Yep, parents! Aren't they just the greatest thing ever?
(First name) (last name) has completely gone off the grid! And to where you ask? A fantastic tropical paradise, but not any paradise, nope, one on an isolated island that isn't even registered on a map and doesn't 'exist' thanks to the owner of the island making all the world's governments to pretend it doesn't exist. That's not even the icing on the cake either... Your also the only female on the island and won't find a fellow feminine presents until you hit a real country, also known as the mainland!
The chauffeur tilted back the rear view mirror and quickly glanced up at you before returning his attention back on the road.
Male Chauffeur: clearing his throat
Are you okay ma'am?
You quickly snapped back into reality and stopped sarcastically ranting to yourself as you stared out the limo window, you hummed in response and awkwardly stared out the window. The chauffeur nodded and returned back to his job.
Your mind began to wonder and you started to believe that the chauffeur was reading your mind, so you started mentally asking him questions like 'cough if you can understand me' or 'sneeze if you really wanted to go down to the beach'. The island was highly rich in its native environment and has amazing looking beaches; your father use to call you a total 'beach babe' because it was one of the few places in the world you opened up, but was still very introverted. Actually calling you a 'beach babe' was a huge overstatement, you never wore clothes like bikies, never socialised and were more clumsy and awkward looking on the sand than a beached whale. Thankfully though you had one place where no one could see your shyness and only admire your true self, the Little Miss Cyber Blog you started when you were thirteen was a true escape for your personality and soul to shine; the impact you were making on others through that blog was enough evidence to make a vegan wear a real leather jacket.
Male Chauffeur: glancing at you in the rear view mirror
We are here ma'am.
You looked up at the windscreen and saw two massive metal gates automatically opening, they were richly decorated in swirl patterns and had the school and island's initials on them, capital I and S; because the owner just wanted to name the school and island 'International Seas'. The school looked like a traditional stone french chateau and the gardens didn't match the island's beach appearance; it was like a parallel world once you entered the gate, from beautiful tropical paradise to European clip lawns, animal shaped bushes and alphabetised rose species. The chauffeur pulled up beside three men all standing with perfect posture and emotionless faces, you quickly looked away and waited for the chauffeur to unlock your door. He opened up your door, letting you exit while he went to the trunk of the limo to retrieve your belongings. A man with long straight blonde hair and a basic braid on one side, deathly blue eyes and dressed in a classic black suit looked at you, you couldn't help but think that it was odd that he looked so professional, but his hair was so... Not. You quietly joked to yourself that he must be getting ready for no shave November, but cannot grow out a bread so he is growing out his hair instead, then will shave it off.
Mr Germania: locking eyes with you
I am the principle and founder of International Seas, you may call me Mr Germania. These are my two grandsons, Gilbert and Ludwig. Gilbert will be the successor of this school and island once I retire due to him being the eldest.
You looked over at the two brothers, one appeared to be an albino with more life in his eyes that his brother and grandfather, the other brother seemed to bare a very similar resemblance to his grandfather except understood how to cut his hair and was built like a tank. The albino spoke first:
Gilbert: admiring you
It is vanderful to finally meet a Mädchen. (Girl) I am Gilbert...
Ludwig: nodding his head
Vand I vam Ludvig.
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Hetalia X Reader: Little Miss Cyber
FanficWhen your parents were offered a once in a lifetime chance to send you to a high school and act as a 'test subject' they couldn't deny it, because you were promised free admission to any university of your choice and this way your parents knew they...
