A/N: This is my first story so it might not be to good, sorry about that, but i hope you guys like reading it! sirry about it being short and the weird cliffhanger!
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia, i wish but i dont haha
I woke to the bright sunlight filtering into my bed room. Damn it sun, why the fuck are you always so bright! I groaned and rolled over shielding my eyes from the golden rays. Wait a second the sun is never this bright when i wake upp in the morning for school... I jumped up out of bed and grabbed my alarm clock. Of course it was 9:34 am, I was late, Again. Why the hell didnt Feli wake me up?! Oh..Wait...hes at the damned potato bastards house...Fuck!
I tossed my alarm clock on the bed and raced over to my bureau yanking open one of the drawers and grabbing the first shirt and pair of jeans i saw. Quickly slipping on my clothes i grabbed my back pack and ran out the door only stopping to see how i looked in the hallway mirror. Oh fucking great im late and i look like a disaster i didnt even brush my fucking hair!
As i took off down the rode towards my dumb ass high school running my fingers through my chestnut brown hair in an attempt to brush it out. It didnt work,and to top it off i was wearing some stupid fucking 'i love pasta' shirt Feli bought me a little while ago. I ran through the front doors of the school and down the empty hall to my class room, my math class room. I stopped infront of the classroom door to catch my breath,do i really wanna go in there...? i could just skip out, even if nonno would be mad it was still an option...
Nope, i put my hand on the door knob and opened it walking into the classroom. The moment i stepped foot in room all eyes where on me,i glowered at the ground as i walked to the very back of the room. All around i could hear the other kids whispering to each other, no doubt they where talking about me. "Lovino Vargas,this is the second time your late to my class next time im sending you to the principles office, is that understood?" The teacher said in her raspy voice, what a bitch. I sat in my seat dumping my bag on the floor beside my desk and nodded. The teacher turned around without even telling me what we were supposed to be doing and continued her stupid fucking lecture about graphing and shit. I looked out the window and sighed quietly a scowl on my face.
As i was watching a pair of birds outside the window i felt something wet hit me in the side of my head. Looking down i saw a spitball, of course. I looked up angrily and scanned the room for who did it, i had the feeling i knew who it was. I was right the bastard who did it was Ivan Braginski. He smirked and shot another one my way the fucking ass hole. I just looked out the window and ignored him losing myself in my own thoughts.
Thats when out of nowhere the classroom door flew open and a tan skinned boy stumbled in a beaming smile on his face.