So this is the first time posting a Fanfiction. I know it probably has a lot of mistakes, but please be kind 3 I worked hard on this

I was sitting in school just waiting for the damn day to just end already. Only the first day of school and I was already sick of it.. The teacher already complained to me about falling asleep while she was attempting to make sure that all her new students knew and understood the rules. She wasn't ugly, she just looked a bit fake with a bad bleach dye job and way too much make-up. I had a feeling that this History class was not going to be my favorite, but I need this class to graduate high school next year. Feliciano, my twin, was sitting across the room from me practically writing down every word the teacher was saying. I rolled my eyes and stared out the window. Clouds were covering up the sun so it was a bit gloomy outside, along with his mood. I was examining the oak tree outside when my attention was taken by the sound of the door closing. I looked up to see some weird Hispanic -I think he is the guy who represents Spain, but I don't pay much attention at the meetings- walk in the room saying something to the teacher about oversleeping and that's why he was late. I went back to the tree. "It's okay Antonio, just please try not to be late again. Take a seat next to-" She looked at her class list to check a name. "Lovino Vargas, in the back. Raise your hand Lovino, so Antonio knows who you are." I made a humph noise and said without looking up, "that would be me." I heard the clack clack of boots getting closer and the groan of the desk as he sat down. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turn to meet startling green eyes that seemed to practically glow in the well-lit classroom. "What the hell do you want?" I asked. He had a goofy grin on his face and didn't seem the least bit put off by my attitude towards him.

His eyes made their way down my body in an appraising way and it pissed me off. That weirdo! "Well, I just wanted to say that I am happy to meet you and I hope we have more classes together."

"Well good for you. I hope you don't have my classes bastard." I do NOT want to deal with this asshole for more than this class- not even for this class. He was still staring at me, with his creepy eyes; oh, his eyes are really ni- What the fuck? After my comment, his grin fell a little bit, but it only took him a second and he was back to his over cheery self.

"Lovino! Is there something you would like to share with the class?" the teacher startled me with here shrill voice. She was giving me a stare that could make plants shrivel up through her obnoxious green glasses. A hand on her skirted hip finished the look of pure annoyance.

Antonio winked when I looked at him before looking back to the front of the room where Mrs. Harper was still waiting for my reply. I could feel the faint pinking of my cheeks. "No, I have nothing to say to the damn class." All of the teachers knew of 'Lovino's bad mouth' from the years prior and I was usually sent to the office on a weekly basis, until the teachers got tired of filling out all the discipline forms, but I had never had Mrs. Harper before.

"Do you not use such language in my class; you were disrupting and I would like to know what it is that's more important than the grading scale?" Her brown eyes narrowed, intensifying her glare.

I crossed my arms and smirked. "Well if you want to know every damn thing that is more fucking important than your scale, then that might take me years."

Her face turned a bit pink; it was quite funny. "You can take yourself and that foul mouth of yours to the office right now Mr. Vargas!" I could hear the snickers of the other students throughout the room.

I was picking up my stuff when I heard a voice I was hoping I wouldn't have to hear for a long time. "I can take him to office Mrs. Harper." Oh god! Why is HE the one offering to take me? She nodded an okay to him and I was practically growling by the time we were out of the classroom.
I turned around on him, stopping him from taking another step. The hallway was quiet and empty of anyone. In the classroom, I hadn't noticed how tight his shirt was, you could practically see every muscle. He must work out a lot- GOD! Stop right there! I am a guy! Antonio cleared his throat. I looked up to see him smirking and I felt myself flush at being caught staring at him. There is no way he could have known what I was thinking... I looked him straight in the eye attempting to get rid of the pink in my face. "Why the hell did you offer to take me to the office?"

I was still glaring at Antonio when he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. "But I do not know this school very well and I would love to have a guide before I get lost in this school. Won't you help me out?"

My face felt as if it was engulfed in flames. Who did he think he was? I took my hand back and punched him in the arm. "What the fuck did you KISS me for? I am straight. S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T. I do not like guys. Understand?" Antonio rubbed his arm and nodded. I started walking in the opposite direction of the office. "You said you wanted a guide for the school, well I will show you around, but you have to stop bugging me from now on." I spoke through grinding teeth and received no reply. The dull beige school hallways were very quiet, as usually during class, while we walked throughout the halls. He smiled happily while I took him by the cafeteria, gym, and the library until we finally hung out in the courtyard to waist the rest of the class. "So aren't you the personification of Spain?" I asked, not because I was curious, but because the silence was boring.

