a/n:
Yo~! So, this is a highschool!AU on the world of Hetalia [more specifically Gakuen Hetalia] created by Himaruya Hidekaz
It features loads of pairings [particularly the ones I absolutely love to death] and constant references to other anime/manga [because I can't help it]
Oh and maybe some from Hetalia itself and/or Himaruya-sensei's scribbles and such like the RPG designs and Noto-sama xD!
I'm not exactly sure about the specifics of Gakuen Hetalia since I've never played the game so I just sort of winged it ;
So um ... don't kill me if something's wrong? Do point it out, though ~
God, this is my first time writing for this ever-so-epic fandom that's Hetalia and I'm so freakin' scared of killing the charas [/nervousnervous]

Welcome to WW Gakuen, an international school located in an island south of Italy. It's secluded from most of the world though it has a small town a walk away and a few other towns scattered around said school. The school accepts everyone [though mostly the rich, really] in any grade level from kindergarten to college, with different areas for each. The institution is a prestigious one, with students located all around the world however, it has only just begun accepting female students, being an all-boys' school up until the latest school year, hoping the boys would at least tone down their being obnoxious.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work. If it does, it only applies to very little people.

"Hey, four-eyes! Who's the girl?!"

Apparently, it doesn't work on Gilbert Weillschmidt, silver-haired and red-eyed, who was rapidly walking to the bespectacled brunet accompanied by an orange-haired girl, one hand holding a piece of paper. The girl said something to the brunet, said man giving a sigh at the incoming eighteen-year-old, turning to face him with a frown on his face.

"She's -" started Roderich Edelstein, but stopped as soon as he saw the piece of paper Gilbert thrust at his face.

"Yeah, yeah, I was only saying that to catch your attention," said the Prussian [or as he claimed, anyway. Everyone knew he was German … you know, like his brother. He just likes the Prussians better].

"What is this?" asked Roderich, taking the piece of paper from the other's hand.

"Roderich, what is that?" said the orange-haired girl, peering beside Roderich. That was when Gilbert actually looked at her, from her orange hair with the pink clip on it, her eyes green, her sweater with the school logo a cream color with a black tie [and what he assumed as a white blouse under], her skirt a pleated red, her socks black and her loafers brown. Slung over her shoulders was a black sling bag, one hand holding onto a rather thick book. Oh and she had a camera slung around her neck - what she was using that for, he didn't know, which is why he picked it up to his face, eliciting a loud, "Hey!" from the girl which Gilbert completely ignored. That is, until Roderich pried Gilbert's hands from the camera, Elizaveta quickly snatching it and pulling it close to her chest.

"Hey! I was watching-!"

"Yes, yes," said Roderich with a sigh before pushing back his glasses and taking the now crumpled paper up to his face. "I asked what this was."

"Huh? It's a club -"

"Yes, I know it's a club application," said Roderich, "I asked what this was for. And why it has 'The Awesome Club' as its name."

"Oh, that. Isn't it awesome?"

"…And the school council approved of this?"

"Yup!"

"… And you came to me because?"

"To get you to join. I need four more people!"

"And you assume I'm going to join?"

"Nope. I know you're going to join."

Roderich eyed him for a moment. Elizaveta was rather amused by the bantering between the two men. The brunet proceeded to give a sigh and pushed the paper to Gilbert.

"I refuse."

"What?! You can't refuse!" shouted Gilbert, successfully getting the attention of the people in the hallway. Really, who wouldn't want to join a club as awesome as his? That was preposterous!

"I can and I am. I'm joining the music club," said Roderich, taking a piece of paper from between the pages of a file book and showing it to the albino. Gilbert bent down to read it with narrowed eyes, his face ever so close to the piece of paper. Grinning, he stood back up.

"Oh. Well in that case -" he said, taking the piece of paper from Roderich's hands and ripping it to shreds - right in front of him.

"You fool! What do you think you're doing?!" shouted the usually composed Roderich. Oh, now was definitely not the time for being composed. He should have known something was up seeing the Prussian wasn't bothering him as much as he usually did [though that wasn't saying much, really].

"Now that you don't have a club, anymore," said Gilbert, grin on his face, "What say you join mine?"

Roderich was practically furious, his shaking figure obvious despite how much he was trying to keep his cool.

"Roderich, I can hit him with my book, you know," said Elizaveta, raising the [thick] book she had in her hands, looking at Gilbert as if she was dead set on hating him. Roderich, however, gave a sigh and shook his head.

"No. Let's just leave. Class is about to start," said Roderich, turning on his heel as the lunch break was about to be over, leaving a dumbfounded Gilbert standing in the hall.

"Hey! HEY! What about my club?!" the brunet heard him shout, choosing to ignore the idiot. Hopefully, he wasn't going to bother him again. Just how that idiot ever got the club approved, though, he didn't know. And what was this 'awesome club' of his, anyway?

the day before
monday ; approximately 6.50 pm

"You want to form a what club?" said the Student Council president in his British accent, one thick eyebrow arched up in disbelief. The man standing in front of him was just grinning as if it was the most awesome idea in the world - which, with his enormous ego, wasn't hard to believe he did.

"An awesome club!"

"What the bloody hell would you do in your stupid club?!"

