Hello! Newcomer author here!
Well, this is my first Hetalia songfic. Maybe some of you would recognize this story, since this was also published on Wattpad. But, no worries. As you may notice, my username is the same as the publisher of this story on Wattpad, and that means we're the same person. Not sure enough? Go ask some questions, I won't be angry :)

Enough with the rant, time for some explanations! Words written in italics means the lines are written on something. Words written in bold means it's just me breaking the fourth wall with my weird thoughts ^^" And, words written in italic-bold means it's the lyrics of the song or the English translation of the lyrics (if it's using other language besides English).

Let's continue to the story, shall we?~

Song: Yowamushi Montblanc - DECO*27 ft. GUMI
Pairing: FrUK
All Humans, Teenager! Characters, Gakuen Hetalia universe. I'll describe the ages of each characters later.

"Ugh, I'm bored with scones!" I throw myself on my bed as my five friends stare at me with shocked expression.

"What happened to you, dude?" Alfred asks. "You always like them, so why are you bored with it?"

"I don't know," I moan as I lay and stare at the ceiling. "It's just I'm bored with it. I don't want it!"

"Arthur, please tell me you're just joking," his twin brother Matthew whispers while trembling.

"Aiyaaa, he's not his usual self, aru!" Yao says in fear. "His true love is scone, it will always be like that, aru yo! What happened to him, aru!?" (Forgive me, I'm laughing way too hard because he said too many 'aru' X'D yeah, I know it might sounds like a weaboo but I somehow think it's funny)

"Maybe he's Oliver in disguise," Ivan says as he chuckle, dark aura surrounds his body. "Become one with the world of the deads, da?"

"Shut up, Wang, my true love is not some food. No, Matthew, I'm not joking. And no Ivan, I'm not that annoying cupcake loving guy."

"I see...he's acting childish for getting some attention, isn't he?" Francis says while laughing.

"I-I'm not, you frog!" I say as I try to look anywhere but his face. Damn, of all times why do I have to stutter now!?

"Okay then, I'll make you something else next time I cook for you. For now, just take the scones, okay?" Francis says while putting a plate of scones that he made on my nightstand. He smiles sweetly at me and tells my friends to leave me alone in my room.

I don't know why but my cheek burns and my heart starts to beat fast. It always happened everytime Francis smiles at me. Sure, we would fight over the smallest problems, but I just can't help but having this strange butterflies feeling inside my stomach everytime he's becoming nice.

Oh God, I wonder what's happening to me...

It's been three months and Francis finally got a girlfriend. Her name's Felicity and she's also French. I admit she's beautiful: her long blonde hair that she always put in French braid, her ultramarine colored eyes, her soft giggles. She's like a calm, less flirtacious, female version of Francis.

No, I don't like her. I know French girls are somehow always pretty, but I have to admit I kinda feel sad. Since they're dating, Francis had started to change. He's becoming too...obsessed with Felicity. He'd cancel all his plans for the day only for Felicity. He even ignored his closest friends, Antonio and Gilbert. All of his friends feel sad of his sudden change of attitude, but not as sad as me. He changes a lot, it makes me starts to forget who he was before. It's like all my memories of him fades right away in front of my eyes. Sometimes I spent an hour or two in the night, staying awake just to try to remember the Francis I knew before.

"Dude, you're really in love with him, huh?" Alfred sighs as he and my other friends gather in my room. Me, Alfred, Francis, Yao, Ivan, and Matthew shares the same dorm room, which is kinda like an apartment. The only one who isn't there is, of course, Francis.

"I guess so..."

"Arthur, turn around," Yao says with a serious face. I frown as I turn around and try to guess what's behind me. Suddenly, I feel a painful sting on my back neck.

"OUCH!" I turn around again and finding Yao holding a long needle with a confused face.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?"

"I was trying a technique from my country!" he says panicly. "They say if you prick a needle through a certain point in your back neck you can forget your latest painful memories, aru!"

(WARNING: Do not try this technique wherever you are. I repeat, DO NOT try it. I just made it up, you know X'D)

"BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT ALL OF A SUDDEN, IDIOT!"

"Hey, hey, settle down, guys. Or should I settle you down forever?" Ivan says with his threatening dark purple aura, and I swear I can hear him muttering his famous 'kolkolkol' curse-slash-laugh.

"Is the reason you can't forget him is because you actually don't want to?" Matthew asks slowly. Everyone was suddenly silenced by his question, then they all look at me, waiting for me to answer. I sigh as I lay my back on my bed, then spread my arms and stare at the ceiling in silence.

