So, new story here. It might continue, it might not, idk. It all depends on it I randomly fail at writing again :P.

This is mainly Romania and Bulgaria, but there's going to be Serbia and Bosnia in later chapters (Later chapters? Wut?). But uuuuumm. Highschool fic, nothing too violent and I do not own Hetalia.

….s'about it bro's…enjoy.

Chapter 1. Meetings and Tyrants

"She's yelling at me again," Nikolai noted dully, watching his girlfriend yell furiously at him, even though the headphones in his ears were plainly obvious and playing music so loud it should be almost impossible to not hear the music. 'Why is she still yelling?'

This wasn't the first time Milica had yelled at him, obviously. She yelled at him for random shit at least every week or so, more often twice a week than once actually.

'Sheesh, she's really red in the face. I wonder if she's going to pass out again.'

Milica was beautiful, her ice blue eyes and medium length, silvery-gray hair tended to draw the boys in the school like flies. But most of the time she was dumped within days because of her batshit insane attitude. One thing done wrong spelt hell for anyone dating her. She was demanding, commanding and really good at reprimanding.

Nikolai had never been told about this, and he had been new to the school, so naturally, he'd been drawn to the pretty and seemingly sane girl. It had taken one day for him to realize she was completely insane, but yet they'd been dating for at least three months.

Milica reached over and yanked Nikolai's head phones out of his ear, apparently finally caring whether he heard her or not.

"Do you even want to date me? Why the fuck aren't you listening to me you asshole! Are you cheating on me! ANSWER ME!"

Nikolai wasn't shocked in the least by her venomous and demanding tone of voice-he'd grown used to it. Apparently the people walking down the hall hadn't, because they were doing a variety of things like walking quickly by, staring at them, or the few that knew Milica, just walked by and muttered things like 'psycho' and 'insane.'

"Milica people are starin-."

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF PEOPLE ARE STARING. FUCK OFF AND SHUT UP!" Milica warned loudly.

Nikolai didn't even flinch when she lashed out and wrapped her hand around the collar of his polo, yanking him foreword as she shouted. 'God, she's really mad this time,' he thought as she glared vehemently at him. He decided this was not a good time to point out the fact that she'd just contradicted herself by demanding him to speak and then telling him to shut up.

Milica was shouting again, this time beginning to go on about how rude he was to her and how he didn't appreciate her. 'She truly is insane.'

Milica could have gone on for hours, probably would have too if Miles hadn't appeared.

Miles was fairly tall for his age, towering above almost everyone in the school besides the Swedish and Scottish foreign exchange students. He was Milica's younger brother, but no one could really tell. He towered over her like everyone else. He had hair like Milica's, only shorter and a shade darker, and his eyes looked like hers too except they were darker as well.

Nikolai had to conclude he liked miles since he was the one that had saved him countless times from the wrath of his sister. He probably wouldn't even be alive if he hadn't intervened on some of the things he had.

"Milica, get to class before you get detention again," Miles said, monotonously. He never really was gifted in expressing emotion. Nikolai didn't now if that was intentional or if he had just lived with Milica for so long during his childhood the ability to feel anything other than utter misery was lost.

'Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh.'

Milica glared darkly at her brother, but still let go of Nikolai's collar, knowing enough by now that in a fight between her and her brother the odds weren't entirely against him.

Miles didn't even raise an eyebrow at Milica's death glare, and instead turned on his heel and walked back down the hall, disappearing into the flow students. The number of them in the hallway had increased now that it was so close to the time for homeroom to begin.

"Fine, whatever Nikolai, just forget it. Are you going to wait for me after my class or are you such an ass that you can't remember where the fuck it is again?"

'Oh yeah, that's what this entire thing was about wasn't it. I forgot to wait for her after her last class yesterday and then his phone died. She'd thought he'd been ignoring her….again.'

Nikolai sighed and said that he'd be there.

Milica smiled for the first time that day and when Nikolai saw it the only thing he could think was 'Fake!Fake!Fake!'. Milica then gave him a quick peck on the cheek before going off to her classroom, acting as if the past few minutes of her shouting in his face weren't even relevant.

Nikolai sighed and put his headphones back in before heading down the hall. 'God, she's insane. Why do I even put up with this?'

