Hungary was right, a group was coming towards me. It all happened so quickly. My tray moving, individiuals moving all around me, people kneeling, people standing, and Hungary was lost in the commotion.
"Hola, mi princessa de la luna . Mi nombre es Espana," a young tan boy with tousled brown hair said to me, kissing my hand.
"Y yo soy tu principe del sol"
I felt the blood rushing to my head once more. Suddenly, I felt my other hand grabbed.
"Hey. What's up? Now, I know that a sweet, innocent thing like you would just love to come on a date with handsome and awesome guy like me, so, what do you say?" I looked over to see Prussia, with his white hair and red eyes, sweet-talking me.
"I…uh-" I stammered
"Bonjour, ma fleur innocente douce. Je suis venu pour gagner votre coeur ma plus belle fille." a suave voice cooed to me. I turned to my left, and France lifted his hand and gently caressed my cheek. I flustered an even brighter red, and the "Bad Touch Trio" was laughing at me and kept playing with my hair and touching my hands and face, enjoying my embarassment. Suddenly, I felt two hands grab my waist, and lift me out of my chair. I was being held in the air and saw the trio below me, curiously looking up.
"There you are. We finally found you" I heard a voice call out.
"You're heavier than I expected" a small but eerie voice breathed behind me, who I presumed was my holder.
"Well, she IS American" a crisp British accent shot out.
"HEY!" I cried out, in unison with another. I felt my holder turning with me around to face the voices, and lo and behold, it was the allied forces standing there, quickly joined by France. America quickly grabbed my hands and guided me to the ground.
"Gently Ivan" he muttered, as my feet barely touched the ground. I looked up at Russia, who was adjusting his scarf. He was a lot taller than I expected. Well, I was also pretty short too. America smiled at me as he squeezed my hands,
"Emilie! I'm so glad to see you!" He gave me the biggest hug and lifted
me off the ground. I joined his laughed as he gently fixed my hair that me messed up. He placed his arm on my shoulder as if showing me off like a prize.
"This is Emilie gentlemen, my little Texas"
--Texas was originally its own country, before being annexed into the United States as a state. After the Mexican War, the Republic of Texas existed from 1836-1844. Texas is the only landlocked state in the United States that has ever existed as a country outside the US, and has the right to secede from the United States at any time, to this day.--
"Hello" I said smiling. Britain huffed at me.
"Hmph. All we need is another America" he grumbled. Being the proud American I am (as well as Texan) I took a step and slugged him in the shoulder. The allied forces all stared. America started laughing, as did the rest of them. Britain turned red.
"Why I…I-" he stuttered, turning a bright red and rubbing his arm. Out of embarrassment, he backed away and then walked out of the Dinning Hall. America squeezed me,
"Atta girl. Show 'im what we're made of"" he said encouragingly.
"It sure is nice to have you aru. Hopefully we can hang out after school one day, if your not busy aru" he said to me, blushing slightly at the end.
"Yes. It's hard to believe such a pretty girl is the sibling of America" Russia said shaking my hand delicately. America just got red in the face.
"I'm just gonna ignore you so I don't say anything I'll regret in front of Emilie" He huffed to Russia. America turned to me and smiled sweetly. "If anyone causes you any harm…or tries to do anything to you, let me know, and I'll take care of them, ok?" I looked into his eyes. He stared at me with a seriousness that I felt safe in. But then, the seriousness disappeared.
"Cause I'm the hero! And the hero always comes in to save the young maiden from distress! No matter the cause!" He said dramatically, pointing his thumb to himself with a wink. I laughed at his pose, and suddenly, I heard the most familiar voice of all.
"Neee, is this the new girl? She sure is cute! I wonder if she likes Past-AHHHHH!" A cute voice playfully said behind me, before letting out a howl at the end of the sentence. I turned around to see a strict Germany hitting a distressed Italy on the head, with a quiet Japan standing to the side. Germany looked my way and approached me.
"Sorry Miss. Jailsen, for Italy's outrageous remark. I bet a high-class lady like yourself would never trouble themselves with-"
"I like pasta. Especially tortellini" I said bluntly, and then started to count foods on my fingers, "I also like potatoes, and dumplings and chicken and rice and burgers and bruschetta with tomatoes and stuff. I like a lot of food, especially cooking it!" I laughed slightly. A baffled Germany just stared at me while an ecstatic looking Italy rushed over to me, and kissed my cheeks.
"This girl is cuter than I expected! And she loves pasta! Doitsu, why do you have to be so ruuudddee?" He cooed to me, clasping my hand. Japan stepped behind Italy.
