A great thing about being in high school, was being released thirty minutes early than when you were in middle school. Something also convenient about being in high school was how close it was to your house.
Like today, you were walking to your home. Fortunately, no one was home at this time and you would have your house to yourself. This would be one of the rare few times that you would be able to do whatever you wished to do so. Maybe you would watch tv, go on the computer, call someone, read fanfiction, or perhaps be a little wild and do something unsuspected. Or maybe, do nothing at all and relax?
Regardless, you were home so the possibilities were endless. You headed straight to your room to drop off your bag. For some ungodly reason, you decided to contemplate and analyze your room.
In your room were many and various things that had no correlation with each other. You looked up and saw your shelf. Around the shelf, like the edges were decorated with little to medium sized figurines. On your shelf, there was books, including comics to manga to fiction to non-fiction, like history. Then for another ungodly reason you began to reminisce why you had a thing for history. It had to do with anime, Hetalia. It had helped you realize how interesting history can be, but you didn’t think about that you thought the more embarrassing side about it. Back in middle school, you went through an anime phase.
A shudder went down your back. That god-forsaken weeaboo phase. A sudden cringe came upon you. Bleh.
Atlas something good came out of you weeaboo phase, like finding other interests, and liking something more easy to converse with other people with.
Aside from that, you realized how much you had changed from your middle school-self. Your room had changed along with interests. Well we can say you're still interested in “nerdy” stuff but not to the extent back in middle school. You were in high school, you had to focus on your future and such.
You also had developed as a person, maturing a little more. What can ya say? You still were the same just an upgraded version. Sure you might have a little faults, but come on so does everyone else you can just recognized them now.
It was nice….not knowing that is.
You were soon to be an adult.
A scary thought.
Then it would be humdrum.
You looked up once more, and gazed around your room. All these interests had developed you into a certain person. Now, can you say you’ve upgraded or evolved? If anything...you’ve probably became more depressed. A depressed teen who has repressed.
You grab a manga from your shelf. You pay no mind to what you grabbed and begin reading. Some random manga it is. A sudden urge to not read it fills you. You pass all the way to the end, with not actually comprehending what was read. At the end, you see the usual, “You’re reading the wrong way!”. You skip back. You see an old ad for two different series.
You see one series ad and pay no mind to it seeing as how you never got into that one. Turning your eyes to a degree, a sudden rush comes to you, as you see Hetalia. Weird, you think. Hetalia seems to be keep being mentioned.
You finally decide to think about Hetalia. It was a great series. You lost interest after season 5. You didn’t have the money to buy the dvds, or to stream it. You do remember most of the characters. You do remember how fond you were of the characters. You do remember reading fanfiction of the characters. You do remember many good things about it.
You don’t think it holds the same value it did back then.
It would be ashamed to watch it, and destroy the memories you are so fond of now. Growing up had a lot of prices. You long to see those characters again, but you don’t want to ruin the last good things you have.
The existential thoughts and other thinkings have brought you sleepiness. You had about four hours until someone of your relation would be home.
Maybe sleep…….for an hour?
You lay on your bed, and drift into dreamland. You drift and forget your worries of having to prepare for life…..even if you don’t plan on living that long.
You are awake but your eyes are still close.
You always complain how tired you are.
Why not sleep a little more?
But you don’t wish to waste all the free time by yourself.
You hear noises, and hear movement in your room. This isn’t the first time you’ve been paranoid, and pass it off as nothing but your crazy mind trying to give you something interesting.
You slightly turn in this session of thinking, but….wait
Someone is speaking….
More than just a someone
You are aware.
Aware that someone is here
It’s not anyone you know
No one is here right now.
You open your eyes as quickly as you can, and about to abscond from the bed. The flaw in your thinking is that while being aware you were being watched and hearing talking, you weren’t aware in what position and the position you were in.
This was a mistake, you think, as when you turned and you fell off your bed.
