Roses Are Red, Sampaguitas Are Redder 3Gabriela POVRoses Are Red, Sampaguitas Are Redder 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hetalia High...let me tell you something about Hetalia High.
The gate looks like the Arc de Triomphe only smaller. And as I said before it can pass off as a castle, like the ones in Romania. Whoever owns this school is one rich bastard.
I walked through the bricked path, while carrying my luggage, and passed a fountain. It had a globe and stone flags sticking out of a country's capital city. I looked for my country and was glad to see that they decided to actually display the whole country, not just a dot. Once I was done looking, I continued to search for the dorms.
And search... and search... and search...
Where am I?
Now there's something this school needs. Directions.
I groaned in frustration as I glanced around for a sign. Where could the dorms be...?
"Ouch! Watch it!" Some person bumps into me, and I landed on my butt.
"Excuse my rudeness, but I'm in a hurry." He helped me up and ran to the gates. Three things I noticed about him, one he has cat
Sampaguita's Can Be Red And Roses Can Be Redder 2Chapter 2Sampaguita's Can Be Red And Roses Can Be Redder 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why." She whined to herself, though aware that is was in vain. She really hated the idea from the start. It was all a big cup full of bullshit. She was in New York and on the way to this 'authentic' school, her mom force her to go to.
What made this school so authentic anyway?
Well one, it's as big as a castle, and can certainly pass of as one, two, only nerds I mean geniuses can study there. And three, only one person from each country can enroll, a.k.a the person who's the smartest in that particular country. Maybe enroll isn't the right word, more like sent to. Which in this case was forced, much to her chagrin.
This isn't the first time she'll be attending a school like this. She figured she'd be meeting those guys again. It was always the same people.
Her chain of thought was interrupted by a familiar ring tone. She sat down at a bench in a park to rest her feet, and answered the cell phone.
"Mama, why'd you call?
Sampaguita's Can Be Red, And Roses Can Be RedderChapter 1Sampaguita's Can Be Red, And Roses Can Be Redder in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur was reading the last book of the Harry Potter series. As he flipped through the pages, he smiled, quite pleased with himself. He finished the Harry Potter books and movies. He almost memorize it, he's actually read it a few hundred times you know.
He was currently sitting in a gazebo behind the school. It was the best place to read, better than the library. People in this school didn't know the meaning of silence; and that wasn't saying something, with a few exceptions, albeit rare.
What, you want to know how he found it?
He found it while he was looking for a very rare place there; a peaceful place, a few months ago. When he stumbled upon a rusted (seemingly) white gate. It was unlocked; he was too lazy to jimmy through this one anyway. The Brit went inside, there was this tunnel with a light at the end of it. Reluctantly he followed it, ignoring the cramp-ness and the insects, of the said tunnel.
The tunnel ended and Arthur closed an eye in defense from the striking