"Italia, we have not properly introduced ourselves. This is rude and
dishonorable" Japan sternly said, taking a step towards me. He bowed and introduced himself, "I am Honda Kiku, but you may call me Nihon" I bowed, repeating what he had done almost perfectly (from studying Japanese culture with my best friend back home who took Japanese in foreign language class).
"My name is Emilie Rose Jalisen, and you may call me Emilie. I am America's cousin, Texas" I stood back up straight and Nihon gave me a sweet and gentle smile of appreciation.
"Emilie! A cute name for a cute girl!" Italy echoed back.
"Hmph. She looks plain to me, I don't see what the big fuss is" a sassy voice called from behind Italy. Romano stepped out and looked me over with disdain. How rude.
"Brother! Don't be a jerk! How dare you say that!" Veneziano yelled at Romano.
"I can be a jerk if I want to! And why the hell are you still hanging out with that stupid German?!" Romano yelled back, flustered at his brother. Suddenly, Spain walked over and grabbed Romano by the arm.
"Romano, what a rude thing to say to this lovely maiden" Spain sternly said to him, "You're just jealous she's getting my attention." Romano flushed a tomato red.
"NO! NO!…you…you…bastard!" Romano hit Spain in the stomach and quickly dashed out of the Dinning Hall.
"Wh'ts all th' r'ckus?" A cold voice said. I looked to my right to see Sweden staring down at me with eyes as cold as the Nordic north. I shuttered slightly,
"Nu-nu-nu-" I stammered, before Spain picked up the conversation for me.
"No need to worry Berwald, nothing wrong here. Just a little fit from Romano" Spain replied confidently with a smile as warm as the sun.
"Mmm'k" he mumbled nodding, still staring at me, which REALLY creeped me out. Suddenly, Finland stepped forward.
"Sorry for not properly introducing ourselves earlier. I'm Finland, and this here is Sweden, and-"
"AND I'm Denmark, and this is MY best friend NORWAY! And over there is Iceland or whatever" Denmark suddenly blurted out, giving an embarrassed and pissed Norway a tight squeeze. Iceland stood silently in the back and nodded my way. "And we're the Nordic FIVE!" he roared. I watched as Berwald's icy stare went from me to Denmark. Everyone was quiet as Denmark stood there awkwardly. I tried hard not to laugh.
"Nice to meet you all" I managed to say without laughing. I looked over the whole crowd. I was honestly a little overwhelmed.
I turned around to see America talking to Lithuania, with Russia creeping behind. Lithuania turned my way.
"Hello little America," Lithuania said smiling. I could see the nervousness in his face. Then, I saw two heads peak out from behind him; Estonia and Latvia.
"My name is Lithuania, and this is Estonia and Latvia" he said nervously as the others smiled cautiously. Russia walked over and gave them all a bone breaking hug. I cringed from the sight.
"They are all my little Baltics, aren't you now? And you'd never abandon me, would you?" Russia stared down at Latvia with his "Kol-Kol-Kol" face and muttered, "Would you?"
"NOoo! No!" Latvia wailed, struggling to get free. Estonia and Lithuania were tearing up too, out of fear. Russia smiled a terrifying smile at me and said, "Well, it's gotten a little late for some of us. I'm going to take them to bed" he murmured as he walked away, carrying the three Baltic states in his arms. America turned to me and put an arm on my shoulder.
"I think you've had a little too much excitement for today. You'll surely meet the everyone else later on. Come now, lets get you to bed. After all, you DO have school tomorrow" America said to me as he escorted me out of the Dinning Hall. I turned around, waved and shouted,
"See ya'll later! Nice to meet ya'll!"to the crowd that had gathered
around me, who waved back with eager smiling faces.
Oh yeah, school. I had totally forgot that I was actually AT school. But, this was HETALIA school. What kind of school would it be? Courses wise? I mean, I know I have to go to my homeroom at sometime, the North American Room, but-
"Here we are!" America said cheerfully, interrupting my thoughts. We were standing right in front of the girl's dorm. "I hope that no one was too rude to you on your first day, especially Iggy…or Romano."
"No! No..." I insisted, "I'm fine. It's…it's just because I'm new. Things will get back to what they used to in a couple days I bet." America smiled and me and gave me a big hug. In this hug he lifted me off the ground and spun me around. Once he put me down, he looked into my eyes,
"Emilie, nothing is going to be the same, I can promise you that," he laughed. He patted me on the top of my head and ran off towards the boy's dorms screaming, "Goodnighttt!" over his shoulder. I laughed to myself as I took my key and opened the doors of the dorm, and headed to my room to get some well-earned sleep.