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(I'm completely torn between one of the following: A school RP, a slice of life sort of thing where we just meet them at our job or something, or using the main story and RPing a nation.. or anything else. But I don't know where you want to start with the story, to make it comfortable. Because i'm fine with anything. I just like to write ^^ So this will be the only short one. :3)

Crystal sat up in bed and stretched her arms towards the ceiling lazily as she awoke. The birds outside of her window had been chirping loudly. Signaling the start of another summer morning. She stood from the bed and shut the window closed. Suddenly the humidity hit her. She wouldn't be able to get back into bed with all of this. She glanced over at her clock, her eyes could barely make out the red numbers as they were still blurry. She picked up the clock from her dresser and squinted her eyes to look at it. "F-Four thirty in the morning? What.. What kind of birds are living in this neighborhood." she groaned as she set the digital clock back down. She walked into her living room and grabbed the television remote from the floor to turn the news on. Mostly for background noise. Since she disliked hearing sad news. Which was all she ever heard on the news channels. She'd just moved into this apartment two days earlier, so there were still boxes lying around that had been unopened. "I wonder who else lives around here.." A smile formed onto her lips as she thought.
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(Well, how about mixing it all together? As in we're at school, some of the Hetalia characters can be the teachers and we can also follow along with the storyline here and there as well. :D)

When Russia awoke that chilled morning, it was to the sound of obnoxious song birds perched on the branches of the old plum tree situated outside his window. Despite the strong urge to equip his handy water pipe, he chose to follow the scent of blini* and syrniki* down to the dining area. It was, as usual, an early morning breakfast served by the only other tenant of the house.

“Ah, good morning Russia-san,” the woman greeted the owner of the house as she set the plates of pancakes in front of him followed by a tall glass of milk and syrup. Not once since their first meeting had she spoken to him with a lack of proper formalities.

“Good morning, Miyako-san.” He was no different.

The two sat down to eat on opposing ends of the table and no further words were exchanged as they ate in silence. As if following a daily routine, Russia would only pick at his breakfast and not take a single bite. Instead, he would watch the girl across from him eat as politely as she could with her knowledge of proper etiquette. When she was younger, his lack of attempt to hide the fact he was watching her would unnerve the girl. However, after all these years, she had adapted to his watchful eyes.

As he continued to watch her, his thoughts began to wander to their past. They had been together for the past eleven years; ever since she was chosen to replace China as Russia’s ‘target’ so that her elder brother could work in peace. Because of that, the past Russia had been unusually cruel to the young girl for several years –maybe more so than the Baltic Nations. Once, he even went as far as cutting her hair with a cleaver before locking her in a dark, cramped broom closet. However, when Lithuania let her out, there were no tears in her eyes. She was just shaken.

That was 6 years ago.

When Miyako stood to take his plate that he pushed aside, he stopped her with a curious question. “Miyako-san, what are you wearing?”

Confused, Miyako glanced down at her apparel. “This?” She motioned to her outfit that consisted of a simple navy blue mini skirt and a matching blazer lined with gold thread with a white, short sleeved, buttoned down shirt underneath. Her feet were clad with close toed, black leather shoes and thigh high socks that concealed her lean legs. “It’s my school uniform. We talked about this yesterday, remember?”

School? A place where she can socialize with the other countries without him?

Russia froze.

He was not going to let that happen. Not while he was still breathing.


*Blini: a thin, crepe-like pancake. Blini's are filled with tvorog, sour cream or jam, then the blini is folded around the filling and eaten.
*Syrniki: another type of Russian pancake of medium thickness.


(But I'm confused. Are we in high school or University? If we're in highschool, what year would we be in?)
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(Hmn, well we could start in the senior year of high school. and then move to university and jobs in time. ^^ But i'm wondering whether or not that would work well with your story since it seems like Russia would keep you from school. I think maybe when you start you would have just been home schooled while living with him. I'm not sure, I'll let you decide. You always come up with the most interesting twists. :3)

Crystal tried one more time to turn on the hot water, and again it stayed ice cold. She let out a sigh and looked back as America peeked into the room. She smiled at him, "This is terrible America. The hot water hasn't been working since yesterday." she said and turned the knob to shut off the water. America watched half heartedly. "This is why I said that you could just live with me when you came here. It's not like I don't have the room at home. It's uncomfortably empty." he said as he crossed his arms. She stood and patted his shoulder. "I need to stop relying on others, remember?" she asked and waited for him to nod. When he didn't, she went on "I don't like to rely on others. It just doesn't feel right." she said. "Well it's fine to rely on others. I have money." he said. She looked back at him, "Really? I don't recall hearing that on the television this morning." she said as she bent down to open a box.

America sighed, "That's not a problem for me. I can fix it.. anyway have you gotten any food into the kitchen?" he asked, he hadn't eaten the whole morning. And it was already 9 a.m.

Crystal laughed and shook her head. "Just look around, mostly everything requires at least basic cooking skills." she said, and felt bad for not offering him anything. She stood and walked over to the kitchen's entrance. She peered into the kitchen and smiled when she spotted him holding a carton of eggs and mumbling to himself.

"I know how to make these. I think."

She laughed and turned on the kitchen light, the window just above the counter was letting light in but it wasn't much. "Look, I'll cook for us and while I do.. You can call the plumber." she said. He nodded and left. She grabbed a few things from the fridge and began to cook.