Nikolai opened the door to his homeroom and went inside, sitting down in his desk in the front of the room. He hadn't really any idea why his teacher put him there. He was an almost straight A student. 'It's probably because of my missing work. I never do my work for this class' Nikolai thought, and it was true. His book for this class was just so heavy. He hated dragging it home. So he did what he could in class and if it didn't get done then, it never did.

"Hello!"

Nikolai looked up as he set his bag down on the floor next to him.

Earlier in the year, a senior who'd failed this mandatory class three times, had sat across from him. His name was Ivan Braginski, he was Russian, and supposedly had killed a man before.

Nikolai had no idea how true that was, but he found that it wasn't as unbelievable with Ivan as it should have been.

Across from Ivan had been where a small shy Lithuanian boy, Toris, sat. The two of them had gotten along about as well as a mouse trapped in a bag with a cat.

Apparently shit had gotten out of hand with the two of them and Toris' sassy and impeccably annoying boyfriend, Felicks, had reported Ivan for harassment.

Some more shit went down and Ivan wound up being removed from all of Toris' classes.

So the seat across from him had been empty for the past quarter.

But now, in the seat sat a blonde man wearing a cat-like grin across his face as he looked at Nikolai.

'Damn, what's up with his eyes. There like…red.' "Hello," Nikolai said in a voice that implied he had no intention of continuing the conversation.

Implication must not have been the newcomer's strong suit, as he continued talking in a light and nearly sickeningly cheerful voice.

"My name is Adrian! I just moved here."

"I honestly don't care," Nikolai sighed. Well, he wasn't exactly known for his politeness throughout the school. In fact it was pretty much the opposite. He hardly had any friends. And if he had to call anyone his best friend, it would be Miles since he wasn't going to give that title to his tyrant of a girlfriend.

'I'm a lonely person.'

"Oh, sorry. I just thought you'd want to know more about me." Adrian said, his tone of voice not changing in the least, obviously expecting Nikolai to turn around and engage in conversation immediately.

Nikolai ignored him, figuring if he did so, he'd stop talking.

Nikolai was sadly mistaken.

Ten painful minutes later, Nikolai was ready to leap across the gap between their desks and shank Adrian in the windpipe with his pencil. 'Why the hell is he even talking to me? No one talks to me.'

Nikolai remembered then that Adrian had just moved here. So he had no idea who was who in this high school.

'Whatever, it's not my problem to fucking teach him.' Nikolai thought bitterly after contemplating if he should inform Adrian of everything about this school's society. He decided against it because he didn't want to encourage Adrian's attempt to start conversations with him.

Luckily for Adrian's windpipe, and most importantly Nikolai's pencil, the teacher came into the room and began class.

About halfway through the class, Nikolai noticed that Adrian had shut up and was now feverishly taking notes. He'd already filled out two pages and it had only been five minutes into the lesson.

'What the hell? No one else even gives a flying shit about this class,' Nikolai thought, wondering what the hell Adrian was taking notes on as the teacher was simply reviewing the homework, which Nikolai had not done, and possible questions on the quiz tomorrow. He figured it must have been notes on the quiz, and that set him content for a few moments, but then he realized that Adrian could not possibly be taking the quiz tomorrow since he just came here today.

The bell finally rang signaling the hour was over and Nikolai had to force every bit of himself into obedience to not turn towards Adrian and demand what the hell he was taking notes on.

'Why the hell is this bothering me so much? It's just notes.'

Nikolai sighed as he put his headphones back in. He was just about to turn his music on when he realized Adrian had come over to his desk and was talking to him again. Nikolai wondered how long he'd been talking because Adrian was talking in the middle of a seemingly random sentence.

'…going into nursing. I know it's a little girlish but I just love hanging out with children. What are you going into?"

Nikolai looked at Adrian incredulously, wondering what the other man was talking about.

"You don't like to talk a lot, do you?" Adrian continued, taking Nikolai's look against him.

'Good god, he's the slowest person on the planet' "No, not really. Is there any reason why you're still here?" Nikolai asked, standing up and picking his bag up off of the floor, slipping in over his shoulder where he usually carried it.

