“Welche Schule?” I asked finishing off my pop tart.
“Hetalia World Academy.” Mutter gave a deep sigh before she pulled off to the side of the road and stopped the car. “There is something I need to tell you.”
“Was ist das?” I said silencing my music and turned to her.
“You that anime Hetalia that all your friends obsess over?”
“Ja.”
“They’re all real. The countries are actually personified. I represent Vienna and your father represents Hamburg.”
“Nein, Sie lügen.” I turned from her and looked out the window.
“You represent two cities.” She said. I admit that sparked my interests.
“Wirklich?” I said turning back around staring straight into her blue eyes.
“Yes. Salzburg, Austria, and München (Munich), Germany.”
Wow I was born in Salzburg lived there for five years before we moved to München lived there for eight years, before we moved to Hamburg for two years then we moved to this crappy place.
“Now there are some more things you will need to know.” Mutter said. “You are related to Professor Germania so ask for him as soon as you get there. My older brothers will look around your age so don’t question it. And above all else. Stay. Away. From. France.”
Around an hour later we pulled into this place that looked like a castle.
“You know I love you right?” Mutter said taking my face on her hands.
“Ja, Mutter.” I said a bit confused.
“Well this school is more like a boarding school. You will be staying here year around. I’ll visit when I can, and you cam come home on the weekends and in summer.” She was tearing up. “I had the movers bring your stuff here so it should all be in your dorm.”
“Es ist Ordnug Mutter. Ich bin nich böse.” I said smiling. “Ich liebe dich auch.” This will actually be fun.
“Alright let’s go then.” She said getting out of the car.
“Mutter.” I said standing in front of the main doors. “Wer sonst ist in unsere Familie?”
“Germany, Prussia, Berlin, Switzerland, Bern, Lichtenstein, Vaduz, England, and London. If anyone asks England and Prussia are twins. Though they probably won’t.” She said as a stoic looking man with long blond hair, which reminded me of my father’s, opened the door, he couldn’t have been more than thirty. “Oh and lets not forget your grandfather Germania!”
“Good to see you again Vienna.” He said in a gruff voice that was heavy with a German accent.
“You too Vater.” Mutter said hugging him.
“This is your daughter?” He said looking at me.
“Yes Vater.” Mutter said smiling.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He said giving me a small smile.
“Auch Sie Herr Germania.” I said bowing my head respectfully.
“Do you not know English?”
“No Vater. She does. She is refusing to speak it.”
“Now that won’t do. Every student in the school knows English and many of them won’t be able to understand her.” Germania said. “You are going to have to speak English.”
“Sie können mich nicht zu machen.” I hissed at him.
“Ich kann und werde ich. Jetzt Englishch.” He said in a voice that held so much authority that I wanted to obey him. But being the thickheaded idiot I am I didn’t.
“Nien.” I growled. “Englisch ist die Sprache des Teufels.” I spat out that last part. By now both my mother and Germania were red in the face. My mother because of embarrassment, and Germania out of anger. We had also brought in a good sized crowd of students, all in quite horrible uniforms that I will not be wearing.
“Germania, please. Let’s not start a fight now old friend.” A man around thirty with dark brown hair said as he stepped out of the school and placed his hand on Germania’s shoulder.
“Rome she is being difficult.” Germania said glaring at me as I gave him a smirk.
“I know another German who could be just as difficult when he was her age.” The Italian said smiling happily.
“I was never this difficult and neither was Prussia.” He said.
“That wasn’t the German I was talking about.” The dark haired man laughed.
“England is still difficult and I have given up on him.”
“Well that’s not very nice!” A loud British, voice said as a man with dirty blond hair and the largest eyebrows you will ever see pushed through the crowd. “Hi. So you’re the new student that refuses to speak English? Well let me introduce myself.” The Brit said. “I’m Arthur Kirkland, also known as England.”
