A/N: So I just got this from the back of my mind. I don't know ._. My character is an OC and if you don't like that then don't read… Simple as that! :3
I do not own Hetalia… Sad face.
WARNING: Contains cursing and other things o_o Hope you enjoy~!
Chapter 1:
"Welcome to Saint Lucius School for boys Azul Alexis Santiago de la Cruz." A tall man with dark brown hair, light brown eyes and tanned-ish skin greeted me in the main door of the school. He wore a black suit with a roman eagle on his tie, the man looked professional and well organized but the way he smiled said so other wise. "I hope that you find this school suitable to your educational needs… Also, consider this your new home for the next four years." I didn't like the way he said that but I simply nodded.
"I assure you that I will find at home here. " I answered looking up the front of the school. It looked like the old churches back in Madrid. The same gothic architecture, long towers and even the gargoyles on the roof reminded me of home. Suddenly I felt home sick, but this was my new home. I had to get use it.
"Do not worry, most of the students who arrive here usually get homesick but they warm up to the school, so will you." He gave me a small reassuring smile before extending his hand towards me, "I am Marcus Varus, director of this school."
I shook his hand.
"Well now that I have introduced myself, lets get you settled into your dorm." He led the way, and I followed.
Along the way to the dormitories, which was located to the west side of this freaking giant campus and the huge school, I noticed guys in uniforms.
The first one was simple, black bottoms, white shirt, silver tie and a blue coat. I didn't know we had to wear uniforms. As if Director Marcus could read my thoughts he turned to me.
"Uniforms are not mandatory, but I do recommend wearing them. It suits the school better." He smiled. This guy was friendly, and the more he talked the more I noticed an accent in his voice. What was it? Italian? Something like that.
I began to study the school. The main building, from what I have seen in photos had two wings wrapped around a bountiful garden where it was optional for students to eat during lunch. On the right side of the wing was where the freshman and sophomores studied; on the left was where the juniors and seniors studied. To the west of the main building were the dormitories. A four story building and next to it a smaller version of it but only two stories, first floor was for the freshmen and then it went up. As for the smaller building next to it was for students who had been late accepted or had problems in the main building or simply requested being apart form the others, which was rare. In my case, I was set to the second dormitory, due to the fact that I was late admitted to the school and in the middle of November.
"Well here we are." The director said opening the door for me and letting me in. I expected the inside of the dormitory to look like the outside; old fashioned and gothic styled. But I was way off, and by many centuries. The flooring was dark wood and the wall were a shade of pearl. We stood in the living room… Wait. Living room? A huge living room? This didn't look like a dormitory at all, it look like a house. Or should I say mini mansion? There was a flat screen TV, a modern looking fireplace, rugs made out of animal skin, leather sofas, a freaking Play Station System along by an Xbox and even a Wii… What the hell was this? This is nothing of what I expected.
"Well your room is in the third floor, the one to the right." Varus shot me a smile, "I took the liberty to transfer a friend of yours to this dormitory, I know he will take care of you and show you around." He turned around. "Your belongings are in your room. "
"Gracias." I turned to bow my head and return the smile.
"Tomorrow you will start school. So don't worry about it. Classes will end in an hour so make your self at home. Explore the dormitory if you wish. I will send someone in the morning to pick you up."
I nodded watching him close the door behind him and leave. I sighed; I was left alone in this mini mansion. There was one thing left to do. Explore! I took my iPod from my back pocket and began playing my favorite songs as I walked to the huge flat screen TV. To my surprise, it was 3D. I wonder how the hell they let this be here, this was a school. One of the best in the world; why would they let students have this? I shrugged, and continued my exploration to the kitchen. It was a normal kitchen, only with ivory counters, a huge fridge, and a table that seated 12 people and still had enough room for more. Huh. I would be sharing the dormitory with 12 people. Not bad. On to the dinning room. Nothing much, a table with 12 chairs and lots of fancy paintings around with modern looking art. Not bad.
While singing along to the song of "PonPonPon" I ended in the second floor. It was a white hall with three wooden doors on either side of it. I looked at the right side first. It had the names of the people that slept in the room. The first read Ivan Braginski the second, Honda Kikui and the third was, Yao Wang. Interesting. Then the left. First door was Matthew Williams then, Alfred F. Jones. Such an American name, and finally Arthur Kirkland.
"Huh, I like this. Such a variety of people form different places. This should be interesting~!" I laughed. Middle school back in Madrid was boring. I went to one of the top schools in the nation but it was still pretty boring. No challenge, no interesting people… no thrill.
The third floor was no different from the second. I checked the right again. The first was Francis Bonnefoy, then Ludwig Beillschmidt, and finally…. Feliciano and Lovino Vargas? Wait? These two people shared a room? Wasn't that against school rules? No one shared rooms unless they didn't have enough room… But these two guys did have the same last name and they were probably brothers… Oh well. I would have to ask him later. I then looked at the left side. Gilbert Beillschmidt, huh brother of the Ludwig guy? Probably. Then it was a blank door, which probably belong to me. I quickly read the name of the last door, which was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, and entered my room.
It was simple. A bed pushed to the left wall, a window with no blinds directly in front of the door, creamy colored walls, dark wooden floor, a desk pushed to the right wall, three rows for books to the right side of the wall and a huge dresser to the left of the wall. The room wasn't big but it wasn't small either. I liked it. My belongings sat in the middle of the room and I decided to unpack later after I met the rest of the guys. But right now, I had to stop the damn pain coming from my chest. I think I wrapped the bandages around myself a little bit tighter than usual, I guess I was nervous to finally be able to come all the way here.
I took of my hoodie and set it on the bed, off came my black shirt along with the black muscle shirt underneath. I walked to the mirror next to the desk and looked at my wrapped chest. I sighed. Stupid school, why did the one best school in the world had to be an all boys school?
I looked at my face. Slightly tanned skin, full lips, almond shaped amber eyes, black short hair cut in layers around my face… I did fit in with them. I really did look like on of them, at least if you didn't look long enough. I looked like a really feminine guy, lucky me. There were only two problems; my hips and my chest. For my hips, that were a bit too wide for a boy, I wore sweaters that would be long and cover them… As for the chest—I used bandages. Which could be a pain in the ass. Like now. They would mark the skin and itch most of the time, but I have gotten use to it. I have to, if I want to attend to this school. I must.
I began to loosen up the bandages around my chest. The music from my iPod was still turned up so I began to sing along with the rock song that had just came up. I never noticed when there was a light knock on my door. I never noticed when the door of my room opened, and I never noticed when a pair of green eyes started at my face in the mirror until the bandages came off my chest. Then I saw him, standing there with a freaking smile on his face, a stupid smile that never noticed me topless, with a pair of breasts only covered by hands. I swear I had never screamed and cursed so loudly in my life until now.