So, my friend is Italian, I'm German…a lot of irony going on there…This fic relates to some of the things I was going through earlier in the school year, so obviously a lot of drama's going to be going on in this thing.

Summary: Ludwig is a transfer student at Hetalia High School, and finds himself slowly falling in love with Feliciano. But, he just can't admit it to the rest of the world, even when Gilbert taunts him about it constantly. And with Feliciano blabbing on constantly about his old friend, Holy Roman Empire, it just makes the situation 10 times worse. Especially when that little Italian is annoying you to the point when you just can't take it anymore.

This is my first Hetalia fic that I've actually put on FanFiction, all the others are still in progress. Takes place in high school. Contains fluffy GerIta fluffiness, mild angst (In the later chapters.), and a whole lot of denial! Enjoy and R&R!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia

The only thing worse about the horrors of being taunted constantly by the people around mefrom being a transfer student my junior year in high school was staring into the dark pools of Feliciano's sweet amber eyes.

Melting; falling into gorgeous bliss of bittersweet chocolate as it slowly dissolved my stone heart into a pile of useless goo. And that smile…that beautiful smile that he always seemed to show; it could light up even the darkest room if it wanted to! That's just how he was.

I never meant for any of it to ever happen, it just kind of happened on its own. But that year I found myself slowly falling more and more for the little Italian each and every day I had to put up with him. Sure, he was obviously a pain, clinging to me like a leech and relying on me for everything; not to mention the annoyance of him I had to deal with, but even with that, it was almost as if I found it all…attractive?

I couldn't put my finger on the word at the moment, but all I knew was I was slowly falling deeper and deeper into his little trap. Being the tough German I am, it wasn't like me to have many feelings for anyone, especially not another male. That was why the reason was such a big problem.

It wasn't like it was his fault or anything, but every day, I inched towards the bottom of that cruel abyss, and faced the pains of falling deeper and deeper in love. And with hard denial, it had finally occurred to me that that one true love had been in front of me the entire time.

A crisp gust of wind brushed against my face as I stood out in the open parking lot of Hetalia High School. It was that time of the year again: August, the time where all of us are forced to return back to that torture teachers call "school".

And to make the situation even worse, my brother, Gilbert, and I had recently transferred from Europe to the US, and things had already started rocky. With an accent as thick as mine, it was difficult not to get teased every once in a while; not to mention the constant nicknames people threw at me like "Hitler" and "Nazi".

I took in the brisk morning air, letting it dance across my body and cool of my warm face. I slowly shut my eyes, letting a small second of peace and tranquility pass through the moment. Everything seemed so serene, with evergreen trees blowing rhythmically with the wind, and the bright colors of pink, orange, and purple splashing against the horizon. It seemed almost…perfect.

That is, until I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder shoot my body stiff. I spun around, only to see a cheerful auburn-haired boy looking straight at my. Seeing the deep hidden in my eyes, his chocolate orbs immediately grew frightened. Looking at my dense expression, he become suddenly timd.

"Oh I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that." He said sheepishly, fiddling with his thumbs, a single tear developing in his left eye. Is Italian accent was thick, and I figured that was what he was: Italian.

I waved my hand. "No, no, you're perfectly alright." I said casually, feeling the slightest bit of sympathy for the boy. He was slightly short than me, and just by seeing his sensitivity, I figured he had to be a freshman trying to make friends.

The teen's dark eyes immediately began to lighten up, as a bright smile plastered across his face.

He took my hand, shaking it violently. "Perfecto! I'm Feliciano Vargas, and I'm a junior here at Hetalia High! I've never seen you before, are you new?" He asked me, his oddly high-pitched voice going even higher.

Suddenly, I didn't know why, but it felt as if my face had slowly began to heat up. I most certainly felt something warm contrast with the cool breeze, but I figured it was all just in my head. Or maybe I was possibly just nervous. There was no possible way I could be blushing at him, right? I was Ludwig, and Ludwig's don't blush, especially not someone as burly as I was.

I cleared my throat. "I'm Ludwig; I've just moved here from Germany with my brother. I'm a junior, as well."

Feliciano let out a small ve~, and began to bounce in place, gripping onto my hands. "That's wonderful; I can show you around the school!" He exclaimed, eyes glistening in the sunlight.

I released his hands, putting my hand behind my back. I shifted my eyes toward the ground, away from his sparkling chocolate orbs.

"I-I don't know, I bet I could find my way around the school with no trouble." I said, trying my best not to stutter.

"Ve~, but I want to show you around the school, Ludwig! I want to get to know you better!" The Italian insisted, grabbing hold of my hand once more. He pulled across the parking lot, leading me into the unfamiliar school.

My face began to grow flushed, watching him as he flashed that bubbly smile, fluttering his eyelashes over those pretty brown eyes. He giggled like a little schoolgirl as he ran; letting out small ve~'s occasionally. My heart beat increased rapidly in my chest, pounding against it vigorously like a drum. It felt as if my stomach had twisted into a giant knot, sending a wave of nausea through my body.

Wait, what was I saying? It's not like I actually had feelings for Feliciano! We had just met, and I most certainly would not love another male! Absolutely not!

I pressed my free hand against my face, feeling the dusted pink as it spread across my face. Why was I blushing? It was so rare for me to ever feel this way, and I had no idea why it was effecting my like this.

Trying to find my words caught in the back of my throat, I finally stuttered out a question to him. "W-Why did you even c-come up to my in the f-first place?" I asked, mentally facepalming at the thought of my clumsiness.

Feliciano turned to me, his bewildered expression immediately turning bubbly. "Oh, well I just wanted to say that I think you have very pretty eyes!" He admitted, light pink tinting the tip of his nose and ears.

As he turned back around, I couldn't tell or not if he had seen the crimson stained onto my face crank up a hundred shades darker, or feel as my heart-of-stone slowly began to grow wings and flutter inside my chest.

I didn't realize it at first, but Germany is really OOC in this chapter. Sorry 'bout that, I'm just really used to writing USUK stuff. Sorry if this chapter is really short and stuff, normally the first chapter is always the shortest. I promise the other chapters will be longer. Hopefully I'll be able to get out chapter 2 soon, but I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to do any writing. Until then, enjoy the rest of your lives!