Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction and I don't even know what went on my mind while writing this. I was upset about my 73% on the test and how I was compared to my cousins so I used this to vent *shot*. Sorry. Right, this is my first fanfiction so I'm sorry if I fail as an author(ess). Author's notes are at the bottom of the chapter, and here's the disclaimer or whatever people call it.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the idea that popped up randomly in my brain and the emotions I used to vent it all out. Oh wait, I also own the terrible writing style that you are about to read. All the other credits and stuff about Hetalia belong to Hidekaz Himaruya who thought of this genius plan to create Hetalia, and thus, created shipping wars, converting me into a Yaoi/Shounen-Ai fan.

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Hiramuya

I'm rambling.

Hidden Personalities

Chapter One - Meeting

She hates it. She's sick of being compared to her cousins and how they tell her that she should start shaping up. She dislikes the way her surroundings make her feel bad about her flat chest and how they all make her feel like she should look a certain way. She hates it, but she's so heavily influenced that she actually believes it. She hates how everyone makes her feel like she should live up to everyone's standards and yet, she still does it with a little rebelling flair. Her name is Gillian Beilschmidt.

It has been a month since she moved to Canada and entered an art school with her younger brother. Her being an albino, she didn't fit in very well and has only made two odd (but apparently, totally hot) boys. Other than the fact that she's exceptional when it comes to singing, she's also amazing at art and excels in her academics. That alone, made her even more intimidating. Students secretly look up to her but fear her for her looks. Her red piercing eyes always looked hostile even though her personality screams and entirely different story. Her pale complexion made her stand out from the crowd. Her long porcelain-blonde hair that reached her waist made her seem odd. But she isn't like that. Sure, she can be socially awkward and can get a little (okay, she can get very) cocky, but that was just a false front. In contrast to her cockiness, shows a very shy, insecure girl who doesn't even know how many opportunities await her because of her own talents.

So you now know Gillian. What about Matthew Williams? Well, not everyone knows him aside from his cousin (and Gillian's friend) Francis, and his stepbrother. People often mistake him for his stepbrother Alfred even though he and Alfred are complete opposites. Alfred loves the attention while he doesn't. That is why he also puts on a false front. He chooses not to stand out in a good way even though he was the complete package. He's smart, artistic, athletic and charismatic. He's hot, and he hides it. He has the most beautiful blonde locks with high cheekbones, toned abs (from hockey, bitches!) and beautiful deep violet eyes. He (fake) stutters, slouches, stays silent, wears loose uniform clothing - making it seem like a hand-me-down, and melts in his surroundings. People who notice him from time to time think that he's just this lanky geek who stutters and was too boring to talk to. But god knows what he's really like. He's amazing at tolerating everyone's personality but inside, he can turn into an all out demon. No, he isn't like that Russian kid who had a creepy-ass innocent smile, says scary things and knows all about torture, but Matthew can be really mean. If those stereotypical bad boys in every teen novel were real softies on the inside, he was the opposite-ish. He has a heart (again, not like that scary Russian kid and his younger stepsister), he just uses his brain more often.

The teacher stood there, looking all shocked at Gillian's answer to him. He was sure that she wasn't paying attention since she had one earphone inside her ear as she doodled (as she prefers to call it since she wasn't being "serious" about her drawing) a perfect picture of her homeland, East Germany (even though she prefers calling it Prussia).

"Sir, did I answer the question wrong?" she asked smugly with an innocent look on her face.

The teacher simply told her that she was right and with an annoyed sigh, told her to put away her iPod and sketchbook and told her to pay attention. She sat back on her seat, putting away her iPod and began to "pay attention" when Francis passed her a note.

MSN ON PAPER

Francis: How can you manage pay attention in class while you were drawing?

Gillian: Dude this is so gay. Really? MSN on paper?

Francis: What? Something wrong with me writing that, cher?

Gillian: Can you stop calling everyone "dear" in French?

Francis:I don't see what's wrong with that. Besides, girls love it when I call them that.

Gillian: Really? Because it doesn't work on me. And sure, I understand why girls love it - actually, not really - but you take on another extra level of creepy once you start calling guys the same thing.

Francis:That's because I love both girls and guys ;)

Gillian: It only takes a matter of time before you start hitting on animals too. *shudders* Besides, I thought you were heterosexual?

Francis: Non, non, je suis heteroflexible.

Gillian: It'll only take a matter of time before you turn into someone similar as Braginski. just saying.

Francis: On a happier note, did you know your brother's gay?

Gillian: Say whaaaaat?

Francis: He's completely in love with one of the Twins.

Gillian: Which one?

Francis: Feli~

Gillian: Aw, T_T :') :'D Those two are fucking adorable! They act so close so it's only a matter of time... ;)

Francis: Tu veux comploter quelque chose pour ton frère, oui?

Gillian: Oui, oui, mon ami~

Francis: Ohonhonhon~

Gillian: (insert le perverted French laugh here)

Antonio: you two gossip like old ladies

Gillian: Because I'm awesome like that. Anyway, I'm "signing out" because the teacher is handing out the test results from two days ago.

Francis: Watch me fail that.

Antonio: same

Gillian: Actually, no. You two will pass, receiving eighty percent, as usual, and I will fail.

Antonio: Watch her get perfect. again

Gillian looked up from her desk to receive her test results, her eyes widening as she read over her results. Mentally calculating the answer, she got around 73%. A B- on her test. She held wrinkled the test paper slightly as she curled her hands into fists. Damn, she thought. They won't be happy about this. She bit her lip hard, disappointed at herself. She was so mad that she didn't even notice that her lips were bleeding until she tasted the iron in her mouth.