You fall on your back, with hazy vision you can’t see who is here in this room with you. When you begin to recover, you see in the room something that makes you jump in fright.
It couldn’t be.
“H-Hetalia??” You say, and in your view, you see the Allies and Axis Powers surrounding you and the bed.
You turn around, and sprint to your window while hastily trying to open it. This can’t be real.
You forgot the window is locked and your previous actions are now considered useless.
Someone behind you laughs, “Dudette, you can’t open a locked window! Here let the hero help you!” One of many strange men comes besides you, and unlocks the window and opens it.
You try to climb and jump out, instead some warm slender hands grab your sides, and pulls you down.
You turn to see a man with bushy eyebrows and blonde hair with a smirk on his face, “You almost fell out of the room”. He let’s go, and you once again attempt to jump out. This time the first strange man, prevents you. “This is a hero’s job! I gotta help the damsel in distress! Not you England!” He blows a raspberry at the other man. This is the start of a fight between them.
You know you aren’t getting out this way, you corner yourself to a wall. Your hands are through you hair, you can’t believe this.
You look up and see a clear view of everyone. You don’t want this to be real, you can’t even handle living nonetheless see these guys.
You stayed silent for too long, it’s time to confront these guys.
“WHY!?” You yelled at them.
Pairs of eyes went from the two quarreling men to you. A sudden nerve struck as you got nervous from all these guys looking at you.
You yell again, “Why are you all here?!”
“We aren’t quite sure about it, Miss (Name).” The big-bushy eyebrow man said
Uneasy you felt, “How do you know my name!?”
A tall man with a pink scarf pointed at the door, “It says,’Keep out’ dash (Name).”
“Ok ok whatever about that.” With a sudden change of mood, your hands come out and you give a slight annoyance mood using them. “You guys aren’t real, you can’t be here! Also if you’re here why are you here in My room?!?!”
A raven haired Japanese man came forward, “We are quite aware, (Name)-san. We also would like to know why we are here, and specifically in this house with you. We are sorry if we are much of a disturbance.” He bowed so gracefully.
Damn, guilt risen upon you.
You go toward your door. “First things first. Please get out of my room.”
They all obeyed and walked downstairs to the living room. They all either sit on the sofa, on the floor or stand up. They leave you the armchair, at least they were considerate.
You sit down and rub your temples, trying to comprehend and understand the situation you are in now. You hear arguing already, you don’t know who but you point up at them. You kindly but firmly say, “Not right now, please.”
The bickering shuts up.
The happier of this bunch points at himself, “Hey-a (Name)! Do you remember who we are?” He smiles at you, “Surely you can’t forget me!”
You stand up and go the first person you see.
It was the tall Russian man. “Russia,....or Ivan I guess.” He nods at you smiling.
Next person is a petite Chinese man, “China...or Yao.” He also nods, as if he was proud of you.
Third the hero, “My fucking god, it’s America. Alfred F. Jones.” America is a little confused, but nevertheless happy at your response.
A rose in one hand, and one of
your’s mom’s wine in other hand. “Well this french bastard is France, or Francis.” He doesn’t
understand if you were insulting him, but he gives a painful grin.
It’s this guy again, you look only at his eyebrows, “My god…..I mean! England! Arthur!” You pat his shoulder, and give a thumbs up, “Flying mint bunny sure was a meme.” Like France he doesn’t know if this response was made to insult him.
Raven Japanese man is next, “Japan, Kiku.” Straightforward and polite.
The blond German, “Germany, Ludwig. I tried taking German but failed and had to transfer to Italian” Germany gives a stoic expression, he was about to scold you about giving up, until you moved on.
He’s smiling at you, so blissfully waiting to be called,“Italy, Feliciano. Ciao, come stai?” He grins a little bit bigger and goes in for a hug, “Molto bene, bella!”
You surely but awkwardly hug him back.
You forgot what it was like to be hugged genuinely. You embrace this man, and for a quick moment, you wish this wasn’t some sick joke.