America sat at the edge of the tub, he'd fixed it with no problem. But he wondered if he should leave it as it was. He didn't really like seeing her live apart from him. He met her eight years ago, her parents were close friends of Spain and they'd seen each other at one of the annual balls held by England. That was back then, England hardly seemed in a socializing mood lately.

He looked one last time at the sink. He knew that if he left it broken she'd have to stay with him. At least for a while. He sighed and stood. He walked over to the kitchen. "Done already?" he smiled. She nodded and handed him a plate. "Hurry or we'll be late for school." she said. He nodded and sat at the table to eat.

She sat across from him. "S-So you're gonna be a teacher, right?" she asked. He nodded, "Eng..lish." he said as he shoved pancakes into his mouth. "Y-You don't have to eat that quickly." she said and laughed. He looked up, "But.. " he paused, there was too much food in his mouth for him to speak, causing him to roll his eyes at himself.

He usually didn't eat home made things and when he did it was cooked by England and it was terrible. That was when he was a child though, so he usually had to eat out or cook things himself. He always added either too much sugar or too much salt to things though. So he liked eating at her place. "W'e..f .only.. mm. fifteen." he said. She looked at him with a placid face, it was funny but if he choked this could turn serious. A cheesy smile fell over his face and she grinned. "Okay well the school isn't that far from this apartment. It's probably twelve minutes away. If we run." she said and stood. He sighed, he didn't really want to be a teacher but he had been taking up many jobs lately and he figured he'd make sure that she didn't get hit on in school. She was one o his closest friends and he felt very protective towards her. She opened the door. "Come on, I know it's bad to run right after eating that much but--" "No let's go." he said and ran out the door. She shook her head and shut closed the door. "Alright here we go. It's the last year. Good luck." she said to herself.
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(I think that’s a great idea with the whole senior to university then work thing! We could even do part time work in the meantime. xD Oh, and the whole thing with Russia, don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.  Preplanned a little. ;] And anyway, you should add in your own twists! I’d love to read them! xD)

The car ride to school was a full fifteen minutes of silence–it would have been a half hour if not for the lack of cars in the road due to the Great Depression. The only reason she had the luxury of a car, personal driver and a rather large home, was due to the fact that the Depression had not even scratched Russia in the slightest. In fact, he thanked America for the economic downfall.

Miyako glanced out the polished car windows and allowed her mind to wander as her driver whistled a catchy ditty. She was nearing the age of 19 and today was her first day of as a third year student. However, she was unnerved. This was the first time she had ever been to a proper school since kindergarten. All she had ever known were her unending supply of tutors, all of which were female, who came and went with little to no bonding. Her anxiety did not end there. After reminding Russia of his promise to let her go to school, he fell silent. Eerily silent. She could almost hear the ‘kolkolkol’ emanating from his presence.

‘I must be strong. I wanted to come here,’ she told herself firmly, clenching her fists for courage.

She exited the car with a soft word of thanks and was immediately met by an escort who took her to her class. She caught his name at the beginning but only nodded in response when necessary. Surely it was just as awkward for him as it was for her to have to wait on someone and to be waited on. His name, Ludwig was it? He took her to my class since it was his as well and slid the door open like any proper man would do. For a man who looked as serious as he did, he was a surprising gentleman.

Cautiously Miyako entered the class only to freeze. Her eyes flew wide open and she felt her heart stop.

Russia.

“R-Russia-san! What are you doing here?” she stuttered, unable to compose herself.

“Ah, Miyako-san,” he greeted with a childish smile. “The old homeroom teacher had to retire quite suddenly and I was in the area at the time. So I took some liberties and became his replacement.”

She laughed nervously. Surely the recent turn of events had not been out of pure coincidence.

“Now introduce yourself, Miyako-san.” He returned his attention back to the class.

Taken aback, the girl quickly turned to her new classmates and bowed. “Hello, my name is Miyako Kurohime. Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.”

When she looked up, a majority of the male population –which was a good two thirds of the class—stared at her as if she were an odd creature at a freak show.

“Take your seat, Miyako-san.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Immediately, she sped to an empty seat, farthest from her new teacher as possible. Already embarrassed on her first day, Miyako wondered if it was a crime to bury her face in her books for the rest of the day. ‘What’s wrong? My uniform’s just like everyone else’s... is it because I don’t wear makeup like the other girls?’ she wondered in dismay.

“Just ignore those idiots,” the blonde to her left grunted which surprised her. She hadn’t meant to take a seat next to Ludwig, but it worked and she found a slight smile curl onto her lips.

“Ah, don’t be mean Germany, it can’t be helped since she’s so cute,” whined the brunette who sat in front of Ludwig, also known as Germany. “Hi, I’m Italy! But you can call me Feliciano.”

‘Maybe I misread the situation. Maybe school isn’t too bad after all.’

“Miyako-san, would you like to share what you’re talking about to the rest of the class?” Russia called out. His back turned to her as he wrote several impossible formulae on the board.

Several students snickered and Miyako blushed.

‘Maybe, I still have a lot to learn about school.’

(Hmm... When will our characters meet? Sorry I didn’t consult you about the uniform. ^^ Do you want to make a new one? Oh, and do you want to name the school? Okay? I leave it up to you! xD)

P.S: I loved your part about America's obliviousness!
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(I think that’s a great idea with the whole senior to university then work thing! We could even do part time work in the meantime. xD Oh, and the whole thing with Russia, don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.  Preplanned a little. ;] And anyway, you should add in your own twists! I’d love to read them! xD)

The car ride to school was a full fifteen minutes of silence–it would have been a half hour if not for the lack of cars in the road due to the Great Depression. The only reason she had the luxury of a car, personal driver and a rather large home, was due to the fact that the Depression had not even scratched Russia in the slightest. In fact, he thanked America for the economic downfall.

