I lied in bed wondering if it was worth it to get up. Of course it was, I had to go. But still... he might be there. I closed my eyes and sighed. I didn't want to see him. I didn't even want to think about him. But there I was, lieing in bed thinking about those bright green eyes..

Damn it. I would not start his day like that. After several minutes of pulling at my hair, I got up and walked downstairs. It was fairly quiet in the house, which was unusual for my loud Italian family. I walked to the kitchen and looked at the digital clock on the stove. 5:35. Oh. So that's why the house was so empty. Everyone was goddamn sleeping!

I threw up my hands and opened the fridge. The tomatoes caught my eye and I grabbed one. I bit into it and damn that tasted good. I walked towards the many cupboards in the room, took out a pan and walked towards the stove. I popped the last of the tomato in my mouth as I took out two eggs from the fridge and started scrambling them. I woke up early enough, I might as well make some breakfast. Even if eggs aren't my favorite.

I turned on the stove and set the pan on it, dug out some butter from the fridge and cut a small piece onto the pan. I poured the scrambled eggs into the pan and waited for them to cook. It's pretty child-ish, but I only like my eggs scrambled. I honestly can't stand the taste of the yolk on a sunny side up. As I finished making my eggs, my little brother, Romeo, came running into the kitchen. I scooped my eggs onto a plate and looked at the clock. 5:50.

"Damn it Romeo, what are you doing out of bed? It's not even 6 yet." Romeo stopped, his hand resting on the fridge handle.

"Uh...couldn't sleep." I sighed. This kid never sleeps.

"You knew it was a school night-and the first day too-but you still didn't sleep. Why?" I questioned. Romeo just looked into the fridge. I got up from leaning against the counter and walked towards the fridge. I quickly closed the door and rounded on my brother. "You know you're not allowed to stand with the door open; you'll let out all the cold, idiota." I walked back to the counter and ate my breakfast. Several minutes passed in silence while Romeo made a small sandwich. I was washing my plate when Romeo finally spoke.

"Lo, why don't you want to go back to school. You came here before right? Don't you want to see your friends? You miss them right?" I sighed and rubbed my eyes andI put my elbows on the edge of the sink. Man did he have a lot of questions.

"Yes Ro, I did come to this school. Yes I did have friends, and yes I...missed them," I said begrudgingly. "But there's this one Spanish bastard I was hoping to never see again. Ever."

"But-"

"You're only 6, Romeo, you wouldn't get it!" I growled and stomped out of the kitchen. It was passed 6 and mom and dad would be awake soon. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, so I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I closed the door and walked to my desk. Resting on it was a picture taken about six years ago. I didn't know why I kept the picture, I just...did.

Gilbert, Francis, Kiku, Alfred, Arthur, Matheu,

Elizebeta, Roderich, Ludwig, Feliciano, Yao, Ivan, Antonio

Antonio...I rolled my eyes and put the picture down. I was not going to get nostalgic. I walked over to my bed, flopped down, and stared at the ceiling counting the little lines on it. Damn, I wished I could get to sleep. But I couldn't,and my thoughts wandered to the day:

It was my first day back at Hetalia in six years. I moved when I was in fifth grade, jsut finishing up with Hetalia Elementary School (HES). We moved to Pennsylvania and stayed until my mom got a weird job offer and moved back to Italy. Back to my friends. Back to him... The only two people who knew we were back were the potato bastards, Ludwig and Gilbert. They only knew because Feliciano completely freaked out when he saw Ludwig. I didn't know how he knew it was Ludwig, since he grew to be Goliath's son. The only things that didn't change were his hair (still slicked back and golden) and his piercing blue eyes. Gilbert hadn't changed a bit though. He was still the little albino red eyed kid. Of course I had refused to talk to them. I wasn't going to show I cared. Which I didn't. So I stood in the sidelines, my arms crossed, and gave the three of them death stares. After several minutes of Feliciano hugging the shit out of Ludwig, Gilbert said they had to leave, and they would catch up on Monday. And of course, Feli could sit still for one. Fucking. Minute.

I rolled on my side and closed my eyes. I thought about all the different ways the day could go. None of them had Antonio in it. I was trying very hard not to think about the Spaniard, which was going well until my brain decided to think about it. How Antonio looked at me, tears streaming down his face, the blood on his hands...

KNOCK

I started.

"Frate~llo!" I sighed. That damn voice.

"What do you want?" I yelled.

"It's almost 8:20!" Feliciano yelled just as loud. I froze. Dammit. God fucking dammit! I jumped out of bed and ran to my dresser. I had only ten minutes to get to school. I rummaged until I finally found my uniform: Blue and white plaid pants, white button up shirt, tan vest-thingy, and mt blue school jacket with the little highschool logo on the side chest pocket...thing. I got dressed and brushed my teeth in record time. I ran downstairs and grabbed my bag.

