Hellhole to Hetalia Heaven [ADOPTED BY @pastalover11]

Chapter 2~ "Welcome to Hell" and my New Neighbor

*AN: Good news! In between writing Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 (two weeks apart, cuz I wrote them by hand first) my mom changed her mind about moving! YAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lmao So, ENJOY!*

        "I can't believe she did this. She's convinced she did it for 'us.'" I mumble to myself as I climb out of the truck in the driveway of our new apartment.

Ignoring my mood, my mother celebrates our arrival. "Welcome home!" She chirps in a sing-song voice. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my younger brother shrug.

        Buth both my brain and my heart were screaming that this place would never be home. I grab my bag of my important belongings, and a couple of my boxes. As soon as I had realized that my mother was serious about moving, I had packed a duffel bag of my most important things; such as certain clothes, trinkets, a phone charger, etc. That way I could grab it and go if an opportunity to escape came about. So far, no such luck.

        I'm not quite sixteen, so I'm not legally able to drive yet. I'm definately stuck here for now. Mother says I'll settle in once school starts, which is in three days. She says I'll be happy once I've got new friends,

        But I don't want new friends, at all. I'm probably being childish, but I only want my friends from home. I've got a plan to make sure nobody tries to befriend me. I'm gonna be the homesick crazy who no one dares to mess with.

        'It'll be badass.' I grin at the thought as I unpacked a bit in the bedroom designated for me.

        As soon as all of my stuff was in my room, though not necessarily unpacked, I grab my phone. I need to hear a voice from home, so I call Erica.

        "What's up, girl? You're okay, right?" Erica's smooth voice immediately calms my desperation.

        "I'm cool, girl. But I'm officially moved. UGH!" I complain to her. She's been great at letting me vent to her. I hear her stiffle a giggle.

        "Welcome to Hell, Zera. God, I wish you could've stayed. I would've loved you to have moved in with me! But of course my mom didn't go for it, 'cause your mom didn't. Blah!" I smiled at her antics. (AN: The friend that this character is based on actually did offer to let me live with her at one point. lol)

        "What could I do? I've got a bag ready to go, I could run if I had somewhere to go!" My feeling of needing to leave my mother's household was creeping back as I spoke.

        Okay, here's the plan. First you hitchhike to Buffalo. Then go to Chipotle and under the bench you'll find a passport for Bonisha la Quisha. Keep this in mind because it is now your identity. See you soon." I can hear Erica's hiccups from holding in her laughter. (AN: She legitimately said that, word for word. lmao I have great friends ;) You know who you are, love ya girl!)

        I start giggling too. "That still doesn't give me a place to live, damn it." I adopt a fake British accent, "You bloody git." We both crack up in laughter.

        Erica decided to speak in a whole other language. "Вы станете одним с России-матушки, да?" (Russian: You'll become one with Mother Russia, da?)

        "Da!" Our fit of giggles became hyserical. When I finally caught my breath, I spoke again. "Remember the crazy plan I told you I have? I'm going to do it, first day of school. It'll be hilarious." I smirk.

        "I wish I could be there to see it. I can hear the grin in your voice." She starts laughing again.

        "Because unless there are some seriously impressive people there, I have officially lost my marbles. I'm a loon." I jump in the air to flop on my stomach on the freshly-made bed.