Miyako glanced out the polished car windows and allowed her mind to wander as her driver whistled a catchy ditty. She was nearing the age of 19 and today was her first day of as a third year student. However, she was unnerved. This was the first time she had ever been to a proper school since kindergarten. All she had ever known were her unending supply of tutors, all of which were female, who came and went with little to no bonding. Her anxiety did not end there. After reminding Russia of his promise to let her go to school, he fell silent. Eerily silent. She could almost hear the ‘kolkolkol’ emanating from his presence.

‘I must be strong. I wanted to come here,’ she told herself firmly, clenching her fists for courage.

She exited the car with a soft word of thanks and was immediately met by an escort who took her to her class. She caught his name at the beginning but only nodded in response when necessary. Surely it was just as awkward for him as it was for her to have to wait on someone and to be waited on. His name, Ludwig was it? He took her to my class since it was his as well and slid the door open like any proper man would do. For a man who looked as serious as he did, he was a surprising gentleman.

Cautiously Miyako entered the class only to freeze. Her eyes flew wide open and she felt her heart stop.

Russia.

“R-Russia-san! What are you doing here?” she stuttered, unable to compose herself.

“Ah, Miyako-san,” he greeted with a childish smile. “The old homeroom teacher had to retire quite suddenly and I was in the area at the time. So I took some liberties and became his replacement.”

She laughed nervously. Surely the recent turn of events had not been out of pure coincidence.

“Now introduce yourself, Miyako-san.” He returned his attention back to the class.

Taken aback, the girl quickly turned to her new classmates and bowed. “Hello, my name is Miyako Kurohime. Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.”

When she looked up, a majority of the male population –which was a good two thirds of the class—stared at her as if she were an odd creature at a freak show.

“Take your seat, Miyako-san.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Immediately, she sped to an empty seat, farthest from her new teacher as possible. Already embarrassed on her first day, Miyako wondered if it was a crime to bury her face in her books for the rest of the day. ‘What’s wrong? My uniform’s just like everyone else’s... is it because I don’t wear makeup like the other girls?’ she wondered in dismay.

“Just ignore those idiots,” the blonde to her left grunted which surprised her. She hadn’t meant to take a seat next to Ludwig, but it worked and she found a slight smile curl onto her lips.

“Ah, don’t be mean Germany, it can’t be helped since she’s so cute,” whined the brunette who sat in front of Ludwig, also known as Germany. “Hi, I’m Italy! But you can call me Feliciano.”

‘Maybe I misread the situation. Maybe school isn’t too bad after all.’

“Miyako-san, would you like to share what you’re talking about to the rest of the class?” Russia called out. His back turned to her as he wrote several impossible formulae on the board.

Several students snickered and Miyako blushed.

‘Maybe, I still have a lot to learn about school.’

(Hmm... When will our characters meet? Sorry I didn’t consult you about the uniform. ^^ Do you want to make a new one? Oh, and do you want to name the school? Okay? I leave it up to you! xD)

P.S: I loved your part about America's obliviousness!


(Okay that sounds good to me as well. We can throw those part time jobs in after classes and such. Our characters can meet at the part time job first and then recognize each other in class or something. and it's fine about the school uniform. I didn't catch the description though so you can pick whichever colors for it that you'd like. and the name of the school. West Valley High School. It sounds normal enough. lol~ so i'm assuming the time period is during the great depression right? That's pretty cool business. ~w~ and lol! it's one of those things that makes him pretty funny to observe.)

Crystal glanced up at the young girl as she entered the room. She felt someone pull on her sleeve and looked at her classmate. "What's wrong Iceland?" she said. He pointed at her hand. "Can I borrow that pencil? I've actually forgotten to..bring one." he sighed. She could tell he wasn't very social. "Yeah sure." she said and placed it onto his desk. "I always bring a spa-" she paused as she looked into her backpack. She shook the bag with wide eyes. She remembered placing at least twenty pencils in here since she was prone to losing them. "What?" she whispered to herself and shivered when Russia looked at her. Iceland placed the pencil on her desk. "I'll ask someone else." he said. She shook her head, "No that's fine." she whispered and pushed it over to his desk. She spotted a black crayon and shook her head at it. 'Oh god. No.. not a crayon. I'm a senior for heaven's sake.' she thought and grabbed the crayon. Her face went red and she heard a small 'pft.' come from Iceland. "Shut up." she whispered and he covered his mouth before he started laughing. She blushed, "Fine laugh it up.." she said. America walked into Russia's classroom and sat in his seat. "Sorry i'm late class, I--" he paused. "Oh this isn't my class." he chuckled and stood. Russia was glaring at him and he smiled meekly. They soon started to argue and she sighed. "Get out." she yelled and America raised his brows. "Oh no you should have been in my class." he said and frowned. "Y-Your students. They're probably waiting for you." she whispered. He nodded. "Right. Have a good day children." he said and ran out quickly. Russia seemed so annoyed now, as if he just wanted to leave and get a drink.

