BelarusXBulgaria seriously needs more love (any love at all) so here it is, my first ever Hetalia Fanfic with a straight couple.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Chapter One

"Ivan! Come out of that closet, this instant!" Katysusha demanded angrily.

"I don't want to!" Ivan called back from his closet up-stairs.

"Ivan Braginsky!" Katysusha warned, placing a hand on her hips in an annoyed manner. "I warn you! If you don't come down from there within one minute I will come up there and get you down myself."

"Niet! Little sister is scary."

Said little sister, that being me, rolled her eyes. I was getting seriously fed up with this whole business of my older brother. Okay, so I'm sorry for having a brother-complex when I was like ten! Katysusha looked sincerely annoyed by now.

"Ivan!" She tried. "The plane leaves in two hours. We're already late."

I sighed, my annoyance matching the one of Katyshusha's, and got up from sitting on my bag. Just this once, I'll help up. If only because I don't want to miss the plane. With a huff, I stomped up the stairs, reaching Ivan's empty room. The closet stood where it had always stood, and I could easily hear Ivan from in there. I might not have been stalking him anymore, but once you learn something, you never forget it. I guess you can say stalking is like riding a bike. Oh well, never mind. Quietly I tipped over to the closet, scratching at the door as I reached it. As I did so, I received a whimper from inside. Suite yourself.

"Big brother?" I cooed. "I need to get in. This closet is separating us."

"Go away!" Ivan pleaded.

From inside the closet, I heard Ivan trying to hold the door back. Just like I wanted.

"You can hold back that door, big brother, but you can never keep me out."

I smirked at the squirm my brother released inside the closet and moved to the side. Carelessly I started scratching at the wood, hoping that Ivan would give in soon to save me the trouble. After a couple of minutes of scratching, and pleading from inside, I started to grow annoyed. Since when was my cry-baby of a brother so strong? I'd hoped that I wouldn't have to destroy anything, but my dear brother didn't give me any other choice. With an annoyed huff, I braced myself and punched my hand through the wood, earning a squeak from Ivan.

"Brother?"

I sighed in relief as Ivan ran out of the closet and down the stairs to Katysusha, even going so far as to running to the car and buckling himself up (I saw this from his bedroom-window). I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs, breathing a short "You're welcome." To Katysusha before grabbing my last bag and taking it out to the car, throwing it in the back-trunk of the cab. Ivan was twisting nervously and the backseat, sending me countless of worried looks. I simply ignored him and sat down in the backseat as well. Katysusha was only minutes later, locking the door behind her, and handing it to the stranger that was waiting outside. The stranger who was taking over our home. Katysusha talked a little with the stranger before getting into the cab and nodding to the driver.

The can hit off down our old street, heading for the airport. I stayed focused for a short while, but eventually I gave up and put music in my ears instead. I smiled blissfully as the music flooded into my head. I picked up my mobile again, going through my playlists until I reached the one that was called: Ottoman Empire.

What do you mean, there's no use to try? 'Bulgaria's' voice echoed in my head. What do you mean, there's no need to cry?

Ottoman Empire was, by far, the best band I knew, and I was not alone in thinking so. Ottoman Empire was one of the most popular bands in USA and parts of Europe. And, they were young, so, no surprise, a lot of girls (and guys) were dreaming.

After a long while of driving we pulled in on the airport and unloaded our bags, heading as fast as we could for the check-in.

A couple of hours later our new cab entered the suburb that we were to live in. The first thing I actually caught interest in was the great school, Hetalia Academy, as Bulgaria sang "What do you mean, there's no need to cry…" yet again (the playlist had played over a couple of times by now). I gawked at the school in amazement. It was magnificent.

"Oh, it's amazing." I breathed, earning a pleased snicker from Katysusha.

"I'm glad you like it, sister." She said. "That's your school."

"We're going to this school?" I asked in amazement.

"You are." Katysusha announced proudly, and with that, the school was out of sight, and we continued down the road. "By the way, we're meeting with the principle on Friday."

"Great." I muttered in response, not really caring too much.

After driving a few more minutes, the cab pulled up at a driveway. With a deep sigh, I got out of the car and looked over my new home. It was definitely different from my old house, but I couldn't really complain, now could I? Katysusha got out of the cab as well.

"Well, my dear siblings." Katysusha said proudly. "Welcome to your new home."

When Friday arrived, I found myself sitting in principle Vargas' office, answering the questions I was given.

"Well, unless the two of you have anything else you want to ask…" Principle Vargas said, directing his attention to Ivan and me. "… the two of you may just trod around the school and see what it looks like, while I talk to your sister. All students should have gone home by now."

Ivan and I nodded and got up to leave the office. Once we'd done so we both went separated ways, Ivan obviously not wanting to be near me anymore. I walked around the empty halls, looking around with mild interest. The first interesting thing I found was what seemed to be the auditorium. Finally, I'd found a room that I was interested in. Quietly I snuck in. The first thing I noticed when I entered the auditorium, was the sound of a guitar playing. I looked around the auditorium, seeing a boy in my own age, sitting on one of the seats near the stage, playing thoughtfully.

"Oh Romeo, oh Romeo, why are thy Romeo." the boy said thoughtfully, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. "Defy thy name and…"

The boy muttered a few curses and scrambled the paper into a ball.

