This is my first Hetalia fanfic, so I hope it's okay! Loosely based on Love, Actually, but I don't own the movie or Hetalia Axis Powers. Hope you like it, and reviews are adored!

LOVE, Absolutely

Chapter 1: LOVE

Seychelles gasped as she ran past the clock on the wall: she was going to be late on her first day! Panicking, she shoved her pop-tart into her mouth, tugged her school uniform's sweater over her head, and glanced in the mirror. Gasping in horror, she seized her hairbrush and began to brush her hair furiously, devouring her pop-tart like a maniac. Finally, she grabbed her two red ribbons and tied them in a bow around her pigtails. Making a rude hand gesture at the clock, she paraded down the stairs, grabbing her bag from the sofa, and swung the door open.

"Bye, Mom!" she called cheerfully. Her mother responded with a rather muffled 'Bye', her mouth full of toast.

Seychelles grinned to herself and closed the door behind her, taking her first steps into the world as a student at her new school. She walked importantly down her street, waving to neighbours, and petting familiar cats and dogs, smiling at the world.

As soon as she rounded the first corner, her smile fell to be replaced by a worried grimace: What if nobody liked her? What if she failed her classes? What if she got the day wrong, and she was going to be seen trying to get into a closed school? What if she was wearing the wrong uniform? She sank against the wall, her mind reeling with all sorts of awful scenarios, the fact that she was late somehow forgotten.

"Stop it." she told herself sternly. "You are a very nice person, usually. Nobody's going to hate you. And just think of all the wonderful things that can happen at school! You can meet new people! You can make loads of friends! You can meet a hot bo-"

"Bonjour, ma chérie." Seychelles' jaw dropped. She looked up to see a hot, tall guy with gorgeous blue eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair that looked softer than possible...and he was wearing her school uniform. Not only that, but he seemed incredibly familiar... "Tu te souviens de moi, n'est-ce pas, ma belle Seychelles?" And his voice was incredibly...seductive. Seychelles could feel her knees going weak as she sagged a little against the wall. This was a dream. This had to be a dream. He still remembered her. And he was more beautiful than he'd ever been.

"F-Francis? Oui, of course je me souviens de toi! ...Are you going to la mème école que moi?" she asked eagerly. The beautiful young man in front of her smiled and winked at her -an action that made her heart pound furiously- before taking her hand and tugging her towards him in a friendly hug. Seychelles was in heaven, she was sure.

"Bien sûr, ma chère. Tu es encore plus belle que tu étais la dernière fois que nous avons étreint." he whispered in her ear, making her blush.

"Francis, Je suis tellement heureuse de te voir! S'il te plaît, peux-tu me dire à propos de l'école?" she asked eagerly, her broken French a little rusty from lack of use: Francis had been the one to teach the language to her, all those years ago... Seychelles beamed when Francis looped her arm through hers and told her he'd be glad to explain as they walked to school, which had surely started by now. As Francis explained about how the school had so little funding there were only a hundred or so students and only a few teachers, Seychelles zoned out and remembered the time she'd first met Francis.

It had been summer, back when her knees were chubby and her mother was too busy to watch her all day. Francis had worked at a French ice-cream parlour just down the road, and Seychelles would often sit there for his whole shift, eating the free sundae he gave her, and listening as he explained loads of things she didn't understand about the world. He was the one who had given her the red ribbons for her hair, telling her they made her look even more beautiful than she normally was. He was appalled when she had said that she didn't know French, and immediately began to teach her. During that summer, she learned French better than she had English, seeing as she'd only spoken English for three months before meeting Francis. The two summers after that, Seychelles would always return to the ice-cream parlour, to talk to Francis. Then one day he was gone, and the manager had said that he'd moved, but he'd left her a free sundae coupon with a heart and a little love note from him in French. Seychelles' young heart had been broken, but now that they were walking arm-in-arm to school, it was completely fixed.

