~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

Well jeez admin, just obsessed with Hetalia.

XD Well, I’m not sure I will post first, probably this one! (Slightly confusing? I think yes.)

Well I’m working on two stories right now but I’ll probably only post one at a time! <3

The sound of pencils scribbling onto paper sounded throughout the slightly small classroom as the students take their tests for Algebra.

A certain young lady, much smarter than the rest, was already finished with her work, staring blankly at a small, leather journal in

front of her as she lightly lays the eraser of the pencil on her soft, pink lips.

“Hmmmm,” she hums quietly in thought as she begins to add up numbers on the old piece of paper.

She planned to leave. To get away from her cruel adopted parents. She planned to go back, go back to Britain and live on her own.  

Her strange silver hair gently waves down to the midpoint of her back, her bangs gently pinned back by a black barrette. Her ice blue eyes scan over the paper as she adds up her calculations.

She wore a pair of black skinny jeans with a pair of simple black shoes at her rather small feet. She wore a grey sweater that was slightly bigger than she needed, the turtle neck wrapping around her neck gently, letting her snuggle into the warmth from time to time.

It was the dead of winter, making it much, much colder in Colorado. Her nose was a light red as it always was in the winter. She wasn’t suited for the cold you could say. She got fevers easily and her skin sometimes turned purple if she stood out for too long.

She let out soft sigh as she nuzzles into the turtle neck more than she was before, closing her eyes softly.

She wasn’t liked by many people, and she didn’t know why… She tried to be kind to people, but it could be because of her difference. She was from Britain, her accent was strong and she wouldn’t let it go.

When she was about five years old, her parents passed. They were driving home from her day at school.

A loud screech was heard and the next thing she knew, her world turned black.

She awoke not long after that, lying in the crushed car. It was a huge pileup on the highway. She heard sirens wailing as the emergency cars quickly drove up to the scene.

Her thoughts and memories were interrupted by the loud ring of the bell, making her jump slightly.

From that day of her parents’ death, she received a scar that ran up her cheek. It wasn’t an ugly scar like some would think. It was very soft and pink and just stayed there.

A lot of people would make fun of her for it.

Every day she would dream, just wish that someday, she could leave… That she could disappear into her imaginative world, where everyone was nice to her… Where she went to the school that she ever so wished to, where she strangely felt she belonged.

She picks up her things and pulls her shoulder bag onto her shoulder gently; starting off into the hallway, ready to go home.

~Time skiiiiiiiiiip~!!~

A soft tune escapes her lips gently as she walks her way home, attempting to ignore her shivering body. Her foster father normally drove her home, the car normally silent, but today he decided not to. He normally would randomly decide to just leave her, if you can’t see, he’s not the nicest person in the world.

She unlocks the old trailer door and steps inside the smoke filled living room, where her foster mother and father sat with a large group of friends, smoking the drugs they normally did.

Her father looks up and gives a stern look to her. “’Bout time! Where the hell were you?! We’ve all been waiting for you to get here and make us some food!” He shouts at her, standing up and tossing his cigarette to the side and crushing the empty beer can in his fist.

She backs away slightly, holding her hands together in fists at her chest, “s-sorry father… M-my bike was s-stolen and I-I had to walk…” She says quietly.

Her father only glares. Her mother snickers a bit, “Oh hey! Whoa, you should tell her!!” She says rather loopy.

Her father pulls up a large grin as he holds up an empty jar, “Had to use some of that money. Drugs aren’t cheap you know?”

She felt her eyes widen as she stares at the empty jar, her blood running cold as he says the words, her bag dropping off her shoulder. She felt tears of anger fill her eyes as she clenches her fists at her side.

Their friends only laughed.

It was all the money she had, she was convinced that they bought more than drugs… She had a lot of money.

“Awe, what’s that matter, Annabelle?” Her father asks with a smug grin, “No going to that school now, huh?” He taunts, causing her to clench her fists more, tears strolling down her cheeks. “I-I,” She stutters, making their friends to laugh more along with him.

“I HATE YOU!!” She screams and starts to sob. She picks up her bag quickly and runs to her room, slamming the unstable door and pushing her twin-sized mattress to block anyone from getting in. Her golden retriever looks up curiously from the corner, the pup she’s had since she was about nine years old, when she found the little puppy hanging around her old school. ((By the way! Sorry forgot to mention that she’s about seventeen... Sowwy!))

As she began gathering clothes and other such things, her brush, a couple of dollars and change she found, some food for her dog in a baggie she kept and many other necessities, there was a loud bang at her door. “Hey! Open up brat!!”

Annabelle winces and quickly picks up the bag and grabs her dogs leash and latches it onto his collar.

The pounding got harder and soon, the weak wooden door breaks. Annabelle gasps, in the process of opening her window to leave. She quickly leads her dog out of the low window, “Go, go, go..! Jackie..!” Jackie, the pups name, makes it out to the dry grass outdoors.

There’s a growl as Annabelle jumps out of the window and grabs her bag from inside. “DAMMIT ANNABELLE!” Her father rushes out to the front to see Annabelle running off, Jackie running at her side. “Get me the shotgun!” He shouts and one of his friends tosses him the shotgun.

He quickly cocks the gun and aims at his daughter who still runs away into the cold night, a grin pulling at his lips.

Before Annabelle knew, the firing of the shotgun sounded and she shouted out in pain, extreme pain coursing through her shoulder. Jackie stops and looks at her owner worriedly as Annabelle falls to her knees.

Her father grins and sets the shotgun to the side. He looks up and notices that, she was in fact, gone. His eyes widen and he grits his teeth in anger. “I WILL FIND YOU, ANNABELLE!” He yells, causing Annabelle to tear up and bit her lips in pain.

She hid behind an old brick wall, holding her heavily bleeding shoulder in pain. Jackie nudges her knee slightly and whimpers. “Shhh, stay quiet girl,” Annabelle whispers as Jackie picks up the bag with her strong canine mouth and they both start to run away once again.

Yay!!! First chapter done!!! *Cheers* Anywho!

Heh… Well, sorry that was a lot for one chapter! But it’s all good, I wanted to get all of that through! The next chapter will be updated very soon!! Hope ya like it!

MWAH!

Heehee ^^