A/N: Helllllllo fellow Romanada fans~! Or Hetalians, or just readers! I know I said I would write other things, but this just came up as an idea. Chapter release times vary as I don't get of my lazy bum much.
Chapter Warnings: High School AU
Sorry~, purple eyes don't really exist….so Matvey's going to have navy blue eyes. Oh and if you squint there's mentions of character death. Gerita is mentioned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, high school, love, the Romanada ship, GerIta ship or The Nordic 5.
Being the older brother usually has it's perks. But nope, not for me, Lovino Vargas, 16 year old junior brother of 14 year old freshman Felicinao Vargas. Nobody pays attention to me, even though he's a freshman. It's just that Feliciano (my little airheaded brother) gets all the attention because he's always so happy and loud all the time. So I had to come up with something to make me different then my stupid brother. Now, because of that, everyone thinks I'm always pissed about something, and I never smile. But it's all a ploy. That's the fake me. I've gone too long with this façade, so it's not like I can change it now. I'm really a nice person once you get to know me. I'm just not patient with stupid people.
Speaking of nice, a new kid came into homeroom today. He looked like Alfred, that comic book geek. Not that Alfred isn't nice or anything, but he's really loud and I don't have much patience for him. I guess you could say we're friends. I feel bad for him, because he's only a sophomore and the juniors pick on him. Alfred really doesn't have friends if you don't count me- there used to be Im Yong Soo….but he's….well let's just say Im Yong isn't exactly around. But he's not important at the moment- the new kids is. He had the most beautiful navy blue eyes- Oh yeah, I'm gay. So is about half the population of the school (Including my brother with that sophomore potato-bastard Ludwig). But this guy's eyes were so beautiful. It was breath-taking, I swear. His hair was a little longer than Alfred's but other than that, they were almost identical. Fucked-up thing is that I can't remember his name. He was so quiet when he said it, but the teacher sad he was from Canada. I have to ask Alfred if they're related….
The next day at lunch, I decided to do some investigating about the new kid with the wonderful eyes.
"Hey Alfred," I said casually as I walked up to his lunch table. He was sitting alone, like usual.
"Oh hey Lovino. Whatcha need?" Alfred responded, looking up from the comic he was drawing. We know each other enough so I can go up and say hi without it being awkward.
"Do you know the new kid in my homeroom? Tall, blond, blue eyes, kinda looks like you…." Hopefully he didn't see the blush spread across my face. That would totally blow my pissed-off-eternally façade.
"Mattie? Of course dude! He's my older brother. Really quiet though…." I should have expected as much, but it didn't stop me from gaping.
"Oh….so is-" I was cut off by the sudden hush of the cafeteria. Crap. That could only mean one thing- the juniors. They always picked on Alfred at lunch-hell the picked on him all the time! But I was calling an unwanted and weird attention to myself standing here, so I slipped behind the corner of the door. I knew I had to keep up a reputation, but I couldn't help feeling guilty about leaving Alfred there all alone. Watching Alfred get bullied was like watching a puppy getting kicked into the street and not doing anything about it.
"Hey comic dork! Where's my lunch money?" One of them called. But I didn't have to peek around the corner to recognize his voice. Mathais Kohler, aka complete Douche Bag and head of what people called, The Nordic 5. They were pretty popular, and of course, Alfred's main tormentors.
"S-sorry Mathais….I don't have any extra…." Alfred stuttered almost frozen in fear. One of Mathias's friends, Tino, went up in Alfred's face.
"Do you know what happens then, Captain Ameri-nerd?"
"N-no…." I was praying Alfred wouldn't do anything that would get him beat up any worse then what Mathias had in store for him.
"Well then, why don't we show you, comic dork?" laughed Mathias. "Ber, take him." The large Swede, whom was actually named Berwald, rarely talked, but was damn intimidating, picked up Alfred by the waist and flung him over his shoulder.
"Wh're to, M'thi's?"
"Show him what the inside of a toilet looks like….Tino, go with him. Ice, Norge, come with me." He walked away; towards some trembling freshman with is henchman. The whole time I just stood there, like a damn coward. I could've said something to them. But the Nordic 5 had, well, five, guys. I'm strong, but not enough to face five others, or even Berwald alone. I had a reputation to keep up and going to see if he was okay, did not support it. As much as I can't let down my reputation, I'm a coward. A grief-stricken, guilty, weak coward. Not even brave enough stand up for possibly the only friend I have. And I hate- no I loathe- myself for it.
Thanks for reading~! I know it's short, but the next chapter will be longer and up by Tuesday latest!