Hello everyone! This is my first attempt at writing a Hetalia fanfiction. So I've been watching a lot of the anime, and reading tons and tons of fanfiction lately, and I thought that I should give it a shot, just to see how it turns out. So, give me your honest opinion about this fanfiction. I don't own anything except myself (and I don't even think I own myself anymore). Hetalia is owned by the god himself (lol I'm kidding. Maybe) Hidekazu Himaruya. So, read, review, and enjoy!
Chapter 1: How It All Began: The Beginning of 'The Reader'
How in the world did this happen to me? Out of all the people in the world (which is approximately 6 billion people and counting), I was the lucky one to have this happen to me. One minute, I'm trying to read this stupid textbook, next thing I know, I get startled by some crazy person screaming "PASTA!". I turn around and find myself staring face to face with Italy (Yes. The actual country Italy, or his full name Italy Veneziano) from the show "Hetalia". I recognize that goofy ass look and that short, light brown hair with the ridiculous curl from anywhere, and those gorgeous amber eyes that add to his adorable face-whoa. I'm letting the inner fangirl in me run free. Sorry about that. Anyways, he's dressed in usual military uniform, with that ridiculously happy look on his face. Usually, I would be all screaming in happiness seeing one of my favorite anime characters in the flesh and everything, but this just seem way too convenient and somewhat creepy. I keep staring at him, with my mouth opened, and my brown eyes widen at the young man..er personification of a county in front of me. I take my glasses off my face, wipe them on the cloth (which I knew wasn't going to do anything good because they're really scratched up), and put them back on my face. I pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Ouch! Nope. Not dreaming. I slowly get out of my chair, and take a few steps toward him.
"Ciao Speranza bella!" He pulls me toward him, and hugs me ridiculously tight. So much for being an illusion and a figment of my imagination. I just stand there, letting him hug me. He pulls me away to kiss both of my cheeks, and I start to blush. He laughs ridiculously at my blushing. Though I don't know much Italian because I took Spanish for six years, but I knew that the languages are pretty similar with one another.
"Uh hi. Did you just say my name in Italian?"
"Yup! It's very pretty! Ve~"
"How the hell did you know my name? I never told you name." I say rather strongly. He doesn't even look one bit intimidated by my tone. Typical. He was always way too happy (and oblivious) for me, but I guess that's what adds to his charm and appeal. Yeah, so if you don't know by now, my name is Hope Marianne Boyd. I'm an eighteen year old college freshman majoring in History. And if it isn't obvious enough, I'm really confused at what the hell is going here.
"There was a paper on your desk that had your name on it, bella!" I turn toward my desk, and did in fact see my name...on my untouched World History take home test in pink ink. Damn him and his observance skills that he use at random times.
"How did I forget I put that there? That's not the point! What are you doing here in my dorm?"
"We're here to help you! Ve~!"
"Yeah! Me, Germany, Japan, America, big brothers Romano, France, and Spain, Britain, Russia, all of us! Ve~!" I don't care if he was trying to help me-wait did he say America, Japan, Britain, and Spain? They are gonna help me! This is so awesome! I love them so much, and I'm letting my fangirl get the best of me again. And he said Russia too. RUSSIA? How in the world will Russia help me? Scare off bullies and dogs? Threaten my teachers to give me a better grade? Actually the latter doesn't sound like a bad idea. But seriously! I know I should feel honored to have them help me (even if I have no idea what they're helping me with or why for that matter), but I've seen enough episodes to know that it could quickly turn into World War 3 if they start arguing.
"But what exactly are you helping me with, and why?"
"Nope! I can't tell!"
"What? That's not fair! How are going to trespass into my room, proclaim that you and your friends are going to help me, and have the nerve to not tell what you're helping me with and why?" I ask in a very angry tone. I am literally so close into kicking his is cowardly, obnoxious ass.
"Because my big brother Romano said he would chop my balls off if I told you! I don't wanna get my balls chopped off!" He says while he starts to cry really loud. This isn't good. If my roommates came back and see a crying Italian (and let's not forget that he's a guy) in our room, I wouldn't hear the end of how I managed to get a guy back here and made him cry. There would be no way they would believe that he's a fictional character from one of my favorite animes. And who threatens to chop off his own brother's balls anyway? That just seem too cruel! Then again, his brother is Romano. He's always threatening someone, or calling someone a bastard or the sort. I sigh and walk toward him, trying to calm him down.
