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Rated: T
'Well, I think I look okay.'
Madeleine examined herself in the mirror, touching her blonde hair that she had been forced to cut short due to a little incident that involved maple syrup, 'Maman might be upset, but it will grow back.'
Her first day at high school could have began in a better way, but she wasn't really looking into gaining any popularity or anything.
Her main focus was to study, as she had gotten into the prestigious Hetalia Academy from her good grades and scholarship and not on her Maman's money.
She was proud of that fact.
'But this just had to be the day I lost one of my contacts...' Madeleine thought with a sigh, fixing her glasses firmly on her face. She took another glance at herself in the mirror and giggled a bit when she noticed something, 'I almost look like a boy!'
Such an ironic statement...
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'He's so... loud,' Madeleine thought with a slight irritation, looking over to an overly-enthusiastic blond male who was obviously flirting with a dark-haired girl who had her long hair tied with two large red ribbons, 'I can't concentrate.'
And sadly enough, this library was the most quiet one too...
"Ma chaton, your eyes are simply too gorgeous!" She did notice that he spoke with a French accent as he produced a rose from seemingly nowhere, "I cannot get enough of them!"
"You're making me blush, Francis!" The girl giggled while twirling one of her twintails, "Will you be at the Host Club today?" She asked and Madeleine could only wonder what a 'Host Club' was.
"Of course, ma ange!" The blond, now known as Francis, flipped his silky hair with a such a flourish that Madeleine couldn't help but to stare from behind her glasses, "I would never miss a chance to see you!"
'Flirt with, you mean,' The Canadian thought sarcastically and let out a quiet sigh, 'Do you have do this in the library of all places?!' Maybe Hetalia Academy was the wrong school to attend?
"I can't wait!" The girl smiled cutely, "I'll see you after classes! Plus tard, Francis!" With that, she skipped off while humming a merry tune.
'Hopefully he will leave now.' Madeleine thought, staring at Francis subtlety through her glasses and was relieved when he began to head for the exit.
But for some reason, he stopped.
'Oh, what now!?' Madeleine panicked, hiding behind her book as Francis began to walk in her direction and she could almost feel the intensity of his stare through the pages of her book, 'He'll pass, he'll pass!' She chanted to herself.
It just wasn't meant to be.
"Oho~ and who are you?" Francis stopped in front of her table, staring down at her in interest as she slowly lowered the book so could look at him, "I do not think I have met you before~."
"O-oh, umm!" Madeleine flushed a bit, "I'm new," She smiled nervously, using the book as an improvised shield when Francis leaned in closer, "Just call me Williams." She wasn't exactly comfortable with telling him her first name just yet.
"Williams? Such a familiar name," Francis sighed with what she assumed was longing, "I must say you even look like him."
"Okay." Madeleine said slowly, not too sure what he was talking about, but she didn't want to ask questions. All she wanted to do was go back to her studies without any more interruptions.
Too bad that wasn't going to happen.
"Come," Francis grabbed her arm and ignored her stuttered protest as he dragged her to her feet, "Even if you are un garçon, you must come to see the Host Club!" He was practically pulling her now, but she only noticed one thing with shock.
'He actually thinks I'm a boy!?'