"Arthur? What's wrong?" Matthew asks me with trembling voice. "I'm sorry for asking that! You don't have to answer it if you don't want to! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" (Okay, I think he's becoming a lot like Sakurai Ryou now...)

"No, no, it's fine," I say, still keeping my eyes on the ceiling. "It's just, I feel something bad will happen if I forget him. It's like...if I can just forget about it, it will disappear my own reflection."

All my friends just look at each other's worried faces. I think about what I just said. Yes, I can forget him easily if I want to. I can stay friends with him and forget my feelings for him if I want to.

But, what if I don't want to?

Later that night, I wake up only to find that it's still 2.37 in the morning. I'm not feeling like going back to sleep, so I walk from my bed to the bookcase. I search among the titles of the books and found nothing interesting, when suddenly I see an old, folded piece of paper in the middle of two dictionaries.

I take it and unfold it, making another smaller piece of paper fell from it. I pick it up to see a picture of two little boys wrapping each other's backs, their other arms holding a piece of paper and showing it to the camera. Their smiles are so wide their face could've torn apart. Then I realize the two boys in the picture are me and Francis in our childhood days. We were just the same as we are now: we'd fight over almost everything, but we were never be able to stay mad at each other.

I look at the paper in the picture. There was a large 'CONTRACT' written on it. I look at the unfolded paper on my other hand and realize it's the paper from the photo. The paper is old, judging from the color. There is a large 'CONTRACT' written on the top of the page, followed by a nice, small writings belonged to Francis. I always admired his handwritings since we werekids, how his writings were so nice for a 8-years-old while my handwritings werejust horrible. I read the small writings slowly.

By signing our names on this contract, we will:

- Never stay mad at each other over 2 day

- Never fight over a girl, because it's the most usual problem that breaks friendships. If we both love her, we'll just forget about her and move on.

- Never forget about each other no matter how many new friends we have or how busy we are.

- Never leaving each other behind and always helping each other

- Never break our friendship, no matter how long time has passed

Signed on July 15th, 2006

By Francis Bonnefoy and Arthur Kirkland

I can feel warm tears flowing down my face. I just remember about our stupid childish contract, which we made because of Francis' idea after we watched a movie about WWII and the signs and deals made to end it.

"Stupid contract...stupid memories...stupid Francis and his ideas..." I mutter while chuckling sadly.

"Ah, what a beautiful memory."

I freeze as I hear the voice in my head chuckles evilly. He said his first words when I was 7, and I named him Oliver back then. I didn't change it now that I've met the person with the same name in my school, since the real Oliver is just as annoying as the Oliver in my head.

"Shut up, Oliver. You're not helping at all."

"Oh, you're trying to shut me up? No, you can't, Sweetie Artie. You can't even control your feelings to your Francis, you won't be able to control me~"

"Please stay silent..."

"No, I won't! See, this is your problem: you can't express your feelings and that makes you miserable. You always tell yourself to stay silent and lock your feelings deep inside your heart, and now your crush is already with someone. You're all alone now."

"No! Please stop!"

"Oh, I won't, love. I won't stop until you go tell Francis about your feelings. He's your bestfriend, for scones' sake. Who knows, maybe he likes you too! He'll accept your feelings and he'll break up with Felicity so he can be with you!"

"No, I didn't think he'll do it..."

"If you think he won't do it, then forget him! Forget all your feelings and move on! He's with someone, so you should search for someone too! Face it, you better confess or move on. Simple isn't it?"

"No, it's not that simple..."

"Why?"

"Because..." I lost my words right here. I have the explanations but I just don't know how to say it. I can't help but to start crying again. This pressure is just too big for me to handle.

"Because what, Arthur!?" Oliver shouts in my head. "What!?"

"Because I'm not strong enough to do both of them."

For this time, Oliver stays silent. I don't know if the voice in your mind can be surprised, but I think it's the only explanation.

"We're still bond with this contract," I say while looking at the old paper in my hand. "It says, 'never break our friendship', and both of the choices will surely break our friendship."

"I can't hope for Francis and Felicity to break up, because I know it couldn't be true. I also can't forget about him, because..."

"...I'm afraid I will fall for him once again."

Only 2,000+ words!? Wow, for my standard, that was pretty short. And I've never thought writing here would be harder than in Wattpad...

So...ages, huh? I'll just write them like this...

Arthur, 16. Francis, 17. Alfred, 15. Matthew, 15. Ivan, 16. Yao, 17.

Done XD

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