Light, heart filled footsteps made by a cheerful girl could be heard in the empty hallway as she skipped to her new classroom. But, that is merely a façade. Deep inside, she couldn't help but feel distressed on the outcome of walking into a room, full of strangers. Would they immediately hate her as soon as she entered the classroom? What if she choked out of nervousness once she introduced herself in front of them and ended up embarrassing herself? Really, the possibilities are endless. But, the girl could only focus on the negativity of it all.

Her journey soon ended as she came to a halt in front of a door, room A-1. Suddenly the fake smile on her face disappeared as soon as she touched the gold handle. It was very hesitant to twist it open, well at least for her, anyways.

"Suck it up, and just go in there, Eliza!" the brunette whispered to herself, and finally walked in. She soon was greeted with an awkward silence as the spotlight turned to her.

Automatically, she looked at her new teacher, who looked as if he was just in the middle of talking. Yet he smiled excitedly at her, "You must be the new transfer student, am I correct? No?" It didn't take long for the said student to nod at him notice his funny accent. It is Italian, right?

"I'm going to be your first period teacher! My name is Mr. Vargas! If you don't mind, please introduce yourself to the class~" Eliza's sweat dropped.

She was hoping the teacher would have skipped that part and made her sit somewhere. If only if it was that easy. Inhaling deeply, she turned and faced her classmates.

"M-my name is… Elizaveta Héderváry and I have recently transferred from Hungary. Please take care of me." Out of instinct, she bowed.

"Wonderful! Elizaveta, please sit in the far back. Now, what was I talking about again? Oh, yeah! Pasta is made of-"Mr. Vargas turned to the chalkboard as the new student rushed to her assigned seat avoiding eye contact to anyone else.

Sitting down, did she realize that her old self would have acted differently in this situation. Instead of walking down the hallway feigning happiness and secretly thinking of things that would end up terribly, her pass self would strut confidently to the class room, not hesitating to burst into the room, announcing her entrance. Sighing, Elizaveta slouched in her seat trying to understand her teacher's outbursts about pasta and tomatoes.

Wait… wasn't he suppose to be teaching geometry?


"Did you know that the tomato is the main ingredient to-"Mr. Vargas got cut off by the bell, signaling it was time for the next period.

"Well, off you go, you tomato lovers!" The sounds of ruffling papers getting stuffed into backpacks soon filled the room, which did not make sense at all.

"Were people actually taking notes on how to make pasta?" wondered Eliza.

To her dismay, she was the last to leave the classroom. She didn't get the chance to make new friends. Running to the exit, she clutched her books to her chest as she speed walked through the hall, to her locker. All while trying not to look awkward while doing so.

Is the rest of her freshmen year going to be like this? As in being the lonely awkward girl who can't make friends?

"E-…Elizaveta?"

The brunette turned to face where the familiar voice came from, so fast that her wavy hair whipped to the other side of her shoulders. Green eyes met violet ones, hidden behind square glasses. "…Roderich?"

"Well, this is unexpected. I heard you transferred but to think it was to Hetalia High!" he smiled at her. Oh, how Elizaveta missed that smile. She couldn't help but melt at the sight of it. You see, the sweet teen had a bit of history with Roderich, Which you shall soon discover while reading this story.

"S-…so, do you still play the piano?" stammered the young girl, hurrying to pick a topic for their reunion.

At the mention of the instrument, a spark appeared in his oddly colored eyes, and he nodded enthusiastically.

(Which the other brunette happened to notice the sudden perkiness and angrily thought, "He never perked up like that when we were 'together'. Guess he'll love that piano more than he ever loved me." )- "Well, then. You must play for me sometime." Once again, she smiled plastically, which she happened to be so good at.

"…I haven't seen you since… the engagement got cut off." She added, in a timid voice. Almost as if she was afraid of mentioning the said engagement. Her cheeks pinked, ever so slightly. The supposed smart man in front of her barely noticed the new shade on the girl's face.

"…Y-yeah. Sorry about that," He raised his arm to scratch the back of his head. "I was hoping we could forget about that and just be the way we were before any of it happened."

"…O-of course!" She replied with another bright yet fake grin. Roderich just smiled back half-heartedly as she walked silently past him, her fringe covering her eyes so he could not tell what her real reaction was to those words.

She let out a breath, the confused brunette did not know whether to feel angry or angst. When did everything become so damn complicated?

Then she remembered. She was supposed to quickly grab a textbook from her locker for her next class. Wasting all her time talking with that boy, no wonder she was a loner on the first day school. Pissed off at herself, she continued walking as fast as she could, to retrieve her textbook. What else was in for her today?

The stubborn girl didn't notice the so familiar platinum blond haired male with dark pink, almost red eyes; steal a glance at her, as she stomped past him.


Why, hello thar it's NecoMochi. Because I like cats and mochi. :3

So yus, it's my very first fanfiction.~ (^3^) and if I owned Hetalia, Prussia would be my boyfriend. :D

I can only dream. (Forever alone. T.T)

ANYWAYS, hoped you enjoyed that. ^.^ This is a multichapter btw.

And let's see how this story turns out. xD