"FELICIANO!" I yelled. "WHY DIDN'T YOU YOU WAKE ME UP FUCKING SOONER BASTARDO?!"

"Lovino Romano Vargas! Language!" my mother scolded. I grabbed my brother's jacket sleeve and pulled him to the front door. We both said bye in unison and quickly left the house. As soon as I knew mom couldn't hear me, I rounded on Feliciano again.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I'm sorry fratello! I thought you were getting ready."

"For two fucking hours?" Feli made an incomprehensible sound and looked at his shoes. I sighed and walked faster, grabbing onto Feli's sleeve again to keep him from falling behind. Which happens frequently, along with his shoe coming untied, like that very second. I felt a tug on my fingers signaling that Feli has stopped walking. I looked behind me and saw him on one knee desperately trying to tie his shoe.

"Dammit Feliciano!" I yelled. He squealed.

"I'm sorry! My shoe was untied and it was bothering me and-"

"Just shut up." Feliciano was on the verge of tears and I didn't want that. It was the first day of school god dammit. I wasn't that cruel. I knelt down and tied my brother's shoes and quickly pulled him up and checked my watch. 8:35. Class started five minutes ago! I flat out ran, my brother following. Finally the school came into view. I slowed down, my breaths coming in short rasps, along with Feli's slightly longer breaths. I stepped up to the wide double front doors and pulled them open.

"It's about time," a very familiar voice said at our left. I spun and saw very familiar blonde hair.

"Great, the wine bastard...is picking us up," I growled in between breaths. Feli's eyes went wide.

"It's like you never left." Francis replied. I just huffed out and followed Francis down the hall. "I didn't know you were coming back until Gilbert called yesterday. Naturally, I told everyone, so no introduction needed." We walked in silence after that. Feliciano bounced the whole time, obviously excited to see Ludwig. I rolled my eyes.

Feliciano was a sophomore, so he broke off at his homeroom, rattling off a quick bye before making a beeline to the potato. I followed Francis in silence, mentally preparing myself to meet the class. It wasn't as easy as it looked. Sooner than I would've liked, we stopped in front of a door. A plaque on it read 'Mrs. D'Anna.' My eyes went wide. Mrs. D'Anna, my teacher since pre-school. Why is she teaching Juniors? Francis looked at me and chuckled and opened the door. He walked in leaving me standing just outside, taking deep breaths. Inside that classroom was most of my friends...and possibly him. I Squeezed my eyes shut and took one last breath, taking a step along with it.

"-be here any minute-oh." I opened my eyes trying to keep the nostalgia back. I didn't like it. At all. I looked at my teacher, taking in her warm smile. "Lovino!" she said, clapping her hands. Twenty or so heads snapped up, obviously not listening until now.

"Lovino?!" Alfred exclaimed. "Here?"

"No dipshit, in Narnia," I retorted. I didn't mean to say it, it just came out. Being rude was like a reflex. I usually was when I was uncomfortable or upset. Like now.

"Yup, that's definitely Lovino," Elizibeta said.

"Wait, you doubted that was him?" Gilbert asked.

"Well, you never know, it could've been a shapeshifter," Denson replied.

"Yeah, like those exist," Arthur retorted.

"Kind of like how your fairies don't exist?" Alfred said.

"They bloody well do-"

"Guys, settle." Mrs. D'Anna clapped her hands loudly. People instantly stopped talking. "Thank you. Now, we all know Lovino, so I don't need to introduce you, thank God." She turned to me. "There's a spot behind Antonio. You can sit there. I know you guys were good friends a while ago." I didn't move. I looked over to where D'Anna was pointing and took a deep breath. As she said his name, Antonio's head snapped up from looking out the window.

"Senorita?" He asked. It was a couple of seconds before his eyes slid over to mine. We stared at each other for what felt like decades. Maybe even centuries. Suddenly Antonio jumped from his seat and tackled me, trapping me in a bear hug. I let out a very loud (and very embarrassing) "CHIGI!", and attempted to pry the Spaniard from me. Eventually Antonio let go of me and bounced back to his seat, me trudging behind him. So much for avoiding him. I flopped into my chair and set my bag on the ground.

"Okay guys. This is home room, so... free rein now," Mrs. D'Anna said. I groaned slightly. Free reign directly translates to 'go ahead and annoy the fuck out of Lovino by catching up'. I put my head on the table, hoping against hope that no one would come up to me and try to start a conversation.

But of course, I forgot Gilbert was in his class.

"Vargas!" I heard a very loud and annoying Prussian pull up a chair and flop down in it, completely shattering my wishes.

"Get the fuck away," I replied, my head still on the table. I was in no mood whatsoever.