"Okay! Okay! No one is going to chop off your balls! I won't ask again! I promise! Just please, stop crying!" His crying stops almost immediately, and he's all smiles again, making me wonder if he's bipolar.
"Yay! My balls won't get chopped off! Ve~! Grazie bella!"
"You're welcome, I guess. If you can't tell me why, can you at least tell me how the hell you got in my room?"
"That's an easy one! You should know that! Ve~!"
"Excuse me? Know what?"
"How I got here, bella! Sei una ragazza intelligente. (You're a smart girl) Ve~!" I'm gonna take a guess that he said that I was smart, or something of the sort because intelligente sounds the same as the way you say intelligent in Spanish.
"Can I at least get a hint?"
"Mi dispiace bella. Germany said I couldn't give you anything that would help." I'm guessing he's apologizing. I think he really does want to help me, but doesn't want to let Germany down (for the umpteenth time), but manages to anyway in the end. If I ever see Germany, I gonna kill him for telling him not to give me any hints. Then again, he would probably kill me before I even put a hand on him.
"Well, I gotta go now. Germany's making me train again! Hasta la pasta!" He says as he waves to me, and disappears with a poof! sound.
"Hey! Wait a minute!" I scream, but I'm too late. He's gone. How does he do that? And how the heck am I supposed to know how he got in my room. Maybe I can think back to earlier in the semester.
~Flashback: Two months ago~
"So, Hope, you're actually enjoying your new major?" My roommate, Alicia, asked me while she's listening to her iPod. Recently, I changed my major from Education to History, and I was loving my new major. I was sitting at my desk, looking at Facebook statuses on my laptop, and shaking my head at the really stupid ones, and laughing at the really funny ones. That's what we did every weekend, or days we got off. We just got back from our month long winter break, and the second semester was officially starting tomorrow.
"Yeah. I told you this before earlier today, or were you too busy reuniting with your man by sucking his face to remember?" I said to her in a teasing tone. She laughed at me while she hit me on the shoulder. I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. It is always so fun teasing my roommate, especially about her boyfriend.
"You know what Hope, talk to me when you find yourself a man, okay?"
"Excuse me, but who says I want a man at the moment?" I said not taking my face off my laptop screen.
"So, you're lesbian?" I put my hand to my face, and groaned in irritation. Sometimes, my roommate was very slow to understand sarcasm, but she means well (most of the time).
"No, you moron. I mean I'm not looking for a man at the moment."
"You always say that, Hope. You don't even make the effort to go out meet them!"
"I do so! I'll have you know that most of my friends here are guys!"
"That's because they all live in the same building! That doesn't count. You don't go out to try and meet them at clubs, or bars! You don't even go to them!"
"Let me tell you why. Whenever you guys drag me to a club or a bar, I just stand there, irritated, and waiting for us to leave. You know how much I hate going to them, and yet you still make me go anyway!"
"We just want to see you meet someone, on a romantic level."
"At a bar. How romantic." I said sarcastically toward her. She rolled her eyes at me.
"At least try to make an effort, and meet someone this semester. Please?" Alicia says as she goes on her knees and beg. Yeah, she really wants to meet a guy and get a boyfriend like her. See, she met her boyfriend when school started, which was around August, and she's been bugging me to meet a guy, so I wouldn't be "alone", or something like that ever since.
"Fine. I'll make the effort if it gets you off my damn back. Happy?" She squealed and hugged me. I rolled my eyes, not really caring about the affection I get from her. I've gotten used to it by now, and at this point, I really could care less.
"Very happy. Thank you, Hope."
"Yeah, yeah. Now let go of me. You've been with Duane today. I can smell the Old Spice on you." She laughed as she let me go, and climbed into bed. It was getting pretty late, and I had a 9:05 class in the morning. I shut off my laptop, and climbed on my top bunk.
Okay so that wasn't the flashback I wanted to remember. But that reminds how my friends are trying to set me up on a date with that Brando guy. Anyways, how the hell does a fictional character suddenly pop up in my dorm room? The weird thing is that it happened two days after my recent shopping trip.
~Flashback: Two days ago~
I was walking to Rite-Aid which was a couple of blocks from Campus. Every time I walk to Rite-Aid I usually pass by a couple of stores, including this antique shop. I walked passed the Antique shop again, this time stopping when I see a box filled with books, along with the sign "2 dollar books!". I had to reach inside the box to see which books they help.