'Wait.. this crayon... ' she thought and squinted her eyes. She looked up at Russia's desk and her face went blank.
Teachers need extra pencils. Don't they? She remembered that as she ran to the school with Alfred he'd dropped a crayon. It was black. He was also carrying her bag, he said it was the 'right thing to do for ladies.' She clenched her fists. "Freaking bastard." she whispered.

America sat behind his desk, he glanced at his students. "So.. you all look healthy." he said. "Except you." he said and pointed to a very lanky student. "Just kidding." he laughed. All the other students sat awkwardly in their seats. He sighed. "I'm going to try and make this last year fun for you all. It wont be so hard as long as you follow directions." he said and went on for a few minutes, introducing himself and then handing out pamphlets that they'd have to agree to and sign. A young girl raised her hand, "Do we really have to give you coupons for hamburgers?" she asked. He walked over to her and pointed at the top of the list. "This section is for extra credit." he whispered, he was quite serious though. And it made some of the students giggle.

After classes ended Crystal looked at her phone. She'd missed fourty calls from him. Her eyes squinted again and she ran straight to America's classroom. "YOU! Did you think it would be funny for me to have to use this?" she yelled, throwing the crayon at his desk. He looked up nonchalantly and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I'm grading papers miss Crystal. Please wait until i'm do--" he paused as her eyes welled up with tears. "I just want this year to be perfect." she whispered to him and he frowned. "It was just a joke." he said quietly and she shook her head. "You do these things and sometimes they're really really dumb. B-Besides, what could you possibly be grading? It's the first day of classes." she said. The principal, China, was walking past the clean halls with a smile. Crystal walked out quickly and glanced at China. "Hello miss." he said and she smiled at him. "Hello." she greeted him and bowed quickly before walking off. He noticed her eyes looked a bit dismayed and then peered into the room at America. He looked confused. The thing about America that was hard for some people to understand was that he wasn't got at differentiating his feelings. He didn't understand why he felt hurt sometimes or lonely when certain people weren't around. China walked into the room. "What was that?" he asked. America looked up at him. "I'm not sure. She started crying because I put a crayon in her backpack." he said. China frowned, "I'm sure that's not all that happened. Be more careful with girls Mr.Jones.. they're fragile. Especially on days like this." he said.

Crystal sighed and placed her backpack into her locker at the cafe she worked at. It was her first day. She spotted a girl with her same uniform on and smiled. "Hi." she said shyly. "I-I think you're in my class.. at West Valley.. High School." she said, getting more nervous now that the girl looked at her. She was beautiful. "I.. My name is Crystal. I look forward to working with you. I'll try hard." she said and pulled on the uniform. She zipped up the back of the red cafe skirt and smiled. Suddenly a tall blonde man came into the room, it was France. "The outfit looks cute on you." he grinned. He grabbed her hand and twirled her around, trying to get the skirt to flip up high enough for him to get a peek at something he shouldn't be trying to see. She smiled. "Y-Yeah it's comfortable.." she smiled. He looked at the two of them. "Alright then, just take orders and bring them to the cook. Then take the orders to the customers. It's easy. Don't forget to smile." he said. "We've got two big customers today for some reason." he said and grabbed their shoulders, leading them over to a small kitchen window that peered out to the customers. Russia was on one side of the restaurant glaring angrily forward. America was on the other, doing the same.
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(Ah, I actually thought you wanted in the depression period since you said something about America’s economic times. ^^” Eheheh. Sorry I made this too long. OTL)

Another upside of being 19 and given some control over her life allowed Miyako the chance to choose a job for herself. At first, she tried to keep the location of her workplace a secret, but knew that Russia would find out within the day. So, she chose an alternative –to work at a small, cutesy café that specializes in sweet deserts. It was a place that no man should be found alone at. Even with his obsessive need to control her, surely even Russia would not enter the shop.

Oh how wrong she was.

There he sat, directly across from the English teacher, America. Both grown men glared daggers at each other, but that was hardly noted by the female patrons that fawned over the two. Just as Russia’s gaze turned to the workers who peered from the small kitchen window, Miyako was quick to pull away and hide from his line of sight. ‘Why is he here? Why is he here?’ she thought to herself in a panic, unsure of what to do –what he would do to her.

“Umm...What’s wrong?” Crystal asked as she glanced worriedly at the girl who squatted on the ground, hugging her legs to her chest as she trembled. She wanted to use her name, but had forgotten it after Miyako’s introduction at school and she was not one to ask again. “I-It’s nothing,” Miyako stuttered with a forced smile. Crystal didn’t buy it though, since the smile looked like a terrified grimace than an actual smile. She looked like she was about to throw up. ‘I don’t get what’s going on but....’ With a sigh she said, “Why don’t I serve our teachers’ table?” ‘it seems like she’s scared of Russia...’ she thought. Although relieved by the offer, Miyako protested. “b-but table number eight is my responsibility...” “Don’t worry about it, okay?” Crystal cut in with a smile of her own. This caused the other to falter for a moment before she allowed a nod. “Thank you, Crystal-san.” “Crystal,” she corrected which surprised the naturally formal girl who then allowed a faint smile to show.

“Then, call me Miyako.”

