It was a normal day like any other. I was sitting in class like the studious girl I was, doodling in the corner of the paper as my classmates around me chatted excessively. I didn't really mind it all, mostly due to the fact that I had learned to tune out their voices long ago in freshman year. That was two years ago.
Most of them were gathered in their little cliques and groups of friends. All of them were talking in excited voices.
Well, everyone except Arthur Kirkland.
He sat in his seat next to me, silent, his outrageously bushy eyebrows twitching. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and certainly looked as irritable as always. Emerald eyes fixed on the notebook that rested in front of him, Arthur tapped his foot to some unheard beat. His messy mop of shaggy blonde hair moved along with him as he shook his head.
"What are you staring at, idiot?" A heavily accented voice drew me out of my thoughts. The Englishman next to me was scowling. Shoot, I had been staring at him, hadn't I?
"Ah! S-sorry." I stumbled over my words lamely as I turned away from Arthur. I didn't want him to think of me as another of his crazy fangirls. I wasn't. I might have thought him as cute one time in my life, well, more specifically, my freshman year when the Brit had transferred to my class from being home schooled in England. But that was done and over now.
Arthur snorted, scowling, and went back to whatever he had been doing earlier. It wasn't that he hated me. In fact, he was one of my few friends, just an irritable one at that. My other friends were also transfer students, well, most of them, anyway.
Kiku Honda was another friend of mine, a very unsocial dark haired otaku from Japan. He always carried some sort of manga or video game in his pocket. He was almost always overly polite and awkward around me. I found his behavior kind of cute, if I dare say so, but if he ever heard me, he would probably blush, stutter, and threaten to lock himself away for a few days (he's done that before). Needless to say, he didn't have many other friends.
Alfred was the loud one. A patriotic American to the bone, he rarely went a day without saying something about being the "hero" or something of the like. He nearly annoyed me to death, but I couldn't bear to leave him. He was such an overgrown puppy when he was sad with his short blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and he seems to know exactly how to use the guilt card.
Then there's Feliciano, Lovino, and Ludwig. Feliciano was an airhead, to put it lightly. He was always saying something like "pasta" or "ve~". He had a twin brother who had slightly darker brown hair and eyes and definitely a sharper attitude. Lovino couldn't go a few minutes without swearing his head off. He personally seemed to hate me. Then there's Ludwig, a tough German blonde with muscles of steel and a commanding tone. He usually looked after the Vargas twins, Feliciano especially. Despite his rough attitude, Ludwig was actually a nice guy, often considerate, but nowhere near Arthur's gentlemanly behavior.
Arthur was probably the closest of my six friends. He was an irritable one, but his bad mood never truly lasted for too long, unless something was bugging him, of course. He always insisted on helping me out one way or another, claiming it as his responsibility as a gentleman. I think I might be the only one to actually see him smile though, according to the others' perception of him. I've only heard him laugh once, a melodious sound, if I do say so myself (much softer than Alfred's "Nyahahaha!").
I found myself surveying him once again, noticing the way that he had started to tap his foot faster.
"What's wrong, Iggy?" I suddenly inquired, using a nickname I had come up with in our sophomore year. Arthur scowled.
"Well, you heard that there was yet another transfer student, right?" You nodded, still confused as his frown deepened. "Well, he's-"
"Bonjour, mon cher." A distinctly French voice spoke out from behind me, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. Arthur narrowed his eyes at the stranger standing behind me.
"Go away, you bloody frog. She's not interested." His voice was sharp, sharper than normal, and his angry look transformed into one of severe disgust.
"Oh, Arthur. You are so cruel!" I finally turned my head to find a tall blonde standing over my desk. He had long, wavy blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail that reached sligtly above his shoulders and slight stubble graced his defined chin. He had deep ocean blue eyes that winked at me, sending an inexplicable chill running down my spine. He wore a white t-shirt with a design of a rose on the front and blue jeans with a few holes at the knees.
I glanced over at Arthur, who almost looked like a threatened cat. I could almost see his hair sticking up on his head (which was quite humorous) and he was glaring at the new student with eyes of hatred.
"The name is Francis Bonnefay," the Frenchman said, taking my hand and kissing it. By then, the entire class had quieted down and was watching us. My cheeks burned a tomato red as a few of the girls glared daggers at me.
"I-I'm S-Synthia Reese," I stuttered, tripping over my words as Francis gave me a winning smile.
"It's a beautiful name, mon cher. Only if it were as gorgeous as you." He winked at me, causing my cheeks to burn red once again. "That blushing face is so cute!" he said, chuckling.
"That's quite enough if that, you bloody frog," Arthur hissed. I blinked in surprise as I hadn't noticed that he was now standing beside my desk, right across the Frenchman, nearly bristling.
"Artie! It's been so long!" Francis laughed. I glanced at each of them, confusion evident on my face.
"I wish it were longer. Four years isn't enough to forget your bloody face, you git," Iggy hissed (Iggy is short for England, another nickname Alfred had given him once the American had found out that he was English.) placing a hand on my desk. I blinked, confused. Francis only chuckled before turning back to me with another wink.
"I'll be sitting next to you from today onward, mon cher. I look forward to seeing that cute face every day." Then he left to talk with the teacher, who was typing deliberately on his keyboard.
A hand landed on my shoulder and turned me so that I faced who it belonged to. Arthur bent down so that he was eye level with me. Something glinted in his eyes.
"Please, Synthia, for your own good, stay away from that frog, alright? He's bad news," Arthur spoke softly, and I could barely hear his voice in my ear over the noise that had erupted in the classroom once again. "Just, stay away from him as much as possible."
"O-okay?" I blushed slightly, a mixture of the embarrassment from earlier and the closeness of my best friend's face. Arthur pulled back, a concerned look flashing across his face.
"Are you alright, love?"
I shook my head.
"I'm alright, thank you," I said with a small laugh.
"Just heed my words, okay, Synthia?" He sat back down, looking more concerned than angry now.
And I went back to doodling in the corner of my paper, a light dusting of red still gracing my cheeks.
A/N: Okay, this is my first Hetalia fanfiction. I'm a derp, just to let you know.
Just so you know when I do something stupid, okay? =w=
(That's bound to happen.)
Anyways, this is kinda short. I guess it couldv'e been shorter, but I expanded on it a bit.
...
I'm rambling.
That's what you get at 10:42 pm on a Sunday when I didn't get more than 5 hours of sleep the previous night.
Derp.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Hetalia... *starts daydreaming*
*/hit in the head with one of Iggy's scones*
GAH!
Sorry, I don't own any of these characters except for Synthia. =w=