HetaliaxReader-A Heart's Wish 1

"Imagining a different world shows that the person has a dislike for their own natural world. In simpler terms, they think of a different life where they are happy because they don't like their real life. Life is hard but you have to just get on with it" I observed my opponents face, also known as my friend. I flipped my (h/c) over my shoulder and gave my usual uncaring glare.

Our English classes had gotten together to debate about what is a better subject to teach: fiction or nonfiction. Unfortunately I was pitted against my own best friend. The teachers knew us as an odd pair because we were so different but we went together so well. Like Italy and Germany. She was the more carefree and cheerful prone and I being the more serious and, well, mean one.

"Uh" (bff's name) looked back at her friend, wishing that she had gone easier on her again. "Well, um, but fiction lets the imagination grow and yea! Also it helps people be more creative" she finished sounding more like a question.

"Many fiction writers are inspired by reality. Therefore I believe that young growing minds should learn more about the actual world, the roots of fiction, to truly understand fiction. Fiction is just an escape and cannot provide the answers for reality. As a matter fact people who spend too much time in fiction are consumed by it which leads to your now real-world crazy idealists who belong in an insane asylum. The real world may be bitter but it provides the mind medicine to deal with the fictional things" I responded back, coldly. I don't give in too easily in situations like this because I weigh out the results of what will happen if I quit or not. Plus I think it helps my friend, no matter how much it frustrates her or me.

(Bff) leaned over the podium with a confused look "I don't know what you're saying! Speak simple English!!" she shouted.

"I am would you like me to speak simple Spanish instead?" I smirked.

"No! Ugh you're so frustrating!"

"I'm not the American who can't understand her own language"

"Shut up ____!"

"She has a point you know!" someone from her class shouted "You speak English weird!"

"I just use it in a different way than you do. It's a good method to mess with my opponent's heads, using some Spanish grammar rules in English" I explained.

"You get fun out of people's misery don't you?" (Bff) gave a death glare.

"Its called schadenfreude, it's German, and yes I do" I said bluntly.

"Schaden-what? You're so mean ____!" she shoved me.

"Ladies calm down! It's just a friendly debate after all" the English teacher sighed as she drank some water "I think the victory goes to _____"

"No way! That's not fair she used her big ol brain against me! She was playing mind games with me!" (Bff) whined.

"I agree with her it wasn't a fair fight!" another student shouted which lead to an all out uproar.

I was taken quiet aback with this. My eyes widened in shock but I quickly composed myself as a bunch of angry faces glared at me. I felt like I was cornered by a pack of wild animals. I bit my lip and hoped the teacher from my class would help me out.

"Everyone quiet down!" my teacher said with a deep voice. He headed over towards my friend and I. Needless to say we both felt like we were in some hot water.

"I picked you two because I thought with you being friends you would demonstrate the class a friendly debate" He looked at both of us "But it seems more like a fiendish one. I will just call this one a tie" He looked over at my friend "You did bring up good points but I think your public speaking could use a little work." He excused her and then he looked at me.

'Crap' was all I could think.

"Not everything has to be a battle _____. You had good points but you must understand not everyone can understand you. Try not to be so blunt all time so you won't appear to be unfriendly to the crowd. Remember they are the ones you have to persuade, understand?"

"Y-yes sir" I said trying not to sound like I took too personally, but I did.

"Good, now that will be all for today have a good break everyone! I hope to see you next year" The teacher waved good bye to everyone.

I tried to hold regrettable thoughts to myself and tried to get home A.S.A.P. Tragically my friend caught me because her elevator doesn't go all the way up.

"Hey______" she quickly tackled me.

"Cut that out! I could have fallen!" I shouted.
"Hey sorry about that thing earlier it's just you really annoy me when you do that mind stuff" she said.

"It's not impossible to understand; besides I did give you examples. Anyways thanks, my teacher gave me a lecture on how to talk to people in a debate situation" I sighed.

"Hey, hey it's not that bad. Do you want to come over to my house tonight? We could watch some Hetalia" she said in a luring voice.

"Thanks but I can't my mom wants me home soon. I have to do some super fun room cleaning" I joked.

"Uh, I can't tell if you're being serious or being sarcastic?" she tilted her head at an angle, like a certain Italian.

"A little of both actually, oh there's my bus" I quickly hugged her "I can't text for awhile cause of bills so don't text me okay." I said before she caught me in a bear hug.

"Aw~ okay. Bye Germany!" she said dramatically as if we were never going to see each again in her best Italian accent.

"Ja, ja Auf Wiedersehen Italy" I waved back and said in my best German accent. Then pulled her off of me and ran for the bus.

