Wait! Where are you going? Come back!"
Hanaa had finally lost the crazy Hungarian girl who kept muttering about "Yaoi" "Uke" and other words he didn't understand. On the other hand, he had also lost site of Misheel so therefore was standing uncomfortably searching for a table to sit.
"Great, just great"
Clutching onto his tray he looked around the cafeteria hoping to spot his sister, or at least an empty table.
At the same time Feliciano was animatedly telling Ludwing about how he blew up the kitchen, making Romano yell at him again. After a few minuets of talking, he noticed that the German wasn't paying attention to his story and was starting somewhere behind him.
Curiosity getting the better of him, the Italian turned around and was surprised to see a cute girl clutching her tray looking around the cafeteria with a nervous expression. Looking back at his blond friend, then at the girl again the pasta loving boy connected the dots.
"Ludi~!" he sing songed, finally turning said teens attention to him. "Do you want that pretty girl to sit here? She's looks nice! I'll go get her!" he said with a smile.
Before Ludwig could react, Feli was already up and halfway to the mysterious "girl".
"Ciao!"
Hanaa blinked as someone literally jumped in front of him. Looking up (Why do you keep pointing that out?) his eyes connected with smiling brown ones.
The mongolian made a confused sound, before rudely being dragged to a table in the middle of the cafeteria.
"Hi my name is Feliciano! Bu you can call me Feli! Wow! You're so pretty! Such pretty pretty hair! Do you like pasta? I love pasta! Its the best! Ve~"
Still confused, it took Hanaa a few seconds to figure out what was going on, but before he could pull him arm away from from the Italian, he was forced to sit on a chair at their table.
"Pretty! Meet Ludwig! You can call him Ludi! Ve~"
Looking at the childish happy expression, Hanaa couldn't stay mad at his mysterious kidnapper, and instead looked at Ludwi-wait WHAT?
Familiar icy blue eyes stared back into his own brown ones. Tan skin, white blond hair that was gelled back, and the ever present frown were a familiar site for the Mongolian.
Suddenly smiling Hanaa nodded in acknowledgment, happy to have someone he knew in the school.
"Hello Ludwig, long time no see" he smiled, genuinely happy.
"Yes, it has, hasn't it?"
"I thought that was your no good brother in my class earlier, this just confirmed it."
"What did he do now?"
"You know, be himself"
Chuckling in amusement, Ludwing steadily ignored the questioning looks from the Italian next to him, and continued to eat his food in silence.
Feliciano, growing tired of being ignored, continued his introduction around the table.
"This is Lovino! My fratello!"
Blinking large brown eyes at the other italian in front of him, he smiled hesitantly but politely.
Lovino, on his part, stared at the pretty girl in front of him, and could feel the heat rising onto his cheeks. Trying to look nonchalant, he quickly took a hold of the girls hand and brought it to his lips with a charming smile.
Hanaa blinked at the boy in front of him, then blushed, whether it was from embarrassment or anger they didn't know.
Glaring at the german boy in front of her when he chuckled. Before the mongolian could correct the italians mistake (or confront him about it) another german plopped his tray next to him, knocking down his bag "accidentally".
Attention diverted, Hanaa glared at the silver haired boy who sat down next to him.
"What?" he said mock innocently "Do you find the awesome me irresistible?" he continued smirking.
"I would appreciate if you would pick up my bag which you dropped" he said in his best do-it-now-or-no-one-will-find-your-body voice.
Used to the treatment, the Prussian just smirked before patting him on his head like you would a puppy "You're such a cute girl, I'm sure you'll find a boyfriend in no time!"
Controlling the urge to throttle the idiot, (it wouldn't do to piss of the brother of the only person he knew here) Hanaa calmly went back to his lunch, completely ignoring the smirk and pokes from the silver haired nuisance next to him.
"You stupid frog! Get your hands off of there!"
"Now, now mon lapin! You'll get your turn, after all, there is plenty of l'amour to go around!"
"Perverted twit!"
"Ah! Look, there is a new student! Poor thing, to be denied my l'amour her whole life!"
"Stay away you wanker!"
Which was hard when people were arguing one table down. Looking up to see who the poor girl was gonna be, Hanaa was surprised to see deep blue eyes less then an inch of where he was siting.
"Er, hello?"
"Ah! Bonjour mon petit fleur. Souhaitex-vous aller a une date avec moi"
"Je ne suis pas ta fleur!-"
Before he could continue, he was whisked out of his seat and onto the waiting lap of the stranger in front of him.
"My pretty flower" he whispered sensually "I couldn't help but notice such a pretty thing sitting with these hooligans. Ah! Where are my maners? I am Francis Bonnefoy, the man that of your dreams" he finished kissing the mongolians cheek.
Blushing heavily, he tried to get off, only to fail miserable. Hanaa looked at Francis, intending on telling him to back off, to be, yet again, snatched out of his grasp.
"What is this? Pass the mongolian?" Hanaa muttered to himself.
"Bogger off you bloody frog."
Looking at his supposed "rescuer" he was met with vivid green eyes. The boy in front of his was attractive to a point, but had ignoramus eyebrows. Plus he looked angry which was never good.
Just as Hanaa was thinking up an escape plan, the british student seemed to remember the boy in his arms.
"Are you alright lass?"he asked while letting go of him (finally).
Hanaa stared at him in a confused manner. 'Isn't lass a rope? Why is he calling me a rope? Must be a European thing' he shrugged. Then noticed the British boy waiting expectedly in front of him.
"I'm alright thank you" he muttered softly with a blush staining his cheeks.
DRIIIIIING
Eyes widening, Hanaa quickly scooped up his bag from the ground before bolting out the door exclaiming "I'm late!" leaving only a dust trail behind him.
