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Chapter 1: Roar

Lukas Bondervik's bored eyes swept languidly from left to right; this was a contrast to his best friend Tino whose violet orbs were darting around at 100 miles per second.

"What if they don't like my singing?" He whispered to the taller boy.

"If they don't like your singing then you suck," replied Lukas bluntly, "and since you don't suck they'll like it."

Tino's heart warmed at his friend's kind, if flat, words, "well it's not like you'll have any problems, you've got to be the best violinist in Europe since Roderich Edelstein," he chattered, "who I hear is going to teach us. Can you believe that? Our teacher is the Roderich Edelstein! I can't believe it! I hope he's as good as they say." The blond Fin always talked a lot and really, really fast when he was nervous.

And he was definitely nervous.

He was right to be nervous; the two of them had just been accepted into the world's most prestigious High school for all types of Arts, visual-including creative writing-, music, drama and dance. It was also the world's most prestigious school for sports, technology and science. But seriously, who cared about sports, technology and science? Not Lukas, that was for sure.

Their old teacher, Mr. Beilschmidt (though no-one called him that, everyone called him Germania, Lukas wasn't really sure why) had decided that there was nothing else for him to teach these two prodigies.

He had urged them to apply for World High, commonly called Hetalia High (though, again, Lukas wasn't sure why) so they could be trained to a higher degree than what he could offer.

And apply they had, they'd gotten in too. Tino might sell himself short but he was an absolutely magical singer and a pretty good base guitar player too. And his description of Lukas's skill was spot-on.

Tino glanced around; his sharp eyes took in all of the stylish, modern buildings around them and the students in all of their brightly coloured casual clothes.

He pulled at the hem of his wheat-coloured school vest and loosened his red school tie. He was wearing these along with the school-sanctioned uniform pants, red with wheat-coloured lines criss-crossing them. Lukas was wearing the same but his pants and tie were dark blue.

"Doesn't this school have a uniform policy?" Tino asked, it's what they were wearing.

"Apparently no one cares," Lukas murmured, watching a blond boy in a pink shirt wave to a brunet with green eyes as he ran into the gymnasium marked 'Dance.' The brunet, clutching a pile of notebooks with one arm and a laptop case in his other hand walked slowly into a building with the words 'Creative Writing' in gold on the door.

"Apparently not," Tino agreed, watching a boy with golden-brown hair and a huge curl wave energetically to a tall, muscled blond as he ran into a building marked 'Visual Arts' and the blond walked towards the oval.

Lukas ran a hand through his ash blond hair in frustration, "where the Hell is the music building?!" He hissed.

Tino pointed ahead, "right there silly," he laughed.

Lukas squinted but couldn't make out the words on the door that Tino's sharper eyes were seeing.

The two of them approached the building. There were two blond boys standing by the door. The taller of the two was stoic and scary-looking with short hair that hung down against his head and crystal-blue eyes behind thin lenses. The scary expression on his face made Tino quail with fear and duck slightly behind Lukas as they approached.

The second boy could not have been more different from the first. He had spiky blond hair with a small red and black hat on the side of his head and blue eyes of the same colour as the first boy's. What set him apart from the other boy was the wide, infectious, slightly goofy smile he was wearing. He was quite good looking, Lukas thought, but you couldn't pay him enough to say that out loud.

The two boys were arguing with each other in Danish, Lukas, being Norwegian, understood them well and Tino, being Lukas's best friend, understood almost as well as he did.

"I'm telling you, Headmaster Vargas said the two new students are coming next week," the smaller of the two, the one with the spiky hair was saying.

"They're comin' t'day Mathias. That could be them now," the taller one, the scary one replied, gesturing at Lukas and Tino.

The Norwegian and the Fin approached the two.

"Yo," the spiky haired boy greeted them, "are you two the new music students?"

Lukas nodded wordlessly and Tino, still cowering behind his friend poked his head out and gave a frightened hello.

"Yup, that's us," he squeaked. Normally the blond Fin was cheerful and friendly but that tall guy with the glasses was really creeping the Hell out of him.

Said blond with glasses glanced at him and his eyes widened ever so slightly, Tino squeaked with fear and clung to the back of Lukas's vest, shivering slightly.

