Sorry! I've always been so scared to post something here, incase I'd get bad reviews! D: Not that I'm a sissy. Dx I'm home sick today, so I thought I'd start something! And if the next chapter is supremely delayed, sorry! This is warning as Yuri. :D This fanfic is veeeryyyyy loosely based on the song "Young" by Hollywood Undead. I was listening to that song on repeat when I wrote this… o_o It bothers me a lot when authors don't give enough info on the story, so you can imagine it however you want. But I wanna say that This is PruCan, USUK/slight FrUK, and Spamano. Mostly Spamano, because I'm "Spain" and this is dedicated to my dear friend Nova, who is my little "Romano"~ They're all seniors, except the Vargas' and Ally, who are juniors. This is GENDERBEND AU. :D The genderbent characters includeeee: S. Italy (Lovina), Prussia (Gillian, Or Gil), Canada (Maddie), and North Italy (Felicia). If I decide on others, then I'll let you know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (dang it) or Hollywood Undead (also dangit.) So, enjoy~!

"Hey man. Get your head out of the window and listen to me." Another rough shake on his shoulder, and another threat to close the window on his head. Gil would never do that to him. Then he'd be headless. And that wouldn't be awesome. The argument went on between the albino driving and the blonde.

"Fine, fine." The brunette pulled his head back in the window, his hair more messy than usual from the wind. Francis, the blonde in the car, fixed his hair for him while murmuring in French. Gil laughed, turning down the street Francis' house was on. "Man, I can't believe she completely dissed you in front of everyone when you asked her." Francis shot a glare at the white haired girl. "Mon chere, that's not something to laugh at. Antoine loves her; don't make fun of that-"

Before he could finish, Antonio opened the door and got out, leaving Francis a way out of the middle seat in the front. "Here's your stop, Franny. And it's okay. Gil jokes. It's not a bad thing." A bright, but ultimately fake smile shone towards the driver and passenger, as the blonde climbed out. "I know, Antoine. But still, la'mour is not something Gillian should take so lightly." A glare, a few footsteps, and the French teenager was gone. Antonio climbed back into the car, buckling the passenger seatbelt, glad that there was finally enough room. Francis insisted that Antonio sit on his own lap. Which he did. Uncomfortably. While in the mist of his thoughts, a boyish, yet girly voice sounded in the car. "Y'know I was kidding, right? Maybe Lovina isn't the right girl for you, Toni…" Antonio just nodded, the fake smile dissolving into a depressed frown. How unlike himself… "But you can always try and win her back, right? I mean, surely she doesn't even have another date for prom… Maybe if it doesn't work you can ask her to take you to homecoming." Antonio pulled down the mirror that hung on the sunshield, fixing his own hair since Francis left. . Gillian started driving again, this time to an unknown destination. Probably a bar, Antonio thought and blew the destination off. "I guess, Gil… Pero aún así, ella es tan hermosa u sorprendente. I'm not even checking out any other girls anymore. I feel odd when Francis points out a 'total hottie' and I hardly even look."

Gillian was silent while Antonio talked, but almost slammed the brake at the last sentence. "You don't even check out anyone else but Lovina? Antonio, you can't be so serious! She's a girl. Not that I'm saying you should treat her badly, but trust me. Girls don't like it when you just come out with your love for them. Put some thought into asking her to prom. Pretend to check out other girls when she's around. Make her feel jealous of you actually pulling your attention to other girls! Pretend you aren't interested. Just don't take it so far as to actually be rude. If she talks to you, talk back. Play it cool." Gillian winked a crimson eye before pulling into a driveway. Finally the intention and destination of Gillian's driving hit Antonio as he glanced around. His heart began beating faster when he saw the tomato plants in the garden and the little Italian flag hanging off the mailbox. This was the Vargas sisters' house! "G-Gil… Why'd you drive me here?" Gillian's pale face shone with a bright smirk. "Ah. Well, I thought if you talk to Lovina's sister, Felicia, you can get some help on getting Lovina to say yes!" With that last word very alliterated, Gillian pushed Antonio out of the Jeep, making him stumble and fall onto his back on the black top right where his love interest's car would usually be. She's not home? How did Gillian know- "Good luck, you player! And remember, if you don't get her, there's always those other girls that flirt with you at school! Call me when you need a ride!" Without a response from the brunette, red eyes checked the street for cars, and then drove off, the driver laughing.

"I swear, Gil is going to get beat up someday…" Antonio stood up and stared at the door. Slowly he brought his hand up to the door and knocked twice, the thumps resounding inside the house. Finally an attractive girl opened the door, her light amber hair tied back in a blue ribbon. She wore a light purple dress reaching her knees with sleeves rolled to her elbows. Carefully tied over was an red-splattered apron, almost like she was butchering an animal. Antonio knew better, and understood it was just pasta sauce. "Ooh~! Toni!" He was immediately hugged, sauce smearing onto his soccer jersey. "Hey, Felicia! I just wanted to stop by after practice, so Gil dropped me off." Felicia let go of him, but still held onto his arm while she pulled him into the kitchen. He kindly closed the door behind him and smiled as the scent of Felicia's famous spaghetti drifted to him. He picked a tomato from the bowl on the table and started munching. Felicia stirred the noodles in the pot, and then moved to stir the sauce. "Oh! Gilly is so nice. So what's up? Did you come to eat with me?" "Claro, supongo. Actually I was…" The words got caught in his own throat, but Felicia's adorable head tilt got the words out. "I was wondering… How I can get Lovi to talk to me."

Almost the very second he said that, Felicia sat next to him squealing. "Awww~! Toni, that's so cute~" She giggled. "Well I can show you her room. Come with me." Antonio followed the smaller Italian girl as she led him upstairs. "Actually it's been a long time since I've been in her room." Felicia opened the door, issuing a warning that even the oblivious teen could figure out. "Be careful. Don't break anything. Neesan wouldn't be happy." And the girl bounced downstairs, her ponytail bobbing up and down as she left.

The Spanish boy slowly wandered the room, looking at everything. She had a tomato pillow and blood red bed sheets, the walls were painted dark green, and almost everything was in Italian pride. After looking through a little, he took one last look around the room. Something sparkled from the sun coming through crack in the blinds and caught his eye before he finally left. Slowly walking over, he saw a small red key on the nightstand. Remembering seeing a diary on the bookshelf, he picked the key up gently and placed it in the lock.

Click.

Antonio blinked, opening the pages to lots of neat, cursive handwriting. Almost a full book. He thought for a moment. Gillian and Francis would take it, but if Lovi found out it was him who took it, she'd never forgive him. He decided to hide it in his messenger bag, the key in a different pocket. He descended the stairs, and ate lunch with Felicia, her mostly talking about Ludwig, Gillian's brother. When he finally left, he called Gil. After a few minutes, which seemed like a lifetime to him, he finally got in the passenger side of the Jeep. Buckling, he took the diary out and held it up. Gillian finally took notice to the little red book.

"What's that, Toni?"

"It's Lovina's diary. She left the key out."

Gil almost slammed the brakes again, but kept driving. Now Antonio could tell she was driving to her own house, probably so they could read it together in private. "You-You stole her diary? That's… That's horrible as a girl, but as your best friend, that's great!"

Cliffhangers. Bad at them. This is my first Hetalia fanfic ever… Even one I haven't posted on fanfiction! I've never actually written one… But here ya go, Nova! Please bear with my Spanish, I'm still learning! I'm not even taking Spanish, I'm teaching myself... If you find an error, lemme know! Dx

Pero aún así, ella es tan hermosa u sorprendente. - But still, she's so beautiful and amazing.
Claro, supongo - Sure, I guess

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