Hetalia Fanclub!!!

[Katgirl75]

@Lithy Because i, like, thought of it first dangit! >.<

[mundy]

@Feliks; ...Yes, you did..

[Katgirl75]

@Lithy So I, like, Deserve to call you it and noone else!
(Plus Liet is so, like, yesterdays name for you~)

[Lore-heika]

PART V:

Lovino merely stared in horror at the hand lingering forward to snip the curl. Granted, most people wouldn't be bothered by such an action, but... Well, lets just say the curl was an entirely different concept on its own. The Italian, thougts clouded by his own paranoia, reached up subconsciously to place a protective hand over the curl, wincing with a flight whimper as he managed to tuck it semi-neatly behind his ear. "S-See...? It's not a problem! So... B-back off with those!" he snarled, biting his lip slightly as he removed his hand.

Vash's hand fell hesitantly as well, though he continued to eye the Italian with a scrutinizing glare of suspicion. Something was up with this newcomer... Something he wasn't particularly fond of. And then there was that curl... Why, the Swiss student wanted nothing more than to pluck it off. 'Twas no more than the bane of an OCD individual, after all. However, for the time being, he placed the scissors on top of a desk and walked back towards the front of the classroom to read off the rest of the dry-toned rules.

Lovino let forth an exhale of ultimate relief, heart rate plummeting significantly. That could have ended frightfully horrid... All the same, a thought struck him suddenly, causing his nails to dig further into the side of his plastic chair. If this was standard procedure, then what if Feliciano had been...? His younger brother had been placed into a different class- a math class of some sort- for his first period, so what if his curl had been...? Oh, if some sorry SOB had the nerve to pluck Feliciano's curl, he would-

"Class dismissed," Vash announced after a bell had rung. He added "And good riddance..." under his breath as students exited the classroom. Oh, how he hated being the class rep...

Lovino, on the other hand, was the first one out, trying to get as far away from Vash, Gilbert, and the rest of those maniacs. He had an elective class next- Home Edu, to be exact. Why was he taking such a stupid class? It had been the only elective to have free space open. That also explained why he had been stuck in woodshop...

Silently, he passed down the hallway, catching sight of his brother and snatching him by the shoulder. "Feli! You're alive! And... Your curl...?" Indeed, the curl still stood erect from the younger Italian's head. Thank God...

"Ve, that class was fun! But our class rep was only awake for about five minutes... But we talked about kitties and fun stuff like that! And now we have Home Edu together! Lets raise a baby togeth-"

Lovino moved to strangle his brother, though found himself being dragged through the crowd by someone. A short girl grabbed onto his shirt, leading him and his brother into their Home class. "Alright, you foreigners, you're only given five minutes between class, so get a move on! I heard you talking about being in HomeEd, so since we're in the same class, I thought I'd guide you two the rest of the way. I'm Giselle, from the Island of Seychelles- don't forget it. Come on!" The girl entered the classroom and took her seat, beckoning for the Utalians to do the same.

"Oi, Ludwig~!" Feliciano chirped happily, taking his seat beside the familiar blonde German and smiling. "How have you been? What about Gilbert and the dogs? What're their names again? Brownie, Splitz, and Asterick?"

Lovino frowned at his brother's enthusiasitic ways about seeing Ludwig again, though snickered to himself at Ludwig's apparent dread. Hah, served the &@$!@%# right. Something about those two German brothers just rubbed him the wrong way.

This class, at least, seemed to pass in relative peace. Though, all the same, he couldn't help but dread the fact that they would be taking care of fake babies soon... Ugh.

Luckily, the bell rang for lunch an hour afterwards.




The lunch chapter is next, and that should be really long.

[mundy]

@Lore yaaay!

@Feliks erm, sure.