"Fuck," she got up, surprising everyone in class. "Sir, my lip is bleeding a lot. This is enough excuse to go to the infirmary, right?"

The teacher nodded as she stormed off, sprinting to the infirmary to get some ice to reduce the swelling and stop the bleeding while she used the sleeve of her expensive white and gold uniform shirt to wipe the blood off her face. When she got there, the nurse gasped as she rushed to the freezer and handed her an ice-pack, ushering her to take a seat.

Matthew Williams, happily skipping class, hopped off the sick bed and handed Gillian his handkerchief. Really? Who brings a handkerchief around? "It's better than getting blood on your uniform," he muttered silently.

"Thanks," she said as she took the handkerchief and pressed it to her lower lip with the ice.

"Really, Gillian, you shouldn't act like Matthew. He fakes an illness to skip class, but he doesn't go as extreme as hurting himself in the process," the nurse who is also Gillian's cousin Roderich Edelstein's girlfriend.

"Really, so you let kids skip class by using illness as an excuse? Ricky wouldn't be pleased if I spill this to everyone," the albino muttered as her eyes wandered across the room, towards the quiet and beautiful Matthew Williams. "How come you aren't wearing the uniform, Matthew?" she asked. Gillian was too shy to approach him whenever she saw him to say anything, but she noticed how the boy looked so different than usual. He wasn't wearing his glasses, which led her to the assumption that he was wearing clear contacts, he wore gray skinny jeans, a baby blue shirt, topped with a dark blue hoodie and a leather jacket. He wore matching blue Vaider Supras and a matching SnapBack. He looked awesome in Gillian's opinion...and possibly even hot.

"I was about to leave school anyway..." he said, getting up since he didn't want to be involved that much.

"No you're not. This school is filled with CCTV cameras and they will catch you if you leave. You're lucky enough that I let you skip class. You should be contented," the nurse sighed.

"Oh, come on, Elizaveta," Matthew whined.

"Why don't you make friends with someone your age? Look, my soon-to-be cousin-in-law is willing to make friends."

"Hi..." Gillian said silently.

"Soon-to-be cousin-in-law? What?" Matthew asked in a confused tone.

Gillian explained everything and Elizaveta insisted that she'd tell him the whole story. It wasn't anything special, really, Gillian just had a fight with Roderich as usual, and decided that setting him up with a terrible girlfriend would be a good sight. She met Elizaveta somewhere, became friends, and offered her a "hot blind date." When she set them up, they actually fell in love with each other instead of the opposite. Elizaveta moved in with him when they reached university, and now, they are soon to be wed. Sadly though, Roderich got offered a special orchestral concert series in Austria for a year and their wedding had to be moved as it was a perfect opportunity for Roderich. Elizaveta understood that.

After hearing this story Matthew had a smirk playing at the corners of his lips that soon spread into a full-smirk that Gillian recognized since she always gave the same look at people. "You miss his little pianist fingers - especially at night, eh?"

Matthew and Gillian snickered.

Elizaveta blushed and scolded them about even knowing what it meant. Oh please, it was just an excuse to hide her shame since it was, in fact, true.

"Elizaveta, we're sixteen. We know stuff. Heck, most of us sixteen-year-olds aren't even virgins anymore!" Gillian told her.

The Hungarian's face grew even more serious. "Are you two...?"

Matthew blushed and so did Gillian. The two of them, being all pale and all, were as "red as tomatoes" just like what Antonio would say. They stayed silent.

"Kids..."

"That's private!"

"Why do you care?"

"What gave you the right to know?"

"You're not my mom!"

Gillian sighed and whispered to Elizaveta. They were close friends, therefore, Gillian told her the truth about her having no experience in dating, whatsoever. Matthew, on the other hand slipped out of the window, climbing down using the pine tree right beside it as a ladder.

"Okay, shut up already!" Antonio told her.

"Say what now?" Gillian asked him.

"You've been on and on about how pretty his deep violet eyes are and even for a nice guy like me, after hearing it for the twenty-third time - I was counting - it could get very annoying."

"Do you know him?" Gillian asked curiously.

"No, I don't even think he's a student here," Antonio shrugged.

"I've seen him everyday in school! How is that even possible?" she asked.

"Do you have his name?"

"Matthew...Matthew Williams..."

Hey guys (mostly gals since I don't think guys even read this), how was it? Terrible, huh? Sorry. I'm only in first year high school and English isn't my first language so please excuse my writing. I'd appreciate some constructive criticism :). I, most especially suck at writing endings and beginnings so yeah... Yes, I immigrated to Canada so forgive me for my bloody use of the French. I know I'm not that good. I've only been here for trois ans.

Like I said, I was upset about my grades and my parents would scream at my face once they find out I got a B-...actually, I just told my dad and he got sort of mad. Sorry if I used that as an excuse to vent out my frustrations. Yesh, as you people have read, Canada's shyness is just a false front! Well, I always wondered what a badass Canada would be like and it bugged me so much that I had to write it down. I will be editing it...when I feel like it *SHOT* so please forgive me. Proofreading's a bitch and so is life but you have to do it.

Anyone want to send me a link to a Canada x Fem!Prussia fanfic? I'd appreciate it :).

BTW, you know what I hate? Flies. They carry illnesses with them and they make that annoying buzzing sound when they fly.

You know what I like? Hetalia ;) (no shit, sherlock)

You know who I'll be for Halloween? Hint: She has long, aqua blue hair, and she's a Japanese pop star.

Virtual cookies to whoever guesses it right! ^_^

TRANSLATIONS:

Non, non, je suis - NO, NO, I AM...

Tu comploter quelque chose pour ton frère, oui? - You want to plot something for your brother, yes?

Oui - Yes.

Mon ami - My friend