Yay~! Here's my fanfiction~!

Do not read if you are just going to flame me for turning Spain feminine D: This was based off of an RP where Spain got turned feminine because he ate a magic tomato. I hope that people do read it though... ENJOY! I WOULD LOVE SOME REVIEWS!


A teenage girl awoke. She yawned as she sat up.

"Just great…another day in this hell hole of a boarding school," she muttered to herself. She stood up. Her flowing chocolate colored hair was delicately placed in a ponytail, with her bangs still flowing loosely. She put on a light gray dress shirt, placing a navy blue blazer over it. She put on a maroon skirt, light red tights, and brown boots. Finally, she tied a maroon ribbon around her neck and looked in the mirror.

"This uniform looks gaudier and gaudier every time I look at it…" the girl mumbled. There was really no point in waking up. None of the teachers were even awake at all.

She left the dorm with a sigh. None of the students were probably up besides her. They never were. The whole academy seemed more like a hotel. Everyone was caught in slumber, rendering her lonesome. She always seemed to be lonely. Her self-esteem wasn't very high either. After all, who would have a high self-esteem after coming out of an abusive relationship like she had?

"I might as well walk around…maybe someone is awake…" the girl muttered to herself, walking off. She walked down the hall, that of which was all girls' dorms. She felt her feet stop when she was in front of a balcony.

"Maybe I should have jumped that day…while I had the chance…before they stopped me…" she mumbled, remembering a previous event that happened there. She continued walking, passing the infirmary. This left her in front of the boys' dorms.

"Antonia~! I see you're awake," a voice stated from behind. Turning around, she recognized who it was.

"Good morning, Heracles. How are you?" she asked the boy. He uttered a yawn.

"Tired….then again, I'm always tired. I see you're doing well…that is, after what happened the other day between you and Lovino," he muttered.

"Y-yeah…I realize that he just wasn't the one for me, you know? Besides…there's someone else that my heart has chosen…and this time, the feeling's real," Antonia stated, her lips curling into a smile. It always made her happy when she thought of the man she liked.

"Who's this person?" Heracles asked.

"Um…well…that's a s-secret right now…" she replied, blushing. She didn't quite want to admit that she had fallen for her best friend. It was embarrassing, and she feared that Heracles would laugh if she admitted it. It's crazy to fall in love with someone that you grew up with, after all.

"You can tell me…I won't judge you…" he muttered. Antonia looked up. She knew he was in no position to judge her. Heracles was in a relationship with the school secretary after all. That's more embarrassing than falling for your best friend.

"Well…after all these years, I finally realize that the person I love is Gilbert…"she muttered. Heracles gave her a shocked look.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt? As in that albino you're friends with?" he asked. Antonia nodded, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

"There's just something about him. He always makes me smile. I know that he's kind of stupid sometimes, but that's what I love about him," she stated. Heracles smiled at her.

"You know, maybe there's a chance that he likes you," he said.

"I doubt it. There are so many girls here that are prettier than me. Anyway, if he does like me, he'll never admit it. Gilbert's never exactly been one for relationships or anything."

"Antonia…I think you're wrong…you never know unless you try. You should tell him how you feel," Heracles advised. She shook her head.

"No…not yet at least. I know better than to just charge into this. Thanks for the advice, though" the girl stated.

A boy was walking through the halls. He had platinum blonde, almost white hair. His eyes were violet-red, almost ruby. Whichever way you look at it, he was always called an albino. If it weren't for the fact that he always carried a gun with him, people would make fun of him for it. He was also feared because he was a German. Both he and his brother, Ludwig, were very strong Germans.

The German boy was walking around. Like usual, he was overwhelmed with loneliness. He liked to claim that he had friends, but the truth was that he didn't. Well, he had two good friends. There was Francis Bonnefoy, his perverted friend that usually tried to get under their other friend's pants.

That other friend was Antonia Fernandez. She was a Spanish beauty. Every time he saw her, she was a huge ball of sunshine. That is, until she got together with Lovino Vargas.

