Full Title: Courting the Boys in the Band

Chapter 1: Arrival

Summary: Gilbert has returned from four years at boarding school, thinking that everything will go back to the way it was. He is sorely wrong when drama and heartbreak consume him. It seems like his new friend that e's brought home is the only one that can sooth his fears. Will she be able to get his feelings under wrap or will Gilbert end up hurting the cute little Canadian boy that's grown so dear to him?

Pairings: PruCan, UsUk, FrOC(Sierra Leone, my country OC), GerIta, Rochu, Spamano, AusHung, and Japreece.. It's mainly a PruCan story, but we'll spread some love to all of our many pairings.

Rating: M for a reason (thought I don't really agree with that rating, I will follow it so I won't get into trouble)

Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRUSSIA! Our beloved micro-nation is two years as of yesterday. In honor of that, I decided to put this up! This is me and MN3000's first serious Hetalia fic that will not be a one shot. Amiee's name is pronounced, Ah-me and her nickname, Ams, is pronounced Aims. She's based off of all of my family, since we're from Sierra Leone.
If any of the translations are wrong, I used google translate... blame them.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Ryanabeth H. Deveroux and MegaNerd3000 do not own Hetalia (we wish we did though *sigh*)

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, if you don't stop kicking that man's chair, I swear to god that I will hurt you," a girl with a heavy French accent hissed at the albino next to her. She had dark skin and her black hair was pixie cut. She adjusted her glasses over her slightly pointed nose as she glared at the German boy, who just smiled. He had a devious look about him and his scarlet eyes twinkled.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" he asked, the girl punched him in the arm as an answer.

To say that Gilbert was nervous would be an understatement. He was downright scared. He'd been away from home four years and boarding school in Germany. Sure, he had Skype, his phone, and he came home for the Christmas holidays and summer, but it wasn't the same. He'd missed out on so many occasions, so many chances to be with his friends. Words couldn't describe how happy he was that his father deemed him ready to return to regular public schooling. Yes, he was seventeen, yes he would be far ahead of everyone, but he still wanted the experience. He still wanted to be with his friends when they graduated, like they had planned.

He was even more happy that one of his school friends was spending the summer with him. Amiee Sampson was her name. She had been one of the first people to talk to him at boarding school and they had become fast friends. He couldn't wait for her to meet all of his other friends. She'd seen them before, having been in his room when he was Skyping one time, but he was happy that she would really get to meet them. Sitting on the plane was getting tedious to him and he had to exert his energy some way. He chose thumping the man in front of him's chair as a good way to do it.

Amiee smiled apologetically at the man who decided to turn around. "I'm sure that this idiot here is sorry and he won't do it again," she said to him.

"No I'm not," Gilbert said bluntly "And I will be doing it again," to demonstrate his point, he kicked the chair once more.

"Honestly, Gilbert. Sometime I think you're two years old," Amiee scoffed and sent the man a what-can-you-do? look.

"You best listen to your girlfriend there, boy," the man growled. "Your arrogance is going to get you into a lot of trouble," Amiee's eyes narrowed once the man said girlfriend. Her face went into a totally blank look and she just stared him. He looked back at Amiee's face, trying to see if she'd rely or something, but she just kept staring. He coughed, shifting in his seat uncomforatbly then turned back around, muttering Stupid kids, under his breath.

Gilbert didn't even try to stifle his laugh at the man's reaction. "Kesesesese, what was that for, Ams?" he laughed. She did the most weird things sometimes. Her odd nature was what had attracted him to her. That and her French heritage.

"He said something stupid," she said outright. "I'm not your girlfriend... I don't even think you've had a girlfriend," she added, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. Gilbert stayed quiet at that and she smirked. Amiee: 1, Gilbert: 0

"All passengers are free to leave the cabin. Thank you for choosing SouthWest airlines and have a nice day,"

Gilbert practically jumped out of his seat to get out as the woman on the intercom spoke. He tapped his foot impatiently as Amiee took her time to grab their carry on bags, then grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the plane.

"C'mon, Ams!" Gilbert yelled, pulling the girl behind her. He was grinning ear to ear. It looked like his face was going to split in half from all of the smiling that he was doing. "I bet everyone's waiting for us. I bet they're all just-" He stopped speaking when he looked out into the lobby. Only five people that he recognized were standing there with a sign:

Welcome Home Gilbert and Guest!

That was it. Nothing else. His grin deflated about three times. How come no one else was here? Did no one want to see him? No, he thought, I'm too awesome for that.. But he held doubt. There was only five people there.. Five people! He flinched as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Gil, they're here for you," Amiee said with a smile. "Stop looking like someone kicked your puppy and -" she was roughly cut off when an arm was thrown over her shoulder.

