A/N: Hello dear readers! Welcome to my first long fanfic I've ever written! So, first of all, I'm sorry for every mistake, typo and grammar problem that occurs even though I proofread everything multiple times. Next: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS. Next: WARNINGS: THIS FANFIC CONTAINS MALEXMALE, STRONG LANGUAGE, HIGHSCHOOL AU AND HUMAN NAMES OF THE CHARACTERS.
Pairings: Gilbert/Matthew (Prussia/Canada), Francis/Arthur (France/Britain) Roderich/Elizaveta (Austria/Hungary), Antonio/Lovino (Spain/Romano) and Ludwig/Feliciano (Germany/Italy).
Also I wanted to play a game to make the reading expirience more interesting: each chapter has a reference to a fandom. Usually, the reference is a quote, but not always. Every next chapter I'll tell you guys the fandom the reference was taken from. Good luck!
And last but not least: This fanfic is for the wonderful yui124, a great friend who suggested this fanfic and supported me throughout everything. Thank you, love!
"Beep Beep Beep" the alarm of the clock went off. A wandering hand searched blindly for the off button, while a groan sounded from the bed. When the annoying button was finally hit, said hand searched out for the glasses. After a few moments passed and the hand had no luck in finding the glasses, the owner finally decided it was worthy of him to open his lavender eyes and get out of bed. At last the stubborn glasses were placed on the little nose, and Matthew Williams stretched his hands and shook his head a little to wake up entirely. His eyes opened fully and took in the view of his nice, neat room. He then went to the bathroom, showered, changed into his favorite red hoodie, old jeans and red converse shoes, brushed his soft blond hair so it won't tie into knots and went downstairs towards the kitchen.
"Studying until 2AM is indeed tiring" he thought to himself. Since Matthew was still quite groggy he didn't notice that his white bear, Kumajiro, was in the way. Eventually he tripped over the sleeping bear and fell over with a yelp. To his great luck he proceeded to land on his hands and not face. "Who are you?" a voice near him said. Kumajiro has already sat beside him and stared at him confusedly. "I'm your owner." the already fully awake Canadian sighed in defeat. Even after a few years his bear still couldn't remember who he was.
While he made pancakes and coffee for himself and opened a can of animal food for Kumajiro he recalled his schedule for today. "Oh! Today Mr. Bonnefoy is supposed to return our French tests!" he thought happily. Matthew liked studying French: it was a very intriguing, and in Matthew's opinion, a very beautiful language. When the coffee was drunk and nothing but crumbs were left from the pancakes Matthew brushed his teeth, grabbed his bag, exited the house and went to his car.
Well…that thing Matthew dared to call car once used to be a black 1967 Chevrolet impala. But time passed, the car became old and rusty and Matthew didn't have the money to buy a new one. Now the car had scratches all over, one of the lights was slightly damaged and the black color was mostly dusty grey now. Matthew climbed into the car and started his daily attempts to wake the car to life. Usually it didn't take him more than ten minutes, so the chances he will be late to school were minimal. And yet once in a while you could see the Canadian running with all the speed he could develop towards the gates of the school, only to collapse once he entered the class a few second before the bell sounded.
Today was no different. The car gave up after six minutes of fighting, and Matthew drove off to school.
"Vake up!" a powerful voice with thick German accent broke through the awesomeness filled dreams of one Gilbert Beilchmidt. Gilbert just groaned in response and pulled the covers over his silver hair. "Vake up bruder! Or you vill be late to school!" the same voice boomed as the covers were thrown violently off the albino. "Ludwiiiiggg…why do you have to be such a nagging ass each morning?" Gilbert groaned as he tried to block out the merciless sun that insisted on shining right into his eyes. "If you von't vake up now you'll be left vithout breakfast." the one named Ludwig stated and went out of the room without looking back. Well that certainly had effect on the lazy albino. He tossed around in bed a little more before rolling out completely.