"Si." He smiled and then looked around. "Why aren't there any teachers out here telling us that we are supposed to be in class?" He asked, head tilting to the side, his brown hair shaking with the movement.

I could tell that he hadn't been here before; although most nations who show up haven't. The Hetalia Academy was a new school compared to most with only being open for three years. "They don't care." I replied. "We are nations and the teachers and staff know we are so they don't bother us. The Hetalia Academy was created to keep all the nations updated and to lower the amount of wars between each other, so as long as we aren't fighting we have freedom." Talking with him actually wasn't so bad as long as he wasn't being too weird.

Spain then asked, "So how many and which nations officially attend? And aren't some of them a bit old looking to be in high school?"

"You don't pay attention to much do you?" I said, not expecting an answer, but just continued to receive that annoying grin of his. "This is a high school and college put together." I rolled my eyes. "That's why this place is so big." It was one of the only things that I liked about the school; I could take high school and college courses without it being weird. "And I don't know all of the nations that attend here, but I have seen America, England, Russia," I shivered at that name, "The Baltic States and I am too lazy to name the rest. you will see them around anyway."

"Oh, gracias." He laughed and looked over to one of the only unique buildings. Most of the buildings were the same dull browns and tans, but the one we were both looking at was only for nations. It was white with all of the flags on it, creating a multitude of colors around it. "So is that where we have our 'group time'?"

He asked, referring to the extra class we had one day a week. "Yes." I replied in bored voice.

Spain just would not shut up, so we continued talking for a while. I don't why I ended telling him the truthful answer to every question he asked, or why I even bothered to ask him questions in return. I guess I was just in a good mood. And then he had a questionable question (ignore the pun) to ask me. "Hey Romano… What are you doing this weekend?" Spain's Green eyes were vibrant and hopeful.

Was he planning on asking me to go out with him somewhere or something? I looked down at my hands while my cheek turned a disgusting light pink and I messed with the edge of my Black Veil Brides t-shirt, pulling at a random thread. "I don't know, I have a few different things I could go do, but I haven't decided yet."

My eyes traveled back up to his tanned face, saw his hopeful look in those green eyes, and I waited for him to speak. "Well I would be so happy if you would care to join me for my party on Saturday. I was just planning on a little fun day of cake and movies on Saturday. Since I am new here, I don't really have many of my friends near… so will you please come over for my Moving In Party? It's to help me get to know the people here; so there will be many people. Please Lovino?"

He still had that pleading look in his eyes when I spoke. "Its Romano and I don't know… I mean, I just me-"

Brrriiinnnggg. The bell rang, signaling for students to go to their next class. We jumped up, students swarming everywhere and I was scooped up into the crowd when Antonio shouted over the commotion, "Just think about it please!"

Ugh. English is probably one of the most boring subjects in school. A book was shoved in my direction; "Night" by that old Ely guy or whatever. Apparently we were starting off the year with a 'great' book to 'get our minds back into the thinking process.' The teacher was droning on and on about her expectations of us, which gave me opportunity to zone out, like usual, but I couldn't think of anything else but if I was going to actually go to Spain's house on Saturday. I just met him and he already wants me over. Well I have seen him at a meeting before, but we hadn't talked to each other. What the fuck is wrong with him? Well, I guess I could go just this once, not because I want to, but because he is new, and I happen to be free of plans on Saturday. Once he finds someone else to bug, I can be done with his ass. Although, when we were talking normally about non-weird stuff, like the other nations and life in general, it wasn't so bad talking to him. As long as he doesn't try anything funny, I will go to his house, I guess…

"Alright class, I hope to have a great year with you all." The teacher said as the bell rang. I trudged on to my next class, chemistry, with the push-over teacher, Ms. Jean. When I got into the classroom I went to the farthest table from the teacher and tossed my black back-pack onto the floor next to the chair. There were two chairs to each rectangular table so that means I have to share a table. Well that fucking sucks. I hope it's someone I am not irritated by, which basically excludes everyone. Random pencil marks covered the walls by my table and I was making out the words "Chem is lame" when a chill crept up my spine from a sickeningly sweet voice, "Ah~ little Lovino Vargas, I haven't seen you in ages. Did you miss me lovely?"

That awful French bastard pulled me into his arms in a way to close and personal hug. "Hell no, I didn't miss you! Get off of me asshole!"

