All my friends, are from around the world. Even I am. I have a friend from Germany, Russia, I have two friends that are both from Italy, the twin brothers. Many, many friends. My name is Wang Yao, and I'm from China. I wear the usual jeans and shirt, and I have my long blackish brownish hair in a pony tail. My adopted brother and sister, Kiku and Tokyo came from Japan. My friend from where we go to school, America, is named Alfred, his brother was born in Canada and his name is Matthew. We have a friend from England, and his name is Kirk. A friend I'm not quite fond of, but I choose to hang out with him is from France. Another friend, surly my best friend is from Russia. His name is Ivan. We've been friends forever, but I'm still the oldest. My friends are quite unique, I must say. I have already graduated college, and that's what I've been waiting for all my friends to do. It's only one more week before we can travel together until we want to get a job. Quite silly, I know. Well, these are my friends, and our adventures around the world! ------------ :3 YAYYY!
I stood outside the big college doors with my knapsack by my side. I was waiting for 3:15 to come around. ....It's 3:09.... I've been here since 2:40 or something like that... Anyway, I graduated out of cooking, and it was amazing! I feel pretty proud. All my friends want a certain job. My friend from Germany wants to be in the army, and one of the Italy brothers wants to be a peace maker for the world so there aren't any wars. His brother is just rude, learning from their cousin from Spain. Alfred wants to be a superhero, which I find impossible. I think he should stick to opening a fast food buisness. Matthew is in art classes to become and artist. Kiku and Tokyo want to open their own restaurant in Japan. My friend from France wants to be a marriage consultant... Kirk is an oddity that thinks he can cook, but he should stick to teaching in my opinion. Ivan said he'll open a bar, but that's impossible with him drinking vodka. I said I would help him if he wanted. I continue to read my book about the olden days in America. I never had cared for it until we did a project on it in 7th grade. The big, gong like bell rang in my ear as I watched the flood of oversized and mice sized children pop out of the grand doors and my eyes wandered to my friends.
Ivan was laughing at Kirk as he hopped out of the cherry wood doors. Alfred was hacking up a lung with a cold, meanwhile Matthew was already sitting by me. "...Yao?" Matthew barely spoke. He called me by my last name, considering my first name is often made fun of. "Yes Matthew?" I replied, flipping the page then putting it in my knapsack. "What did you do today while we were in school?" He has the mind of a child, and calls college school. He isn't social, so when all the guys (including Kiku and Tokyo) go to parties, I often stay to watch Matthew for Alfred. "Hey Yao!" shouted Alfred, slamming a hand on my shoulder. "Alfred," started the French guy-I didn't bother to remember his name- tugging on his sleeves. My Chinese shirt's sleeves were big, but I rolled my eyes and flopped them around before rolling them up. "I'm taking Matthew tonight I suppose?" I asked, taking my knapsack. "Yeah Yao." said Alfred, adjusting his glasses, blowing his blond hair out of his blue eyes. Matthew stayed by my left side, rolling his eyes and glaring at everything with his violet colored eyes. Tokyo hung onto Kiku, squinting. I huffed, "Anyway, I'm taking Matthew to eat Chinese food. We're out, chillens." I said, laughing. "Psssh. We'll be vomiting up pizza and beer." said Kirk, cackling.
I shuffled off to my tiny Prius, opening the door for Matthew and sitting in the driver seat. "So Yao...Where are we going?" asked Matthew, breaking the awkwardly, even though it's still quiet with him speaking. "We're going to go eat, Matt."
._. 0.0 _____________ I turned my keys to hear the car come to life as the clouds rolled over. I hope they don't decide to go streaking. We drive in silence, just about twenty minutes away from the restaurant. I hear a zipping noise, glancing at Matthew and flash back to the red light. Then I turn my head to look at him. He pulls out a polar bear like stuffed animal. "What's that, Matty?" I asked using his nickname. "This is my Polar bear....," he said, hugging it. I mean please, he's in his twenties now. "His name is Canada." "That's a nice name for your polar bear, Matthew." He smiled, hugging it closer. That boy has the heart of a child. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Next door was the pizza shop, ran by Romano, one of the Italy brothers. You could hear the squeak of the super cleanliness Ludwig was enforcing. "Feliciano! Stop getting flour everywhere!" he growled. "Ima sorry, Luddy!~" chimed Feliciano, the younger brother of Romano. The slap of the dough on the counter was hard, and it was metal too. "Would you stop being a clean freak, Ludwiggie?" Romano snorted, throwing the dough in the air. I took Matthew in, calling Ludwig. "Hello, and what do you want?!" he barked into the phone, sounding like a bull. "Chill Ludwig," I said, breathing calmly. "No need to rip someone's head off." Matthew, pointing to the Chinese food we usually ordered, was shaking. "No,I will not 'chill', Yao!" he barked, slamming the phone down. I shrugged and slipped my phone in my pocket, rolling my eyes and sitting down waiting for Matthew. Matthew was smiling, his eyes closed before he started walking. This is what we did usually, we found a place to eat then we would visit Feliciano and Ludwig. I ate my orange chicken slowly, listening to the people around me, then there was that one voice people seemed to hate. Gilbert. Matthew was eating his rice timidly, glancing up at me. "Yao?" "Yes Matt?" "Who are you looking for?" he asked despite my irritated expression about Gilbert. "No one Matt, just keep eating." I said, setting my