"Be … awesome?" Gilbert lifted a brow as well. God, Arthur Kirkland was an even bigger idiot than he thought he was. What was there to do aside from being awesome? After all, being awesome was a full-time job. And that Japanese kid got his anime club so why can't he get an awesome club? Being awesome was way awesomer than anime, pssh.

"… You're a stupid git, you know that?"

"And you're a pompous ass. Just sign the stupid form."

"You don't even do anything!"

"Oh, fine!" shouted Gilbert, taking the piece of paper from Arthur as well as a pen on the president's desk. "How 'bout we become the astronomy club?"

"There's already an astronomy club."

Gilbert looked up from his paper with an eyebrow raised at Arthur. "There is? Then … the light music club?"

"That's for the music club, you git," said Arthur with a sigh, placing his elbow on the desk and his palm on his forehead. The Prussian was definitely an even bigger idiot than he thought.

"A host club!"

"Oh, sod off," said Arthur with a roll of his eyes.

"Hey, it can work!"

"If you can't think of anything good then I suggest you leave this instant." Arthur leaned on his chair, looking up at the man in front of him before continuing, "I have to leave in a while."

"Fine! Jeez, you're impatient," said Gilbert, rolling his eyes at the Briton [causing a scowl to form on Arthur's face] before saying, "Let's see … a supernatural club?" Ha. There was no way that pompous Arthur was going to approve of that idea.

"A supernatural club?" asked Arthur, Gilbert's eyes moving to the blonde. To his surprise Arthur was sitting upright on his chair, a gleam in his eyes that practically screamed 'I'm interested. Go on'.

"Uh … Yeah. Ghosts and stuff … I guess?" He was caught off guard. Gilbert shifted his gaze from the window behind Arthur [that depicted he should go back to the dorm soon], to the floor then back to the Briton then move to some other items around the room. He was rambling about ghosts and hunting and how if Kiku gets to form an anime club, why can't he form a supernatural one?

"A supernatural club, huh…" spoke Arthur, more to himself than to Gilbert, really. He looked down at his desk, taking a pen and tapping it down the desk before looking up at the Prussian.

"You'll need at least five members in a club before I can allow it."

"I'll recruit four more, then!"

"That was my point, you idiot."

"Good! Just you wait, eyebrows -" at that, Arthur opened his mouth to protest "- I'll make the awesomest club ever!" And at that, he turned, babbling and cackling like mad to open the door. Well, more like the door went open to meet him.

"Shit! That fuckin' hurt, you bastard!" shouted Gilbert, rubbing his forehead as he looked up at the [rather tall] individual in front of him with a scowl. The blonde that just appeared merely blinked at him before realizing what he had done [which was, really, just opening the door].

"Oh, sorry, Gil, didn't see you there," said the American, rubbing the back of his head. It was difficult not to notice the bespectacled blond standing in front of him, especially with his obnoxious behavior and that brown jacket he always wore. And the fact he absolutely loved messing with Arthur, who quickly put on a frown and crossed his arms at the sophomore.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here, Alfred?"

Alfred F. Jones looked at Arthur, with a smile, walking over to him and saying, "Heracles-sensei sent me out to find you and Gil, said something about Gil going out without permission and you not coming back. Really, Artie, it's such a pain to babysit you."

"Don't. Call me that," said Arthur, practically seething. He hated the bloody nickname - absolutely hated it. Alfred made it up at one point, causing that French idiot to overhear and use to piss Arthur off which spread around the school. The only person who ever dares to use the nickname in front of his face at all times was Alfred, the bloody git.

"Aw, don't be such a spoilsport, Artie! It's not cute at all!"

"Who-Who said I was trying to be cute!"

"Well, you wouldn't look cute if you tried, anyway."

"Shut up!"

"Oh, hey, Al, wanna join my club?"

Alfred took his eyes away from the red-faced Briton, turning to face the grinning Gilbert.

"What club?" he asked, smiling at him.

"The awesome club! We'll be going out to haunted houses and stuff!"

"Woah, really?! That's so cool! Not that ghosts exist or anything," said Alfred, before turning back to Arthur. "Hey, Artie, don't you like those things?"

At that, the blush on Arthur's face deepened. "W-What? I do not!"

"Oh, sure you do! You have those fairy friends and -"

Alfred didn't get to finish his statement for a book started to come flying straight at him. Fortunately, he ducked, Gilbert stepping sideways narrowly avoiding said book as it flew out the open door.

"… Right. I'll be seeing ya!" said Gilbert, putting his head to good use and realizing he shouldn't be sticking around if ever Arthur wanted to throw more things. As the two blonde's bickering continued, he quietly went out the door, until he remembered something and stuck his head back in. "Oh and I'll be expecting you to join my club tomorrow, Mr. President!" And out he went. Now, he just had to convince his little brother, a certain music-loving idiot and a poor unsuspecting victim.

Unfortunately, that plan failed. Ludwig already joined a sports club [he should have figured as much] and the Austrian seemed hell-bent on refusing to join his club. Oh, just he wait. Gilbert was a persistent person and what he wanted, he will get.

a/n:
I'm not entirely sure if it's 'Weillschmidt' or 'Beillschmidt'. The character page on the hetalia comm says Weillschmidt so I went with that ~ Oh and if anyone can explain Noto-sama and the Denmark-look-a-like's personalities and stuff, that would be wonderful [and I'll love you forever]. I only really know that Noto-sama's a pretty epic trap who likes embarrassing guys and DenNor-offspring's a lecher or something like that ;