"Nous sommes arrivés, ma belle Seychelles." Francis said, and when Seychelles turned, he bent down and kissed her on the cheek. Seychelles felt all warm and fluffy inside, like she'd eaten a live dove. Ew. Never mind.

"Est-ce que nous sommes dans la mème classe?" she asked eagerly, looking all around her at the tiny school: it had the appearance of being terribly grand and important, with archways and pillars and huge windows, but it was, quite honestly, tiny. The size of half a soccer field, if that. It did have two floors, but Seychelles suspected that quite a bit of the space went into the gym.

"Je ne sais pas, ma petite fleure. Quelle numéro de classe as-tu?" he asked, tugging fondly on the red ribbons in her hair. Seychelles frowned, trying to remember.

"Erm....Je pense que j'ai numéro 1." she said, trying to visualise the number on the letter she'd received two weeks ago. Francis beamed at her.

"Magnifique! Je suis dans la première classe aussi! Ohonhohonhon..." he chuckled, and she cheered happily. France casually checked the silver watch on his wrist and mock-gasped. "Je pense que nous allons courir." he said, giving Seychelles a teasing smile.

"Pourquoi?" she asked, tensing.

"Parce que..." France said in a husky whisper, bending low. "Nous sommes vignt minutes en retard!" Seychelles let out a wavering cry of horror.

"Mierde! Um, où est la classe?" she asked, panicked, but she didn't have to worry: Francis grabbed her wrist and began running, pushing open the front doors and making his way down a hallway, finally stopping in front of a large door with an ornate gold 1 on it.

"Içi, cherie. Je suis très heureuse que nous sommes ensemble encore." he said, holding her tenderly before opening the door. Seychelles' knees were still weak, either from the run or from Francis' arms around her, but she managed to shuffle inside behind France.

XxXxXxXxXx

Lili leaned back against the brick wall opposite her house. Or rather, the house she'd been living in for the summer, and hopefully would be living in for a long time. It belonged to her great aunt and uncle, but they had accepted her very willingly into their family, so she supposed that the house was sort of hers, too.

She scuffed the shoe of her black Mary Janes in the dirt as she waited, allowing herself a small smile: today was her first day of school at her new school. She was excited, but mostly scared. School had never been her favourite thing. She preferred to spend time outside, having picnics or playing in parks with her big brother.

Lili's smile widened slightly at the thought of her second cousin. Vash had been the first person she'd talked to since she had run away from home, and the only person she'd really trusted since her father's arrest. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the first time she'd seen her second cousin, so many nights ago...

She was running, so much slower than before, now that she was exhausted, but she couldn't stop. It was so cold, and if she fell asleep now, she might die. Lili started to cry again, surprised that she still could, as she slumped against a brick wall and held onto it for support. No matter how awful things seemed right now, it was so much better to be outside, cold, and starving than inside...back home...with him.

Lili began stumbling down the street as the rain pounded down onto her. She laughed shakily when she saw that her dress was ripped and dirty: how many times had she been reprimanded for dirtying or tearing it? Her long braids were soaked with water and her feet ached horribly...had it been the wrong choice to run out with no shoes? She sighed, but it came out as a whimper, like a crying dog. She had walked slowly for about four blocks, clinging to the brick wall, the only thing stopping her from collapsing to the ground.

Thinking that she must surely be there by now, she dug in her pocket for the address, but her hand met nothing but soaked fabric. Lili felt her heart stop as she frantically looked around her, behind her, scrabbling at her pocket: it was gone. That was the last straw. She was wet, she was cold, she was bruised, she was cut, she was hungry, and now she was completely lost.

She sank down onto the cobblestones into a puddle, leaned against the wall, and began to cry harder. This was the worst, the very worst. Thoughts of eating garbage, or turning into a prostitute just to survive swept through her mind. Or maybe she could go back...no. That was the only thing she wouldn't do. Finally her tears ran out, and she sat against the wall, staring up at the clouded, dark sky.

