Hello people of the Internet! So this is my first PruAus fic! :D Yay! Sorry, it's midnight and I'm all hopped up on life so I'm a little crazy right now. XD

ANYWAY! Onto the fic! Nothin bad in this chapter, it'll get slightly worse in later chapters, but notin too hard core so enjoy everyone. And remember, I don'hetalia hetalia or its characters! XP

Mein gott, when will this end? is what Gilbert Beilachmidt thought to himself as he stared blankly at the teacher.

He rested his head on the palm of his hand as he 'listened' to his teacher ramble on and on. History wasn't always his favorite subject. He didn't know why but he felt like the class somehow cheated him out. It didn't really make any sense, but it did stop the boy from not enjoying the class. As of now the teacher was just rambling, and it was quite boring. He knew he should've skipped class. He'd have to skip next period.

Gilbert was always one of the slackers in school, and the faculty were too lazy and not into their job to stop the white haired teens constant outbursts. He would disrupt class on a daily basis, and ditch school all together just as much.

He supposed one of the reasons why he didn't try was because he was compared to his 'bruder' too often for his liking. It would make sense if it was his older brother he was compared to, but he didn't have an older sibling. He was compared to his baby brother: Ludwig. He was good at sports, had good grades, didn't look too bad either. It wasn't that Gilbert was no good at sports or wasn't good looking (he was way too awesome to be ugly) it was his grades that he was always being nagged about. Anytime a teacher or student compared Gilbert to Ludwig, lets just say it don't end well.

A grueling ten minutes later, the bell rang signing the class was over. Doing a little dance in his head, Gilbert left the classroom ignoring his teacher's cry about their homework. It's not like he was going to actually do it anyway.

Gilbert walked the halls with his school binder under his arm and other hand in his pocket. He strut down the halls walking over to his usual hang out between classes. He and all his friends would gather under the second floor staircase to talk, goof around, and plot.

Even though other people gathered under the staircase, Gilbert mostly hung around his two best friends: Francis and Antonio. Francis was a French exchange student with long, wavy, blond hair. He had a little stubble under his chin and bright blue eyes. He was easily one of the biggest flirts in school and would flirt with just about anyone. Antonio was a Spanish student who had nice tan skin, some shaggy brown hair, and gleaming green eyes. He was one of the schools soccer stars and was a stranger to no one.

The two were a well known group through out the school with Gilbert as their 'leader'. He never declared himself as so but everyone else did. He didn't complain because the leader title just boosted his awesome ego more.

Gilbert rounded the corner and found himself at the second floor staircase. He peered his head behind it and found Antonio and Francis already there. The two were engrossed in a deep conversation and didn't hear him quite yet.

Oh, that wouldn't do.

Gilbert then snuck up behind the two listening in on their conversation. The two were facing the opposite direction so their backs were toward the albino. Antonio rested his elbow on his leg and head on his hand as he said to Francis with his Spanish accent, "I mean, I like him a lot but don't know how to tell him with out him calling me a 'bastardo' and whacking me on top of my head."

Gilbert smiled and laughed his signature laugh making the two jump and whip their heads in his direction, "Kesesesesese! I say you just go right up to 'em and tell 'em how awesome you are! They wouldn't dare say no!"

"It's odd to say," Francis started with that thick French accent in play, "but I think Gilbert's right."

"Hell yeah I am!" Gilbert bellowed. His voice was usually louder than a blow horn, but on top of his German accent hit made him seem twice as loud.

"You should just tell them how you feel. Pour your heart and soul out in a symphony of words. Refuse to take no for an answer, for if your too late you might miss your chance," Francis mused.

"Anyway!" Gilbert said before anyone else could talk. "I was going to skip next period, anyone want in?"

"I was just going to ask my Little Tomato out, just like you told me I should," Antonio laughed.

"Oh," Gilbert muttered regretting what he told the Spaniard. He then turned his attention to Francis who failed to give his answer yet, "How 'bout you Francey-pants?"

Francis gave a sad smile and said, "Sorry Gil, I've got this huge test that I can't afford to miss." The way he said that made Gilbert think Francis didn't want to go with him for another reason, but he didn't pry.