"Well this is a surprise. I never thought I would see a young adult looking at this shop." I jumped, startled at the voice to see it's the owner of the shop. He was short, old white man wearing a green sweater, and a pair of faded blue jeans. He had a couple of hairs left on his head, but he had an awesome mustache, really (and I mean REALLY) bushy eyebrows, and a pair of simple, black glasses.
"I'm sorry to have frighten you, miss."
"No, it's fine. I just saw the books, and I couldn't help but take a look at them."
"A reader. Very interesting. You're from the college down the street?"
"Yes I am."
"A History major. How very interesting and rare."
"Yeah. We're a dying breed. Everyone thinks it's really boring, but I absolutely love it. Who wouldn't want to read about important events that shaped the world today? Everyone should read some type of history. If you don't learn from your past, you are bound to make the same mistakes in the future, am I right?"
"Indeed you are, dear. I do believe I have a book for you that will help you in your major. Wait right here." He said as he walked into the store. I waited for about five minutes, and then he came back with a medium sized, brown hardcover book. He slowly puts it in my hands.
"This will certainly give you a very new perspective on your major. This has everything you need, and much more than you would expect from a book like this. And who knows? Perhaps you can give something to this book as well."
"Thanks. How much will it cost?"
"Only two dollars. It's very old, and needs to be sold." I went to the register, and paid for the book. I put the book in my bag, and left the store.
"Thank you for the book! Have a good day!"
"And you too my dear! Handle that book with care! It's very precious!"
"Sure thing! I'll keep it safe! I promise!" I walked out of the store, and kept walking to Rite-Aid.
I look at the book I bought from that shop. I pick it up from my desk, and open it for the first time. I opened the first page to see nothing but a few sentences of writing in it.
To whom this book may concern,
You have been given the opportunity to become the owner of this book, and to receive an amazing opportunity and title that comes with it. This book for the true lovers of history. Only they can truly understand the concept of this book. Use it wisely, for it could be drastic if it fell into the wrong hands. If you would, sign your full name on the line. Once that is done, we can truly begin. But be warned. When you sign your name on the line, you are agreeing to take on the responsibilities and such that comes with this book. If you do not wish to take them on, then do not sign it, and return the book back to where you found it. But if you're truly confident in your knowledge, and yourself, then by all means sign it. Happy reading and exploring the book! You won't regret it.
Okay, so that somewhat (but not much) explains how he got into my room, I guess. But, I still have a couple of questions that needed to be solved:
1) Why the hell is Italy from the cast of "Hetalia" popping up in my room, defying every law that science possesses?
2) What was so damn special about this book that it had to be so choosy about it's owner?
3) What was so important that I had to write my in this book?
4) What would happen if I did write my name on the line?
5) What opportunity and title could I get from singing in this book?
"I know I'm not gonna get my answers by standing around and asking myself. I gotta do what this 'gentleman' tells me. I better sign my name on the book. Sides, I never return a book I purchase, and I'm not going to start now." I turn the page and see:
This book belongs to:
"Here goes absolutely everything." I pick up my pen, and sign in a pretty good attempt of script my name on the line.
Hope Marianne Boyd
After I finished that, I put the pen down, and wait for something to happen. A few minutes I wait for something to happen. Anything! But, nothing happens. What a waste.
"Well that was a bunch of crap. Whatever. I better get going to the dining hall. I'm starting to get hungry, and they close in a few hours." I close the book, and set it down on my desk. I start to walk to the door, and turn off the light. For some reason, a wind starts to blow (which is weird because the window's closed), and somehow knocks the book on my floor. I turn around, and start to walk toward it. The book starts to glow this weird pink color as it flips pages.
"Ah crap. I'm so screwed." The book started to glow brighter and brighter, as the light illuminated the entire room until I couldn't see anymore. I close my eyes to block out of the light, but it was too strong for me to cover. I felt myself getting dizzy from the light, and I could barely hold myself up. I slowly went on my knees as I put a hand on my head. I close my eyes, and fell onto the floor as everything around me became black and quiet.
And this is how the adventure of my life begin. All because of a happy Italian, and my signature in an old book.
And this is the first chapter! So, review, and have a great day! Until next time!