shota sensei

Chie-san, the Hetalia Weeb from the Depths of Hell

Sensei-my Japanese teacher

Akame-my friend

Haruko-my other friend

Shouta-the guy who sat next to me

Erena-my Japanese acquaintance

Chie-san-the weeb

(Note: I am a lesbian, and Haruko is bi. We are both out of the closet. This is important to the story)

The very first Japanese class I took in school was a good one. The teacher was great, all my friends were in my class, and I caught on to and learned things easily. It really was fun until the end of the year, when Sensei seated Chie-san behind me. By the way, I call her Chie-san, and call the rest of the people in this story by Japanese names, because when we started the class we couldn’t read katakana (the alphabet you use to write foreign words) and got Japanese names so we could write them in hiragana.

Anyway, enough explanations. I had never interacted with Chie-san before Sensei sat her behind me, but I had seen her from across the room and known she was going to be trouble. Her hair was so tangled and greasy that it looked like it had never been brushed or washed before. She constantly wore Hetalia necklaces to school. Her Japanese notebook said, in romaji, “watashi wa Chie-san des.” But that isn’t even the worst part.

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