Im sorry for such a short chapter, I'm about to go to the rink for practice and didn't have a lot of time for a big chapter, the next will be longer!
-Marzia
Even after your grandfather returned to his happy-go-lucky-ness and said goodbye, your head was still spinning. Your origin? Now of all times? Your grandfather seemed to always keep your origin and his history away from you, the only thing you knew was that the island of Belvisida--located right under Alaska--was formed after the Bering land bridge began to erode away until it pretty much disappeared, leaving a small island behind. That was Belvisida. That was all you knew.
As the bell rang and you stood up you almost fell, recovering you began to walk towards the entrance. An arm was slung over your shoulder.
"Hej søde!" A danish man came into your veiw, following him closely was Prussia and America.
"Hey!" The prussian said, loud as ever
"Sup dudette!" The american greeted, as well.
"Oh..Hi." Your voice trembled ever so slightly, why were you afraid of what your grandfather was going to tell you?
Were you afraid he went through something you went through with America? Right after the great depression, in means to get money in any way, Lauvia was nuked. The president of America then was executed, but still, justice seemed to never have been served. Were you afraid that something like that happened with him?
"Søde, are you okay?" The danish man let his arm slip off your shoulders as he continued to walk beside you.
"I'm good, my grandfather called." Prussia lit up.
"Levriasnia?! Aw, no vay! Das ist so cool! I've met him, he's awezome!" Your grandfather was a big, spontaneous, partying child. Maybe they met at a party.
[German: That's so cool]
"Yes."
"Dudette, so what's-" America began, but the front desk lady, also known as America's boss and the vice principal interrupted him.
"Miss Levitra?" She looked at you, gesturing you to come over to her.
"Yes?" You walked up to her.
"I see here that algebra wasn't your first choice for final period, you wanted art yes?" You nodded. "And you were originally declined since no spaces were open in class, right?" You nodded again. "A spot has opened! Here's your new schedule, and you can go ahead to class." She handed you a manila folder, smiling as you walked off.
As you entered the classroom you noticed you and one other person were the only ones there, looking at the clock you were pretty early. You looked at the other student, it was Sweden[1]
"Hello."
He grunted in response. You sat at the easel next to him and waited for class to fill.
As students began to flow in--including France, Spain, the Italy brothers, and Austria (a country Hungary spoke highly of)--the classroom began to get far more loud. The teacher finally walked in.
"Class! Settle, it's time for art!"
Other
1. I heard Sweden was an okay artist somewhere and I love the big baby so much I had to put him in.
Translations
German
That's so cool
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Alstroemeria
Fanfiction(Highschool AU!Hetalia x Reader) A small country far off the coast of America has been called to World Academy many times throughout her life, what happens when she finally goes? "The flower Alstroemeria is symbolic of wealth, prosperity and fortune...
