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You wake up one morning in the summer to your mom shaking you awake. You groan as you sit up and rub your eyes. You look at your mother with a glare like ice for waking you up.

"Wha timesit?" you ask, groggily.

"It's time to get up, (name)." She said. "Your father and I have something we need to talk to you about."

She walks out of the room and you rub your (e/c) eyes an run a comb through your (h/l)(h/c) hair and slap on the first bit of clothing you could get your hands on. Then you head downstairs to see you parents in the kitchen siting at the counter.

"Have a seat, hun," Your father says.

"You're not telling me someone died, are you?" You ask as you take a seat at the other end of the counter, looking at your parents quizzically.

Your mother shook her head. "Actually, no. We wanted to tell you that we are sending you away. To a boarding school."

"What?! Why?!" You ask, completely confused as to why your parents so suddenly decided to send you away.

"Because, we think it would be good for you to meet some friends. People your age who you can get along with." She said. "Because god knows you don't get along with people here in (home country)."

"That's not true! I get along with people here just fine! I have tons of friends." You reply, trying to get your parents to not send you away.

"Name one." Your father says.

You fall silent, not being able to answer his question honestly. You sigh and look away, embarrassed. You're almost an adult and you don't have any friends to speak of. Your father speaks up again.

"That's what I though. So this is why we are sending you to this school. Hopefully dorming with girls your age and meeting guys your age at school will help cure your antisocial personality and make you seem more… friendly." He said, his bluntness sending waves of pain through your heart.

You don't say a word. You don't even look at your parents. How could they really think that sending you away will stop you from being antisocial? What a bunch of stupid adults.

"The place is called Hetalia Academy. We're sending you next week to get settled and in a dorm and stuff all situated. So you better get packed. Classes start soon." Your mother says.

Once again, you don't say a word, you just stand up, turn on your heal and leave, walking up the stairs to your room. You packed up your stuff, everything, all of your clothes, your posters, knick knacks, gaming equipment and electronics. For the next week, you planned on staying in your room, only leaving to eat food and go to the bathroom to shower and stuff. When the week ended, your mother came in and told you to get your bags and to meet her by the car. She, herself, grabbed a few bags herself and walked downstairs.

You got up, threw on your favorite (favorite color) jacket and headed downstairs with the rest of your stuff. Your mom helped you put it in the trunk of the car and the two of you drove off to the airport.

"Where's Dad?" You ask.

Your mom hesitated a moment and then spoke. "He'll meet us there."

~Time skip~

You got off the plane. Saying bye to your parents was awkward. They wouldn't hug you at the same time like they used too when you were little or kiss your cheeks at the same time either. Not that you wouldn't have been insanely embarrassed if that happened, that would have been the customary good bye from your parents.  Something was going on. As you walked off the plane and to the baggage claim, you thought about what was going on with your parents. There had to have been another reason for them to send you away.

While you were waiting for you luggage to come around so you could get it, two people walked up next to you. You looked over to them. One was a girl with long light brown hair and green eyes. She was maybe a few inches taller than you. The other was a boy. He was tall, had really messy blonde hair and emerald eyes. Another noticeable feature on him was his… eyebrows. Somehow, it worked for him. You though he was kind of hansom.

"You don't happen to be (name) (last name), are you?" The boy asked, his voice thick with a British accent.

"Uh… Whose asking?" you ask, somewhat quietly.

"We're students from Hetalia Academy." The girl spoke with a Hungarian accent. "We came to pick you up and help you with your luggage and get you back to the school all right."

You saw one of your bags and grabbed it quickly before it passed you. "Um… ok?"

"By the way, My name is Elizabeta Héderváry. You can call me Eliza." She said in a perky voice. "I'll be you roommate while you're at the academy. That's why I came."

You nod.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland." The boy, Arthur, says. "I'm here because I was asked by the headmaster to come with Hun—Eliza here."

You quickly grab the rest of your bags as they come around as the two people next to you talk away at you. "Um. Ok. It's a pleasure to meet you; I guess…" you say slowly.

Arthur looks at you, and cocks one of his eyebrows at you. You don't notice, so he keeps looking as if he's trying to get a good read on you. From what he can tell, you seem very shy to him, weird considering who said they were related to you.

You try to grab all the bags by yourself, but you end up dropping a few. Arthur bent down and grabbed a duffle bag and a suitcase that toppled over and slung the duffle over his shoulder.

"Let me help. You can't carry that all on your own, (name)." He says when you look at him, your eyes expecting him to give you back the bags.

You don't say anything and Eliza and Arthur lead the way out of the airport and to the car that they brought here. Eliza kept asking questions about how your life was back at home in (home country) and what your parents were like and what your friends were like back at home. You didn't really answer, trying to dodge the questions and change the subject. When she finally realized that she was hitting touchy subjects, she stopped asking and started talking about everyone you would meet at the school. You barely listened while you looked out the window as Arthur drove you and Eliza back to the school.