"Oh come on! Stop being so unawesome!" Gilbert poked my back and my head shot up. I grabbed Gilbert's finger and was just about to snap it into a million pieces when I noticed everyone gathered around my desk. So it seems everyone wanted to hear what happened in six years. Of course they would. I haven't contacted them since fifth grade. But that was because Grandpa told us not to...

"Hey, you still here?" Alfred asked. I blinked, noticed I zoned out and groaned again, slightly louder this time, and put my head back on my desk.

"Go away." I said.

"You know, things never change. Ever since pre-school you'd walk to a corner, sit down and shoo everyone away," Gilbert said.

"I am very well aware of that thankyouverymuch." I said.

"You're still an asshat." Francis put.

"The one and only." I replied.

"So how was Narnia?" Alfred asked. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. I lifted my head and located him.

"Oh you know, cold as fuck. Hot as fuck. Met some beavers and a centaur. Santa visited last Christmas." I replied sarcastically.

"You met Santa?" Tino piped up.

"He was being sarcastic," Berwald said. Tino muttered a tiny 'oh' and sat down. I furrowed my eyebrows. Tino's in the eleventh grade and he still believes in Santa. That seems like a problem.

"Nothing's changed," I muttered. Alfred was still an obnoxious idiot, Gilbert still has a narcissistic PD, Berwald's creepy, Elizebeta's tough, Roderich's a sissy, Arthur's delusional...

The list goes on and on.

I looked at all the people standing around my desk laughing and arguing, feeling the horrible feeling of nostalgia, again. And the feeling someone looking at me. I turned my head towards Antonio, but he had his head towards the window, his eyes half closed with a far away look in them. I guess he felt my eyes on him too, so he slid his eyes over to mine, and after a few moments his head. I looked up, down, left, right, anywhere but him.

"Hi," Antonio said softly. I squinted my eyes. That was not like Antonio at all. Usually he would be bouncing, or talking rapidly in Spanish, or...something. Not...nothing. He's not quiet. He's a loud motherfucker.

I looked over at him and replied. "Hi." And then my mouth moved on its own. "What's wrong?"

What's wrong? What's wrong?! Why did I ask that? I'm trying to avoid Antonio, not engage in a conversation! What the fuck?! I looked away, inwardly sighing.

"Ah, nothing's wrong. Just...i thought you said you were never coming back," Antonio said.

"Well, that's what i thought. I thought i was going away, never reliving that." I sat back in my chair folding my arms. I could see Antonio's face darken, and i looked at the clock. I really didn't want to see Antonio upset. Wait, what? No, i don't give a crap about him. He could be as moody as he likes, and i still wouldn't care. But still...Antonio upset is...unnerving. I was about to turn back to him when somebody flopped down on my desk making it tip forwards. "What the hell?!"

"Oh sorry," Alfred said, but didn't get up from the desk. Was this guy retarded? I huffed out yet another sigh and looked at him.

"What do you want?"

"Where did you move to?" He asked. I stared at him.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked hesitantly.

"Why not?"

"Well, you have a knack of gathering info and using it to your advantage."

"I just want to know where you moved to. How could I use that as an advantage?"

"I don't know you just...could." I rolled my eyes at Alfred's expression and decided I was going to have a nice little soul today. "I lived in Pennsylvania. Bradford."

"Oh my cousins live there!" he shouted. I nodded my head. Oh yes, there are some people definitely related to him there. Amelia and Abby. Amelia had the same personality (I'M THE HEROINE!) and looks and style and patriotism as Alfred. Now Abby...well she was more of a delinquent. Anger issues, intentionally blunt and rude, (unlike Alfred who is ignorant and doesn't do it on purpose), prone to sarcasm and OH GOD she is a million time arrogant than Alfred. I didn't even think you could get more arrogant until I met Abby. Jesus FUCKING Christ. Oh and by the way she has a baseball bat with FUCKING SPIKES. SPIKES. AND SHE THREATENED ME WITH IT. THAT WAS THE MOST SCARED I HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY LIFE.

Oh wait.

Nevermind.

Let me not forget the reason we moved to Pennsylvania. No, Abby was the second scariest thing that has ever happened to me.

"Hey Lovino. You still there?" Alfred snapped a finger next to my face. I whipped my head and looked at Alfred narrowing my eyes.

"Put those fingers closer to my face and you're losing them," I growled. Alfred reared back a bit and put his hands up in a okay okay don't hurt me look. I huffed and sat back in my chair looking at the clock. 9:05. "When does the class end?"

"9:45," Antonio said. i groaned and put my head on my desk, hoping i wouldn't have to bring it back up until the end of the class. Which is in forty minutes. UGH. I plan on sleeping a bit, making up for the loss this morning. But just as i got into the half-awake-half-asleep state, i felt another person flop beside me.

"So. where did you move to?"

Oooooh this is going to be a long day.

Fuck.