That Italian boy had caused her such a depression. The German boy had witnessed his best friend attempt suicide so many times because of the Italian. He still remembered the first time when she slit her wrists. Then there was the time on the balcony. He was so lucky that his brother had been able to stop her in time.

"West…if there was ever a time I had to thank you, it would have definitely been that time" the German said to himself. He knew that Antonia was never truly happy with the abusive Italian. It pained him to watch her try time and time again to please the jerk.

"But still…what are these feelings? Whenever I think of Antonia, why do I feel this way?" she German muttered to himself, pulling out his cell phone. Searching through the contacts, he found who he needed to talk to. He pressed the call button. After a few rings, he heard a voice pick up on the other line.

"Bonjour, Gilbert! Comment ça va?" a voice answered on the other line.

"Hallo, Francis. I'm doing well," the German replied.

"Is there something you needed, mon ami?" Francis asked.

"Ja…could you meet me at mein dorm?"

"Oui~! I'll be right there~! Adieu," he replied, hanging up. Gilbert put his phone away and walked back to his dorm. If there was anyone who could help him understand his feelings, it was Francis. Being from the Country of Romance, it was obvious that Francis could help him.

Gilbert found himself in front of his dorm. As he opened the door, he found someone sitting on his bed. It was a man, about the same age as himself. He long, wavy blonde hair and sapphire eyes. There was a little bit of stubble on his chin, and Gilbert could smell wine coming off of him.

"Oi Francis, that was faster than I expected," Gilbert stated, walking in and sitting next to the French man.

"So Gilbert…what did you need?" Francis asked. Gilbert uttered a sigh.

"Well…lately I've been having this weird feeling around Antonia," he answered.

"Like…how is it weird?"

"I get this weird sensation in my stomach…it's a nervous feeling, really. Also, my heart seems to beat faster. It's hard to explain. Just believe me that it's weird," Gilbert finished, looking up at his friend. Francis had a grin across his face, for he knew very well what it was that his friend had been feeling.

"Mon ami, I can't believe you haven't realized it by now! I think you're in love with her," Francis yelled. However, his joy turned to fear, for the Frenchman had his own feelings for her.

"You love Antonia? B-but I…! I'm supposed to be the one that winds up with her!" Francis whined.

"Oi, oi, I never said that I love her. Your analysis must be wrong, Francis. There's no way I could fall for her," Gilbert replied. However, he knew that it was a great possibility. It would explain why it frustrated him to hear Francis go on about his love for her. However, Gilbert wasn't entirely certain how he felt. Even if he did love her, there was no way she would feel the same way. Why would anyone love him? He was usually rude and obnoxious. Sometimes he even annoyed himself.

"Mon ami, you should stop lying to yourself. You must have some feelings for her," Francis said, breaking the German's thoughts.

"I don't love her. The idea is just so ridiculous. And we both know you only want her body," Gilbert replied.

"I smell denial, mon ami…and as for my feelings for her-okay maybe you're right about that…" Francis trailed off. Gilbert snorted in disgust.

"You better not do anything to her! If I hear about it, I'll make sure you regret it! Trying to do anything like that to her is just playing dirty and it's cheating. We both know that she can't read the atmosphere to save her life!" he shouted at his friend.

"Mon ami, just that little speech there proved that you do have feelings for her. Who are you really trying to convince about your feelings? Me? Or yourself?" Francis asked.

"Get out of my room…we'll continue this discussion another time…" Gilbert commanded. He watched his friend leave. As soon as he was out of the room, the German collapsed onto his bed. He buried his face into a pillow. There was no way he had feelings for Antonia. There couldn't be a way. Gilbert had shut off the part of himself that allowed him to fall in love. There was just no way it could be possible.

"I can't fall in love…it's not worth the pain it'll bring in the end," he muttered to himself. Gilbert was well aware of the possibility, though. However, he was not ready to admit it to himself yet. He would never be ready to admit something like that to himself. But still…what if Francis had been right? What if Gilbert had actually fallen in love with Antonia?