It was thanks to Crystal that Miyako was able to carry out her work with little problems. Though, Russia’s incessant gaze unnerved her slightly. She was used to this sort of attention t home, but not in public. The entire day she could literally feel his gaze digging into the back of her cranium and it took all the metal strength she had not to look at him. Every time he finished his cup of coffee, he’d simply order another meal or beverage as an excuse to remain in the shop –unlike America who had to leave after the fourth cup of coffee. Still, the man waited outside the shop, hiding behind a newspaper in attempts to be sneaky. She just needed that day, just one day, to collect her thoughts and if he were to drop by the next day and every day she were to work, she would be mentally prepared. Other than those watchful eyes, the work day that passed by quite calmly with only a few incidents involving a shirtless teenager with a yellow bird, a banana and a very talkative Italian.

Still, the day was not over. There was bound to be a sort of punishment for Miyako when she returned home for avoiding Russia. The thought caused the blood to flush out of her features and her hands to tremble as they placed the dried dishes to the side.

“Hey Miyako, you really look sick. Maybe you should head home early or something,” Crystal suggested and saw the hesitation in her new friend’s eyes. “There aren’t many dishes left, I can wash the rest up.”

Miyako paused for a moment, swallowed and forced another smile, thanking Crystal for the offer before she took her leave.

As Crystal watched her classmate leave through the backdoor, she could not help but sigh.

‘Something’s really off about that girl... but... I guess I shouldn’t pry too much. She’s so timid...’

At Russia’s house:

"I’m back, Russia-san...” those weak words that left her lips seemed to echo eerily throughout the dimly lit living where Russia sat calmly by the kindling flames, back turned. There was a frightful silence which broke when a piece of wood in the fire split in half. He stood and slowly turned to her with a kind, child-like smile. Miyako swallowed hard and forced her trembling legs to still before she brought her eyes to meet with his. She was scared, terrified even, but she did not want to give him the satisfaction of her fears.

“Welcome back Miyako-san,” he returned the greeting. When he reached out to place a hand on her head, she flinched and that caused a delighted smile to light up his features. “I couldn’t help but notice. You were avoiding me, da?” he questioned as he grabbed the girl by the wrist and pulled her closer to him. She didn’t answer, but the momentary flicker of fear in her eyes had been caught. “You were so busy looking at other people, you didn’t look at me at all. I really wanted to see your distraught face, da.” The words that passed through his lips did not match the look of innocence on his face. “Miyako-san’s so cruel, treating me differently. I’m the only one you need, da.” His grip tightened on her wrist while his other hand reached out to yank at her raven locks which forced her to stare into his now cold, lonely eyes. “You know what’s going to happen now, da?” he spoke, raising his voice no louder than a whisper.

Miyako wanted to cry. She wanted to run and hide, yet she stood rooted to the spot. Not because of his bruising grip or fear, but there was a messed up portion of her heart that forced the rest of her body to stay.

“Yes, Russia-san.”

The next day:

It was a new day at West Valley High School when Crystal arrived at her classroom a full three minutes before the final bell. As usual, she was greeted by Iceland who could not help but point out that something was off with the new student. “Hey Crystal, isn’t it weird that Miyako-san is wearing long sleeves when it’s so hot today?” This caused the brunette to pause for a moment and glance at the new student whose hands were folded politely on her lap as she listened to Italy talk about pasta, let out an occasional laugh at Germany’s exasperation and exchange pleasantries with Japan. ‘Well, at least she’s made friends,’ Crystal thought with a shrug of her shoulders. ‘Well, I guess I should ask her about yesterday.’

“Morning Miyako, how are you feeling today?” Crystal asked, only to notice Miyako tuck her hands further under her desk. “Ah, good morning Crystal. I feel much better, thank you,” she responded with a smile. That was when Crystal noticed a bandage on Miyako’s left cheek and a tightly another peeking out from under her collar. “Hey, did something...” Crystal was cut off in mid sentence when the class bell rang and she had to return to her seat. ‘I want to ask but I doubt she’ll tell me anything since we just met yesterday... Damn.’
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It's not a problem at all~ and sorry mines is so short OTL

She hurried over towards her seat beside Iceland and sat quietly. Russia's lecture went by a bit slowly, however there wasn't a bit of information that he spoke that wouldn't be on their test, he'd assured them of this. Crystal pencil scratched at the paper and she had a bit of a frown on her face. Russia was constantly looking at the girl, just like the previous day in the restaurant. Crystal looked at Iceland and whispered very quietly to him, "That girl.. her name, what is it?" she asked. "Oh. That's Miwako." he lied, hoping she really didn't know the girls name.

"Miwako.. Miwako.." she said and his brows raised, he figured he shouldn't be too surprised that she was like this. "It's actually Miyako." he said. She frowned, "Not I don't trust you." she said and he laughed a bit. Russia glared at them and they shrunk into their seats a bit, well she did. Iceland glared back. "What?" he said, a little attitude was evident in the tone of his voice.

"Nothing.. you two are taking notes,da?" said Russia in a kind voice, his eyes obviously disagreed with the way that he spoke though, since he looked pissed off.

She shivered a bit and Iceland wrapped his arms around her neck. "No no.. we're too smart for that." he said. Crystal pried Iceland's arm off with a grin. "Y-Yes we're taking notes sir." she said nervously. Russia wasn't paying attention to them now, he was writing on the board. "Then solve these two problems. There will be no multiple choice. It'll be easy, da?" he said.

Crystal glanced at Iceland and he handed her a piece of paper. "Oh goodness.." she said and shook her head.

