DO NOT OWN HETALIA!

[Uggh although I'd rather not, I have to share a VERY unawesome experience I had the first week of school]

School went exceptionally well for most of the first week. Except gym class. We were starting out with basketballs first thing and, I had a very irrational fear of basketballs. I was so afraid; I had to go to therapy for it. That's how bad my fear was. The teacher didn't believe me when I told her, and the note from my therapist wasn't believed. She thought I'd forged it.

And so, I was forced to participate. I cringed when the ball went near me, shrieked when someone threw it to me, and cried when someone started dribbling. And worst of all, Ivan witnessed the whole experience.

Luckily, my teacher called my therapist, so I didn't have to participate after that, but, it didn't change the fact that Ivan had seen that.

The next day, Ivan asked me around 9 o'clock at night "Are you afraid of basketballs?"

"Morbidly and irrationally," was my reply.

He giggled. "Don't feel bad," he told me "I have an irrational and morbid fear of girls."

". . . Why?" I couldn't help but ask. [I mean, who has a fear of girls? Sure they suck, why else would I be gay? But who is afraid of them? I got over it eventually. But it was so funny; I just barely kept from laughing]

"Why?" I managed to ask.

"My little sister," he paled visibly at the thought and I could see him gulp, but he continued [He's a trooper alright. Aren't you my Ivan? Kesesesese. They'll sure learn in later chapters . . . Because my foreshadowing is AWESOME!] "She's always wanted to marry me. She'd chase me around yelling 'marriage, marriage!' And when I tried making friends, she'd threaten them with a knife. And she'd claw at my door and rip the door handle out and try and force me to marry her. She kept a veil and garter with her at all times in case I decided I wanted to marry her! She's convinced we're meant to be!"

"I can see why you'd be terrified my friend," I said solemnly "but you know, this is why it's always better to be gay."

"Are you gay?" he asked me, his innocent (at least in my eyes) and violet eyes wide with curiosity.

"Of course!" I grinned.

"So am I," he said "in case you didn't guess, what with my fear of girls and all."

"I guessed," I smirked "I may act like an idiot, but I have common sense . . . And straight A's."

"So you're a rebellious trouble-maker?" Ivan asked mw with that cute little smile he almost always had.

"Hells ja I am," I said "I'm the rebellious kid that mein vati never liked. He always favored mein kleiner bruder."

"Well, I like you. One day, you'll be my wife!" he giggled.

"For some reason, that sounds like something a little kid would say to his child-hood friend in a sappy romcom." I said.

" . . . Da, I suppose it does," he smiled deviously "perhaps this marks the beginning of your very own sappy high school romcom."

"Mein Gott, I hope not," I lied. In truth, I hoped he was right.

You know the saying, 'careful what you wish for'?

That totally applies here.

And the next four years are going to be my personal Hell.

Rachele: Guys, I'm afraid of Basketballs. That's where I got that idea. I'm not even kidding you.

HUG TIME!

France: -still hugging Ms. Nightshade-

Scotland and England: -hugging Oxenstierna D. Yuki-Rin-

Russia and Prussia: -hugging Shadow (the anonymous reviewer)-

R and R!

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