"But that was only the warning bell..."
Hanaa ran to his class before a sudden thought hit him 'Wasn't there a weird european tradition with bells?' Fully stopping Hanaa mentally hit himself.
"No use going back now" he grumbled before opening the door to his next class to find it empty, well almost.
"Ivan?"
"Hanaa?"
"Ivan!"
Running up to his childhood friend, Hanaa hugged him with a bright childish smile.
"I missed you!" he exclaimed cuddling the non responsive russian.
Ivan chuckled lightly and patted Hanaa on the head like one would a puppy.
This is the scene their classmates stumbled onto when they opened the door.
"Is that-"
"OMG! The poor things asking for a death wish!"
"I don't think Ivan minds too much"
"I can't see! I can't see! Move!"
"Students!"
Everyone looked at the door where Ms. DeRosier was waiting irritated behind all the students.
"Sorry Ms. D" the students chorused quietly and walked to their seats.
The teacher walked to her desk, and only raised her eyebrows at the hugging duo.
"Not my business" she muttered to herself before smiling brightly.
"Ok kids! For those of you who are new, I'm Ms. Emily DeRosier! Our drill is you go and pick the instrument you can play and if you want you can bring your own!" she said with enthusiasm.
The students all grinned back at her before talking excitedly among each other.
Hanaa looked around confused for he was not used to these things, so he tugged on Ivans coat and asked "What are we doing?" cutely.
Ivan smiled down at the boy.
"It's easy da? You just go up to that shelf and pick an instrument you want to play da?"
The Mongolian looked at the possible instruments not spotting anything he wanted to play.
"Teacher?" (3)
"Call me Ms. D!"
"Ms. D? I seem to have forgotten my instrument at home, is it acceptable to bring it next class?" he asked politely.
"Oh! You're the new student! What do you play?"
Looking confused, Hanaa stared at the teacher for a few seconds.
"Erm, I'm not sure if there's an english name, but roughtly translated it's called a horse violin"
"Such a stupid name!"
"Why's it called that?"
"I think it's cool!"
"Students! Settle down you crazy monkeys! I'm sure Hanaa will be delighted to answer your questions."
Hanaa was nervous to discover every eye in the class was on him, not being that social he fidgeted and played with his hands.
"Um, well, it sort of looks like violin, but it's not really one, you play it like you would a cello, but not as big. Um, its square, wait, no, sorta, I um-" He stuttered.
Taking pity on the poor student, the teacher called the class's attention back to her.
Signing in relief, Hanaa sat back down (when did he stand up?) and took a calming breath.
The last class of the day was gym and Hanaa was just thankful he made it through the day. Quickly stopping by his locker, the Mongolian walked to the changing rooms in quick strides.
Stoping at the signs labeled "boys" Hanaa entered with high spirits 'Finally, the day is almost over!'
Opening the door, he was startled to be met with screams.
"Get her out!"
"What is the new student doing here?"
"Oh mon fluer! You have come for me!"
"You wanker! Stop trying to infest her!"
"Girl! Girl! Girl!"
Hanaa watched dazedly as all the boys began to put on their shirts/pants on before being shoved out of the door.
"Those...puppies" (4)
Storming into the PE teachers room Hanaa said "Excuse me, I just got kicked out of the boys change room, where do I go?"
The teacher, who had short curly hair looked up from his coffee and to the teen standing in front of him. Hanaa expected the teacher to go to the boys and demand they let him in, and maybe hit someone on the head for being disrespectful to their new student.
The teacher stood up "Oh you poor thing! They must have dragged you there!" he instead exclaimed. "I'll have a stern talking with the boys, dragging a girl to their change rooms, bet it was Francis again."
Hanaa looked at the teacher in shock "Maybe its another weird European thing?" he thought weakly.
"Here! Let me show you where the girls are!" Mr. Curly exclaimed before dragging a protesting Hanaa into the girls change rooms.
"Please! I don't think this is appropriate! I'm not allowed to be here! I don't even have to know, can I just, uh-" before he could finish, Hanaa went flying into the girls locker room.
He tried to cover his eyes while waiving them at the same time "Please don't panic! I'll get out now!"
"Hanaa!"
"Huh? Mishee-"
"GET OUT!"
"GAH!"
Poor Hanaa went flying out the girls changing rooms. Looking around the empty hallway Hanaa looked at his watch.
"I don't have time for this!" he finally exclaimed before running to change in the washroom.
-MoonxStar-: Phew! Finally done! That took more work then I thought . hehe, gomen mina!
Mongolia:At least you put Russia in this chapter!
-MoonxStar-: erm *glances at Russia* yeah, sure * nervous chuckle*
Mongolia: * nudges -MoonxStar-* didn't you have an announcement?
-MoonxStar-: huh? Oh yeah! Me and Poriichu are taking votes of who Mongolia should be pared up with!
Mongolia: *blushes and mutters* I am not a prize.
-MoonxStar-: So put your pairing in the reviews and I hope you have a great day :D ve~
(1) How Elizabeta knows Hanaa is a boy? Well, she used to think she was a boy too you know. Plus she has an extra 6th sense just like Gilbert.
(2) I sorta used some common appearances to suit my needs ^^" Mongolians ARE short, usually, they don't have big eyes, they do hove thick lashes. However, they also usually have beards (if they are older) and are very tan (country side people at least)
(3) In mongolia, students call their teachers, teacher, not by their name. It is disrespectful to call them by their names.
(4) Puppies is the translated word for a mongolian curse word. I know its weird, just stick with it.
French Translations:
Ah! Bonjour mon petit fleur-Hello my little flower
Souhaitex-vous l'honneur d'aller a une date avec moi?-Would you like the honor of going on a date with me?
Je ne suis pas ta fleur- I am not your flower