A/N: So, I know the whole "Hetalia Academy" thing has been done before. Quite a few times, actually. But, I really, really wanted to write one, so here it is. Reviews are always appreciated, good or bad. But please don't flame because your favorite pairing wasn't in here or you don't like one pairing. Don't be too harsh, I've never written with a predominately male point of view before, so excuse some things. I don't truly know the inner workings of the male brain seeing as I am a female! On with the story~!
One
I stood in the shower, letting them warm rivulets of water wash my stress down the drain with them. I let out a contented sigh as I rested my head on my arm against the tiled shower wall. My nervousness was beginning to fade. Starting a new school wasn't that scary, right? Nothing would go wrong. I'd be fine. I most definitely wouldn't mess up today.
"Oi, *fratello stupido! Hurry it up or you'll be late!" my older twin brother's grouchy voice growled through the door.
"Veh? What time is it?" I called back.
"7:09, Feliciano! Hurry it up!" he hissed and I could have sworn he cursed under his breath at me, but I let it slide since I was running late.
I jumped out of the shower and nearly slipped on the floor, not realizing some water had escaped the curtain onto the floor.
"Whoa!" I squeaked, catching myself on the corner of the sink. I shook my head and used the small shower rug to wipe up the water before running a towel through my head and over my body, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers.
Still running a towel through my hair, I exited the bathroom and walked into my room, going straight for my closet. I looked through the closet until my eyes landed on my favorite shirt- a tight fitted black tee with my home country's flag on it and *"Mi piace la pasta" written in red under it. Next, i chose a pair of skinny jeans that weren't extremely tight, but still fitting, just how I liked them. I looped in a black belt through the belt loops and cliped my chainlink wallet onto my front loop before sliding the wallet into my pocket, the chain hanging down stylishly from there.I turned to face my mirror and ran a comb through my now-dry hair. The little curl I had always had trouble with since I was small leapt out stubbornly and I just shook my head. Oh well, I thought, at least it was kinda cute.
I grabbed my white sneakers and slid them on, grabbing my backpack and running downstairs to meet up with my older brother Romano. He was angry and gave me and even darker glare than his usual one.
"Think you took long enough?" he grumbled.
"Ah, Romano~!" I whined, "Can't you just give me a hug~?" I went to wrap my arms around him,but his hand shoved itself against my face, pushing me back.
"We don't have time to play around, *idiota. Hey, where's your jacket? It's cold outside," he said, looking at me.
"Huh? Oops, I forgot! I'll just go get-," he cut me off, shoving hsi black leather jacket at me while sliding on a hoodie.
"Oh, *grazie fratello!" I chirped happily.
"Eh, whatever. Let's go before we are late," he said, hiding a blush. I smiled.
Romano was wearing a small gray hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, jeans and some converse. He had the same curl sticking out from the side of his head. We'd be identical it it weren't for the fact that his hair was a few shades darker, his personality was grouchy and his eyes were hazel. Our facial structure was pretty much the same as was our body types, though I ate quite a bit more than he did.
"Are you just going to stare or are you coming? Despite what Granpa said, I will leave you," he warned.
"I'm coming!" I called, runningout to his car and getting into the passenger seat.
For late November, it was pretty chilly. Don't get me wrong, it should be cold, but nopt this cold. It felt like ten below zero here. I nearly cried in joy when Romano started the car and turned the heat on full blast.
After the car warmed up, we made the drive to the high school, which I had come to know to be *Mondiale High School. As we pulled up and parked into the appropriate place, a sudden bolt of nervousness flooded through me. I could feel my hands shaking and palms Romano turned off the car, he turned to me, a rare look of concern washing over his face,
"Oi...you alright?" he asked hesitantly.
I pulled on a brave smile, "Of course, just, um, you know, excited."
He gave me a look as if to say 'I-know-you're-lying-but-if-you-say-it's-fine-I'll-drop-it'.
We got out of the car, Romano locked his doors and then he handed me my schedule. He hadn't gave it to me before because he thought I'd lose it. I didn't complain because I probably would have. I looked down to see what classes I had since I hadn't bothered to look until now. It read:
Vargas, Feliciano
Grade: 12
1- Science- Beilschmidt
2- Literature- Kirkland
3- Math- Jones
4- Study Hall- Williams
5- Physical Education- Bonnefoy
6- Honors History- Beilschmidt
"Oh, Romano, let me see your schedule!" I said as we walked to the entrance of the building.
"Fine, here," he huffed, handing me the paper. My scans over it quickly and I smiled.
