☐ Single ☐ Taken ✔ Living with England (Hetalia fanfic)

Let ze torturing begin!

You have no idea how annoying it is to write in a classroom filled with loud, annoying 6th and 7th graders -.- ANNOYING AND LOAD!!! *sigh* anyways this is not edited and plainging sucks. I promise to do better the next time though :D 

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“And… LUNCH!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as the bell went off signaling the end of D block and the start of lunch. “FREEDOM! HALLELUJAH!” Flinging my arms up in the air I hit sometimes hard which was followed by a grunt. Slowly turning around I carefully looked at what I wacked. Of course it was England. In the face. Hard. He glared at me and I gave him a nervous smile.  “Sorry?” I tried. He rubbed his face which was now bright red.

“Bloody American, watch where you’re flinging your stupid arms.” He growled. I gave him a cheeky grin realizing that he was okay.

“But it’s lunch! The amazing time when you don’t have to learn and you get to eat and eat and eat and EAT. Oh, and it looks like you’re blushing.” He groaned as I grabbed his wrist, picked up my binder, and walked out of the room.

“You can let go of me.” He said as I pulled him through the hallway.

“Nah. This way people get the wrong idea.” I could practically hear him mentally face palm.

“And the stupidity begins.” I gave him a quick glance over my shoulder.

“Darlin’, I’ve been like this the entire time. It hasn’t just magically appeared.” He sighed as I made it to my locker, still dragging him in tow. Releasing his arm I turned around to face him when I was hit by something and was flung to the ground.

“Fucking shit!” I screamed as I hit the hard floor. Someone was lying on top of me. Blonde hair fell into my face and I sputtered trying to get it out of my mouth. Of course, the blonde hair gave her away. “B-Bitchtard?” I gasped as I struggled to get up. The girl perked up at the sound of her nickname and looked at me as if she was about to cry. My eyes widened, why would she be crying? “Um… What’s wrong?”

“I saw you with a hot guy and knew something was wrong! I though you kidnapped him and-and WAAHHH!!!” My face went blank as she said this. “Don’t become a bad person! Don’t!” She started crying then and I just stared at her head as she buried herself into my shirt.

“Glad to see you have so much faith in me BT.” I pushed her off of me then and stood up, putting my hands on her shoulders I forced her to look at me. She wiped her eyes with the end of her sleeve and let out one last sniffle before looking me in the eyes. “I didn’t kidnap the yummy boy over there. I am not sexually molesting him, yet. And I most definitely have not broken the law. So snap out of it bitch.” I shook her then and saw a small smile appear on her face.

“I knew you were a good person. For the most part that is.” I returned her smile.

“Of course I am.” I then let out my evil laugh and she joined in. Once we were done we both turned to England at the same time. He wasn’t in shock this time like he was when I was with Reggie. I raised an expecting eyebrow at him.

“I’ve gotten used to you and your stupid friends already. I have had lots of practice spending time with Alfred and all.” He waved his hand dismissively and I snorted. Abeni looked taken aback for a moment and I gave her a puzzled look.

“What’s your name?” She asked England.

“Arthur Kirkland. And yours?”  She gasped and completely ignored his question. She then turned back to me and started jumping up and down as she hyperventilated.

“I-I-I-I!” She chanted as she continued to bounce. I started imitating her actions, jumping in unison with her.

“Its. My. Job. To. Be. The. Spaz. Stop. Stealing. My. Lime. Light.” I yelled at her. She finally stopped her bouncing as she suddenly turned serious.

“Arthur and Alfred as in England and America from Hetalia?” I took in a sharp breath and could hear England do the same. I completely forgot! I told Abeni everything, so naturally she knows about Hetalia and what the characters look like. Shit.

“Wh-What are you talking about silly bunny?” I laughed nervously as I shot worried glances at England. “That’s impossible.”

“Okay.” She said plain and simply. I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God she was the easiest person on earth to convince.  

“BT. You have some serious problems.” I stated proudly, putting a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged before grabbing my wrist and dragging me away. I let out a small yelp before shooting my hand out and grabbing England’s wrist again.

“Hey!” He yelled at me sounding annoyed. “Stop dragging me around all the time.”

“If I don’t the she-devil-hyena-rapists-whores will get you! Then my dreams of meeting Feliciano and Lovino will be crushed!”

“I knew Arthur is England!” Abeni shouted behind at the two of us. I rolled my eyes knowing that she was just joking. She had no idea what Italy and Romano’s human names were. Climbing up a stair case, speed walking down a hall, and jumping down another flight of stairs we entered the lunch room.

“Fun.” I said to myself as I saw the huge lines to get food. It’s not that I was worried about waiting in line. It’s just that almost all of the middle school was here. They noticed new people and swooped in on them like vultures.

Immediately someone noticed us.

“Who are you?” I looked up to see Drake sizing up England. His black hair was in the old Justin Beiber hair cut style and the usual goofy grin on his lips. I shot him daggers which I knew he wouldn’t notice. Before England could respond a thought popped into my mind and I grinned deviously to myself. Abeni noticed and gave me a worried look.

“Kolkolkol.” I chanted under my breath. Giving England a side hug I squeezed him tightly. “This is my boyfriend, Arthur.” I had the happiest, most genuine smile I could muster on my face. Looking up at England I saw that he was about as red as red gets. So much for the country having the most weird sex scandals. He blushes when a 14 year old hugs him. Pathetic. I knew he was a pedo.

“Wh-Wh-What!?” He exclaimed, to shocked to try to pry me off of him.

“What are you talking about silly?” I asked in a teasing tone. “You’re my pumpcake.”

“What the heck’s a pumpcake?” Abeni asked. I wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t freaking out over me announcing that Arthur and I were dating. She knew it was a lie anyways.

“It’s a mix between a pumpkin and a cupcake. I couldn’t choose which cute nickname so he’s pumpcake.” I grinned at her before returning to look at Drake. His eyes were wider than Lavi’s when he saw England and I together.

“Holy shit! Elizabeth has a boyfriend!” He screamed at the top of his lungs and the entire lunch room went silent.

“No-No! You’ve got it wrong. I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” England sounded flustered before looking down at me and pushing me away from him. “We are most certainly NOT dating.” Everyone was staring at us by then. I got down on my knees, looked up at the ceiling and raised my hands into the air.

“LET ZE TORTURING BEGIN!”

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Hmmm.... I actually accidently called my friend 'pumpcake' it was a funny moment. And I have said 'Let ze torturing begin.' screamed it actually. And by torture I mean TORTURE it was living hell... *shivers at the memory*