I'm a what?! And who?! (Hetalia FanFic)

5

The rest of the day went by slowly. I couldn't get the thought out of my head. I was a country? Who was this Ermessenda? Man this was hurting my head... 

I sighed and hit my head on my desk. It was loud in the History room at the moment, even if it made a noise, no one would've heard it. 

"Hon, calm down, being a country won't... eh... Nevermind," The Serbian, whose name I still didn't know, told me. 

"But I still don't understand... one day my names Lisa, then the next I find out that its Er-mes-sen-da? How does this happen?" I asked. 

"No, technically it was Ermessenda, then Lisa, and then Ermessenda again," she explained. I sighed and shook my head. "Oh, and I remember Francy-Pants told me your nickname was Messy, wow! What earned you that name?" 

'Man, the back of my head hurts again...' 

I brought my hand up to the back of it again.

~Flashback~

"Oui, Francy-Pants!! Looky!" I called to my blonde friend. I was holding up a red flower. I'd never seen one like it before. 

"Ah, zhat is a rose, ma petite fille, 'ave you not seen one before?" France said. I shook my head admiring the pretty flower. "Zhe are zhorny, be careful not to 'urt yourzelf," 

"It's so pretty!" I exclaimed again, hugging France's neck. 

He smiled and picked me up, rocking my small body, whispering a French lullaby in my ear. He continued the act until I was surly asleep.

~End~ 

"...ssy, woo whoo, Messy~ Hellooo," Serbian cooed. 

"H-huh?" I asked. 

" Девојка, you've been sitting like that for a half an hour, you okay~?" 

"Y-Yeah... Uh, what's your name by the way? I never quiet caught it... " I asked, standing up. 

"Oh, Da, I'm Natka, or Serbia, I don't mind either, oh hey! Follow me!" she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me upstairs to England's room after grabbing America. 

"Uh, Dude what are you doing?" America asked, giving me a confused look. I shrugged my shoulders, signaling that I had no clue what was going on.

Natka's POV

Oh how this was going to be good! I grabbed Arthur's hand and made him stand. He shot me a confused look and I hugged him. 

"Uh... Natka, are you ok?" he asked. 

I quietly opened his closet door and before he could notice I pushed him in and locked it. 

"Bloody hell! Natka what are you doing?!" Arthur demanded. "Let me out of here you wanker!" 

"I thought you were used to being in a closet, you still are aren't you, or did you come out when I wasn't paying attention?" 

".......... wait-YOU BLOODY GIT, I'M NOT GAY!!" 

"Hah, took you long enough!" By this time America was leaning on Ermessenda for support so he wouldn't fall laughing."HE ISN'T GAY! SORRY BRO, TRY CANADA! " I directed to America, who stopped what he was doing and gave me a mean look. I just smirked. America grabbed Ermessenda's hand and walked out with her in tow, slamming the door behind him, leaving only me and Iggy. 

"Let me out! Do I have-" Iggy started before I opened the door. 

Apparently he was leaning on it, so the sudden cause of motion made him fall on me, both hands on the sides of my shoulders, and our faces only an inch apart. England's cheeks turned a deep red and I knew mine were the same way. He leaned down, closing the space between our lips. It was a soft kiss. I closed my eyes and kissed back until he pulled away.