Hetalia AU: Life as Humans (OC! Philippines as Main Character)

16- Gone Big Sister

Hadia's P.O.V.

"This is crap," I mutter. I'm doing my Math homework at the moment, and it's complicated as fuck. The variables... the numbers.... all these problems to solve... are giving me a headache! Fuck you Math, why don't you grow up and solve your own problems? I have my own problems and I'm not asking other teenagers out there to solve them!

I let out a groan, and hop off my bed. I'm depending on Ate Josefa on this.

I stalk my way to my elder sister's room and as much as I want to barge in, I'm sick of her shouting at me, scolding me, telling me I have no manners; so I decided to be courteous for once and knock on the door.

...No respond.

I knock again, louder this time. But after a few seconds, there's still no respond. I keep knocking as I yell, "ATE JOSEFA!!"

But still nothing.

"I'M COMING IN WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!" I grab the door knob, twist it, and push the door open with great force.

And she isn't here. Huh, I should have known. Dammit.

I run downstairs to find only Kuya Viktor in the living room, watching crappy basketball.

I stand in front of the TV.

He gets annoyed. "Hoi! Sibog sa beh!"

"Manners, kuya." I shot him a glare. "Asa si Ate?"

"Di ko kabalo uy--"

"Didn't Kuya Emilio tell us to stop speaking in Bisaya so we wouldn't make Ate Josefa anxious?"

"Oh... yeah."

"But who cares," They both say, and in unison. "He's not here!"

"Ugh, I heard Lindsey's having a party at her place, by the way." I huff, my hands on my hips.

"Yeah, she texted me about it. She pretty much texted everyone in school about it."

"Huh? I didn't get any messages..."

But then I remember—I'm not as popular as my siblings. And I've never attended any parties. Our mother would be disappointed in me if I acted inappropriately. I'm a Muslim...

Half Muslim, only, actually. The other half of me is Roman Catholic.

"There's gonna be a lot of people there anyway. No one's gonna notice you as a freshman," He says. "....Unless you dress like Josefa."

"No."

"Come on! You wanna go to the party, don't ya?"

"No."

"Uh huh..." He smirks at me. "You're lying. I can read you, you know. Now, go and get ready."

I sigh.

Josefa's P.O.V.

I take another gulp of beer.

I take a peek of what's behind me; a crowd of teenagers or adults (in their early 20's) on the dancefloor. I'm seated on the bar, and I just finished one bottle of beer. This is my second one.

For a moment there, I thought I saw myself. But no; this figure was more masculine. And the hair was shorter. I had hair that reached to my waist.

Curious of who he is, I place the bottle down and follow after that person. I had to push past a lot of crazy dancers to reach to him. And then, I saw him having a conversation with a certain blonde Californian.

Lindsey laughs and draws her arms around his neck, and then drag him with her somewhere.

I was about to follow after them, until I feel my wrist being grabbed.

I turn around, and see that it's a young man—probably a senior college student—despite the darkness from the sunglasses I have on, and the neon lights switching colors.

"Hey~ Pretty lady~" He slurs. He's probably drunk. "Wanna come with me to somewhere private?"

"Eh-" Before I could answer, he gets pulled back by someone.

"Dude, sexually harassing a high school sophomore? Not cool." says the boy who grabbed the man. He held on to the man's shoulders and threw him across the room. No one else in the room seems to care; they're too busy drinking, dancing, or chatting with their friends.

"You didn't have to do that," I tell the boy. He's tall, blonde, had blue eyes, tanned skin, and could possibly be Lindsey's twin brother. "He was drunk. But thanks, anyway."

"No problem, dudette!" He grins. He somehow reminds me of Kuya Alfred, a friend of Kuya Emilio. Except younger, tanned, messy hair, and doesn't wear glasses. I had a small crush on Kuya Alfred before I found out he had a girlfriend. They broke up, but I heard he still loves her. I snapped back to my senses and looked away from the guy once he spoke, "So, lemme introduce myself. I'm Luke Fucking Jones. I'm Amelia Fucking Jones's little brother."

"Um..." I just glance at him. "Fucking?"

He let out a chuckle, "I'm just kidding, bro! That's not really what our middle initial stands for. Big sis Amelia instructed us to never tell anyone else. Ya know, for the fun." He continues to laugh.

"Yeah, I know," I say. "Anyway, I'm Josefa Mariela de los Santos. And I'm not a sophomore actually, I'm a junior."

"Ohh, I see, then! Hey, you wanna hang outside the house or somethin'? People here are getting crazy."

"Sure."