black plastic fork down and standing up, scooting my chair in and walking over to Gilbert. He snorted as he saw me walking, making the music that was playing impossible to hear. "Oh look! It's Wang!" he coughed, snorting. He was an albino child, which I must say was odd. "I told you, it's Yao !" I barked, slamming my fist on the table, causing his rice to fly on his yellow bird shirt. I hissed before walking back, and I rolled my eyes before they met Matthew. ".....Was that Gilbert?...." he asked, finishing his food. "Yeah, why don't we go visit Ludwig and the Italy brothers?" I asked, taking one last bite before throwing it in the waste bin. "That sounds nice," he said, despite Romano and Ludwig's constant bickering. "C'mon, let's go." I said, holding open the door and smirking at Gilbert. He was furious, his face red with anger. "Good bye, Gilbert." I cracked, saluting before we walked next door. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx As we walked in, Romano was screaming at Ludwig, and Feliciano threw off his hat and gave Matthew a big, floury hug. "Itsa good to see you, Matthew and Yao!~" his childish voice rang. We all agreed he wouldn't survive a war, he would just surrender. He also has the heart of a child, and a heart for pasta. "Yes Feli, it's good to see you too. Hey Ludwig, are you and Romano done crying yet?" Romano barked, still having a stare down with Ludwig,"Not until he's done being a dick!" I rolled my eyes and the two covered their ears before I shoved them out of the restaurant. "Where are we-a going, Yao?" Feliciano asked me. "I don't know, really." "Why don't we go to the pet shop to see all the pretty animals?" Matthew suggested. "Sounds like fun." I said, non-sarcastically. "Yay!" they both exclaimed, hopping into the back of the car before we drove off to go to Petsmart, considering it was closest. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Feliciano squealed as soon as he saw a kitty, "OH! IT'S POOKY!~" I slapped my forehead with my hand as I watched him talk to the cats. I turned my attention to Matthew, whom was looking at fish. I looked at the birds, smiling and watching them and then I heard a bark. "What in the-" It was a big dog, much like a Doberman. It's leash was hanging by a thread and the owner was struggling to keep it down. I had known some things about the dog, but I don't think my own tricks would work. "Down!" I heard a voice say,walking from behind the owner even though he was already taller than him. The doberman sat down, lying on the floor. "Good boy." the voice said, becoming more familiar. "POOOOOKYYY~" Feliciano's voice screamed. I looked a bit harder I into the distance I was away from the stranger before I finally recognized him. "Ivan!"
I love it!!! I finally found a good story of actual quality! not degrading anyone's writing though. I just love this. A lot.
"Yao?" he asked, slightly surprised. "Mr. Ivan!" Matthew and Feliciano said in sync, popping out behind me.
I fell in love with this story!! Everything is nice and quite clear. I looked up 'hetalia' mentioned by Otto. And well I find, that I like it. So keep continuing the story. It's great. I noticed from your past stories you have a different way of writing, and I like it. Blump.
I smiled wide and my shirt sleeves were being pulled. "POOKYPOOKYPOOKY~" Feliciano said repeatedly. Matthew was still watching the fish, and an anchored arm was chained with Ivan's. It was his girlfriend, Moscow. People already ask them if they're related, but it's a big no. They may look the same, but they aren't anywhere near related. I waved, grinning and off to see the cats with Feliciano. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "It's time to go!" I said, having Matthew already by my side. "B-But I'm playing with the kitty!" Feliciano whimpered. "I know, I know. You can ask Ludwig to bring you here later, Feliciano!" I said cheerfully. "YAY! POOKY~" he cried with joy and squishing me in a big hug. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx We got to the park in one piece with Feliciano talking about how adorable the cats were. Matthew left Canada in the car with a kiss on it's head. Feliciano asked me to push him and Matthew on the swings. Matthew was already sitting on a swing, waiting for Feliciano. I nodded happily, pushing Matthew first, then Feliciano. "WHEEEEEEE!" "...Yay...." Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ....About two hours later, it's now seven thirty.... Xxxxxxxxxxxx "Okay....We need...to go....home..." I panted, from pushing them on the swings and running around. Feliciano yawned,"I'm tired Yao..." "I know you are." I said, holding sleeping Matthew. We walked to the car, letting Matthew sleep with Canada in his arms. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MEAN WHILE WITH THE GUYS... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Bloody hell!" Kirk exclaimed, staring at all the girls. Kiku picked up Tokyo, opening the front door to exit. "Yo Honda, *Hic* Where ya Goin'?!" Alfred asked, hiccuping. "We are going home, to sleep. It's late." he said stubbornly, leaving. "Dude it's only,*Hic Hic* Seven forty-five!" The French guy was talking to some girls, meanwhile Kirk did nothing but stare when he suddenly slapped Alfred across the face. "Oi!" "What the-*Hic* hell was that for?!" he barked. "I can hold up my locker-*Hic* better than you can-" "What are you talking about?!" "Well I had saved your ass-" Alfred struck him across the face with a magazine, barking a mouthful of curse words. The French guy stood in between them, speaking logically for once. "When you are done with your sexual intentions,can we go home?" he growled, looking back and forth at Kirk and Alfred. "....." Alfred had his hands balled up in a fist, growling. "Yes, we are done." Kirk hissed through his teeth. "Good. Now let's go." the French guy spoke calmly, dragging Alfred out the door.