Iceland walked up to Russia and grabbed the piece of chalk nonchalantly before answering both questions quickly. He left the piece of chalk on Russia's desk and sat back at his desk. Russia turned from the board to the class with a grin. "They're both wrong you know." he said. Iceland shrugged as the class burst into giggles. Crystal looked down at the piece of paper he'd handed her.

"Would you like to help your friend?" asked Russia. "The answers are 365.4 and 986." she said quickly, having read from the paper. He nodded and turned to the class. She looked down at the paper with the answers written in Iceland's handwriting. "Why?" "Don't flatter yourself. He was going to have to write you a new pair of questions if I didn't get those wrong. Then we'd be here all day.." he said. She smiled. "Well alright.. thanks." she said and tucked the paper into her pocket.

"I can't wait until lunch.. I think that I'll try talking to Miyako today. She works with me." she said. "Well it's only five more minutes so be patient." said Iceland plainly.
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(No, no. Mine are way too long! xD Oh yeah, I was reading a Hetalia fan fiction and it had this really cool concept. That the countries and states are immortal beings different from humans that can only die if their government, land and people are destroyed. And I was thinking, maybe this school was just made up (mostly) of these ‘immortals’ and that those who don’t have the names of countries yet are working to be a country or state while experiencing life with the ‘mortals’. But even then they have a choice not to be one of the two. Our characters can be like those immortals! xD)

Finally, classes were over and it was time for lunch. Realizing she hadn’t brought a lunch of her own, Crystal decided to drop by the cafeteria to buy some food before confronting Miyako. From the looks of things, she wasn’t planning on leaving the classroom anytime soon. Miyako on the other hand, thanked her lucky stars that Russia had been called to a staff meeting. Now, she sat alone with her rice balls and boxed fruit drink laid out in front of her. Her new friends Italy and Germany promised to be back as soon as possible. Italy, to buy a plate of pasta from the cafeteria, and Germany, to keep the Italian out of trouble. Japan was busy with his duties as the Student Council Secretary. All the other students were either in the cafeteria or wondering the halls. No one except her sat in the classroom.

When she reached out to pick up her onigiri, she winced. ‘Ah... it still hurts from yesterday...’

“Miyako-chan!!”

With little time to react, the girl was dragged into a bone crushing hug by another girl with an appearance similar to hers. It took all Miyako could do not to cry out in pain. “I haven’t seen you in forever!!”

“T-Taiwan-nee-chan?” Miyako paused. “It hasn’t been that long. Only a year.”

Just as Miyako’s elder sister opened her mouth to protest, she stopped and turned her attention to Russia who peered at them from the outside of the second floor’s window. ‘That’s dangerous!’ Miyako thought in alarm as she remembered the time he had leapt from a plane without a parachute screaming ‘vodka’ after he claimed that the snow would cushion his fall. It didn’t.

“You...” Taiwan growled in distaste. “Why don’t you go stalk China or something? I bet he’s in his office-”

He was gone before the girl could even clench her teeth on the last syllable. With a sigh, she shook her head. “So scary...” Then to Miyako. “Why didn’t you come visit for Christmas? China was so excited! Even Japan was there!”

Miyako gnawed at her lower lip, unsure of how to answer. Last Christmas, General Winter was especially hard on Russia. She didn’t have the heart to leave him all alone in that dark room of his. After all, she had never seen him look so sad before. It was heartbreaking.

“Ah, something important came up,” she finally answered.

“Yeah, I bet,” Her response was sarcastic before she noticed the tightly bound bandages around Miyako’s right wrist. “What’s this?” she demanded angrily as she snatched at the younger girl’s hand, causing her to wince. When she forcefully pushed up her sister’s sleeve despite weak protests, Taiwan found that the bandages were not isolated on her wrist but ran the length of her forearm. The left only differed slightly in length; it passed her elbow. Taiwan was irate. Anger clouded her mind and she dragged Miyako out of her seat.

“How dare he... How dare that- that no good lousy son of a-”
“Taiwan-nee-chan-”
“How dare he do that to you?! How long has this been going on?? Why didn’t you tell us what he was doing to you? That man- no that monster-!”
“Onee-san!!”

Taiwan faltered and Miyako pulled away from her sister’s grasp. “Russia-san is not a monster! He’s just... You wouldn’t understand what kind of life he had to live. His past, everything. So please, don’t call him a... a m-monster.” At that point the girl was in tears as she forced that word pass her lips.

“Miyako-chan...” Taiwan reached out to comfort her younger sister but before she could, another voice called out.

“Taiwan-san! The Student council meeting started ten minutes ago. You’re the Vice-President, you have to be there,” an irritated blonde with thick brows complained as he stuck his head into the classroom only to spot the mess. “Uh...Just... I... umm...Taiwan... you...” With every uncertain ‘uhh’ and ‘hmm’ the man backed out of the class until he was out of sight.

Taiwan simply sigh and shook her head. “Sorry Miyako-chan. Seems like President England needs me now.” With that she stood and exited the classroom. “Sorry...”

Crystal, who had returned quite some time ago had overheard everything, began an internal struggle. Should she go in now? What kind of relationship did Miyako and Russia have? Crystal peeked in and Miyako had already dried her tears and was practicing to smile in front of her miniature mirror. ‘Maybe... I shouldn’t ask just yet... Or should I? Gah! Maybe it’s best if I get to know her first...’