[Katgirl75]

@Lore awww~ XD Why'd it have to end there??? >.< Yay lunch chapter of awesomeness (like Prussia XD)

@Lithy You agree! *glomps*

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Last part of my Attempt a story.. part 13:

The bullet hit it's mark.. Splattering blood on Lithuania and the white couch. Slolwy, Russia's breathing left him from loss of the crimsion blood. And so, Russia was dead. Lithuania felt joyu, accomplished, but also griefed. He had killed his friend, enemy, and one-sided lover. He felt the horrible grief hit his body and he felt himself fall again on his knees. he felt the tears wash down his cheeks and mixed with the blood that splattered there as well. The salty tears fell, staining the white carpet as well and leaving little wet spots. He couldn't stand it. Another death.. Why did there have to be so many in one day?
He had thought Russia to be invincible. Like America.. But he had been proven wrong.
Everyone he had loved.. Or were once friends with. Gone.
He had wanted freedom. But not like this. he needed- no wanted, Friends. Someone to laugh and hug. Someone to smile and tell him everything was alright..
He had none of it. He was alone in this world one way or another and it scared him.
Then Lithuania rememebered.
The gun.
Slowly Lithuania reached forward and grabbed the cool metal of the barrel of the gun and smiled weakly. This was his only option.. Wasn't it? He pulled the gun towards him and kept his smile as the Lithuanian held the gun over his heart, Russia's crimsion blood stained on his white shirt. White.. the pure color, stained red with his doing.. All his fault.. It was all his fault..
Toris said his goodbyes, accepting death easily and his finger tightened on the trigger. He could see all his friends where he was going and he was okay with that. Happy to be exact.
And Lithuania pulled the trigger.
The bullet went into his heart and stayed. Lithuania had falled backwards and stared blankly at the ceiling. He was finally going to see his friends, no matter how selfish it seemed of it he could finally be free of his pain.
And noone would care that he had died or not.
Slowly Toris slipped his eyes closed...
And he was gone.
6 deaths today.. all in the course of 24 hours. 6 funerals and 6 countries gone.
Everyone was affected.
Yet noone knew why it had happened.
They just knew that those 6 countries.. were no longer apart of the world.
They would be missed.
But they also would be forgotten.

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It's doneeee And horribly depressing. XD

[Lore-heika]

PART VI:

The moment the glob of speckled potato mush was plopped upon his lunch tray, Lovino knew undoubtedly that this moment of the day was going to be one of the worst times of the day.

As though the fact that he had been forced into eating some crappy potato thing wasn't bad enough, he now had to find a legitimate place to sit. Anti-social as he was, the idea of sitting alone wasn't the most appealing... He glanced subtly around, seeking out a decent group of people to sit with. In the end, Antonio had motioned for him to sit with the Spaniard and his friends, so he had initially taken that offer and sat down beside Antonio.

"Hey, Lovi!" Antiono said happily, scooting over to give him room. The Italian cursed silently about the nickname, though gave no further disapproval as he looked over at the three other guys sitting at the table. THEY all had packed lunches. &@$!@%#s. "These are my best friends, Gilbert and Francis!" Wait... Gilbert and Francis? No. NO. Say it wasn't so...!

"Ooh~, quite the little catch you've got here, Antoine," purred the Frenchman, reaching over to stroke the back of Lovino's hand, to which the Italian responded with a yipe and a swift repulsion away. "Hm, and a fiesty one, non?"

Gilbert, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and stabbed at his potatosalad with his fork. "Heh heh, Giselle's not gonna be happy about this, Francis!" he teased, talking between bitefuls of mustard-yellow potato. "Cheating on her with the Italian spitfire..."

"Anyone who knows me KNOWS that I bend either way!" At that, Lovino choked on his milk, coughing violently into his fist and wiping his chin.

Antonio gave an overdramatic look of distress. "¡Aye, Lovi! Don't die!" He thumped Lovino on the back with his palm, giving Lovino stronger reason to move. He wordlessly stood up from his spot at the cafeteria table and walked away, dumping the tray of potatoes and instead grabbing another milk carton. That would have to do for the time being...

"See Lilly? If you take x and substitute it over here, then-" Wait, hold up! Had that been the maniacal Vash from earlier? But he didn't SOUND about ready to shoot anyone... If anything, he sounded affectionate! Lovino peered out of the corner of his eye, catching Vash and a blonde girl sitting at a table alone, going over Algebra concepts. The girl actually resembled Vash in the slightest... Perhaps they were related? That would explain the odd affection. Hmm...

Glancing past them, he caught sight of Feliciano, sitting beside Ludwig. While the German created a whole new string of curses inside Lovino's head, he would be safe enough sitting with his brother. He turned on his heel and began to walk towards the table, passing Vash and Lilly-

- and tripped not-so-gracefully over somebody's bag, falling to the ground. Ouch... %*&@, that hurt! And he had spilled his milk carton too... He stood up, setting the tray down to brush himself off when a murderous aura suddenly emitted from beside him. The Italian stole a reluctant glance to his right to see Lilly, The back of her uniform soaked in white liquid.

