You stepped into the room closing the door behind you as quietly as you could. No one looked up. You had just began the year at a boarding school called Hetalia high. Everyone here represented a country. You were Siberia.
Your eyes swept the room looking for that short silver hair or a glint of red eye. 'Where was Ivan?' you thought.
You saw him and a smile appeared on your face. You started to walk over. He was talking to a short blonde boy with violet eyes and a tall blonde boy with deep blue eyes.
Suddenly an arm rapped around your waist. "Vell hello there" said a familiar voice. It was Gilbert. You had heard your cousin talking to this guy before. You looked at him and discust swept across your face.
"Listen Prussia," you said before he could say anymore, "I- " but you were cut off by his friend.
"She already knows your name, Gil." he said in a strong French accent. You guessed this was Francis, or France.
"Hola sinurita." another one said.
You guessed this was Antonio, also known as Spain. 'Oh, God' you thought. You had run right into the Bad Touch Trio.
You stood transfixed at the three. They were all smirking at each other. You saw your chance. Wriggling and slipping out of your captors grasp, you ran. You were half way across the room before they began to run after you.
"HELP!" you yelped as you ran behind Russia (Ivan).
The BTT (Bad Touch Trio) stopped in front of Russia. Not noticing who the latter was, the Prussian shouted "Come on out , frau."
"help" you squeeked in Ivan ear.
Ivan raised himself to his fullest hight. Just then the BTT realised who they were in front of. They gulped in unison.
"Vhat are you doing to my girlfriend." he said intimidating.
"Y-y-your g-girlfriend?" replied France.
"Da." said Ivan frowning.
The three gulped again and, fearing that Ivan would pummel them, ran for their lives.
"Spasibo cousin."
"vashe privetstviye Siberia"
You gave him a peck on the cheek.
The trio looked disappointed.
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You were walking out into the grounds. It was the second weekend of the year. You made your way over to a bench, sat down and pulled out (fave book).
You were so engrossed in your book that you didn't realise three figures come toward you and sit on either side of you with one in front.
After noticing a shadow on your book, you looked up. OMG! Gilbert was in front of you, smirking at you. You looked to your left, 'uh oh' you thought- Francis. To your right, 'aw man' -Antonio.
"Hola chica"
"Bonjour mon ami"
"Gutan tag frau"
You stood up so fast you were a blur. "!". You spat at them, shaking with anger.
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Writers note.
You will soon know.
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"What!" they said together
You slapped Francis across the face, stomped on Antonio's foot and kicked Gilbert in the vital regions.
You picked up your bag and said
"Pochemu vy vsegda perving na menya? Eto ne pokhozhe na vas, dazhe nravlyus'!"
You storm off.