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(That sounds pretty fun, and it makes sense. So I agree on keeping the RP similar to that concept. :3 We're not immortals yet, are we? lol well I guess I'd like not to be one yet and then become one when my character graduates. And your character could already be one, I dunno. haha, but I like the idea so thank you for bringing it up >:D)

She fumbled with the fabric of her school uniform's jacket a bit, she stood quietly outside the door for a minute and took loud steps before she entered the classroom. So that Miyako would hear her coming, and dry her eyes if she hadn't already. She walked over to her desk and peered into her backpack, pretending to be searching for something. She looked up and caught Miyako's eye, she smiled kindly. She knew it wasn't her business to know what she'd heard. It wouldn't be right to confront her on something so personal, she just hoped Miyako could handle this on her own. She really did. Because Russia wasn't an easy burden.

"Hey Miyako. Can I sit beside you?" she asked nervously, when Miyako nodded she let out a small sigh of relief. She sat at the desk in front of hers and looked at Miyako. "You're really pretty you know." she said and smiled as she sipped a straw that was connected to a bottle of orange juice. She figured that might have been an awkward conversation started and giggled a bit. "Work yesterday.. wasn't too bad. I think." she said and smiled.

"No. I don't think it was either. It's actually a little bit fun." said Miyako. Crystal's eyes brightened as the girl spoke. "Right? I'm glad you liked it too." she said and opened a small pack of cookies. She handed one to Miyako. "It's okay to eat something sweet every now and then right?" she said and talked to the girl happily about things. She talked about how immature America could be, compared to other countries and watched Miyako laugh. Miyako could tell the girl liked him, from the way that her cheeks burnt up in frustration when she talked about the kinds of girls that America dated. "Sleazy floozy ladies. I mean, you don't have to show your breasts off that much." she asked and they laughed together.

After classes they walked together to the cafe where they worked, France was counting some money from a register. "Ready for work?" he asked and they nodded. He patter their heads. "I'll be out for the day, there's a new chef in the kitchen so be kind to him." he said. Crystal and Miyako nodded in unison. "Let's go see who." whispered Crystal to her friend. She peered carefully into the kitchen door's window. There was no one, then suddenly a young man walked over to one of the stoves. "Italy?" she whispered. Miyako peered into the window as well. "Yes that's Veneciano." she whispered. "I haven't ever met him, but he seems kind. Shall we say hello?" asked Crystal. Miyako looked down at her nervously, "Should we?" "I don't think we'll have a chance to say anything later." she whispered. Miyako nodded and Crystal opened the door slowly, Italy's eyes were transfixed upon a cake he was decorating. He seemed so serious when doing this, compared to his usual goofy self in class.

It took him only another minute to finish, and when he looked up he jumped, nearly tripping over himself from the scare, a few pans fell over but he was fine. "I-I didn't see you two!" he laughed. He walked over to them and shook their hands, "I just needed a little job so France let me do this." he said. "The cake looks beautiful." said Crystal as she peered over his shoulder, he blushed. "Thank you. It's a hobby.. sort of." he chuckled. "Would you like to try a piece?" he asked. Crystal shook her head, "I'd feel bad if you cut it for me, it's too pretty. Besides it'll sell for a lot. So let's put it up front." she smiled Miyako nodded and held the cake carefully. She brought it up front and people glanced at it immediately, Italy's pastries were always admired by people.
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(Ahaha, no problem! I just thought it would make sense since the countries are all in human form and stuff in the original. xD Well, not yet I guess, unless you want to be immortal. Haha, immortals in training. And thanks so much for accepting it!! I thought I might be being too pushy! Oh yeah, does Ita-chan have a crush on Crystal? xD And I’m sorry for not responding sooner! School is just really piling things on now that I’m in high school.... OTL)


“Thank you! Please come again!” Miyako bade the customers farewell with a cheerful smile and a wave before she turned to stack the dishes and cups onto a tray. She balanced it in the palm of her hand while the other carried another filled tray and made her way to the kitchen.

“Eh, Miyako-chan, a girl shouldn’t carry so much,” Italy pointed out as he took the trays from her hands despite her protests. Placing them in the sink, he turned to face her with his hands on his hips and huffed. “You’re always trying to be independent. Rely on your friends more!”

She stifled a laugh at his motherly nature and he beamed. “Miyako-chan laughed! Well, almost but, it was close!” She could only return the smile, a sad one. When was the last time she had been so carefree as to laugh? She couldn’t even remember how her true laughter sounded like. Italy didn’t notice –or maybe he did—and continued on to say, “When it’s your break, let’s eat cake! I saved you and Crystal-chan a slice.” His grin was sheepish and Miyako couldn’t help but agree.

That was when France poked his head into the kitchen. “Miyako-chan. A customer has requested you.”

Miyako froze and swallowed. “O-okay.” Taking her leave from a confused Veneciano, she took several shaky steps to the door, retying her apron as she went. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her way through the double doors and spotted Russia sitting by himself at a table, beaming at her with his child-like innocence. As usual, she pushed away her innate fear of him to the furthest regions of her mind and walked over to him to take his order.

“What would you like to order today, Russia-san?” she asked politely, readying a paper and pen at hand. He eyed her curiously for a moment only to smile mischievously. “Something that I would like. And a drink as well.” Miyako paused and in that brief moment, her brows knitted together to form a confused look. It was a rather obscure order but nothing that would fluster her very much. Then, with a smile and a nod she replied, “of course, Russia-san,” bowed and returned to the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, Italy had set to work preparing another cake, this time they were separately stacked rectangle pieces of lemon fluff sealed together with white icing infused with honey.

