A New Friend Chapter 11:
It was childish of her; she knew that. But she just couldn't handle sticking around after the big revelation sunk in.
So, Elizaveta ran.
She ran and she ran until she was out of breath.
Only then did she stop.
She leaned against the right side of a statue of a man looking rather bewildered. She'd just caught her breath when she caught a whiff of lavender. Right after that, she heard a soft scuffling coming from the opposite of the statue.
Not wanting to talk to anyone, she pressed closer to the statue and closer to the wall.
The slippers came first. Then she saw the rest of the body. It was a boy with damp hair and a freshened face, and as he turned around the statue (Elizaveta hurriedly scrambling on and around it), she caught a glimpse of a yellow 'P' clipped on the left breast-side of his uniform.
Curious, and looking for a distraction from her own predicament, Elizaveta turned her head to look at where the boy had come from. She understood immediately where, both because of the lavender smell coming from it and because there was water in front and under the doorframe.
She touched the handle and almost flinched.
'Magically protected no doubt.', she said aloud.
'It is, but what are you doing here? You're no Prefect, are you?'
Fifteen minutes later Elizaveta sat on a windowsill with the taller and older girl ('I'm a Third-Year'), whom had short hair ('recently cut'), a friendly face, large breasts (for a thirteen-year-old), violet eyes, and talking.
'So, why are you here?'
'I was told some bad news and just ran away.'
'Do you want to tell me about it?'
Elizaveta looked at the taller girl with her comforting aura and nodded.
At first the story was halting, but the more she talked the faster it came pouring out, and when she was done, she felt immensely relieved.
'That's it? You're a werewolf?'
'That's not bad?'
'Depends on whom you ask; but I don't think so.'
That simple statement formed a friendship between the two. A best friendship.
'You know,' Elizaveta said as her stomach growled. 'I think it's time for lunch, and I still don't know your name. Mine's Elizaveta Héderváry, by the way.'
'I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you my name; Chernenko Arlovskaya.'
Author's notes:
And so a lifelong best friendship starts. I'm so happy to introduce two-parts of the friendship Hungary has in the anime and manga. You'll just have to wait for the Third Year before they're complemented by Liechtenstein. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter; and all credits regarding the Wizarding World and its contents goes to J.K. Rowling, and all credits regarding Hetalia and its contents goes to Himuraya-sensei.
A little additional note; along with the next chapter next month, I'll also publish the first chapter of my first Norwegian fanfiction, due to a eccentricity of mine which I will go more in depth about in "Author's notes" on said Norwegian fanfiction.
In the next chapter:
'Not breaking, circumventing is more the word.', Gilbert said, feeling that he should be apologetic for some reason that he couldn't understand. Elizaveta always made him feel like that.
'And you got detention for how long?'
'A week.'
'Only?'