Hey guys!

I feel so awesome right now! I'm publishing my first fanfiction ever! I've never published my work before, so this is a big leap for me!

This fanfiction will be rated M for language, possible smut, and perhaps some violence later mentioned in the story.

This is my first fanfiction, it may not be the best quality, but I hope you guys like it!

I do not own Hetalia nor any of it's characters mentioned. All rights go to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Chapter I

A quick breath passed my lips as I finally found my locker, number 237, and I relaxed myself a little bit. I had been at this new school for less than an hour now, and nothing was making the least bit of sense to me.

I calmly entered my locker combination on the dial, making sure to spin it to the correct numbers, then pulled down the lock. It didn't budge.

"Mierda . . ." I cursed under my breath in my native tongue.

I brushed a loose strand of my dark brown hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear.

After trying a few more times, I had finally managed to unlock the locker and open it up.

"Ya es hora!" I whispered to myself as I examined the inside of the locker.

It wasn't dusty or dirty, so there was a good side in that. The locker wasn't that small, it had just enough room for my books and binders, and the combination was pretty easy to remember. The lockers back in Spain were a bit more tight and hadn't recieved a lot of maintence lately. This school was for the multi cultured students, some from as far as Japan, Russia, or even England, as a matter of fact.

When I had set my last textbook into the locker, not including the Science textbook that I needed for first period, I felt something fall out of my hair and land on the floor. Looking down, I saw my flower hairclip had fallen out, and I bent over slightly to pick it up.

I straightened back up and clipped it back in my hair to it's normal spot, which held a few strands of my hair out of my eyes.

"That color suits you well, ma chérie." A voice spoke behind me. A heavy French accent was tied with his words. I quickly turned around and was immediately startled by this student.

He was young, but with the bit of stubble on his chin he had a more mature look. He had long, wavy, blonde hair that hung to just above his shoulders, which was a fitting style for him. He had sapphire blue eyes that dazzled with the light that reflected off of them, and he had a creamy olive skin color. He smiled at me in a nice, warming way, but it felt a bit creepy.

"Um . . . excuse me?" I looked at the boy with a confused expression.

"Ah, a thousand apologies, I did not mean to frighten you. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Francis Bonnefoy, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He took my fingers in his hand and lightly kissed the top of my hand. I recognized this as a friendly gesture from some European country, but I still pulled my hand away from him quickly.

"Yeah, hola." I awkwardly responded.

"Ah, is that Spanish I am hearing? Where are you from, ma chérie?" He asked me.

Why does he keep calling me that? I don't even know what it means!

"I'm from Spain."

"Espagne? How interesting . . ." He looked at me with dazed eyes.

I'm only gonna assume that's French for Spain

. I thought as he stared at me.

"Hey, Francis, stop hitting on the new girl!" Another voice came from the left side of him. A student was coming down the hall towards me and him. What was even stranger than these two was the second boy's appearance.

He had short, spiked, silvery-white hair that was bright in the light. As he got closer, I noticed that he had the appearance of an albino. His skin was a creamy ivory color, and his eyes were what surprised me the most. His irises were blood red colored. Red eyes? That's new.

From the way he talked, he sounded a bit German.

"Was zur Hölle?! You said you'd be at my dorm to help me out with my practice papers last night, but you never showed up!" He spoke in what I assumed was a German accent. It sounded like he said 'what the hell' for a minute there.

"I had other things to do, and my cellphone broke yesterday, so I couldn't call you. It wasn't my fault, it was dear angleterre who smashed it onto the floor, not me." Francis explained to the German.

"Whatever. I'll just finish them before fourth period." He rolled his eyes. His view turned to me, and the annoyance seemed to clear from his face. "Is this the new girl?" He asked Francis.

"Oui, this is her." He turned to look at me with the same creepy look in his eyes. "This is my friend-"

"The awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt! Ha ha!" The German grinned and finished off with a laugh.

"Are you German?" I asked him.

"I'm Prussian, not German! There's a difference!" Gilbert complained.

"Prussia does not exist anymore, Gilbert." Francis countered.

Gilbert's eyes narrowed at the Frenchman. "Suck my five meters, you French bastard!"

"Ohonhon, I would gladly." Francis smirked at the albino.

"I didn't mean it literally! God, you're such a pervert!"

"Don't release your sexual tensions towards me."

Gilbert stood there with his mouth agape. With a furious look in his eye, he walked around the Frenchman and continued muttering something in German as he angrily walked down the hall.

Francis took a deep breath, then turned back to me.

"Would you like me to help you find your first class, ma chérie?" He asked me politely.

"Um, sure, if you would like."

He smiled at me brightly. "Of course, follow me."

Francis started walking with me towards my first class.

"I don't believe I caught your name, ma chérie." Francis spoke as we passed a group of girls that stared at him eagerly.

"Oh, I nearly forgot. My name's Antoniette Carriedo."

"Hmm . . . such a lovely name for a very belle fille." His French accent smoothly rolled through his lips.

"What does that mean? I don't speak French." I asked him.

"It means beautiful girl. You are indeed a belle fille, Antoniette."

I felt the skin on my cheeks growing warmer. I had never been told by anyone other than my parents and my family that I was beautiful, and this seemed to spark a light inside of me.

Then again, he was just charming me, after all.

Please tell me how I did!

This is a new writing expirience for me and I would love your opinion! All reviews are appericiated!

I know this is a uneventful chapter, but bear with me! I will undoubtedly try my best.

Translations:

Mierda - Spanish for 'shit'

Ya es hora - Spanish for 'It's about time'

Ma chérie - French for 'My darling'

Espagne - French for 'Spain'

Was zur Hölle - German for 'what the hell'

Angleterre - French for 'England'

Belle fille - French for 'beautiful girl'