“Ah, Feliciano-san!” Miyako quickly called out, startling him just before he began to pipe while icing over the top of the rectangle cake. “What’s wrong Mi-chan?” he questioned curiously. ‘Mi-chan?’ Miyako paused for a moment before deciding that she liked the nickname. “I’m very sorry but do you have any yellow icing left?” He nodded and she continued, this time with both her palms pressed together as bowed to him, pleading, “Can you please teach me how to decorate a cake?”

Fifteen minutes later:

Inside the kitchen:

Crystal peered curiously out one of the small porthole windows in the double doors while Italy did so with the other. ‘This is definitely not a normal student teacher relationship...’ she thought to herself as she cocked her head to the side. ‘I wonder what’s up...’
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(lmao! you have to get bitten by one to turn into one XDD jkjkjk that would be hilarious. but it's not serious at all LOL aww you're welcome. ;v; it's not pushy! i like your input~ hmmn I dunno. I think that he's cute but I probably wont let that relationship get out of hand.. . LOL XD aww, did you just start high school? >_< good luck ;3;)

Crystal frowned at how tensed Miyako's shoulders were when she sat beside the large man. They certainly were an odd couple when she looked at them, but if they were both smiling instead of tensed, then they would actually look really nice together. But it was Russia, and his genuine smile was as common as America not dating a busty woman. Speaking of the devil. "Bastard." she whispered to herself as she saw him laugh, a woman older than her and more beautiful was wiping his mouth for him. "C-Cake and soda? That's quite a mix huh?" chuckled Veneciano. She didn't respond, so he looked away from the porthole and at her expression. She was frowning and her eyes seemed to be glinting a little tearfully. "Are you alright? Does your stomach hurt? I should've told you that there was a bit of nutmeg in the icing. Are you allergic to-" he paused and heard her sniffle. "Calm yourself boy." she laughed and patted his shoulder softly. "I'm fine, I just kept my eyes open for too long and they got watery. That's it." she said and smiled. He was still looking at her suspiciously though, "Really! Now get to work because that's what we're here for. Kay?" she said happily and grabbed an empty tray. Veneciano nodded and grabbed a new pan, but when he looked back he caught her wiping her eyes with a face that looked absolutely heartbroken. "Crystal?" he said in a low voice. She forced a smile and left the kitchen with three small cupcakes for the school girls. "Here you are." she said politely as she placed the small pink plates in front of the girls. They thanked her and smiled as they looked at their pastries.

"Crystal Crystal. Get me more cake. It's so good." came America's familiar voice from two seats away. She blinked and looked over at him. "I'll be right back." she said, in a sort of dejected tone. America stayed watching her as she disappeared into the back. He watched Veneciano's face light up as the door to the kitchen swung open and his eyes narrowed, staring hard at the situation. What was he doing working here? He could work in better shops at his own will. He owned better shops for heaven's sake. "Honey bear." came a seductive voice across from him. He looked back at the woman he'd brought. She was smiling. "Can we go shopping later? I need new shoes." she complained. "Of course we can." said America happily. He glanced back at the doors. Crystal was walking back. Her face seemed solemn even though the way that she was walking seemed confident, like she was trying hard to hide an emotion. He pouted as she placed an extravagant and colorful cake onto the table.

The price didn't matter to him, she'd learned that. He was willing to waste money without a care, so she didn't mind picking out the cake that was priced at thirty dollars. It wasn't a common price in the shop. But he was 'number one' so that was sure to please. She brought the cake over to him and he caught her eye. Her heart jumped and she drew her brows together. Her hear jumped whenever he smiled. She averted her eyes. "More soda?" she questioned. "Maybe not." said the woman. She was yawning now and staring at the waitress' body line. "Life is hard when you haven't got any breasts, isn't it?" she said. "Oh yes. Very." said Crystal sarcastically and she turned around. In actuality, what the woman had said was true, she'd never get America without a D cup, at least. But she wasn't about to change herself for him either. "Happiness comes from within. Not from men." she whispered to herself as she placed a few cupcakes onto another tray back in the kitchen. Feliciano's brows raised and he nodded. "That's true." he smiled. She blushed, what she'd said was barely audible to even her, but maybe her hearing was bad.

She peered through the porthole again, leaving the cupcakes to sit on the tray and wait, she was looking at Russia and Miyako. It was good that Miyako was taking a break. She worked so hard, usually too hard. But she brought in many customers. Her look was unique, but nonetheless beautiful. Like a rare flower or something. She let out a small sigh and heard footsteps behind her. She looked back at Feliciano as he peered over her shoulder. "Is she okay?" he asked nervously. "I think so." she whispered. "But we shouldn't stare. She'll get upset if she spots us. I think." she said and backed up into him. He nearly fell over and she grabbed his arm, but his weight overbeared her own and they both fell over. "Are you okay?" she laughed. He was apologizing over and over now. "It's fine Ita-kun." she said and chuckled, she felt the back of his hair, searching for a bump with her fingers. He tensed as her fingers ran through the back of his hair, it was one of the most comforting feelings for him. He smiled bashfully, happy to see her laugh. She got up and grabbed his hands to help him up. He gave her hand a light squeeze before letting go. "Thanks." he said. She smiled and noticed that she was in the middle of what seemed like an awkward pause. "Back to work then." she said and grabbed the cupcake tray.
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