Antarctica ~Hetalia Fanfiction~

Authors Note

I only have one word for this:

LMAOOO XD

Having just rediscovered this garbage gem (see that oxymoron?) that I wrote when I was 12, and discovering the comments dropped in the last few years, I've come to the conclusion that it'd be really fun to rewrite the heck out of this.

Some backstory on my Antarctica story to entertain you folks....

When I was 11 I was struck with the ambition that I would be president. President of the country I was born in? Bit difficult considering England is run by Prime Ministers and Queens. But what attracted me to the title of President wasn't the power....it was the name, because I figured I liked the nickname Prez and any governing authority attached to it would be a bonus.

No! I was intent I didn't want to climb through the hell that is British politics nor was I planning any time soon to seduce my way into the royal family.

So how does a silly little British girl become President? "You build your own country!" thought ickle 11 year old Celia. And at this point I was an ardent Hetalia fan and I'd even seen the movie! So ofcourse I knew everything about politics and country-founding!

Here was the great logical reasoning:

1. Find some land unclaimed by any nation
2. Make money B)
3. Build houses and shit
4. ???
5. Country!!!!!

Lo and behold! Endless sleepless nights (usually lasting till 11:43pm) and proper scientific research (thanks google) brought this endeavour of mine to stumble upon the epiphany that Antarctica...was empty!

Well surely that big block of ice must be up for grabs! And there's absolutely no logical reason, such as the fact that normal temperatures are deadly before freezing, that would explain this. So one that blessed day henceforth it was decided...I would rule Antarctica!

Yes I dreamed it! Celia, a wee lass, President is Antarctica, First of her name, Protector of baby seals, Ruler of penguins and breaker of chains...etc

It was all fine and dandy until I stumbled upon two itsy bitsy problems:

1. Freezing tends to kill people and that's not very attractive for tourism.
2. Antarctica is divided and claimed by multiple big shot countries.

So as well as being quite keen on becoming President someday, I was also easily swept away by anything scientific. I didn't understand science, didn't study it but I was somehow convinced I was of a genius scientific mind. These days I'm not actually doing too bad for myself I scored myself a solid A in science GCSE so maybe I was onto something. But anyways my solution to the freezing cold temperature problem was SCIENCE!!!!

I scratched my head until I can up with the following idea: sunscreen...that protects you from the cold! Some cream that will insulate and trap the heat in your body so that even at -40° you can still go out in shorts and crop tops. Now that definitely seemed achievable with my lack of scientific knowledge, experience and equipment.

Next as for the whole countries already having claim on Antarctica mumbo jumbo, I was lucky enough to find out that one piece of the unevenly divided cake of Antarctica was unclaimed land: Marie Byrd Land! The future refuge of my people!

In that moment I felt that I was Moses! Guiding my people to the land of ice and sleet, with no god except Stephen Hawking's books to be our idol. "Deliver us!" I would cry, "Deliver us from these warm temperatures, comfy lives we have no problem with except they won't let us call ourselves Presidents. *scoff* what nonsense"

So pretty set that this would be my life and career goal, I projected all this ...um...passion...into a Hetalia OC that would be just me living out my fantasies.

I'd say I did a pretty good job. I was even set on creating a language for this story, that would later go on to be the official language of my country. Pengeid, the language was and I probably have the remnants of it on the notes in my old iPod touch.

Thanks for reading and commenting "Lmao XD".

- Celia