A Gakuen Hetalia fic! There are no pairing between the main four at the moment, and probably won't be for quite a while.
Victoria stood in front of her dorm room mirror, trying to braid her hair.
"Dangit, stop bunching up like that!" She muttered, undoing the whole thing. Her roommate, Sakura Russo, walked in at that moment, throwing a towel over her head. The third year snickered at her annoyed expression, walking over to her side.
"Breakfast starts in fifteen minutes." She said, taking one ponytail in her hand. "What are you doing?"
"Today's the day I'm going to do it! So I want to look my best." Victoria explained quickly, sighing in relief as the other girl took over.
"Uh huh. Heard that before." Sakura finished on side and went to the other, glancing at the clock from time to time. "Don't you want to look good for my ceremony too? I'm graduating after all." The brown haired girl shook her head, yelping at the sharps tugs that reprimanded her action.
"You're going to be leaving me to go to America! I'm crushed..." She mumbled. Sakura started to slip on a dress, looking at herself in the mirror.
"It's not forever. Besides, I'll keep in contact with you." Seeing the pout on the younger girls' face only made her want to laugh more. "Come on, give me a hug Baka."
Victoria stood up grudgingly, wrapping her arms around the others waist.
"I'm going to miss you beanpole."mShe murmured shortly.
"I'll miss you too shorty." Sakura replied, giving her a bone crushing hug. "Now, we have to get to breakfast!"
"Congratulations, class of 20XX!" Amid hollers and cheers and mortar boards flying, the graduating class charged out of the room followed by the other students of Gakuen Hetalia. The halls were soon filled with chatting students and their parents, many of them hugging and crying loudly. Peeking around a corner, Victoria spotted the object of her search: Francis Bonnefoy. He had only been her secret crush since primary school. The blonde was talking to another student, before the two disappeared outside. This is it. she could do this. She was so absorbed in thought that she didn't notice someone sneak up behind her.
"Angel!" Victoria shrieked, jumping several feet in the air before feeling arms around her waist. "I've been looking for you." She turned to see Sakura smiling at her, graduation gown still on.
"You scared me! And don't call me Angel, my middle name is Angelique!" The brunette scowled at her, not entirely angry at her friend. "And I'm about to tell him, so stop setting my nerves on edge."
Sakura shrugged, still grinning brightly. "I came to tell you goodbye. My parents are taking me home to pack for my flight next week." Victoria's scowl turned into a frown, before she forced a smile.
"Bye Sakura. Don't get your idiot self in trouble over there." She murmured, hugging her friend once more.
"Me, get into trouble? Never!" Sakura replied. "You too." Reaching into her pockets, she pulled out a small box, placing it in Victoria's hand.
"What is it?" She asked, starting to unwrap it. Sakura shook her head quickly, placing her hand over hers.
"You gotta wait till my flight leaves to open!" She started backing up, hearing her family call for her. "And don't forget: even if he doesn't love you, someone else definitely will!" Victoria's stuck her tongue out at the older girl, ignoring her laughter. "And lead the football team to glory!"
"Whatever!" The brunette replied, watching as Sakura disappeared out the door. She followed shortly, trying to locate Francis once more. Seeing the blonde disappear into a car, she started to run over, instead crashing into someone. The two tumbled over, amid curses from the unfortunate on the bottom. Victoria pushed herself up painfully, looking into the irate eyes of Lovino Vargas.
"Hey Lovino!" She said cheerfully, making no attempt to get up now. The fellow brunette growled, forcing himself into a sitting position.
"Donna, get off of me right now!" He barked. She huffed, moving off of him.
"You're kinda grumpy today." Victoria muttered, sighing. "And now I won't be able to see him..."
Lovino raised an eyebrow, looking around. "See who?"
"Francis of course!" The Italian's face instantly scrunched up in disgust at the name. " I...wanted to talk to him. And now he won't be back for a week."
"A week isn't nearly enough for that bastard." He muttered, dodging the smack she tried to deal him. "Any way, where's that other idiot that's always with you?"
"Sakura just left. She'll be flying out next week." Victoria replied morosely. "And stop being fussy about her."
"She tossed me into the pool, tugged my curl, and insisted on faking an Italian accent whenever she saw me." He grumbled, ignoring the chuckles form the girl in front of him. "Anway! Who's going to lead the girl's team now?" The Italian was on the boys football team, along with many other guys. Football was the biggest sport at their school, and brought in a lot of recognition. "We need to bring in some medals this year."
"Me of course! We already discussed it with the coach." He nodded as if satisfied, before looking to his watch.
"Well, I have to go. Feliciano and I are meeting the others at Starbucks. You coming?" By others, he meant the usual group of friends they shared. Besides Francis, the Beilschmidt brothers-Ludwig and Gilbert- and Rochelle, there was Antonio, Elizaveta, Roderich, and Bella. They had been friends since they were kids and lived in the same neighborhood. Of course, they had all moved apart, before eventually meeting up at this high school and resuming their friendships. Alfred, Arthur and Matthew had joined their group not too long ago, as some of them had met each other already. Gilbert brought Ivan and Yekaterina into their circle, who had brought with them Yao. Their small groups of friends seemed to be increasing everyday.
She shook her head quickly. "Not today. I have an extra class."
He stood up before offering a hand to her, both looking down as the small present fell to the ground when she stood.
"Yours?" Lovino bent down to pick it up, looking it over.
"Yeah, from Sakura. But she told me not to open it." Victoria poked the box, chuckling. "Could you hold onto it so I don't open it? The urge is too strong for me."
He scoffed. "Whatever, but I might open it."
"Rude." She murmured.
"Arrivederci then, Napolean."
"Salut, Mario."
"One chicken Parmesan. Next!" Victoria continued moving down the line, grabbing a cup and a small bag if chips. The rainy weather was slightly depressing, but the thought of what she was going to do brightened her up slightly. A week had past quickly, each day making her more nervous and more determined.
"Okay, today is the day then." She murmured, looking for a place to sit. Her usual spot was taken by...Rochelle? The student from Monaco was sitting between Francis and Bella, chatting away. The pit of her stomach twisted uncomfortably as she started for another table. Suddenly, Francis stood up, clanking two trays together. The student body slowly quieted and stared at him.
"Bonjour everybody!" He yelled, grinning. "I have an announcement to make! I am no longer in the market!"
"What the heck does that mean Francis?" A guy yelled out.
"I'm no longer single!" Victoria froze in place, her tray shaking in her hands. "I'm dating Rochelle Pierre!" People started clapping, with a few cat calls thrown at them. She could see the eyes of her teammates on her now, some giving her worried looks while the others were clearly yelling 'kill him now.' Victoria struggled to breath for a few seconds, before smiling back, shaking her head. Sitting down at an empty table, she made sure her back was to the couple. Maybe if she couldn't see it, it wouldn't hurt so much.
(A/N) Victoria is Seychelles. Forgot to mention that earlier. Sakura Russo is just a name I grabbed from another OC of mine; but she is not Fem! Japan.
