Chapter 1:ESL

AN
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia okay? Happy now you made me admit it.

Warnings: I don't give them. (But the rating might go up… maybe…)

Pairings: Spamano, Gerita, YOU REQUEST THE REST! And yes one character can have more than one pairing (it is high school stuff happens)

So this is one of the ones I picked from a tie on my poll along with an angst so that I can have a variety (an angst a humour and a romance all at the same time WOOHOO), anyway this particular story will be updated Tuesdays, Fridays and if I have extra time maybe more frequently but don't count on it.

But I have a question: Do you want all spamano all the time or do you want it to equally focus on all the characters/couples, and if you want that what characters and couples do you want to see?

Lovino POV

I groaned as I trudged my way into the school building behind my overly chipper younger brother who was dragging me around the school by my sleeve. Yeah he acts like a five year old sometimes… or most of the time… Anyway when we got our schedules it turned out we had the same first class: English as a Second Language. I mean just what the fuck? Just because we are exchange students doesn't mean we can't speak English, which is a stupid racist idea. Stupid burger loving bastards and their damn racism.

It was mine and Feli's first day at a new American boarding school that had just opened up. My grandfather sent me the second he heard about it, but he tried to keep Feli around until he couldn't take his begging anymore. It was fine by me I didn't want to be around the stuffy old prune anyway.

Even despite that I couldn't help but miss our old villa in Italy, with the high walls, beautiful city, amazing tomato garden… 'Wait no focus you aren't there anymore you are at a new school with new opportunities and don't need to think about the past…' I was frankly just trying to comfort myself.

So anyway two days ago we show up here and I was stuck in a room with my damn brother, no I didn't like the idea they were keeping us together I mean I am a year older damn it! Anyway, our flight had been postponed so we were late in arrival and really only had one full day on campus before classes, which was easily spent sleeping to dispel any remnants of jetlag and now we really had no fucking clue what was going on. So we ran.

Eventually we found the right room and ran in to take our seats, there were only 5 seats open when we got there, and of course Feli took the one surrounded by people, he was sitting between a stoic blonde that even looked like he had a stick shoved up his ass he was sitting so straight, and some kid with black hair and I don't even want to know what was in that book on his desk. So I walked over to the empty desk in the corner, luckily for me the desks surrounding it were also empty. Great.

The bell rang not five minutes later and then about three after that three guys came running into the room with apologetic looks on their faces.

"I am sorry mademoiselle, we over slept, then we got lost" said one with shoulder length blonde, hair a scraggly beard, and a creepy as fuck French accent.

Somehow this student with the creepy accent was able to throw off the teacher (who hadn't even started off class yet) into just nodding and motioning to the empty chairs surrounding me "I understand, it is the first day. Just take a seat and don't let it happen again."

The boys followed directions and much to my utter annoyance the seats around me were filled. The French bastard took the seat beside me, another one of them with white hair and red eyes (I mean what the fuck is this guy albino or something!?) sat in front of me, and the last of the little trio took the open spot behind me. I could already tell that this was going to be a shitty and annoying as all hell day.

I was right, they were silent for the three minutes the teacher took to tell us what to do today (in a variety of languages I might add) before they started speaking in perfect though heavily accented English. And when I say started talking I mean started and never shut up.

The task at hand was to get to know the people around you, in groups of four, guess who I was stuck with. We had to talk about our names, grades, what countries we were from, what we were like and our hobbies/interests. This was going to be fun. Not.

The French bastard spoke up first, "Bonjour, my name is Francis, I am a junior, I am from the country of love, and that is my favourite hobby," he sent a wink at me that chilled me to the bone and made me want to vomit.

The white haired one spoke up next, "Hey guys, so I am Gilbert but you can call me the Awesome one, the Awesome Gilbert, or anything of that nature. I am also a junior from the awesome country of Prussia," I rolled my eyes at the fact that there is no such thing as Prussia "My favourite hobbies are drinking beer, tormenting my little brother, and of course being awesome." I resisted the urge to slam my head into the desk at his stupidity.