"I can't use that. Let's see, inspiration, inspiration. My kingdom for inspiration. If I was your boyfriend… no, I think someone wrote that. Lost and insecure… oh that's good… lost and insecure, you found me… hey wait a minute. That's The Frey. Gagh, damn you to hell, Thaksin!" the boy yelled out to the (or so he thought) empty auditorium. "Or maybe I'll just work on the chords. Let's see…"

The boy picked up his guitar and played slowly.

"Am F, C, and E…? NO! That sounds fucked up. Em?"

"Maybe you should try a G?" I suggested, surprising myself, as well as him.

"HOLY D-MINOR!" The boy yelped, turning in his seat, with a surprised and shocked look. "Shit, I thought everyone had gone home for the day! How long have you been standing there?"

"Why?" I asked, tilting my head as I took in his looks.

His brown hair was a bit of a mess, and big grey eyes watched me warily. His school uniform hung sloppily on his thin body and his pale skin was painted a small shade of pink, likely from the embarrassment of the situation.

"Like long enough to hear me quote Justin Beiber?" he asked, a pleading look crossing his features.

"And Shakespeare." I admitted, daring myself to take a few steps down towards him. "It's not often you hear a normal guy knowing Shakespeare."

"Ah." The brown-haired guy commented, winking at me. "The nice young lady thinks I'm normal? You must be the new girl."

The guy put his guitar aside and met up with me.

"Welcome to Hetalia High." He greeted. "I'm Stephen."

"Natalia." I answered, feeling unexpectedly awkward.

An incredibly awkward silence followed for a while as we avoided eye contact with each other.

"So…" I started, feeling the silence suffocating me. "… You claim you're not normal? How come?"

"Unless you're social, good looking and good at sports, you're not considered a normal guy at this school." Stephen explained, sitting back down on his chair.

"And you're not?"

"Not really, I hate sports and social stuffs. Not like Alfred, Heracles or Sadiq. They're brilliant."

"Says who?" I questioned, skeptically, sitting down on the stage.

"Says I! But "most importantly", says Maggie Rayton. No one is cool unless she says so."

"Good to know." I said thoughtfully. "So, which one's are "out" at this school?"

Stephen got a thoughtful look on his face. Perhaps he was confused by the question, or maybe he was just thinking it trough.

"Well, there's me, Thaksin, Gupta, Lizzy, Lilly, Bella, Chelly, Monique, Mei-Mei, Kiku, Arthur, Roderich, Matthew, Yao, Esteban, Eduard, Ludwig, Eirikur, Raivis, Toris, Felix, Lovino, Berwald, Vash, to mention just a few." Stephen ranted. "Why?"

"Well, just so I know who to talk to." I shrugged, earning a puzzled look from Stephen. "I don't particularly like the social stuffs either. I'd rather be uncool with the rest of you, than spending my time with some fake bitch."

"I like your style." Stephen laughed. "You're not like Maggie. And I like your accent."

I suddenly found myself blushing at the comment, although I couldn't quite figure out why.

"My accent?" I asked, sounding more mockingly than I had intended to.

"Yeah." Stephen shrugged. "It reminds me of home. You've got a bit of a Russian accent. Where're you from?"

"Well, I moved here from Russia, but I was born in Belarus."

"Hah." Stephen laughed to himself. "I knew I wasn't completely off the track. So… G, you said?"

Stephen picked the guitar up again, and played the chord thoughtfully, before playing all four of the chords together.

"Am, F, C, G." he said as he played. "Hey, that works. Thanks."

Stephen send me a thankful smile.

"What are you writing?" I asked, curiously.

"This?" Stephen asked, blushing just lightly again. "A friend of mine, Thaksin, asked me to write a song, so I figured I should get started. Not going to well though. I suck at writing lyrics out of the blue. There's nothing inspire me."

"Maybe it's time for you to get a muse." I suggested, only half-seriously.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking up at me from his seat. "Are you free for the next month?"

"I don't really think I would be your ultimate muse." I laughed.

"Is that so? Or am I just not worthy of you?" he asked mockingly.

I sent him a disapproving look.

"What makes you think that?"

"I bet you would do it if Ottoman Empire asked you." Stephen shrugged, deciding to completely ignore my previous question.

"One;" I said disapprovingly. "That's a whole different matter. Two; How would you know that."

Stephen sent me a light smirk.

"It's written all over your face…" he stated. "… As well as your bag."

Stephen's mobile suddenly started vibrating.

"Shit, mum's calling. I've got to go." Stephen excused himself. "Hey, random question. What's your surname?"

"Braginsky."

"You've got facebook?" Stephen asked as he packed his things together

"Mhm."

"Great, I'll find you!"

I slummed down on my bed the moment we got home, trying to suppress the noises around me. It didn't take long for the idea of music to occur to me. I dug through my bag, for a few moments before finding my mobile and starting the music.

You can't break this chain. Bulgaria started the song, accompanied by a couple of lonely chords on the guitar. You can't take my pain. You know…

The music was interrupted by a "Ah, message from the dark side there is." Signaling I had a new text (so yes, I was a Star Wars girl). I flipped my phone open, finding I had a new face-book message. One new friend-request. I clicked further. Stephen Belikov requests to be your friend. I clicked accept without much thoughts to it, and returned to my homepage, not wanting to waste my battery, before drifting away with the bliss of music.

Thank you for reading. Please rewiew and tell me what you think. I can vow for that I have not stolen a single song out of the one's that Ottoman Empire are sining.