Hellhole to Hetalia Heaven [ADOPTED BY @pastalover11]

Chapter 3~ School Day Escape

*AN: Just so you know, if I had been forced to move out-of-state. I actually was going to do this "crazy" plan. Legitamately. I was that opposed to the idea and desperate for a slolution. Don't judge harshly, please. Thankfully, I don't have to move! YAY! lmao*

~First Day of School~

     Curious about my "crazy" plan? Basically, I will look and act like I've lost my mind. Yeah, it's idiotic, I know.

     So here I am, making myself look weird. One half on my hair is straightened, the other side still wavy and frizzy. I have fake contacs in, of different colors. A dark blue in my  in my left, red-orange in my right. I'm wearing dark wash cutoff jeans and a bright red Hetalia graphic tee, along with some strangely colored heels. My mother is already at work, so I don't have to explain to her why I look like a phsyc ward escapee. And strangely, Neville is assisting me.

  To add to the act, I had practiced my gaze to be a nervous flit from thing to thing, wide-eyed. Soometimes I would blink rapidly, barely at all. I turned my mismatched eyes toward Neville, who seemed to shudder.

  "When you do that with your eyes, it almost seems like your expecting to kill or be killed. It's freaking me out, even though I know it's an act."

     "Oder este den yīgè agire?" I teasingly questioned, using a different language for each word. That's another part of my act: say random words in random order in random languages. (Or is it an act: German, Romanian, Norwegian, Chinese, Italian)

     Neville rolled his eyes, not even bothering to ask for a translation. "Come on, let's go before we're late."

        *~*~*~*QUICK A/N: I don't actually speak any foriegn languages. I'm only fluent in English, and I take some Spanish in school. All translations are thanks to Google Translate, so I'm sorry if something is incorrent. Please correct me if something is translated wrong. Thanks. And the languages Zera speaks include: English, Latin, Greek, Chinese, Japanese, German, Spanish, Romanian, Italian, French, Russian, Norwegian, Icelandic, Danish, Swedish, and Finnish. She is most fluent in English, Romanian, Norwegian, Latin, and Russian. Erica can speak in English, Norwegian, Russian, and Latin.*~*~*~*

~*crazy-ass time skip*~

     As soon as I arrived at my first class, I saw everyone talking with their own friends. So, I supressed my stage fright, and started acting like an out-of-control shithead. I knew a few hundred words in each of fifteen languages (other than English), and I put them to no good use. (A/N: unimportant translations at the end of the chapter)

     "Mundus!" I cried out, skipping around  the room for what seemed to be no apparent reason. "Hundur! Mâncare! Katzen!" Now everyone was staring, so I ripped open a fresh scab on my wrist. ""Kirja! Chuánwěi! Svoboda!" As my blood ran down my palm, I realized there was no adult in the room. So I jump out a desk and start dancing to no music. "Ananás! Leda!"

     " Who the hell are you?!" A girl shrieked, obviously shocked by my behavior. I abruptly stopped, becoming completely still and quiet. My gaze flickers around the room from one surprised face to the next. I took a deep breath, summoning all of my inner shyness.

     "I'm... Canada." I slowly reply, my voice barely above a whisper. Every expression changed to those that said 'What the fuck are you talking about?' Before anyone spoke again, however, I threw my head backwards. "Kesesesesee!" I perfectly imitated Prussia's laughter, then I crouched to the floor suddenly. Many of the teenagers surrounding me nervously looked at their friends before turning back to me.

     I slunk along the ground, using my feet and right hand, because my left forearm was still bleeding slightly. I titled my head side to side, looking up at the other students with an interested, narrowed gaze. I creeped around the room, making soft growling noises in the back of my throat while everyone whispered about me.