One arm moved to my waist and I shivered from his touch, but not in the good way. He apparently thought it was in a good way though because it caused him to smirk. Damn me for not being strong enough to throw him off! I grabbed his shirt, but he took that as initiative to grab my chin and tilt it up toward his face. I felt paralyzed. I thought he was going to kiss me and I am sure he planned it from seeing the lust in his eyes. "But Little Lovino I just can't help myself. I just missed you so much~" He bent his head down and his lips were mere inches from mine. Where the hell is the damn teacher? His breath smelt like wine and his breath was hot on my face. Suddenly, I could feel my limbs again. No way was I going to let this pervert kiss me! I swung my fist and it connected to something, it just wasn't what I was aiming for…

Spain had caught my fist before it landed on its expected destination. I thought he was against me until he grabbed France by the collar and pulled him back so our lips didn't connect. Spain had his goofy grin that seemed to be permanently plastered to his face, but there was something different about his facial features. A look that I thought was maybe jealousy, but I wasn't sure, had entered his eyes. "Francis mi amigo, I see you haven't changed since we last met. I am fond of you, but I am not fond of you trying to kiss mi amigo nuevo when he is against it." Francis automatically let go of me, which surprised me because he usually doesn't listen to anyone.

Antonio then let go of my hand and pulled Francis into a close hug. It was then that I noticed how similar they were dressed. Both were in black skinny jeans with skin tight -almost like a second skin- silk button-up shirts. The only difference was that while Francis's shirt was lavender, Antonio's was a deep red.

We spent an awkward moment just standing there until the teacher walked in and announced for us to take our seats. I jumped into my seat with a thump and it seemed to be a mad dash between Spain and France to get to the seat next to me. I was reluctantly grateful that Spain was the one who got the seat next to me. He is annoying, but he is nothing compared to that French pervert. It was for nothing in the end though because we had an odd number of students and with a rose on the teacher's desk, and some persuasion I'm sure, France ended up at our desk putting me in the middle. Fuck this class.

"Students, I am Miss Loliva. I am usually easy to get along with but I do not tolerate disobeying the classroom rules. They are there for a reason…" I zoned out, lost in my own thoughts until a felt a hand being put on my left thigh. Damn it Frenchy! I slapped his hand away and noticed a small piece of paper slide toward me from the right.

Spain wrote to me: Is France bothering you?

Me: What the hell do you think?

Spain: Don't take him seriously, he is a perpetual flirt. He flirts with everyone...

Me: I know that all fucking ready, but it doesn't make it less annoying.

Spain: Language Lovino~

Me: Fuck language and why do you call me Lovino?

Spain: Well that's your name isn't it?

Me: Well… Yes, but so is Romano and I usually only let a couple people actually call me Lovino, but only if I am close enough to them.

Spain: well then can I get close enough to call you that?

He scooted his a little bit closer as is if to add emphasis into his words. Idiot.

Me: Ugh, you can call me Lovino but just stop being a weirdo!

I heard him chuckle and his leg lightly brushed mine and lingered there for a moment. His leg was warm against mine. I definitely would have jerked away but France was on the other side of me and dealing with him was worse than dealing with Spain. I received the paper again.

Spain: Have you thought about Saturday at all?

Me: yes.

Spain: well?

Me: I guess I will go, but just this once and it's only because you are new… well accept France since you seem to know so well… why don't you ask him instead?

Spain: Yay! I cannot wait until Saturday! Thank you Lovino for saying you will come over.

Me: Ugh. Fine, but don't try anything funny or it will be your funeral.

Spain: Of course Lovino~ =D

I crumpled the paper up and threw it into the trash can behind me without the teacher noticing. After a couple minutes later I received another paper, but from my left this time. What the fuck did France want?

France: What did you tell Antonio? He has been smiling like a fool since you stopped passing that note.

Me: Nothing French Bastard. I just told him that I was coming over on Saturday.

France: Just you two?

Me: So what if it is?

France: Oh? Is my little Lovino finally interested in men? Because I am here to satisfy any need you may get ;)

Me: No, You fucking pervert! It's just a party to get to know people in the town! Not that it concerns you.

France: Aww I was hoping for some Lovino Lovin~

Me: Fuck you

France: When and where baby ;) any time is good for me. I think he might like you though. I knew Antonio had good taste.

Me: Yeah right Frenchy. We are both men and I am straight. Nothing will happen between me and him.

France: Ok Lovino. But if that straight preference changes, let me know ;P

Eww! I crumpled up the paper with a growl. Antonio looked over, his green eyes questioning, and grabbed the note before I could throw it away. "Give that back bastard." I reached for the note but he dodged my hand effortlessly.

"Romano Vargas! Is there something you like to share?"

"No Miss Loliva." I hunched over in my chair, not feeling like getting sent to the office. I could hear bot Spain and Francis chuckling next to me.

This was going to be a LONG year…