"I didn't know you were taking Spanish, fratello. But we have P.E. Together!" I said, giggling.
He took back the paper, a dark blush staining his cheeks, "Well, it's close to Italian, so I thought it'd be an easy course."
"Ah, that's understandable," I nodded, mostly to myself than to him. I was distracted by all of the people passing us by. It was a small school, but people were poeple and clusters of them made it looked bigger-and smaller, in a way.
A dark haired and brown eyed boy walked over to us, smiling slightly. He definitely had an Asian heritage.
"Hello, I'm Honda Kiku, head of the newspaper club. I'm also on the welcoming comittee, so welcome! You must be Lovino and Feliciano," he said extending a hand.
"Well, no shi-," I cut Romano off, grabbing Honda's hand and shaking it.
"Yes, that's us. I'm Feliciano, thanks for the welcoming," I said brightly, casting a dirty look to Romano who just shrugged.
Honda nodded, "No problem. Will you be needing assistance in finding your classes?"
"Oh, no, we're fine. The school isn't that confusing, but thanks anyway."
"Very well. But if you change your mind, just ask anyone. Everyone is pretty nice here," Honda said, before waving goodbye and heading on his way. I waved back and Romano just looked at something else, ignoring the whole conversation.
"That's not the type of attitudeyou give to people who are trying to help," I told him in a low voice.
"I don't need any help, Feliciano," he hissed.
"Whatever, fratello. We best get going to class. We don't want to make a bad impression on the first day, veh?" I smiled and began to walk in the direction of the way I thought my first class was in.
I found the class relatively easily. As I entered, everyone was already seated and the teacher turned, smiling at me with a weird smile and a small yellow bird pirched in his messy silver hair. His eyes were a red in color and his skin was pale, so I assumed he was some kind of albino, though I wasn't totally sure. They could have been contacts or something.
"Ah, welcome to my awesome class! You must be the new Italian exchange student, yes?" he asked. I noticed he had an accent. It sounded relatively close to German.
"Veh, si! I mean, yes! My name is Feliciano Vargas," I said, smiling.
"Well, go on and sit down. I'll the awesome teacher, Gilbert Beilschmidt, but you can call meMr. Awesome or just Awesome if you wish," he said, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Very well...Mr. Beilschmidt," I said, making way to a seat towards the back of the room.
"Awe, why does no one recognize me for my awesomeness?" he pouted, but went ahead with his lecture. The class went by tantilizingly slow. I couldn't wait to go to Literature. Despite common belief that I was slow and dimwitted because of my personality, I was actually quite smart. I loved to read almost as much as I loved pasta, history and painting.
My ind wandered and then I randomly looked down at my schedule on my desk. Did I seriously have this same teacher at the end of the day for Histopry, too? Gah, he would ruin it! I thought in horror.
"Psst," came a low whisper from next to me. I noticed a green eyed girl with long brown-blonde hair waving at me. I waved back, partly in confusion.
"I'm Elizabeta Hedervary. So, you're from Italy? It must have been nice. I was born in Hungary, but I don't remember it much," she whispered.
"Yeah, it was lovely. My grandpa had the most beautiful home. It was very old but well kept. It made you feel as though you were in the beautiful home of Anceint Rome. And you're Hungarian? That's really neat. I have never met a Hungarian before" I whispered back, smiling.
"I've never met an Italian before, either. Let's be friends, then, okay?" she smiled.
"Veh, okay!" I whispered back excitedly. I had made my first (official) friend!
The bell rang and we gathered our belongings to head out to the next class.
"So, where are you headed?" Elizabeta asked, coming to stand beside me.
"Oh, um, Literature with Kirkland. You?" I asked.
"Same! Can I see your schedule?"she asked.
"Sure!" I said, handing it to her.
"Whoa, we have all of the same classes!I didn't see you in first period, I was kinda distracted," she exclaimed. (I know, I know, lame. But it will come in handy later~!)
We walked to Literature only to find our teacher yelling at, apparantly, another teacher. And it wasn't pretty.
"You bloody git, get out! I have a classto teach you tosser! Go on!" the British accented blonde yelled at a darker haired blonde man who was eating a burger.
"Come one, Arty~," the darker blonde whined, "Let me stay~!"
"Get your bloody arse out of my classroom this isntant Alfred! Honestly, you call yourself an adult? A teacher?" the British man excalimed in an exasperated tone.
Elizabeta giggled beside me, "This is a common sight. Mr Kirkland, the Brittish guy, and Mr. Jones quabble like an old married couple. Personally, I think they just have sexual tension."
