Sammy here! This story is ALL MINE MWAHAHAHAH! Although normally even on our private stories Sam and I beta for each other. But still my story!
The AN is long but I want to be thorough so sorry:
This is T for language and some adult themes. So it's basically PG13.
And this isn't a warning but I'm telling you guys so you don't nag at me about it, they do go my human and country names and there is no reasoning for this because they are not countries in this AU. Iceland likes snow and is just about as pale as it so he's Ice. But there really is no reason for the others. Idk. If you really must, just think that their middle names are the names for some reason idek.
Oooo more stuff that has to do with the story: If this goes well, I also have the plot for a sequel planned, so after this is all over, tell me if I should write it!
Disclaimer: I own the plot but all characters belong to Hetalia!
Warnings: Much homo
Sorry if I get too OOC for anyone, I've never written as any of these characters before XD I'll get better I promise!
Haha sorry for the COLLASSAL AN! The rest will be shorter I swear! Now the story can begin!
"Wake up, Ice!" Matthias screams suddenly, jolting me out of my bed. A flurry of words spill from my mouth as I tumble down, looking up only to glare at him from the floor.
"Are you kidding me?" I mutter, standing slowly, slightly dazed.
"I know you're not a morning person but Lukas and I are awake and it is ten in the afternoon so I thought we could have a pancake party! Here, put on this sweater and get downstairs!" He says brightly, sitting down on my bed, ignoring my mood.
"Den, get the hell out of my room." I complain, yanking the jumper from him and throwing it on over my tee-shirt without breaking my glare.
"What do you mean? You love pancake parties!" He asks, looking concerned.
"I used to. I'm not a kid anymore, Den."
"Ice, you know this is going too far. We don't throw parties, we don't say 'happy birthday', no surprises, no decorations, and now we can't even have a fun breakfast?" Mathias exclaims loudly, looking extremely upset, which is odd on his bright face.
"I said I'm not a-"
"I know you're not a kid goddamit! But that doesn't mean you can't have fun!" Den shouts, clearly angry, although I just can't see why. "You don't need to have your future planned out by the second!" He rants, more emotional than he needs to be.
"What is your problem? I'm just trying to be grown up like everyone else!" I shout back, flustered and awkward. It's only 10 in the morning and I'm way too tired for my mind to follow the conversation, not to mention I can't even remember the last time I was yelled at by my family. Sure, we are loud and banter a lot which leads to yelling, but nobody ever just shouts at me. My stomach twists heavily, seeing how there is nothing I can do or say.
"You aren't, though! Every one of us celebrates our birthdays! We still have fun and live! Why can't you?" He asks, his voice dropping, almost with disappointment. At a loss of words, I turn around and pull a scarf as well as a pair of brown jeans out of my drawer. I turn back around to tell Denmark to leave so I can get dressed, but he's already gone. Again, my stomach twists bitterly. I know I wanted him to leave, but I wanted to tell him to go.
But no, he got the last word. I ignore the harsh feeling and the few tears that escape and slam the door closed, pulling on pants, socks, and a scarf. Now dressed for the day, I sit on my bed, thinking a little too hard about this.
"I do plenty of fun things..." I murmur to myself, knowing the lie as I say it. I go to school each weekday at seven and come home at three, taking the subway most of the time. When I get home, I study and work on homework until around five. Then I go downstairs to watch TV with everybody while Sweden normally makes dinner in the next room. Then we eat dinner. And then there's normally more time with the family, playing cards or watching a movie. And then I study more then go to bed. Five days a week. And then on weekends like today, I sleep in until noon and then go to work at one and come home at seven. Dinners with family could be fun, but I spend the entire time feeling excluded as Sweden and Finland are married and Norway and Denmark are clearly madly in love with each other although they deny it. So I spend all dinners and family time miserable. I normally kind of like Movie Nights, every other Saturday, but I still complain about it. So I guess I never have fun for real.
I cast a glance at my clock, frowning when I realize it's only 10:11. I don't have actually have to be at work until one. 'Maybe I will do something fun. I mean, it is my birthday, why not be spontaneous?' I think to myself, standing up. If Denmark is still out there, he'll guilt me until I can't stand it; If Norway is, he'll probably give me that disappointed look. Either way, I decide it's better to just avoid them. I head out of my room, keeping as far away from the kitchen as possible. Once I reach the front door, I grab my white boots and a jacket, putting them on along with gloves and ear muffs, preparing myself for the snow. With a deep breath in preparation, I step outside into the cold, kind of relieved I made it without seeing anyone but mostly completely frozen solid. I rub my hands together, closing the door and checking my phone before I pull on gloves. It is horrifyingly cold, with at least a foot of snow covering the ground where we haven't shoveled. I stand there, letting the cold nip at me for a second before getting a move on. Of course, the cold isn't completely great, it normally makes my hands dry and my nose run, but I love it most of the time. Although the inconvenience of when it closes down the subway (which it constantly does) makes me resent it a little.