This was the end. She felt sick, her stomach emptier than it had ever been. This was it. She sadly thought of all the things she'd wanted to do...fly a kite...dress up for Halloween in a sexy maid costume...walk with a boy, sharing an umbrella...have kids...get married...kiss somebody she loved on a rollercoaster...

"Hey. Are you okay?" An unfamiliar voice snapped Lili out of her reverie. Slowly, she looked up at a boy who looked to be her age. He was holding an umbrella. Lili didn't know what to say, so she just looked at him. He looked nice, she thought dazedly as she watched his expression change. He had shoulder-length hair that was kind of choppy and ruffled, a pretty pale blonde colour. His eyes were green, and he was wearing a jacket. Lili thought ruefully of her own tattered appearance.

"Here," the boy said, and Lili jumped in surprise. He extended a hand towards her. "Come with me. I promise I won't hurt you. Do you want some food?" Lili's heart leapt at the thought of something to eat.

"Okay." she said feebly, taking his warm hand and struggling to get to her feet. He brought her into his house where his mother fussed over her and his father called the police, asking who she was, etc. It was a crazy coincidence that the boy who had saved her had actually been who she was looking for...her second cousin.

"You're still here?" Lili looked up to see Vash walking towards her, surprise on his face. Lili blushed faintly, worried that maybe she shouldn't have stayed.

"Um, I just wanted to wait for you." she said shyly, looking at her feet. Vash watched her for a moment before smiling slightly.

"Okay...thank you." he said kind of awkwardly. They began walking together down the street. After two blocks, Vash looked down in surprise at his hand. Lili was looking down, and had brushed his hand. Vash smiled and took Lili's hand, starting to warn her about all the dangers there were at school.

"...and be especially careful of perverts, or creepy people. Generally, you can recognize them from their creepy laughs, or weird sounds they make, but sometimes they hide them, so you have to be careful." Vash explained as Lili listened. Well, half-listened. She was really thinking about how nice it was to hold hands with him. She'd wanted to do this all summer. Every picnic they had, every walk they took, she had wanted to take his hand. And now she had, and it was all warm and smooth...

"Do you understand?" he asked suddenly, and Lili blushed.

"Y-Yes! Of course. Thank you for the...um...heads-up." she said lamely, mentally face-palming for being so dumb. Vash just smiled at her before looking away.

When they got to the school, Lili wondered if Vash would make her let go of his hand, because he was embarrassed, but he didn't: he kept holding it all the way to her classroom.

"I'll see you at break, and at lunch, and after school. Our classes take gym together, too, so I'll see you then as well. Is that okay?" he asked and Lili nodded, blushing. She didn't know why, but whenever he looked at her intently with his beautiful green eyes, she blushed. Probably because...she liked his eyes. When they looked at her. Argh.

"Okay." she said, stepping slightly closer to him unconsciously. He smiled.

"Have fun, okay? I'll see you later." he said, leaning forward as if he wanted to kiss her head, but he stopped and patted it instead.

"Bye!" she waved as he walked down the hall, and stepped into her new classroom. It was kind of small, but Vash had said that it was a really tiny school, anyways. There were about ten other kids there, but she was early so the others would probably come later. Most of them talked amongst themselves or drew or...what was that one guy doing...?

Lili bit back a grin when she realized that he was dancing. There was a seating plan written on the whiteboard, and Lili found her name and sat at the corresponding desk. She was in the second row from the front, right in the middle. She took out her sketchbook and began doodling flowers and shoes all over a page in the back. She turned the page, bored, and gasped, heat flooding her face when she saw the first page she'd ever drawn on in this book: it had a bad sketch of herself, in a tower, and her big brother on a horse below.

The words 'Together Forever' were written in curly cursive in the sky, entwined with hearts. Her face flaming, Lili flipped the page back to the one with the shoes. It was one thing to like Vash like a brother, but if he ever found out that she... Lili shook herself a little, slipped the sketchbook safely back into her bag, and stared out the window, trying to calm herself down. She often wondered if she was a freak, an incestuous weirdo with a big-brother fetish and perverted thoughts.

