Hmm, hello…
*sigh* I am so unmotivated. Not to write this fic, to do anything important like schoolwork or other stuff. Really, my brain feels so empty and raw because I've been daydreaming (because I've been thinking of this story) .
But I don't want to burden you with my depression, ON WITH THE FANFIC!
Mornings. He despised mornings. He was not a morning person. Not at all.
Even as he got dressed in his Tuesday suit, tied up his shoulder-length blond hair, and left for work he could not keep his glaring hatred of that morning sun from bothering him. He found that it only seemed to be getting worse as years, decades, even centuries passed. Even when great empires fell to their knees and newborns rose to power, that sun would always peek at him from behind the horizon to remind him of his state, his fate.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
As he drove slowly to his destination, the thing the young people called 'cell phones' went off. He would never get used to this new technology. God, he really did sound like an old man. Which he was but shut up.
"Yo, Legolas! How have you been, my friend!" said the last person on Earth Germania wanted to talk to in the morning.
"What do you want Rome? I don't feel like going on another double date with someone I don't know and with someone you'll never have a chance with, again." He shot back coldly.
"Oh, someone's grumpy this morning! No, wait, I forgot, you're grumpy every morning. Actually, you're like this every time on any day."
"Look, did you just call to insult me!"
"Relax, my friend. I was actually calling you to tell you about my grandson."
"South Italy?"
"No, the younger one, North Italy. He is going to be attending Atlas Academy! Don't you think that is wonderful? Since he's my grandson he'll probably be popular with the ladies and a few of the guys too, oh, and he is such a little prodigy he'll be sure to -" Oh so he called to brag about his grandson. If Germania was an old man then Rome was surely the old woman. Germania digested this thought for a bit and felt a warm feeling fill up his cheeks.
NO! Stop blushing! That's not the right picture!
"- and he has the kyootest little dimples, I wouldn't be surprised if teachers offered grades for his body…"
"Are you finished?" asked Germania.
"Oh, sorry, actually I was hoping to ask you for a favor." Hmm, a favor? This piqued Germania's interest.
"You see, even if he is my kin, my little Italy is not the strongest of personalities. I've sheltered him all his life and I'm starting to think that was not such a bright idea…"
"Rome, where are you going with this?" asked Germania. He's known Rome for a long time. From when they were close friends to when they were bitter enemies and finally now when he doesn't know exactly what to call their relationship. Rome's always been a cavorting, skirt-chasing (even when skirts didn't exist), cheery man. But when he had grandkids he… stayed pretty much the same. But now he was somber and cautious. Germania couldn't help but wonder. Did he himself change much?
"Well, I was wondering if you could keep an eye on him in some way. It would really make me happy, you know."
"I can try."
"Really? You'd do that for me?" Germania wondered the same thing.
"Thank you so much, Germania…" Everything was silent for a while. And all during that while, Germania thought, "How long has it been? Getting from home to work should not take this long."
"Well, gotta go! Thanks again, my friend!"
"Wha- hey wait!"
"Oh, and Germania…" Rome's voice got low and husky. Gulp.
"If you don't like going on double dates, why not just a date date?"
"Huh!"
"Just joking! Ciao!"
Sigh. He really did hate mornings. As Germania parked in the space reserved just for him he wondered about what he got himself into. How would he look out for Rome's grandson when he could barely do the same for his own? It really made him question his profession, too.
After all, he worked with kids.
All eyes on him; just the way he liked it. The Student Council President observed the sea of students looking up at him with bewildered, amused, and irritated eyes. His own eyes peeked from beyond wire-rimmed glasses to the cafeteria food. He found what he was looking for.
Without even caring about the way some people gawked at him, the President walked over to the mounds of international cuisine to pick up a hamburger. He silently sauntered back to the Manga Club stand and sat on it, taking a bite of his hamburger with the most gleeful look on his face.
"Veeeeeee~?" Italy said with a confused disposition.
"Um…Mr. President?" spoke Japan. "Hmm~" the President turned to Japan's direction, still munching on the burger.
"Where did you come from all of a sudden?" Japan asked. The President gestured upwards. Up to a hole in the ceiling.
The President swallowed his lunch of burger and began, "You see, I was cruising with my buddy Tony in his flying saucer. I asked him to drop me off at the cafeteria so I could get lunch, so he did!" Italy and Japan both still stared at the President; just the way he liked it.