I didn't know at the time but her goodbye was probably more appropriate than my careless one.


"Ugh" I flopped back down into my bed after running a couple laps for my own personal training. It got my mind off of things but I was still upset? I couldn't really understand why everything in my life was in order, I have a great group of friends who annoy at times but I love them, my family was still together, all in all everything in my life was normal and well. I don't regret it but it seems that my mind hear cannot seem to open the doors of happiness as it used to. Sure I have been getting colder as a person over the years but I was still able to enjoy a laugh or joke when it was infectious. So what is the unexplained desertion of happiness? Even me smiling feels unnatural, have I really become frozen? That may be true but I still enjoy the small things like Hetalia. A good place to be in my mind, my little happy place that can make me smile a bit.

"Being a country in Hetalia would actually suck now that I think about it" I said out loud. No one was around so it was alright.
'But I wish I could still be there with them' was a deep wish in my heart that made it unusually warm and pleasant. But thinking about that heart's wish made me sick with despair.
"I'm pathetic" I sighed but my heart kept beating my true wishes and emotions. I drifted off into the safety of sleep.
I didn't know sleeping would help bring me into my current situation. It didn't that I was dreaming about Hetalia either -////-

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"Arthur, Arthur, a hear felt wish has been made! Now would be the best time to use your magic!" The Flying Min Bunny said excitedly.

"That's wonderful! Now I will be able to be the number one black magic master in the Occult Club! Tink, Captain Hook get my things ready!" Arthur quickly got his cloak as his friend prepared the circle. Finally everything was ready.
"Now for the spell of temporary summoning: Voices hear me as I grant the most sincere wish of soul! Ino mino miney rita kita mita mino rhino gigantasaur-"

"Hey Arthur whatcha doing?" Alfred barged in.

"Saralagastah!" Arthur shouted "You git haven't you every heard of knocking!"

Then everything in the room began to shake like if there was earthquake. Potions, books and all sorts of charms began to fall from the shelves and explode into little clouds on the floor. The Archaic circle began to glow brightly and fill the room.

"Crap!" Arthur and Alfred ran out of the room and shut the door behind them.
After a moment of silence they peeked into the room filled with smoke and began to cough. They decided to go in and investigate the damage.

"Damn Arthur what the hell did you do?" Alfred waved the smoke out of his eyes.

"If you had known your manners then my special room wouldn't be such a mess" Arthur shouted.

"Uh dude"

"Honestly if you had just knocked on the bloody door like a normal person then my spell would have worked"

"Artie seriously"

"What is it you bloody wanker!"

"Did you summon a demon?" Alfred asked and stared wide-eyed on the soot covered figure on the floor.

"Why on earth would I do that?" Arthur said and was caught by surprise when the figure began to cough and move.

"Who are you calling a demon" I cough and tried to wipe whatever I was covered in. I smelled burnt and flinched whenever I touched a place that had been.

"Arthur what the hell did you do?" Alfred shouted.

"I didn't anything! This is your fault Alfred!" Arthur shouted back.

I quickly tried to look up at them but my eyes where covered in soot and it got into my eyes "Shiite" I muttered as my eyes began to get watery' Great now I'm going to look like a cry baby.

"Are you releasing sexual tensions again!" an annoyed French voice said, it was Francis.

"Iggy summoned something or someone actually" Alfred pointed at his brother.

"I was trying to grant someone's wish you git! That was until you barged in here!" Arthur shouted in defense.

"Dammit, I made it worse" I said to myself. Trying to ash out of my eyes with hands covered in it wasn't one of my best ideas. It stung my eyes and it made them water more. I felt very exhausted and irritable because I felt like I was forced to wake up.

"Oh what do we have here?" Francis said in curiosity. He made his way past Arthur and Alfred to me "Oh mon dieu, look at what you brutes have done! You made her cry" He wiped out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the soot off my face. It felt nice getting this kind of attention but uncomfortable.

Alfred and Arthur stopped arguing and went to next to Francis. Arthur kneeled down to my left and Alfred was to my right.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry miss" Arthur sounded apologetic. He picked some hair that was covering my face and put it behind my ear.

"Yea me too" Alfred put a relaxing hand on my back.

I didn't realize how much I was shaking until Alfred gave a soothing rub, that was a bit awkward. I held my hand into fists near my face and had kept my eyes shut. Trying to hide how frightened I was failed.

"Mon chéri, there's no need to be frightened. We won't hurt you" Francis said in a soothing tone.

I finally opened my eyes, wide in amazement and shock. The real France, America, and England were around me. Everything felt so real but they looked like their animated forms so could it mean that I'm…