Gilbert scowled, "Buzz kills!"

Then the warning bell echoed through the halls signaling they only had a minute to get to their classes on time. The two waved Gilbert away as the red eyed teen sat there alone. When the alarm went off showing class has started, Gilbert got up from the ledge that was under the staircase and began to wonder the halls.

He's explored almost the entire school, with the exception of a few places that were locked off and the places he wouldn't be caught dead in. Gilbert walked down the halls with no one around to question him, and if someone did walk by they never gave him a second glance.

Knowing all the ins and outs of most of the school, Gilbert decided to wonder around unfamiliar territories. Instead of turning into the hallway leading to the gym, a left, he turned to an unfamiliar hallway, the right. The hall looked identical to the one right across it with a few differences here and there like the fact that the gym was on the other side, whereas here there was . . . ah. . . What was here again?

Gilbert turned a corner leading into a more narrow hallway filled with small empty rooms.

What the hell?. . . Gilbert thought. He was now completely lost. Why did this place have so many tiny rooms? It made no sense to him!

He continued walking when he heard the faint sound of a violin. It seemed to be playing some music that was hard to make out from where Gilbert was standing. Being a little curious, he fallowed the sound. It was sweet and soothing to listen to. It was nothing he would normally listen to, but because the music was so different the Prussian was drawn toward it.

When he found the source of the music, it lead to one of the small rooms he saw before, but instead of it being empty a person occupied the room. The person's back was facing the small window on the door so Gilbert couldn't tell who was making that weird music. The person had luscious brown hair and a violin that rested in between the person's shoulder and chin. Those where the only things Gilbert could distinctively make out at the moment. Then something clicked in his mind. The person was holding a violin/playing the violin. There was no mistaking he was in the band hallway.

Gilbert sighed irritatedly. Well this blows! he thought, Like hell I'm staying in the band area. This place is for nerds and unawesome people. I should get out of here before their unawesomeness rubs off on me.

Gilbert turned his heel and began to walk away from the room, but he stopped when he heard the violinist change tempo. The players once soothing piece turned into the speedy song filled with different dynamics and full of energy. The song was so different than the song before it drew Gilbert in like a magnet.

The pale boy walked back to the door and looked into the window again to get a better look at the player. The person had a very curvy figure, so he assumed the player was female. He also noticed her hair; it was short but styled in many layers with a stray strand sticking out of the front of her head. It was actually kind of cute. Her cloths hugged her in all the right ways but her style was more toward the formal side. With every note she played she swayed to her own music. Her bow dipped up and down, to and fro. It was beautiful, even though Gilbert would never admit it. This girl was talented for sure.

Even though Gilbert couldn't see her face he could tell she was beautiful just like the music she played. Her tall and lean body looked amazing all on its own. The Prussian couldn't wait to see her face.

Wait. What did he just think?

He shook his head,There's no way I'm falling for a band geek! he thought, I don't even know her name for Christ's sake!

Even though he thought that, he didn't listen to himself. The more he listened and watched this mystery girl, the more interested he was in really meeting her. He thought of different ways he would talk to her, or different ways her personality could be. The possibilities were endless.

He was watching the girl and thinking about her for so long he didn't realize she stopped playing until he noticed she started packing up her violin. Confused, Gilbert checked his phone for the time to find out it was four minutes until the bell rang once again.

Oh, how time flys. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and quickly made up his mind to leave for now and come back and talk to the violinist later. He figured he wouldn't really know what to say to her and end up babbling like someone who wasn't as awesome.

Gilbert then started to make his way back to his usual spot under the staircase. As he walked with his hands in his pockets, Gilbert let his mind wonder about that girl. It was weird because anytime he tried to push her out of his mind she would somehow make her way back into it. The way she played and how she looked was all Gilbert could think about as he walked toward his little hang out.

When he got there, there was mere seconds until the bell rang. He made up his mind during his walk over. Tomorrow he would walk into the weird little room in the band hallway and talk to that damn mystery girl weather she liked it or not!

So first chapter done, see you all made it through XD Like I said before, it's really late over here and if I made any mistakes or you ahath have improvements and such please don't hesitate to tell me and you don't need to sugar coat it either ^^

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