Room 204, room 203, room 202, ah okay, here's 201... You stopped in front of the classroom door where Haley had told you to come. It was about twenty minutes after the last class let out for the day. You were a little worried Haley would be angry about how long it had taken you to get here. In fact, you had gone so far as to put together your explanation on the way. Your final period had been in the.. what was it, North hall? Whatever, it was all the way across campus. Plus, your locker was on an entirely different floor. Letting out a nervous sigh, you pulled on the strings that tightened your sweatshirt's hood. You really didn't think Haley would call you out for getting here a little later than what might have been acceptable. Probably.
You could hear kids talking and screwing around inside the room. Huh, it sounded like more people than you thought it would be. You pulled your hood a little farther down over your face, took a deep breath, and then opened the door. A cute little pink and blue cupcake splattered into the wall several inches from your face after it was violently thrown and then deflected by someone in the room. The appearance of the cupcake was followed by an insult. "MATT YOU MOTHERF*CKING MOOSE HUMPER!" Deep breaths, Deliberate steps, Deep breaths, Deliberate steps. You walked straight up to Haley, who was sitting at a teacher's desk that was covered in tall piles of paper. She looked up as she heard the door close and smiled her brilliant grin at you. "(Y/n)!"
The room got a touch quieter as some of the people attempted to listen to your conversation. You nodded, "Haley, what can I do?" She handed you one of the largest stacks and pointed you over to a slightly smaller table that had been pulled up next to her desk. She pulled the chair out for you and gestured dramatically to the seat. "Please join me. I could use some civil company." She glared pointedly at a boy with black hair and a tattoo covered body that had just poised a small knife over his desk and had begun to carve something into it. "Kuro, don't even think about it." He attempted a look of feigned innocence and Haley rolled her eyes and snorted loudly through her nose. His blood red eyes made contact with yours and a confident smile curved across his lips. He winked.
You turned away quickly, dropped your bag on the floor beside the table, and sat down. Your head turned towards Haley. "So... you're in charge of detention, huh?" your voice sounded a little surprised and even more so, skeptical. She laughed. "Ha ha, yeah, it's pretty interesting, but I kind of like it. You know?" You nodded after a minute and then started on your work as she returned to hers.
After you had checked over about 1/3 of the way through the stack of papers you had been given, you realized how hot it was in this room. Geez, it's like a frickin sauna. You dropped your pen and pulled your hoodie over your head. Setting it over the back of your chair, you ran your hands through your (h/c) hair and let it settle back around you. Huh, maybe I should get a haircut soon...
Suddenly, a hand fell on your shoulder. You flinched away and looked up into Haley's suddenly apologetic eyes. "Sorry sweetie, I forgot. I wanted to tell you that I need to go make some copies for tomorrow. All of the guys here pretty much know the drill so I don't think they'll try anything. Are you okay staying here by yourself?" You blinked several times before nodding once. Haley smiled, relief washing over her face. "Great, thank you! This will save me so much time tomorrow! I'll see you in a bit." She gathered an armful of paperwork and headed out the door, closing it quietly behind her.
As soon as she was gone, a dark shadow fell across the table in front of you. The voice that followed it had a slight southern drawl. "So, what's a babe like you doin' in a place like this?" The guy (you couldn't very well call him a boy) had dark tan skin and brunette colored hair with an almost red shade of natural highlights flashing in the light. A dark pair of sunglasses rested over maroon eyes that you could only just barely make out. His lopsided grin showed off a missing tooth on his left side. His dark leather jacket and ripped jeans gave off a bad ass look. You did not like the feeling he gave you. People like him made you wary. The similarities between this guy's clothes and expression and those of your father from his high school pictures was uncanny.
You continued to look at the papers in front of you, pretending to read them over. He leaned in closer. "Aw, c'mon baby, don't be like that..." A voice interrupted him for across the room. "Leave her alone Al, shes obviously not interested in the unawesome you." You looked up as 'Al' turned his head to confront the speaker. "You know what Gilbert? Why don't you just SHUT UP!?"
"Stop yelling! Dummkopf..." A blond man with purple eyes and a scar on his face lifted his head up from his crossed arms that were laying on his desk. "Some of us actually use this time for shit." He put his head back down and returned to his nap. The guy sitting next to him flipped a small stiletto up and down in his hand. His check rested on his arm and his purple-ish/pink eyes portrayed nothing but disinterest in his surroundings. You looked at his knife and shuddered internally. How is he allowed to do that here?
'Al' refocused his attention and the two of you made eye contact before you could look away. Shit. He smiled triumphantly. "Well beautiful, you got a name or what?" You studied him silently for a minute before answering quietly. "If I tell you, will you leave me alone?" His grin grew even larger. "Maybe..." You sighed quietly and returned to checking papers. You didn't say anything. 'Al' waited. "(Y/n)." your voice was almost a whisper as you marked an A on top of a student's paper. "My name is (y/n)." Urrgh! No! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Suddenly, he was entirely too close. His hair and left check brushed against your face as he laughed quietly in your ear. You froze unconsciously, unable to pull away. His scent enveloped you, allspice, smoke, and something else... He breathed, "Doll face, that was the smartest decision you're ever gonna make in your whole damn life." He pulled away and walked back over to his seat, whistling as he went. You sat in shock for a minute, still unable to move. You noticed several people looking at you with stares that varied from pity, to surprise, to interest.
At that precise moment, Haley returned. She took her seat next to you after setting her, now enormous, pile of papers back onto the main desk. "So, anything interesting happen while I was away?" You and 'Al' locked eyes. He winked and grinned. You looked back at Haley and then to the pile of papers that sat in front of you. "No, not at all..."
*Writer's Note- AMERICA, FUCK YEAH! Best character ever :) Well, I'm pretty sure everyone has a guess as to what's going to happen next, but since this is a reader insert, I though asking for opinions might be a good idea. The reader needs love interests, obviously enough. So, if there's someone you want 'you' to meet, then put the Hetalia character and a reason why in a review. The reason doesn't have to be long and you can say anything from: "This character helped me through depression, blah, blah, blah" or "We'd make beautiful babies, yada, yada". It Does not matter. I will pick (probably several, depending on how many people do this) of the Hetalia characters that get the most suggestions for, or the ones for whom I like the reasons for adding them. Thanks a bunch, hope you're liking the story so far! Peace-Berries and Beans