"Well..." You thought about it. You didn't want to disappoint them, you'd feel bad if you said no. But parties weren't your thing, your social anxiety is horrible, having a large amount of people in one room is unnerving--thus why the lunch hall is so stressful. While you were confident in your ability to hide your discomfort--you do it all the time--you just couldn't.
"I'm sorry.. I don't- I don't think I'm going." You said, you felt bad, God, why did they have to look so heartbroken?!
"Oh, okay frau!" Prussia returned to his happy-go-lucky state of mind as you all waited for the elevator to stop.
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Advanced History was just as boring as ever, it's supposed to be advanced, Mrs. Karen, advanced.
Nothing really happened, same ol' same ol'. You sat at the front this time, closest to the door. You wanted to make up for all the days you missed, and getting to class early was a good way for you to do so.
After class, everyone stood up. The rest of your peers leisurely packed up and chatted, but you were quick out the door.
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Cooking was fun, it was always an interesting class with Mrs. Hopkins! She did some simple food education about organic vs. non-organic fruits and vegetables. Always wash your apples in hot water, kids, there's wax on 'em.
After that she let you make what you wanted with the fruit. You, alone again, made a simple fruit platter. The rest of the dishes were quite boring, except two. France and Japan paired up for the fruit dish exercise--an unlikely pair--and they cut their apples into swans. Swans. The other plate was England and America's. They burnt their strawberries in the oven.
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English was a nice break. Mr. Lawson welcomed you back to class, happy you were early. 'It's been a while, lass, since I had a student early'. You think he even cried.
Once class began to fill up you noticed some new students, and boy did they catch your attention.
The first was a full out redhead, he was Scotland. Then there was a ginger, Ireland. And finally a ginger with paler hair than Ireland, Wales. Behind them came Sealand. His eyes sparkled when he saw you.
"Hey! Trusty ally! Can I sit with you?" He ran up to you, grabbing your cardigan.
"Of course." You said, he pushed a desk flush next to yours (strong boi) and sat down.
"Oi, Peter, don't bother the poor lass." A voice, thick with Scottish pride, called out to Sealand. You saw it was, obviously, Scotland. As soon as you looked at him in the eyes he winked. He winked. You swear your heart melted; you didn't show it, but you felt it.
"Oh, no. He's fine..." Feeling shy you looked averted your gaze from his eyes. You looked at Sealand to try and make it less obvious you were looking away out of fluster.
"Whatever ya' say." He walked to the back where Ireland and Wales were. You noticed England looking irritated. Ah, they're brothers, right.
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As England was sitting, surrounded by his idiot brothers (minus Scotland), he couldn't help but listen in to you and Scotland's conversation.
"Oh, no. He's fine..." He heard your voice--sweet as sugar--call out to Scotland. He saw how you averted your eyes from his elder sibling, the soft pink on your cheeks, that made him even more irritated. Why did you react to that buffoon like that? Not that he really cared, it's just that Scotland wasn't the most trustworthy, that's all.
"Whatever ya' say, lass." Scotland said to you as he walked over to England. England was silently fuming. Scotland sat down, chuckling.
"Hey, wee brother, who's the cute lassie over there?" Scotland asked England.
"Belvisida. She's a lady, brother, don't do anything disrespectful." England's words came out more growly than he expected. He didn't care though! Right?
"Relax, wee brother, he's not gonna do nothin' bad to the girl." Ireland laughed a bit at England, making England even more upset.
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As English came to an end you rushed to get to Dutch class. In your haste you bumped into someone.
"Sorry-" You began to apologize. It was Wales.
"Don't worry about it!" He chuckled.
You quickly moved on, walking out of the classroom. Why did people from the United Kingdom have such delectable accents? (accent kink, much?)
You entered dutch, Belgium and her brothers were already there. You walked over and sat at a desk kind of close to them.
"Hallo Belvisida, waar ben je geweest?" Belgium was quick to begin chatting.
[Dutch: Hello Belvisida, where have you been?]
"Hallo... Ik voel me niet goed ... economieongeluk, weet je?" You weren't completely lying, your economy had been gradually crashing, you just hadn't felt the full effect yet. You spoke in a small voice, even though you could speak dutch fairly well, you weren't comfortable with speaking it since it was one of the more recent languages you've learnt. Every language was like this for you, at first. Even if you speak it well, you aren't confident in it for a while. You're not sure why you put off learning Dutch for so long, it was a relatively easy language.
[Dutch: Hello, I've not been feeling good... economy crash you know?]
"Oh, oké, ik hoop dat je snel beter wordt!" She said, not fully convinced but she wasn't going to push.
[Dutch: Oh, okay, I hope you get well soon!]
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The Netherlands eyed you suspiciously. It's obvious you weren't telling the full truth, he couldn't see the full strain of economy crashing present with your being. What are you hiding?
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YOU ARE READING
Alstroemeria
Fiksi Penggemar(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...