Holding his head with one hand Gilbert made his way to the bathroom joined to his room, successfully avoiding all the clothes, wrappers and other things that littered the floor excessively. The cold shower washed away the last remains of sleepiness, and as Gilbert brushed his teeth he made a decision: Mondays suck. Actually he made this decision every week, but he decided he was awesome enough to recycle ideas. He changed into ripped jeans, plain black t-shirt and military black boots and jogged his way up the stairs. Something he could never understand was how he has windows in the basement that he considers as his room.
He threw these thoughts out of his head and went to eat breakfast. After eating Gilbert hopped out of his house holding his school bag, without bothering to help his OCD-ish brother to put away the dishes. It's not like he didn't try. He once had a terrible guilty feeling, but when he tried to help Ludwig just yelled at him to get away, using the excuse that Gilbert will only make it worse.
Gilbert strolled happily to his slick, black motorbike and patted it affectionately. It was a truly monstrous vehicle, who was a friend and savior at times for Gilbert and the cause of panic for all the cats in the neighborhood. The machine roared as it came to life and Gilbert drove off to school leaving a cloud of dust behind him.
"Well, let's start another day." Matthew thought optimistically and locked his car. He threw his bag on his shoulder and made his way through the parking lot of the WorldAcademy.
The special thing about this school was the students and teachers, who came from all over the world. The school was supposed to "establish good relationship between the different countries", and yet you could sometimes see the kid from Hong Kong yelling at the Chinese kid, the Polish kid who absolutely loathed the Russian teacher, and the kids from Turkey and Greece who refused to talk with each other all the time they weren't beating the shit out each other. But in general everybody was friends of everybody and even the Turkish and the Greek boys teamed up when it came to help their Japanese friend.
While Matthew made his way to the giant oak doors of the building a ginormous black motorbike and his albino owner caught his eye like they did every morning. "Man, he's so lucky and awesome." Matthew sighed inwardly.
From the first day of school he felt a certain attraction to this German kid, who claimed to be Prussian, and not German. Matthew never knew what he found in this person. After all, Gilbert was quite egoistic, arrogant and cheeky. Not only this, but Gilbert was infamous throughout the whole school for cutting lessons, skipping school as he wishes, being in detention for more than fifty times in two months and playing an unending number of pranks and tricks on the teachers. One of his favorite behaviors was coming late to class and sending the door flying open with his military boot while yelling "Awesomeness has arrived!"
Secretly Matthew wanted to be like him, because no one ever noticed him. Almost each day he was marked absent unless he yelled for the teacher to notice him. Many times he got beaten up because people confused him for his infamous American brother. Though later people came to him and apologized for their mistake, it still hurt. He wanted to be as awesome as Gilbert, so he could go down the hallway and people would notice him, so he could do things he wanted without being so hopelessly shy and most importantly, so he could ride this black and indisputably cool motorbike, without being too "un-awesome" (credit for inventing the word goes to Gilbert). Matthew sighed inwardly again, because he knew there is no way in the world that Gilbert will ever notice him or feel the same for him. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and entered the school.
While talking to his best friend, Antonio, Gilbert couldn't help but glance at the shy Canadian kid he noticed from the first day of school. Oh, how he craved to finally get to know him, to be able to talk to him, and maybe even hug him, because that Canadian was the cutest creature Gilbert has ever seen.
It's not that his status mattered. Gilbert lived just how he wanted. True, he was the most popular guy at school, but he never gave it any meaning. If he wanted he could go out and date any girl he wished no matter what her social status was. But…Gilbert never dated anyone. Lately he started to think that maybe he likes men. He knew no one will ever say anything to him (well, maybe except his crazy fangirls), because the school accepted everybody, so he was absolutely cool with the thought he might be gay.
Gilbert kind of…just didn't have the opportunity to talk with the Canadian kid. "Damn! I don't even remember his name!" thought Gilbert bitterly. "Err, Gil? Is everything okay?" Gilbert turned to his concerned friend. "Huh? Oh, yes Tony. Even awesomeness spaces out from time to time, right?" and laughing at his own statement with his friend he entered school.