I gave Elizabeta a small laugh, "Well, it certainly is entertaining, if nothing else."
We entered the classroom and immediately, Mr. Kirkland adjusted his posture and regained his composure,but you could still see the slight blush in his cheeks from getting angry.
"Ah, you must be the newest arrival! Welcome," he said to me, being friendly. Then, he shot a glare to Mr. Jones stood, brushing a few crumbs off his jacket onto the floor,which caused Mr. Kirklands eye to twitch, and waved goodbye to our teacher, winking. Mr. Kirkland sighed and shook his head at the other man's actions.
Elizaveta led me to sit with her towards the back of the room. She explained that we were reading a book called "Anthem" by Ayn Rand. (Seriosuly guys, this is a good book, you should check it out!). Mr. Kirkland brought me a copy of the book and told me they had finsihed it, but were still going over the plot and discussing the book. He told me I could catch up in a few days.
Mr. Jones' class seemed to be the most vibrant so far. He obviously had a hero complex and was obsessed with being one.
"You know, he and Mr. Beilschmidt would get along well, with their egos," I whispered to Elizabeta with a smile.
She laughed lowly, "Nah, I think they'd get in an argument over who was greater- the awesome Gilbert or Alfred the hero."
"Did someone say 'hero'?" Mr. Jones asked, striking a weird pose.
And with that, we both fell out of our chairs laughing. Elizabeta was first to recover,but I took a few more moments to compose ourselves.
"What?" Mr. Jones asked innocently, but his blue eyes were smiling mischievously.
"Nothing," Elizabeta and I chimed in unison, looking at each other with a smile.
Mr. Jones shrugged it off and continued with his lesson. Elizabeta and I passed notes through class, since this was review and I had already learned this unit in Italy.
I learned that she and I had a lot of the same interests. We both liked to read and paint. She even liked pasta! I could tell she and I were going to be great friends.
Finally the bell rang, signaling it was time for Study Hall, which I was grateful for. Elizabeta told me she thought our Study Hall teacher, Mr. Williams, was cute. The was very shy and blushed a lot. He was a very soft-spoken man, she said.
Once I got into the class,I knew what she meant. He was a mousy character who seemed to be very kind and considerate. I could see girls and boys falling for him.
"Can you believe he is the brother of Mr. Jones?" she giggled.
"What? Really? Veh~, how nice to have brothers working together," I smiled, thinking of my own grouchy brother.
"Yeah, it is," she smiled and then laughed. "Actually, there are two other brothers that work here that are very different as well. You know our first period teacher? Mr. Beilschmidt? He has a younger brother named Ludwig. He teaches History. They look nothing alike to me, though."
"Veh, really? That's great! I mean, Mr. Beilschmidt is funny and all, but all of that 'awesome me' could get really annoying when I'm trying to learn history, you know?" I said.
"Ah, yes, I could see where that would be annoying. Plus, you haven't heard him yet, but he goes on and on about how Prussia shouldn't have been broken up. He's sensitive about it," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, wow. Maybe he had some Prussian in him, then," I mused.
"Maybe. They are German, him and Ludwig," she said. "Ludwig is very serious, sometimes to the point where it is scary."
"Veh~! I don't want to go to a scary teacher!" I cried.
"Awe, I didn't mean to upset you. I mean, he is nice unless you get on his nerves. So, be good and it'll all be fine!" she said in a cheerful voice, patting my head.
"Okay, then... If you say so," I said, wiping the little tears away from my face.
"There ya go, smile! You are so cute when you smile!" she laughed, petting my head once again. I blushed and thanked her.
"So, P.E. is next...I should warn you about Coach Bonnefoy...," she trailed off, a strange look on her face.
"Veh?" I asked in question. Well, if you can call that an actual response. I did.
"He is a bit...touchy-feely. A total wacko perv," she said, smiling.
"W-what? A pervert?" I stuttered.
"Well, he won't rape you...I don't think so, anyway," she said with a small laugh.
Dear God in heaven, what in the world was I in for?
P.E. wasn't that bad...so far. I hadn't met the teacher yet, but I had caught up with Romano. He seemed to be having a decent day and had made friends with a boy with light brown curly hair and green eyes.
"This is Heracles Karpusi," he mumbled, gesturing to the sleepy boy next to him.
"Like the demigod in Greek myths?" I asked my brother.
"No, you idiota! That's Hercules. This is Heracles. Good job noting that they were both Greek," Romano said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, my bad. Well, it's nice to meet you!" I smiled, extending my hand. Heracles shook it gently before yawning. Was he really that tired?