The taller Norwegian gave him a blank look, Tino knew the other boy well enough to know that look meant 'what's up with you?' but he didn't answer. He just shook a little bit more.

Holy Martin Luther he's the scariest guy I've ever seen, Tino thought. Instantly he felt bad, the other guy could be really nice, and here he was judging him by his appearance.

This prompted him to move out from behind his poker-faced friend and extend his hand, "I'm Tino Väinämöinen and th-this is my friend Lukas Bondervik. It's n-nice to meet you."

The spiky haired blond seized his hand and shook it enthusiastically, "Mathias Kohler, this is my little brother-"

He stopped when the blond with glasses held out his hand, Mathias honestly hadn't thought his brother would speak to these two any more than absolutely necessary, let alone introduce himself.

"Berwald. Oxenstierna," Mathias's brother said, shaking Tino's hand gently, as though the blond Fin was a sculpture made of glass that might break.

Interesting, they're brothers but they don't have the same last name. Maybe they're half brothers or step-brothers; they don't seem very much alike. Thought Tino, keeping a bright smile fixed on his face, though inwardly he was shaking, oh God he's scary…

Lukas shook hands wordlessly with Berwald, some sort of mutual understanding, though Tino wasn't sure what, passed between the two of them. Then Lukas turned and gave Mathias a cool look for one long second before turning back to Berwald, ignoring the spiky-haired blond.

No way, he's totally singled me out for something. What did I do wrong?! Thought Mathias, this was so not fair.

Beside him Tino winced, oh dear, Lukas is doing it again. He thought sadly.

Lukas was well known for this behaviour back at their old school, Nordic High. Every once in a while the blond would meet someone who he became determined at first glance not to like.

And he never had, Tino admitted mentally, once Lukas decided not to like someone that was it. That person rarely even got acknowledged by the Norwegian. It looked like this Mathias person was really in for it now.

Tino hoped Mathias wasn't a music student; it would be awkward if they had to be near him every day and have Lukas quietly hate him for absolutely no reason. If Mathias was someone they had to work with they might as well go back to Nordic High now. Lukas wasn't going to budge. He never did.

Berwald noticed the rueful look on Tino's face but didn't ask about it. "This way," he said, opening the door for them.

Once they were inside the Swede; Berwald and the Dane; Mathias took the two newcomers to meet their music teacher, famous Austrian pianist and violinist Roderich Edelstein.

The two new blonds discussed their schedules with their new teacher, even though their schooling would mostly revolve around music they did have some other classes.

It turned out –much to Tino's joy- that they would indeed be working with Mathias (who played the drums) and Berwald (guitar). Their music lessons just happened to be on the same slots as the two brothers' music lessons. The four of them would even have to perform together like a real band.

Wonderful, Tino thought, a fake smile plastered on his face, he'd thought it before but now he was certain, they should just go back to Nordic High. Like all the students here, they were here on scholarships, offered to them because of their extraordinary talent and dedication. And like all the students they would be expelled if their results were less than satisfactory.

Looking at Lukas, who was managing to give Mathias, their new teammate, the cold shoulder from across the room, Tino knew their results were going to be less than satisfactory.

While Lukas fiddled with the strings on his violin, Tino was warming up his voice while Roderich Edelstein watched with approval.

The song Tino had picked to sing was 'Roar' by Katy Perry. Roderich knew it took guts for a teenage boy to pick anything by Katy Perry. And singing it well was an accomplishment too.

The young Fin had looked so shy and nervous when he'd first walked into the room, Roderich almost found it hard to believe that the boy standing in front of him was the same one.

Mathias glanced at his younger brother whose gaze was fixed on the bright young Fin. "I think somebody's in lo~ve," he teased.

"I think ya might be right," Berwald mumbled quietly, not taking his gaze off Tino. Mathias nearly had a heart attack, he wasn't sure what was more incredible, his younger brother falling in love at first sight or his younger brother admitting Mathias was right about something.

"Well," he managed finally, "that certainly complicates things." He had no idea.

Across the room Lukas's cool blue gaze met Mathias's bright blue one before the blond Norwegian turned away dismissively. Tino watched and winced.

Oh boy, he thought, here we go.

Hetalia High, Nordic high. I'm just the Queen of imagination, aren't I? Anyway, there's chapter 1. Hope you guys liked it! See you next time.

Bye!