Upon arriving, Eliza and grabbed some of your stuff, Arthur grabbed some other stuff and the three of you walked up to where Eliza had said that the dorm was where the two of you would be staying. Arthur and Eliza put the stuff on the bed that you would be using.

"Well, I guess that it my que to leave." Arthur said and looked at Eliza. "Don't forget what you have to do." He said to her.

With one last look at you he turned around and walked out of the dorm, closing the door behind him.

You look at Eliza. "What did he mean by that?"

Eliza was looking at the door after Arthur with a grin on her face. Then she turned to you. "Nothing. There's just something we have to do after you're done unpacking your stuff." She smiled at you. "So hurry up, you're going to miss all the fun!"

You nod and start to put your clothes in the draws and hung up in the closed.

"So, how come you can't tell me anything from your past?" Eliza asked.

You sighed.  So it seems she hasn't given up on asked me those things, you think to yourself as you turn to look at her. "Because there's nothing to tell. I didn't have any friends. I never really got along with any of the people that lived there. I didn't really have any friends my age." You said and got back to putting your clothes away.

Eliza looked at you sadly. "I'm so sorry, (name). That's so sad." She fell silent for a moment. "But, from now on, the two of us will be friends. I mean, we kind of have too seeing as we are roommates and two of the only girls at this school." She giggled.

You finished with your clothes and turn to Eliza, a smile playing across your lips. "I'd like that."

Eliza smiled at you. "There's a smile!" she said perkily. "You should do that more often. I mean, it seems like Arthur would like to see it."

"What do you mean?" You look at the other girl quizzically.

She giggled. "He just has a kind of weakness when it comes to girls and smiling. He, being the gentleman Englishman that he is, wants to make sure that all the girls meets smile."

You raise an eyebrow. "So he's a gentleman?"

Eliza nods. "Through and through. Unless of course, if he's around Amer-Alfred, I mean, and Fr-Francis. Then he becomes aggressive. Then again, Francis is kind of a pedophile."

She made the same slip that Arthur made at the airport, you think, what are they trying to hide? You only nod and finish up unpacking, putting all your electronics in a home and put the posters of (your favorite animes) and (your favorite bands) up around your bed. When you're finished, you step back and view your handiwork.

"Not bad." You say to yourself.

"Are you already (name)?" Eliza asked.

You nod slowly. "Just so you know… I'm not very sociable."

She grinned. "Don't worry, the people here will make you feel like part of the family. You're one of us, now. It won't be hard to get along with the people here."

You nod and you watch as Eliza reached under her bed and pulls out a cast iron frying pan and heads towards the door.

"What's that for?"  you ask.

"Oh, this old thing? It's just in case uh… Gilbert starts being his usual self." She said and walks out the door.

You follow her, wondering what you're about to get yourself into.
Well, i have a title and a plot for this one. yaaaaay!!! i started writing it as soon as i posted my jounal earlier this morning. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1: That's what you're reading now.
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9: [link]
Chapter 10: EVENTUALLY!


I own nothing but this story! I dont even own the preview picture! i got it off of! keep that in mind people,

I changed the picture. i thought this one went better with the story then the other did. Just so ya know.
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animalzamzam Featured By Owner Edited Nov 20, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
mom- youre going to boarding school
me- ok.. where
mom- hetalia-
me- *punches cat in face, does a backflip, flies up to room, comes back holding clothes a suitcase* TAKE ME
mom- take you where
me- TAKE ME NOW WENCH *punches hole in wall*
xXJetBlackOwlXx Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014  Student Writer
Mom: We're sending you away to boarding school....
Mom: Hetalia Academy.
Me: I'll be right back... *grabs a backpack full off stuff* Lesse, I've got Beary, Wolfy, my Danmark bracelet, my laptop, phone, ds, and iPad, some clothes, my eyeshades, and my pillow. *picks up my dog and squeezes her* Bye Haddy! Be a good dog for Mama while I'm gone! *kisses her* I'm ready!
izzeyblackstar Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
This is hilarious!!!!
AshREvans Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you!
lilly92701 Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2013
Mom: We wanted to tell you that we are sending you away. To a boarding school.

Dad: Hopefully dorming with girls your age and meeting guys your age at school will help cure your antisocial personality and make you seem more… friendly.

Me: Heck no! I want to stay here!

Mom:The place is called Hetalia Academy-

Me: *Already in my room and packing* SEND ME AWAY~!
TomathoNinja18 Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2013  Student Writer
You gotta love Hungary's frying pan! :iconhungarysfryingpanplz:
JunoVoltage Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oh great.........I already think I know whats going on.

I was so mad at my"dad" until he said Hetalia acadamy
Cue Fansqueal 
HailleyPie Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
callamoon14 Featured By Owner May 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
start: wow i have very loving parents! thanks for sending me away!

end: trouble. thats what im getting myself into!
AshREvans Featured By Owner May 25, 2013  Student Writer
yes, yes you are.
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