"Who are you?" asked Italy, who apparently hadn't heard the first time and had mistaken the President for a certain invisible nation…
The President stood up on the stand again and pointed his index finger up into the air. "I…AM…the Student Council President, the United States of America ( just America for short, cuz that's a mouthful) !"
Italy clapped, Japan pinched the bridge of his nose. Everyone else in the room carried on. This was a long lunch period.
The three conversed amongst themselves. America promised to show Italy around the school some more when he had the time while Japan thought of ways he could convince Italy to join his club.
Suddenly, the cafeteria doors slammed open. The look of a stern German appeared (which could have been any one of them except Prussia). All eyes turned to the Europe Class Representative Germany; when they all should have been on America. The German nation surveyed the large room, comparing each face to a picture of a troublesome auburn-haired new kid. His observant eyes finally landed on the Manga Club stand. He found what he was looking for.
Buuuuuzzzzzzzzz.
Before he could even move, the intercom sounded. All ears turned to it.
An unfamiliar, deep, and somewhat… robotic voice spoke, "Attention Atlas Academy."
" M-Mr. Germania, sir! What a coincidence seeing you here!" said the Vice President. He's in trouble now. Running into the Dean when he was trying to find their missing President.
"No coincidence. I'm in charge of this school, don't you know this, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?" England internally cringed at the use of his full name.
"But you would know that, wouldn't you, Student Council Vice President?" And now his official Student Council title. The Dean was surely pissed at something.
"Y-yes, sir."
"And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be preparing for my arrival in the Council room?" He was sure that something had caused the Dean to become so surly now. The Dean's always strict, but his tone sounded annoyed instead of stern.
"Well, you see…"
Buuuuuzzzzzzzzz.
Both the Dean and Vice President were caught off guard as they heard their beloved school being called into attention on the intercom,
"Attention Atlas Academy."
"H-hey! You guys, please stop this! P-Poland!"
The poor Lithuania tried his damnest to reason with the two nations currently having a stare-down. Though he had to admire his friend's bravery, he was sure Russia would have both their heads after this was through. Latvia and Estonia were cowering in a corner, for they thought that eventually, this ticking time bomb would go off, taking everyone with it.
But their fears were abandoned in favor of bewilderment at the sound of the intercom.
Buuuuuuzzzzzzzzz.
"Attention Atlas Academy."
Russia couldn't help but grin madly. This was interesting.
As the more androgynous-than-Poland Student Council Member China walked briskly down the corridor, he heard a quiet sobbing. Following this sad sound got him outside the door of the one member Manga Club. A sign read, "Out to Lunch." The old nation opened the door as quietly as he could as to not startle the crying person. He was then attacked with a pair of arms wrapping around his waist.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh, Aniki! It's horrible, absolutely horrible!" bawled Korea. China internally cursed the high heavens.
"What are you crying about now, aru!" he yelled.
"Oh, Aniki! My precious Manhwa Club is going down the drain! It's-"
"-horrible. Right, I get it." China finished while prying himself out of Korea's arms.
"I need more members! But I don't have any!" Korea bawled even harder.
"Hmph. If you need more members, then go get some. Do I really have to explain this to you?" Korea seemed to calm down somewhat, well, he was still sniffling. He looked China in the eyes suddenly, with that all too familiar grin of his back in full force.
"Say, Aniki…" he began.
"Yeeeeessssss?" China asked, confused.
"Why don't you join my club!" Before China could even reject the offer (which seemed much more like a demand), the intercom started and… well, you know.
Every student, every teacher, and everyone stopped what they were doing to listen to the robotic voice in the intercom.
As France slowly recovered from his state of unconsciousness, he could hear that mysterious and what he found to be dangerous intruder's voice. He was speaking in the intercom through the microphone on the President's desk. What was usually used to announce important declarations and voice the not-so-important thoughts of the Student Council President was now sending a message. A message to Atlas Academy. A message to the world.
"I have an announcement to make."
Hmmm…
I'm proud of how this chapter turned out. As I sat in all my classes while my brain slowly turned to mush, this fic was born.
Oh, but the plot is moving so SLOWLY! Seriously, the main characters listed are Italy and Germany under the ROMANCE genre. They haven't even MET yet.
But still, I don't plan to make this story centered on the romance. It's also humor. In fact, most of the romance will probably be played for laughs.
But you'll just have to wait and see~