Oh... And then there was Vash, who has glanced up from the Algebra homework to glare at Lovino, nails embedded into the sheet of paper. A thought crossed Lovino's mind- perhaps, by chance, this Vash guy was the overprotective type...?

Oh.

OH.

Oh... #%*&.

Vash rose from his seat and cleared his throat, breath deepening. "Lovino. I don't know what idiotic impulse you have that makes you feel the need to anger me. Whatever it is, however... Just shut it off before I REALLY feel the urge to shoot you." Lovino shuddered. Scary freak...

"... Actually," Vash said suddenly, interruting Lovino's profane thought processes. The Swiss smirked, sitting back down. "Take a seat, clean up Lilly, and apologize. THEN we can have a talk." Ah, this would be wonderful. This Lovino guy was the type to really rattle his nerves, so breaking down his foul exterior would be absolutely hilarious.

That, and there was never anything better to do.

Lovino opened his mouth to protest, but merely responsed with a "... $@%# you..." and took his seat beside Lilly, facing Vash. He was doing this for Lilly, nobody else. He didn't mind most girls, and she seemed kind enough, but the fact that she was related to Vash made her automatically off-limits. "Yeah, sorry," he managed, averting his eyes andhanding her a few napkins.

"So Vargas," Vash began, smirking slightly. "I see that your hair is sticking up again. You're gonna have to cut it eventually, you know."

"No #*&$ing chance, cheese-freak!" Besides, it couldn't really be plucked... "And you! What's up with the gun? Isn't that ilegal?!"

"I have been permitted to carry one by the school board." That still doesn't explain WHY the %*#@ you would have one! "So where'd you go before Hetalia Academy?"

"None of your &$!% business!" Lovino snapped, though sighed and gave in a few seconds later. "A Catholic school in Rome. Thats all you need to know."

Lilly's eyebrow rose. "So why did you move?"

"..." Lovino remained silent. That... That wasn't any of their business.

And it was about that point in time when he felt a hand on his back, beginning to hover lower.

Wait, WHAT?!





... I'll leave you there for now. ;D

[starsinherwake]

@Lore: Awesome job, you're really good! One thing: I thought Seychelle's name was Michelle, but Giselle still sounds cool. =D Also, the Bad Touch part made my DAY. XD

EDIT: OMG I HAVE 888 TOTAL FORUM POSTS! =D

Now, for those of you who have been wondering what would happen to Germany and his boss...
(Probably just me. XD)

...HERE'S MOAR OF MAH DOITSU DRABBLE!
(I think it's part 3.)
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Feliciano stood there, watching his friend consumed with grief. He'd never thought that Ludwig would ever say anything like that. It surprised him that he'd never noticed before; now that he looked back, Italy could see that Germany was almost always alone, everyone except him and Japan too afraid to approach him. No wonder he was lonely; no wonder he felt that he had no friend.
Poor Doitsu...

Ludwig stood there, hands curled into fists, hoping that his boss couldn't see him about to start bawling. Hoping that the light wouldn't shine off of the tears rolling down his cheeks. Hoping that he still had the guts to stand up against his boss. Maybe even hoping that his boss cared.

The dictator stood up, moving from his seat over to Ludwig. He soon stood in front of the quaking young man, face to face with his nation. "Deutschland..."
Germany looked up at being adressed. He'd never been this physically close to his boss--nay, any of his bosses--before.

SLAP.

His boss' hand flew briskly against his cheek, making him recoil, almost all the way into the window Italy was spying through.
"I WILL HAVE NO MORE OF THIS!" The dictator's eyes blazed as he stood towards the blond. "Stop this insolence NOW!"
Ludwig managed to regain his posture, hand pressed protectively to his cheek. He didn't speak, except to whisper, "Ja, Mein Fuhrer."
"Do you think you can defy me? DO YOU?!"

Another slap rang through the air, making Ludwig almost fall into the floor from the force. Feliciano, watching from outside, was mortified. He'd never known that a nation's boss could get away with... whatever this was. Whatever it was, though, he didn't like it at all.