"Well, I just wanted to talk to you. I just got here, and I wanted to make friends…." Adrian said slowly, finally sensing the small (incredibly obvious) amount of disdain in Nikolai's glare.

"Too bad, I already have friends. And they don't have freakishly long canine teeth or hair," Nikolai said. In truth, Adrian's canines weren't that long, they were just a little sharp, it was natural and Nikolai had only said that to get him to shut up and leave him alone. Basically the same thing about his hair, it was actually kind of cool the way it curved just above his left eye. But once again, it was probably the only way to get him to leave him alone.

Adrian face looked a lot more shocked than Nikolai had expected, then it turned guarded, and a little hurt. "Oh, um, sorry…I just wanted to make…friends."

Nikolai felt like he'd just kicked a puppy. "Look, I-you…you just don't want to be friends with me, you'll understand why when you get used to things around here." Nikolai sighed, pushing his hands into the pockets of his school uniform jacket. 'Or my girlfriend.'

Before giving Adrian a chance to respond, Nikolai walked past him and left the room to go to his next class.

He was halfway there when he realized…

"NIKOLAI! YOU FUCKING BULGARIAN ASSHOLE!"

Milica was pushing through people as she stormed up to him, her ice blue eyes set in the death glare that he'd grown all too familiar to seeing.

"Oh god." Nikolai mumbled under his breath, wondering if he could just turn and run and get away with it. He decided against it and stayed where he was, running would only make it worse.

"I asked you to do one thing! And that's to fucking walk me to three of my classes during day. And you can't even fucking manage that. What the hell? Do you even care about this relationshi-.'

Nikolai, who'd zoned out when Milica had been yelling, looked up as a quiet, yet familiar voice interrupted Milica. His eyes went wide as, Adrian began speaking slowly.

"It's not his fault…I was just…I needed Nikolai to point out my next class. I'm new here and…yeah." Adrian trailed off as he noticed Milica's look. It was a mix between boredom and annoyance.

"You're knew here? Ho, boy, you have a lot to learn around here if you want to keep from dying." Milica said in a cruel and condescending voice.

She was referring to the unspoken rule Nikolai and everyone around her tended to follow: never interrupt an argument between Milica and anyone else. Obviously Adrian's lack of knowledge in the subject was pissing her off.

"We need to get to class…" Nikolai began slowly after a few moments of Milica glaring expectantly at Adrian who was avoiding meeting her gaze and shifting uncomfortable underneath it.

Milica nodded after a moment, casting a lingering glare at him before turning back towards Nikolai.

'Damn, she's still pissed.' Nikolai thought, registering the warning look in Milica's eyes as she placed her hand in his and began walking down the hall. Her grip was strong and tight, only a small sign of the anger Milica was still obviously feeling.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really did get caught up with things, he kind of just started talking to me out of the blue."

Milica cast him one of her signature glares that read 'I'm going to be pissed at you no matter what you say.'

Nikolai just moved his gaze away from hers, deciding that right now it was just best to let Milica be mad.

'Dammit. Just when I thought we'd have an almost nice day today…'

At the end of the hall, still standing outside of his last classroom, Adrian looked after Nikolai, feeling a little shut down and sad that his first attempt to make friends had gone so awfully bad. He knew that he'd just made things worse between Nikolai and his girlfriend, even though he'd just been trying to help. He didn't really know how he'd done that, but that was irrelevant because he had. Adrian recalled Nikolai's comment about not being his friend just before he'd left the classroom.

'If he really meant that, I guess he must be weird too right?' Adrian thought slowly, shifting his weight as he thoughts drifted.

A shoulder slammed into his and Adrian was sent stumbling foreword, the person that hit him cursing loudly and telling him to stop being shit-headed and learn to walk.

Adrian apologized, even though the other person had walked away and began scrambling to grab his things off the floor so he could get to his next class on time.

"So far, this school sucks, Mom."

Shawabababa…

yes, that is supposed to say Mom at the end, that'll be explained in later chapters.

Eh, I don't know what to do about this…I might continue. Quite lately I've found it getting harder and harder to find things to write about..hrm. Anyway, as far as I know, this is going to be my new project.

So tell me what you think, should I kill it? Focus my entire life on it? Cant get better unless you tell me what's wrong.