Lili grinned slightly as she remembered the time she'd searched on Google if marrying Vash was legal, and her crazed euphoria when she found that it was. She mentally slapped herself, ordered herself never to think of Vash like that ever again, and focused her attention on the front of the class as the bell rang. Ten minutes later, she disobeyed herself. As usual.

At 8:43, two late students came inside. The teacher scowled and began to mark them late. One of them was a tall guy with shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He winked at her flirtatiously, and Lili averted her eyes. She focused instead on the girl behind him. She seemed to be vaguely trying to hide, looking shyly around the classroom.

She had pretty dark brown hair that was tied in two pigtails (or Angel Wings, as Vash called them when Lili wore them) with bright red ribbons in bows around them. She had nice tanned skin and big brown eyes. Lili smiled at her when she looked over. She seemed to be nice. The teacher finished marking them late, and sent the blonde one to his seat, keeping the girl up at the front. Lili grinned as the girl made a funny face that one generally associates with 'Eek'. She clearly just wanted to sit down. Lili sighed, glad that she didn't have to stand up there.

"Could everyone who is new to the school stand up here at the front?" Oh crap. Lili got up as quietly as she could, nervously making sure her skirt wasn't caught at the back as she walked up to stand next to the other girl. Nobody else stood up. Great.

"Okay, girls, could you please introduce yourselves? Just tell us a little bit about yourselves, and maybe answer any questions the class has for you?" the teacher asked nicely. Seychelles looked expectantly at Lili, who copied her expression.

"One of you, please." the teacher said kindly. Lili cleared her throat and stepped forwards, seizing her bravery in her fist and shaking it around. Or that's what it felt like.

"Um, hello. My name is Lili, and I am...new here." there was a small laugh from the girl next to her, and Lili flushed, but smiled. "I'm...I'm good at sewing, archery, singing, and ice skating. I'm really bad at swimming, and I'm really scared of spiders. I like...being outside, and shoes, and my big brother." she finished, sighing with relief as she looked at the teacher, who nodded encouragingly.

"Who's your brother?" a voice came from the back. Lili scowled momentarily.

"Um, he's not really my brother...My second cousin is Vash Zwingli, from class 2." Lots of people in the class grinned at each other and said 'oh, yeah, Vash...'

"Are you single?" came another back-of-the-room question. Lili blushed.

"Um, yes...kind of..." she said, but luckily the teacher saved her from having to elaborate. Vash had given her quite a few strict dating rules that basically meant that nobody could date her without going through him first. It was actually really flattering.

"Okay, how about you, dear?" the teacher asked the other girl, who stepped forward with a dazzling smile.

"Allons-y, ma chérie." The blonde boy cheered before getting hit on the arm by another blonde next to him. Hmm. Big eyebrows.

"Bonjour, my name is Seychelles, and I am really happy to be here! I love going to the beach, eating ice cream, dancing, fish, and running. I really love British accents and French food. I suck at math, cooking, and I don't like the colour orange. I'm really good at air guitar, and I love to travel." she finished, and Lili laughed as everybody applauded. Seychelles seemed like the kind of girl that everybody likes.

"Okay, Seychelles, you are sitting between Francis and Arthur. That should suit you just fine, I'm sure. Arthur is British." Lili grinned as Seychelles immediately turned towards the boy with the fuzzy eyebrows with huge interest.

"Lili, back to your seat, please. You're sitting between.." the teacher checked the seating plan. "Matthew and Roderich. Matthew's not here today, but you'll meet him soon, I'm sure."

"Who's Matthew?" a voice from the back asked, but the speaker was violently elbowed. Lili sat back down on the right of the boy she'd been sitting next to in the beginning.