"Ohonhon~ Who do we have here? Is this Gilbert's friend, Amiee?" A French accent filled her ear as her personal space was seriously violated. "Aren't you a pretty one?" he whispered. She turned her head to look at the slight beard on the blond haired Frenchmen that was currently holding her. His jaw and nose were pointed, but artfully so, and his brown eyes seemed to be searing straight into her own. He was taller than her, and it was annoying.

"Gilbert, can you please get this barbarian off of me?" Amiee seethed. Too close.. the male was too close to her.

"Ohhh!" he giggled slightly. "You're French like moi?" he asked her, breathing into her ear. "Francis Bonnefey, at your service," he squeezed the arm he had around her, pulling her closer to his body. One of the veins in her neck was pulsing violently and her hands balled into fists.

"Um, Francis," Gilbert said quickly. "Let-" he didn't finish his sentence as he watched his friend get punched in the groin. His friend rolled on the floor, cupping his hurt crotch in his hands. Gilbert mentally face-palmed.

"Oh Mère de Dieu aidez-moi! Je ne pourrai jamais avoir d'enfants à nouveau!" Francis moaned, rolling around on the floor. Amiee just stared at his body while Gilbert snickered. The guy had it coming to him.

He looked up and saw the other three boys coming to see what the matter was. Amiee was shivering in anger. There was no way that that man had seriously been in her personal space.. Just no way.

"Whatever happened to rose bastard, he deserved it," an Italian sneered coming closer to examine the boy on the floor. His brown eyes had a gleeful twinkle to them, just thinking about what could have happened to the idiot Frenchmen.

"Oh, Lovi! Don't be mean," a Sapnish boy said, hugging the Italian. The boy made to push the Spaniard off, but the other held with surprising strength.

"Get off of me, Antonio. You bastard!" the Italian rubbed his face as if trying to remove the redness on his cheeks. "And my name's Lovino, not Lovi!"He got a hold of himself, composing his face and looking towards Amiee. Her face held pure shock on it.

"Did you do that?" said a German voice, before the Italian could get the words out. Amiee turned to see a boy that looked like a younger version of Gilbert, but neater and more reserved. She guessed that this was Ludwig. His icy blue eyes looked at her with an emotion that she couldn't really place. Amiee just nodded, looking in concern down at Francis' curled body. She hadn't thought that she'd hit him too hard. She had just wanted to get her point across.

"Oh! You're really strong, for a girl. Almost like Luddy here. Big Brother Francis scares me sometimes but I would never do something like that. Vee~ I'm Feliciano," a smaller Italian boy that looked much like Lovino. Amiee's eyes softened as he kept rambling on and on about 'Big Brother Francis' and how he scared him. Ludwig put a hand on his auburn head and shook his head. Immediately, the Italian stopped talking, a small blush on his cheeks.

"HELLO!" Gilbert yelled, getting all of their attention. "Did anyone miss the awesome me?" he snapped. "I just came home and all of you are just obsessing over Francis and his hurting balls," he looked down at his friend with pity on his face. "Sorry, man, but I tried to warn you,"

Feliciano looked startled at Gilbert's outburst and clung to Ludwig. The German boy cleared his throat while the Spaniard offered a smile. Lovino muttered a few curses under his breath and stared daggers and the 'albino potato'.

"Sorry, amigo," Antonio said, scratching the back of his neck. "We did miss you. Muchísimo," he smiled, which made Gilbert smile also. A bit of his anger at being ignored ebbed away and he almost smacked his forehead.

'"Oh, everyone," he said. "This, feisty mädchen is Amiee. She's the friend that I've been telling you all about," He placed an arm around her shaking shoulders as she smiled wryly. She looked down onto the floor at Francis who was saying random words in French, still in pain.

"Is he going to be okay?" she asked. "I didn't mean to hurt him that bad. I just don't like being touched..." this made Antonio raise an eyebrow as Gilbert had his hands on her shoulder. He kept his question to himself though.

"Don't worry about it," Feliciano said, smiling. "Big Brother Francis will be fine. That part of his body has been roughed up thousands of times. Vee~ Let's go get your luggage!" He turned to grab Amiee's hand and lead her to baggage claim (going the wrong way, mind you). He left the other three boys wondering how he knew what went on with that part of Francis' body.

Translations:

Oh Mère de Dieu aidez-moi! Je ne pourrai jamais avoir d'enfants à nouveau! (French) - Oh mother of God help my! I could never have a children again.

Muchísimo (Spanish) - Very much

mädchen (German) - girl

4/17/12 - Edited because I realized that I can't count *facepalm*. If you, my dear readers, cannot pick up on my number error, I shall not elaborate.
~RHD