Alone (A hetalia fanfic)

Surprise!

You felt like crap. You had barely slept that night. Now it was 6:41 in the morning and you had school at 7:15.

"Kill me," you mumbled.

Rolling out of bed you decided to get ready for the new day. Putting on a large (fav. color) sweater and slightly ripped blue jeans. Then you brush your hair and teeth and decide to head down.

"There you are," Pixa looked up at you," man you look like crap."

You let out a weary chuckle.

"I know."

You get a bowl of cereal and stare at the fridge recounting the events of last night. Men from your favorite TV show are now as real as you were. And now we're going to stay in your tiny apartment.

"(Y/n) hello! Geez. We're gonna be late," Pixa scowled at you.

"Ah crap! Let's go," you scramble to get your things before racing out the door.

Even though you are far from school you run and barely make it on time.

You and Pixa are booth panting as you reach the door to your first period-history.

"I need to work out more."

"I'm so mad at you (Y/n)."

"OK."

You both hang on some lockers catch your breath as the warning bell rings.

"Great I'm going to class sweaty,"Pixa groaned.

"oh come down they invented perfume and deodorant for a reason."

You shrugged your backpack back up onto your shoulder and walk into the class. Taking your seat in the back next to a group of girls crowding around the most popular girls desk, Genevieve.
You groan as one giggles and starts to whisper,like you couldn't hear, which ticked you off.

"Hey have you heard?"

"What," Genevieve questioned the lakie.

"Jenifer saw 8 new students in the office and they're all cute guys," she laughed like a giddy school girl.

"Well we'll have to sag one for ourselves won't we," she smirked.

You looked disgusted at them before pulling out your homework. Then you thought 8 people? All guys? And all new? You had a bad feeling about this.

"Hey (Y/N) can I copy your homework I forgot mine," Genevieve said coyly placing a hand on her chest.

This happened everyday and everyday you let her.

"Oh sorry I forgot to finish it. I only got halfway," you fibbed hiding the work with your arm.

"Really," she questioned obviously annoyed.

"Yeah I'm going to get the rest from Pixa," you said grabbing the work and going to Pica's desk.

"What's up," she greeted as you squat in front of her.

"I just heard 8 new students all guys are going into our grade. Don't you find this a bit funny," you questioned.

She gave you a funny look before sighing,"You're overreacting (Y/N). There's no way they would do that."

You raised an eyebrow.

"They're from an anime."

She waved you away as the teacher began walking in.

"Take your seats now," your teacher boomed.

Everyone scatted as he began role. Halfway through the looked up and waved in someone.

Your jaw dropped.

"Pixa," you whisper yell to her.

"I owe you," she mumbled.

"I'd like you to welcome 3 new students to our class; Arthur Kirkland, Alfred Jones, and Francis Bonnefoy.

You felt like disappearing as you head Mr. H tell the one you would probably fight with most by you. England. He probably still blamed you for this whole mess.

He smiled a heart warming smile and took the seat next to you. He scooted his desk closer.
"I don't have a book can I borrow yours,love," he asked pretending like you never met.
If you didn't feel like dying before you did now. You just pulled it out and set it in between the 2 of you and tried to ignore him.

He leaned in to pretend he was reading but then whispered," I still don't trust you."

Great. Just freaking great.

"I didn't do anything," you replied.

You really didn't.

"Then how did we get here," he lowered his voice.

"I don't know. All I know is Pixa and I were trying to fall asleep but then there was some weird earthquake, chanting and then Pica's computer acted like the girl from the exorcist and then popped you guys out."

He looked at you still not believing you.

"I don't care if you don't believe me or not but that's what happened and I won't let anyone tell me what I saw or did when I was right there when it happened," you turned away ignoring him for the rest of the period.

When lunch arrived you were praising the bell. If you didn't have to survive constant scrutiny, nearly getting exploded in science and getting called up to solve the hardest math problem you've ever seen you'd probably be doing fine.

"(Y/n)," Pixa greeted you tiredly.

"Yeah I know."

You both looked like death.
Nothing was going your way today.

"Hey dude," America waved," What happened to you dude's?"

"I nearly missed a near death explosion," you rubbed your eyes.

"Haha! At least you didn't have to play dodgeball with Russia," he laughed.

Pics chuckled.

You felt calm around America. Like meeting a long lost friend but everyone else felt like they blamed you both.

"So how do you feel about this," you questioned choosing your words carefully.

He blinked and shrugged," I blame England."

That earned a laugh from the duo.

"So like you dudes wanna hang after today and go somewhere," he asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Let's go to the arcade," Pixa cheered catching Italy's attention.

"Can I-a come," he smiled joyfully.

"Why not the more the marry," you shrugged.

"Yeah," Pixa and Italy rejoiced as America laughed and you just stood there.

You still felt like something was being pushed under the rug. Something was missing.