"Good afternoon *mes chéris !"called a definitely French accent. A man with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a bit of scruff on his chin. His eyes immediately fell onto Romano and me.
"Ah~, there are my two new lovely Italian twins! Bonjour!" he smiled.
"Who the hell is he talking about?" Romano growled.
"Oh my, what a mouth. You know there are better things you can do with such a...pretty mouth, no?" the man winked and strode off to call roll. Romano was seething.
"Fratello, he was kidding," I said, willing myself for it to be true.
"That bastard!" he hissed, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Oh no, I thought.
"Hey, Romano, you know what happened today? I saw Mr Kirkland and Mr. Jones making out," I lied, trying to distract him.
"That son of a-wait, what? You saw who?" he asked, confused.
Success!
"Oh you know, just these two people that act like they hate each other," I said, shrugging.
"Why would I care?" he asked, arching a brow in question.
"Oh, no reason...," I trailed off, smiling to myself.
The rest of class we ran a few laps, okay, it was more than a few, but I wasn't going to complain. (Wait, what? Italy? Is that you?) It kept Romano from killing our teacher and focused on something besides being angry.
Finally, sixth period. The day had been pretty fun over all, but tiring. I was ready to unwind with some history. After parting with my brother, Elizabeta and I made our way to the other Mr. Beilschmidt's classroom. This time, we sat in the front, pretty close to the teacher's desk and the board. The rest of the kids sat more in the back, so I felt kind of weird sitting so close to the teacher's desk, but Elizabeta smiled and told me not to think too much about it. I was the one right next to the desk with Elizabeta to the right of me, though, so I felt more awkward. Would the others see me as trying to get in good with the teachers? I bit my lip. What did I care? I had a nice friend already, the others didn't matter. After that, I wasn't bothered by sitting where I was proudly. I did love history, after all.
Mr. Beilschmidt came into the room and I felt my heart stop. His blonde hair was slicked back, but a few stray hairs fell forward anyway. His eyes were so blue that they reminded me of the sky on a sunny day in Italy. His skin was pale, but not in sickly way. It suited him. He wore a dark blue suit with a black neck tie, but even through the suit you could see that the man was well endowed with muscle. Very well indeed. I snapped out of my thoughts as he slid a pair of glasses on and cleared his throat, calling attention to himself.
"Welcome, class. Now,I see we have a new student today," his gaze focused on me and I stopped breathing, causing Elizabeta to give me a worried look. "Mr. Vargas,care to introduce yourself?"
I stood up immediately, hitting both of my knees on the bottom of my desk. Ouch, I thought. A deep blush colored my cheeks.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Beilschmidt asked.
"S-si, I mean, yes," I responded quickly. I, too, cleared my voice. "Um, my name is Feliciano Vargas. I'm from Italy. It's nice to meet you all."
"Very good, now, please take a seat, Mr. Vargas. You came in at a very good time. We could use your help on some things. We are studying ancient Rome. Perhaps you could describe some of Italy to us one of these days," he said, turning to write on the white board.
"S-sure," I stuttered out, blushing again.
"Open your books to page one hundred thirteen. You see, in the beginning Rome was made up of many hill-top villages and was very small..."
The whole car ride home I was silent. I couldn't get that history teacher out of my head! What was wrong with me?
"Feliciano? You alright?" my fratello asked for the second time that day.
"Hm? Oh, yes, just tired,"I replied, smiling.
"Oh, well, we're having pasta for dinner," he informed me.
I laughed, "When don't we have pasta?"
"When we have lasagna or pizza," he replied, cracking a small smile.
We both laughed then, walking inside our home. Romano was in charge of dinner that night. We were pretty quite, unusual for us, but I did find out that Romano had taken a liking to Spanish.
"Is the teacher nice?" I asked him
He blushed, "No! He is a lazy, tomato bastard! But,um, the language is really pretty."
"Veh, really? That's good, then," I said, Thus ended our conversation. We both went to rooms for the night and I laid awake until around ten o'clock thinking about the day. As I drifted off into sleep, that history teacher floated into my mind and I smiled slightly, snuggling into my pillow.
A/N: And that's a wrap! Chapter one complete! So, like it? Hate it? Tell me! France as a P.E. teacher? Muhahahahahaha! :)
Words used:
Fratello stupido -stupid brother
Grazie- Thank you
Mondiale – Worldwide (adjective, though) (Cheesy, I know)
Idiota- idiot