Miraculous Ladybug x reader x Hetalia

Chapter 1

Before I start the story let me explain something.

Drago. She's my OC, people. My OC. Your OC can be countries that are real, but my OC is a made-up country because I won't have to share my country. More times than not people use real countries for OC's that means there is more than 1, more than 2, or maybe even more than 3 OC's for one country. I didn't want that, so I made up my own country.

Just so you know Drago is a nation in the Scandinavian area that is completely islands.

"(Y/n)!"

"No one here by that name!"

"(C/n)!"

Damn it got me there.

"Come on! We have to go!"

"No!"

"(C/n)!

I lifted my head off my pillow and glared at the door, fight me, "No."

I dropped my head down on the pillow again.

Slam.

I didn't bother looking up, I felt the blankets ripped off of my body. Growling I grabbed my pillow to keep warm. I felt strong hands grab my ankles and yank me out of bed.

I howled as my body hit the ground. I glared into ice blue eyes, "What the hell?!"

"You have to get up, we have to go to school," a thick Germanic accent told me, telling me it's Germany- or Ludwig if we are going human names.

"Do I have too?" I asked hoping that this once I would get the answer of, 'No (C/n) you don't have too.'

I heard him scoff, "Get up and get ready."

I sighed, "Fuck you."

I heard him grumble to himself as he stalked out of my room.

I got dressed in (Favorite outfit) and walked out of my room only to be met with the beautiful scent of Matthew cooking pancakes.

My (e/c) eyes widened, "PANCAKES!" I yelled and darted toward the kitchen.

I heard footsteps behind me... so many footsteps.

Within a few seconds, every nation was sitting down ready for Canada to give them pancakes... this is really the only time they see him.

"Yeah, I know you want to be Canadian plea-" Canada was singing but stopped- pancakes on plates in his hands, when he saw everyone waiting for the fluffy goodness he makes every once in a while.

"Hi," I waved a huge grin on my face.

The blonde Canadian sighed, "H-Hi," he shuffled over to the table and put the pancakes down.

Canada walked back into the kitchen to make more pancakes as everyone started passing the plates down for others to get pancakes.

A very long time ago the nations had trouble with humans, and now they don't know we exist. In that time period, Mr. United Nations had places and things built for all of us to live together all over the world. Each place is in a different country. We move from "home" to "home" every few years. It's tiring and miserable but in order to keep this a secret, he found it smart to keep us under the same roof, going to the same schools, having similar schedules, learning every language.

Boring... but in order to keep and them safe, it has to be done. Let anyone else know who and what we are could but so many people in danger.

So best to keep it a secret, right?

Right?

It has to be...

~Time Skip~

"Come on!"

"No!" I howled, "You can't make me!"

The black-haired female sighed, "You were so much easier to deal with when you were younger."

I glared at the ice blue-eyed country, "Shut up."

Ice blue eyes darkened, "Get out of the damn car, now."

I gulped and got out of the car before the freckled female could beat me to a pulp... which she's done before... to Denmark, America, Prussia, Spain, and France.

Speaking of France, the blonde-haired lover was smiling and looking around the city.

The blonde closed his eyes and sighed, "It's been so long since I've been here."

I was quiet for a while, "Are you sure your okay to be back?"

France's happy smile turned sad, "Nothing here is the same, nothing should remind me of her."

I blinked, "Oh."

Joan of Arc.

That's who he's talking about, over the years some countries have made the mistake of falling for humans. But humans die, and we... we don't. Not unless our counties fall- besides if your Prussia. He is still Prussia, but to me, he is also the memory of the Holocaust.

Shaking my head free of all thoughts I looked at the building in front of me, our new school.

Yeah, a new school, with humans.

Remember, (C/n) don't get attached to them, one day they'll die... just like Davie did... and Joan of Arc did...

Two important people to us, more to America and France then the rest but, they helped us when we needed it.

I overhear a male as he blew some bubbles, "Dude, seriously? Has your dad always been such a downer? You'd think he'd remember what it was like to be young and wanna party a little."

"No, I'm pretty sure he was a downer back then too. Well, at least I tried," I heard someone else respond.

Both males.

"It's your B-day, dude! Insist!"

Deciding to ignore the rest of the conversation I looked to the group I'm with, Drago- or Destiny, America- Alfred, Canada- Matthew, France- Francis, England- Arthur, and Hungary- or Elizaveta.

I took in a deep breath, I raised my head high, closed my eyes for a split second the opened them walking into this new school.

"Who are they?"

"They must be the new kids."

"Wow, look at all the boys, their so cute."

"The girls are pretty."

"Look at the boy/girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair, and (e/c)."

"Wow, he/she is so pretty/handsome."

Okay, no more head held high, I thought embarrassed and ducked a little bit.

I wish Italy were here, but he transfers to this school in 4 days.

This school is new to us, these people are new, the things we will learn here will the same as everything else we already know.

This new school won't teach us much, but we have to go.

Collège Françoise Dupont will have a hard time keeping our attention.

ALL HAIL THE ALMIGHTY BURRITO!!!