~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

~ And So She Dreamed ~ Part Fourteen!

 Chapter Fourteen~

Her eye twitches in irritation as she stares forward at the board of the class. Today, Annabelle was more irritated than normal. In the front of the room, her art teacher sits in the front of the room, sitting crisscross on his desk, his eyes closed. He was an extreme hippie. He wore no shoes, walked around with bare feet, wore an over-sized shirt and baggy, bell-bottom pants. His hair was grey and slightly long and he possessed a long, grey beard.

“Alright class.” He says, a smirk pulling on his lips, “We’ve been working on painting and learning about the camera.” Annabelle confirms to herself that this was mainly photography. “Now we will be taking pictures. Your assignment is on the board, the Elements of Art.” He gestures to the board. “If you don’t remember what that is, take this hand out.” He pats a stack of papers on the end of his desk.

“There are cameras’ in the back of the room, please sign one out, get a partner, and venture the school, taking wonderful photographs.”

Annabelle lets out a sigh, glancing to England. He smiles gently to her and nods, making her smile. She looks around to everyone else as they start to get up. It was the second hour of the day. First, she had honors history. After this, she had Honor English 3, then Algebra 2. After that, she had Chemistry, then lunch, then Home Economics or culinary Essentials, then Physical Education. Then the day was over! Of course with the schedule so short, she has a BUNCH of homework.

Annabelle stands, setting her bag to the side of her desk, walking to England. He smiles and holds a camera out to her, grabbing a capsule of film. She looks at it a bit nervously, not doing so good last week at putting film in, “You want to try it this time?” She nods her head slowly, taking the film.

She sets the camera down and opens the back, setting the film where it belongs. She successfully secures the film in its home and smiles happily, “Yes! I finally did it!” She cheers and looks to England and they high-five, England smiling and chuckling.

“Lets get going.” He walks out of the darker room and into the halls. Annabelle looks around and smiles, holding the camera. They turn the corner to see a tall boy, holding up a camera, looking into the viewer, snapping a picture.

He pulls away from the camera and reloads it, a cute smile on his face. England seems to shiver in almost fear. Annabelle looks to him and blinks, still walking. He had stopped, staring over to him. Annabelle stops and looks to him as well. She rolls her eyes and walks over to him, he seemed lonely.

She walks up to him and smiles, “I bet that will be a lovely picture,” She says, making sure to keep her boy voice, looking up to him. He looks to her, a cute, confused look on his face. He then smiles, “спасибо,” He says, speaking his natural language. She blinks then smiles, nodding. (That means ‘thank you’ as far as I know)

He tilts his head a bit, the cute smile still shown on his face, his bright, purple eyes gleaming. He has shorter gray hair that went slightly past his ear. He continues to smile, “You are new student, da?” He says, closing his eyes as his smile grows bigger.

Annabelle smiles softly and nods, “I am. My name is Andy.” She holds out her hand. “I hear you know we are countries, da?” He smiles, taking her hand, “I am Russia, it is nice to be meeting you.” Annabelle smiles up to him, nodding.

England finally made his way over there, looking up to Russia. Russia smiles kindly to him, waving to him slightly and secretly wanting to rip his head off and watch him bleed. (MUAHAHAHAHA)

England smiles nervously to him and waves slightly. Russia looks back to Annabelle who was looking at the camera in her hands. Russia blinks and tilts his head in wonder, “May I ask you question, Andy?” She looks up to him and smiles, nodding, “Sure, I don’t mind.”