"Nein, Mein Fuhrer..." Germany whipsered, almost whimpered, in response.
"Do you think you have power? Well, let me tell you, you have less power here than a bum on the streets of Berlin! You're just a doll, just a figurehead, representing the people. You don't matter! You never have! You never will!"
The man was completely enraged, face red and voice harsh.
"Ja, Mein Fuhrer..."
"You're weak, dumb and, Hölle, you're not even HUMAN!"

The words stung Ludwig worse than the strike to his face. He'd always wondered if he was actually a person, deep down. Wondered why he lived so long, why he never died when fatally injured, or, also, why he could never interact with the "normal" people.

Veniziano, outside, payed no attention to the meaning of the words, just to the fact that whatever that mean guy said, it must've been pretty bad. It hurt him to see Germany getting beaten on, just because he wasn't used to seeing Germany getting beaten on at all.

The dictator smoothed the hairs that had jumped out of his style when he had been yelling. He continued, glaring acid daggers at the berated nation. His voice regained composure, though behind his tone, one could sense unkempt anger. "I've had enough of this. Fine then, we'll keep that retard you call a friend. Italy can stay."

Germany looked at the crimson carpet, barely able to see the slight blood from his cheek that had seeped into the it. "Ja, Mein Fuhrer. Vielen Dank, Mein Fuhrer." He uttered mechanically, emotion void in his voice.

"You should be thankful." His boss snarled. "This little discussion is dismissed. You can leave now."

"Vielen Dank noch einmal, Mein Fuhrer." The blond whispered in a miserable monotone. As he turned to open the door, the man stopped him.

"Warten, Deutschland."
"Ja, mein Fuhrer?"
"Face me." The blond faced the dictator. "Now, listen to me, and listen closely. If the events of this little 'talk' between us get out, when I'm done with you, you'll wish that you were in one of those work camps."
"Ja, Mein Fuhrer. I promise it will not be an issue." "Work camps"? Germany wondered. What camps? He had no inkling of what his boss was referring to, but decided not to ask about it, if only not to risk more scolding.
"You may now go." His boss said, waving him towards the door. As Ludwig reached the door, he heard his boss say one last thing.

"One last thing, Deutschland."
Germany stopped to listen.
"I don't care if you're my nation. You disgust me."

At that, Ludwig gently opened the door, and walked as calmly as he could through the halls. As soon as he got outside, though, he ran as quickly as he could to the place he was supposed to meet Italy before he "talked" with his boss, hoping he wasn't too late.

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Italy ran as quickly as he could away from that window, back to the area he was supposed to meet Germany at, and hid behind the tree that was around a couple yards away from the clearing. He saw Germany approach the clearing, and do a sweep of the area from his place, not finding his subordinate.
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Ludwig searched for Italy. Not to the left, not to the right. Not behind him, not next to him. Not above him, not under him...

Where in Gott's name was Italy?

He fell to his knees, unable to hold back the grief that had been threatening to consume him after the slapping. He was alone. Again. It wasn't any different than usual, he should be used to it. He should. But, now that the cruel words from his boss bounced around inside his head, it all became too much. He fell forward, and began to sob.

"Why..." Ludwig whispered to himself, the tremulousness of his voice surprising him, making him feel weak. "Why am I always alone...?"
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Italy watched his friend fall to his knees. It shocked him to realize that Germany was now sobbing uncontrollably, and it made him feel uncomfortable. He could hear Doitsu whisper, if only to himself.
"Why... Why am I always alone...?"
The blond sobbed even harder after saying that, shoulders heaving uncontrollably.

As Feliciano watched his friend, sobbing and helpless, he felt a peculiar sensation--it scared him when he realized that it was his heart breaking.

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SORRIES FOR THE LENGTH, AND SADNESS, I KNOW I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON. DX DON'T WORRY, IT'LL GET HAPPY SOON, I SWEAR!

[Lore-heika]

DOITSUUUUUUU~! TT^TT
*hug* We're all here for you~!

And Seychelles doesn't have an official human name, as far as I know. So I went on behindthename.com and picked something random and French.

And for that matter... LIETTTTT~! TT^TT

[coop]

@Olivia: Jesus Christ, I'm all deppresseddddd by th't. D:
....But I feel happy f'r Lithuania.

I dun have the mental capacity t' read all 'f this stuuuuuuuuff! Must take a breeeeeak fr'm reading...