Same old, same old. You know the dance tune.

I don't own Hetalia.

As I walked to the band room after a long, emotionally stressful day of school, I was lost to the world, listening to Kagayaku Sora No Akagai Ate by Kalafina. It was a very sad song that seemed to not only fit me mood, but also the weather.

I had always prided myself at never having to deal with the drama of boys. Yes, I'm homosexual, but unlike others *CoughFrancisCough*, I'm not open about it. That, I left up to Francis. Now that I'd entered high school, however, Cupid decided that I needed a little romance in my life, and decided to wave his arrows around and make me like the one boy whom he knew would be a hard match for me to win… Alfred F. Jones.

It wasn't as if Alfred was a bad person, quite the opposite. The only problem was that we are already friends, and Alfred is the Golden Boy, while I'm his nerd friend. But Cupid decided, so now I was pining for Alfred whenever I am away from him.

That rainy day was especially strange for me. In band class, in which I have to sit next to Alfred, we had to practice graduation day, so that meant a lot of sitting around doing nothing. I had forgotten to bring along my sketch pad, so Alfred let me draw on the back of his music. See what I mean about how I can't win him, he is just the kindest human being I have ever met, so why would he like me?

Anyways, as I was drawing, I couldn't help but notice that my picture looked AWFULLY familiar. Then it hit me. I was drawing Alfred. ALFRED! My mind was obsessed with him, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I know I must seem like just any other horny teenager going through puberty, but that is not the case.

Trying to hide the picture, I decided to finish it by putting hamburgers and shakes in the background, because I know Alfred loves those ghastly things. Hiding it didn't succeed. Alfred happens to sit next to me, did I mention that, and he is tall. When he found out, he said he loved it, and that he would hang it in his locker. Great, I thought. Now he has another clue telling him I like him. Being me, I told him that he would have Pomp and Circumstance hanging in his locker, and let me tell you that is about the most annoying song in existence. He said he didn't care. Maybe he was hit by Cupid to, I don't know.

Next thing I know, he starts asking what I would do if he just keeled over and died. Why would he ask such a question? I answered him that I would be very sad, go into a state of depression, beat myself up over it, and try to move on, but fail. I also added in that I would have a lot of regrets. I asked him the same. I had wanted to know what he would say, and he said he would at first be really sad, and cry when no one would see him, but then be happy for me because I would be in a better place. God, I don't deserve such a good person.

I told him I could never be such a good person as he was, and he said 'sure you can. I can help you.' Is he mentioning something? I don't know. Then, he started saying that we could have a heart attack any time. I told him that he might, but because I have low blood pressure, I was at a lesser risk than he was. See, that's another reason why I like him. I can talk to him about literally anything.

Just as school ended, I went to my locker, and started packing up. I look up, and there he comes down the hall. He looks towards me, but I don't know if he saw me looking at him. I knew he wouldn't be coming down this way. He never does. He always stops at Yuki's locker, and then heads over to Mrs. Kondrat's room for drama club, him being secretary and all. I got up, put my headphones on, and walk down the hall, the same mood as the rain clouds outside. When I am about halfway down the hall, I see a hand come over my eyes. I stop and freeze. I turn around, and there he is, flashing me one of his smiles.

"I wanted to surprise you," He said. I was bewildered. Why was he over here?

"Well, you did," I replied. We walked down the hall together, talking about absolutely nothing. When the hall branched right, we said our good-bye's and parted to our separate ways. Maybe Cupid hit him with an arrow too, but I really don't know.

OMG, OMG, OMG! Based on real events that happened in my life! Not, just kidding.

I'm itching to write more, but I'm not sure if I want to leave it to the reader to finish. Review to tell me if I should continue, but I might need ideas.

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