The one behind me spoke next I turned to see a ridiculously huge grin plastered onto his face "Hola mi amigos" He was shot a look from the teacher for his use of Spanish, " I am a junior as well, I am from España, I like basically everything and am a fairly happy person in general, but I guess my favourite thing to do is probably work in my tomato garden back home…" he trailed off rambling about something about tomatoes, not that I didn't like tomatoes (they are my favourite food) it's just I was too busy being inspired by his earlier Spanish to pay attention.

Eventually he shut up and all eyes turned to me, show time, I was going to fuck with bastards and hopefully get them to leave me the fuck alone at the same time, "Ciao, Hello, I am Lovino, I was born in Italy, I am a sophomore unlike you assholes, I don't like anything and hate idiots and overly cheerful bastards." The only thing is I spoke in perfect Italian getting confused looks from all of them as I was called over to the teacher.

"Lovino do you know English?" She said in a hushed tone in my native tongue.

I rolled my eyes resulting in a glare from her, "Yes ma'am I can speak perfect English I just wanted to fuck with those bastards because they were being assholes."

Her eyes widened, probably due to my vocabulary, and she spoke cautiously, "Well from now on try to speak English in here, it will make things much easier, and don't let me catch you cursing in my room again."

I sighed in defeat my signature scowl adorning my face as I walked back over to my seat to be tormented some more before the bell rang. The good news is the annoying bastards ignored me and talked mainly with each other so I ignored them and looked around the room instead.

It seems like they stuck every single damn exchange student in one fucking room, there were people of a variety of ethnicities speaking with dozens of different accents, a few I was able to pick out but a few confused me, like there was this creepy Russian who was with his two sisters and some guy with a ponytail that was obviously against dress code. There was a group of five blondes in a corner chitchatting away in several different languages though they appear to have met each other before class. The blonde bastard with my brother was apparently of the potato variety as he was German, the black haired kid appeared to be Japanese. There were easily a dozen other people in the room but I couldn't quite hear them or figure out where they were from. There was even a person from fucking England in there, what the hell!? It was later revealed that he was originally there as a schedule mix-up but was going to stay and be a teacher's assistant because there weren't any classes to switch to. I mentally cursed at that, it meant there was no way for me to escape this hell.

I kept silent the rest of class ignoring the looks and comments it got me from the bastards surrounding me, but I couldn't help notice the French and Spanish bastards staring at me and talking quietly, WHILE I WAS IN BETWEEN THEM! I mean seriously what the fuck kind of assholes do that? Oh right. Them.

I repressed the urge to sigh audibly just to piss them off and waited for the bell to ring. AT LAST SWEET RELIEF! I stood and tried to bolt out the door but before I could move there was a hand on my shoulder preventing me.

I looked over to the side to see the French bastard had his hand clamped on my shoulder and didn't appear to be moving it any time soon. "Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me." I said through gritted teeth trying to suppress the urge to punch someone on the first day of school.

"Oh, so he does speak English," Gilbert chimed in standing up from his spot sitting on top of one the desks and walking over.

"Fuck you," what can I say I have a way with words.

"But his vocabulary seems to be a little limited," The French bastard said still not having moved his hand.

"I give you until the count of three to move your damn hand, or you will lose it." I spoke quickly just hoping he could understand me and would listen.

"Aw come on just listen to us," Gilbert said blocking my path as Francis finally lifted his hand off of my shoulder.

"Oui, we were wondering if you would like to spend some time with us."

"And why the fuck would I want to spend time with you bastards?"

"You're feisty I like it," Gilbert said eyeing me.

"You look at me like that again and I will rip out your eyes capiche?" I glared at him and he kept his distance.

"Well we were going to use the excuse of teaching you English but I guess that is null and void now huh? So how about I be frank with what I want?" Francis moved closer.

"b-back off" I stuttered taking a step back from the creepy perverted Frenchman, damn it why did I always stammer when I was nervous?

"You heard him Francis," Antonio spoke up from behind me, I had almost forgotten he was there.

Thank goodness he spoke up because Francis took a step back and looked surprised at his friend giving me time enough to whirl on my heel push past said Spaniard and run out of the room as fast as I could.

AN

So sorry this sucks (I really was having writer's block with this), trust me it should get better *thinks about things I have planned* yeah it should get better ;) anyway sorry if anyone is OOC let me know if they are and let me know what you think and who you want to see (and just because you haven't seen them yet doesn't mean they aren't coming).