"Hello." he said shortly, and she said hello back. Then silence. Lili noted that his clothes were perfectly ironed. He seemed a little snobby.

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Elisabeta sighed. The first day of school. Whoopee. She brushed her long brown hair carefully, smiling at her reflection before grabbing an apple and walking out the door. She double-checked that she had everything she would need to put in her locker -camera, extra paper, piggy bank, extra batteries, mirror, hair brush, change of clothes, and pictures of her friends- and began walking down the cobblestone path towards her school. She waved at her neighbour, and petted their cat, basking in the warm morning sunlight.

She stuffed her earphones in her ears, and played Miss independent, thinking about all the exciting stuff that could happen this year. Maybe Arthur and Francis would finally let her film one of their drunk make-out sessions. Maybe Matthew would, at long last, just tell Alfred that he's in love with him. But most importantly...maybe this year, she would finally decide between her best friend and her prince charming. Hopefully...

"Hey! HUNGARY! BABE!" Elisabeta beamed and turned around, only to be bear-hugged by Gilbert.

"Hey! What's up?" she asked, pushing him away in a rather violent, but still friendly manner. He grinned at her.

"Not much...Well, okay, there's a lot, but it's all awesome so...it kind of blends into one big AWESOME pile of AWESOMENESS. What about yourself?" he asked, crossing his arms behind his head and smirking at her. Hungary considered what to say: 'I spent my summer stalking several friends, filming them and their lovers do...stuff.' How about, no. So instead she just shrugged and smiled.

"Not too much. My muscles got bigger this summer!" she told him seriously, gesturing at her chest, knowing that this was the kind of thing that made Gilbert feel awkward. She was right: he coughed and shuffled around a bit, his normally pale skin going a bit pink, and his reddish eyes shifted.

"Oh...um, okay, cool..."

"How's Gilbird?" Hungary asked as they took the shortcut through the park.

"Oh, yeah, he's awesome. He and Pierre had a sweet playdate last weekend."

"Oh, that's cool. So, did your penis grow, yet?"

"UH...you know...that's not how-"

"Lady Elisabeta! Good morning." Hungary looked around to find Roderich on her left, his hands in the pockets of his pristine uniform blazer, looking, as usual, like a model for Abercrombie and Fitch. With a lot more class.

"Good morning, Roderich! It's nice to see you again. How was your summer?" Ellie knew she was stammering a bit, but it was hard not to when faced with Roderich in the sunlight. It was a bit blinding.

"I had a rather enjoyable summer, thank you. I mostly spent time on the boat, but I did take a trip to Venice early in August."

"Gosh, that sounds...super!" Ellie gushed as Gilbert cleared his throat loudly.

"Ells, d'you wanna go to a movie with me today?" he asked, much louder than necessary. Ellie turned to look at him, flattered, but not inclined to accept, because that would make talking to Roderich a little awkward.

"Well, that's very nice of you, but-"

"Lady Elisabeta, would you accept my offer to accompany me to a restaurant this evening? Five star, I promise. No less, for a lady like yourself." Roderich asked, taking her hand.

"Um, thanks, but-"

"Ells, babe, we can see any movie you want! I'll even pay for you!"

"Um-"

"We could even catch a broadway play afterwards..."

"No! No, no no!" Elisabeta exclaimed, wheeling to face the both of them. They looked a little surprised, and Ellie looked at the ground, composing herself quickly before continuing. "Guys, I really, really wish that I could, but I can't."

"Why?" Gilbert asked suspiciously (he knew better than anybody that Ellie never did anything scheduled).

"Because...Because my dad said that I am absolutely not allowed to date anybody until I leave highschool! Because...if I do, he'll make me cut my hair!"

"NO!"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, crossing her fingers behind her back.

"In fact...if he ever finds out that I went on a date with a boy, he'll shave it all off himself!"

"NO!"

"That bastard!" Ellie nodded solemnly.

"So, as much as I would love to go with both of you...I can't. I'm sure you understand why."