I tighten my jacket while running down the road, ready to get somewhere with heat. The bus stop is less than half a mile away, but by the time I reach it I'm freezing down to my bones. I sit down on a bench under the little bus waiting hut thing, thankful to be out of the snow. My fingers dig through my pockets forever before I manage to pull out my phone without taking off my gloves. 10:30. I put it back and wait, irritated by the late bus.
This is when a tall, dark-haired guy around my age sits next to me. He pulls out a sketchbook and a pencil, keeping his head down as he flips through the pages, his long fingers turning to the next with extreme care. There isn't enough time for me to see each picture, but I notice a few things, a dress, a bee, a pond, all in extreme detail, and each of them gorgeous. He reaches his next blank page, folding back the cover so he can draw. Carefully he sketches away, his fingers pale from exposure to the cold. Each gentle stroke on the paper forms a shape until it goes from a blank page to an elegant outline of a cherry blossom. He admires his work a little before putting away the pencil and instead taking out an array of chalk pastel things. He leans even closer to the paper, his shoulder-length hair falling into his work while he draws. Although I can't see him, I can tell his features have a severe look of concentration, but I can't imagine it, since I still haven't seen my stranger's face. I am transfixed by his short, concentrated movements until he finally sits up, sweeping his hair back from his face. The tips of the strands that had been in front were lightly pink from scraping the pastels, as were his hands.
Then the stranger turns his head and looks right at me. Oh shit. I hadn't even noticed until then how entranced I was by this complete stranger until he turned and stared at me, curiosity filling his light brown eyes. Wait, is that makeup? The stranger is a girl? I stared at her for a second, blushing wildly. She was pretty, with shoulder-length soft brown hair and overgrown bangs that she swept to one side. Her eyes were wide and chocolate brown and had light eyeliner and mascara complimenting them. She had distinctly Asian features, and a relaxed demeanor although everything about her said 'puzzled'.
"Why didn't you get on the bus?" She asked. Wait. No way was that voice a girl's, it was low and manly but... Maybe he/she is a cross dresser or something? I abandon that train of thought and try to focus on her words.
"I -uh- what?" I mutter, blushing again, embarrassing myself farther. The stranger smiles momentarily, dimples flashing and then disappearing quickly.
"The bus went by. Why didn't you get on?" She asked again, looking at me as if bored although her smile remained in her eyes. Or his. His or her eyes.
"I -uh- didn't notice..." I stumble, flustered. "I was distracted by -uh- by..." I stared at him/her for a second before trying to continue conversation. "By -uh-" Nope, still don't have an answer. He gives me a questioning look, raising one perfectly shaped (girl?) eyebrow and smirking a little. Dammit, I can't focus! I was torn between staring at her beautiful face for an hour and answering. It seems staring was winning.
"By my drawing?" She asks, smiling a little again.
"No -uh-well- yeah." I stammer, looking even more like an ass for lying. "It's great, you know. You have a lot of talent." I compensate, blushing madly again.
"Thanks." She shrugs it off and stands up. A second of panic fills me; I'm not quite ready to say goodbye and especially not now, while I look like an idiot.
"Wait!" I yelp, which was followed by what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence. She doesn't interrupt it. "I um- Are you leaving?" I ask when nobody says anything, looking down at my hands instead of at her.
"Unless you give me a reason to stay?" She asked, a grin clear in her voice. Her obvious flirtatious tone is all the encouragement I need to look up at her adorable face once more.
With the brown shaggy hair in her face that screams 'push me over her ear', her light hazel eyes that shine bright with a smile, pink smeared in her bangs, on her hands, and all over her face, she radiated innocence and cheerfulness.
"Yeah uh, what is your name?" I ask, flustered YET AGAIN from staring too long. Her dimples flash for a second again before she responds.
"Call me Leon." A guy's name? At this point, I can't force myself to question her gender anymore. Maybe I'll get to ask her some day in the future.
"I'm Emil." At this, she hesitates for a second, warm and happy despite the harsh, freezing winter surrounding us. Suddenly, she grins again, but it doesn't fade this time. After a minute, she tilts her head and hums, smirking slightly.
"How about we go out, Emil? Like a date."
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