"Of course we bloody well do! What a horrible ultimatum!" Roderich exclaimed vehemently. Ellie nodded sadly.

"So...if you could say yes, who would you go with?" Gilbert asked after a brief silence.

"Are you serious?" Elisabeta scowled.

"Well, I'm just curious!"

"Jeeeez!"

Apparently, Elisabeta's huge decision would not happen this year after all.

XxXxXxXxXx

"Loviiiiii!" Feliciano's whining voice came from down the stairs.

"I know, I know! Geez, I'm coming, damnit!" Lovino Vargas grumbled as he pulled his uniform sweater over his head, grabbed his bag, and tromped down the stairs. His younger brother was sitting on the chair in the hall, swinging his legs and humming. "Hurry up, we're going." Lovino said shortly, walking out the door. Feli followed him, calling a farewell to their grandfather upstairs.

"Ve...Do you think we'll be in the same class this year, big bro?" Feli asked cheerfully as he skipped along next to Lovino.

"I don't know. Maybe." Lovi replied shortly. It wasn't that he didn't like his little brother. It was just annoying that Feli was better than Lovi in so many subjects that he got to skip a grade. Damn him. It wasn't like Lovi sucked at everything. Feli's just better, that's all.

"Ve...Oh! Big bro! Guess what? Guess what, guess what?" Feli exclaimed suddenly, making Lovino jump as they stepped onto the bus.

"What is it?" he asked in a bored tone. Most of Feli's 'Guess what?'s were about that stupid German bastard. The potato-freak. Not only were they mostly about the one person that Lovino actually despised, but they weren't even interesting.

"Well, I was talking to Ludwig the other day on the phone-"

"Typical."

"Hey! Anyways, I was talking to him, and he said that his brother, Gilbert, told him that his old friend was coming to school this year! Guess who it is!" Lovino sighed.

"Who?" he asked, deadpan. Feli was bouncing on his toes in his excitement, jostling the woman behind him, who gave him a filthy look.

"It's Antoniooo!" Lovino's heart definitely stopped for a moment. Forcing himself to keep control, he asked if Feli was sure it was the same Antonio.

"Well, of course I'm sure! Ludwig said that he's Gilbert's good friend, and that he loves tomatoes, and sunshine, and laughing, and...tomatoes! That has to be the same Antonio! Isn't it exciting? Our old babysitter! He could be in the same class as us, too!"

"Only if he's bad at school.." Lovino muttered, knowing very well that that was the case. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was not the sharpest thumbtack in the board. He probably had failed a couple classes in school, seeing as he spent most of his time outside having fun, instead of working.

"It's going to be so much fun! We'll all be together again! Ve...I missed Antonio so much! He was always so nice to me!" Way to rub it in...Lovino thought bitterly, looking out the window at the sunny day.

Antonio Carriedo had haunted his childhood for several years, and he was not looking forward to seeing that smiling face again. Antonio had watched Feliciano and himself after school, when their grandfather was busy drinking and partying his wrinkles away. Although he was only a year older than them, Antonio had needed the money, so he was overjoyed to get paid simply to hang out with friends.

But Antonio, the boy Lovino had admired and appreciated so much, had always avoided him. He always played with Feli, always talked to Feli, and would always 'have to go home' before helping Lovino with his homework, or playing or talking to Lovino. So he had gradually accepted that he would always be number 2 to Feliciano in life. Then Antonio had moved away, taking all of Lovino's insecurity and feelings of worthlessness with him. Until now.

They hopped off the bus, Feliciano jabbering away about something or another Ludwig did the other day, and Lovino ignoring him, thinking about the Spanish asshole who had trodden on his childhood happiness. They walked through the school gates, and passed by a small group of boys who were laughing and hugging. Suddenly, Feliciano grabbed Lovino by the arm, stopping him.

"What the hell?" Lovi grumbled as he turned around.

"Antonio! Ve...It's really you!" Feli exclaimed, tugging on the sleeve of one of the laughing boys. He turned around, surprised, and then saw Feli and began to laugh.

Lovino could only stare.

How could Fate be so damn cruel! Here he was, the horrible Spanish bastard who had always considered him second to his brother...Lovino, of course, would hate him forever! But how in the world was he supposed to hate somebody who looked like a fucking sex god! Antonio was so different...it's amazing how four years can make somebody so much taller, more muscular, and more handsome... Lovino's scowl was losing its panache as he took in the Spaniard's healthy tan skin, tousled chestnut hair, radiant smile, and hypnotic green eyes.

Damnit.

"...great to see you, Feli! Awww! You've grown so big, and...oh wow." Lovino's eyes flicked up from the ground (he been forcing himself to look away) to meet Antonio's. Antonio was staring at him, seeming to be in shock. Jeez, I didn't get that ugly, did I? Lovino scowled, and Antonio seemed to get ahold of himself as a huge smile spread across his face.

"Lovino! You're so much bigger! I remember when you were this big-" he put his hands about a foot apart, and Lovi scoffed. "-and your face looked just like a tomato! So cute!" he sighed, and Lovino's scowl deepened.

"It did not, you stupid bastard." Lovino snapped. Antonio's face fell for a second before the dazzling smile was back.

"What class are you two in?" he asked cheerfully. Lovino didn't want to talk any more, so Feli answered boisterously.

"Ve...I skipped a grade, so I'm in class 2, with Lovi! What class are you in?" Antonio grinned.

"Well...I missed a year of school, working, so...I'm in class 2 as well!" Feliciano cheered as Lovino's stomach dropped.

"How super. If you'll excuse me, I've got things to do...Like go and stand over there..." Lovino said shortly before striding away, clenching his fists and swearing under his breath. Antonio and Feli were left to watch him storm away.

"So...he seems cheerful..." Antonio said with a grin. Feliciano laughed.

"Ve...he's always like that. It just got a whole lot worse since you turned up!" Antonio blinked.

"Oh...okay...interesting..."

Translations:

Bonjour, ma chérie : Hello, my dear
Tu te souviens de moi, n'est-ce pas, ma belle Seychelles : You remember me, don't you, my beautiful Seychelles
...je me souviens de toi!: I remember you!
la mème école que moi? : the same school as me?
Bien sûr, ma chère. Tu es encore plus belle que tu étais la dernière fois que nous avons étreint . : Of course, my dear. You are even more beautiful than you were the last time we embraced.
Je suis tellement heureuse de te voir! S'il te plaît, peux-tu me dire à propos de l'école? : I'm so happy to see you! Please, can you tell me about the school?
Nous sommes arrivés, ma belle Seychelles . : We're here, my beautiful Seychelles.
Est-ce que nous sommes dans la mème classe? : Are we in the same class?
Je ne sais pas, ma petite fleure. Quelle numéro de classe as-tu? :I don't know, my little flower. What class number do you have?
Je pense que j'ai numéro 1." she said, trying to visualise the number on the letter she'd received two weeks ago. Francis beamed at her.
"Magnifique! Je suis dans la première classe aussi! :Great! I'm in the first class too!
"Je pense que nous allons courir." I think that we'll run.
Pourquoi?" Why?
"Parce que...Nous sommes vignt minutes en retard!" Because...We're twenty minutes late!
"Mierde! Um, où est la classe?" Shit! Um, where's the class?
"Içi, cherie. Je suis très heureuse que nous sommes ensemble encore. Here, darling. I'm really happy that we're together again.
Allons-y, ma chérie . Let's go, my darling.

Okay, that's the first chapter! I wanted to do a bit with everybody's morning first, so...they're all up there! The reason that Feliks and Toris weren't in this chapter is because Feliks hasn't come to the school yet. I'll go into more detail about them when he comes!

Hope you liked it, and I'll update soon, because I've already got the next chapter or so written.