Ciò che si sta, was bin ich? (What are you, what am I?) This is the actual name, but I decided to make it English. It's a Hetalia fanfic, as you know, with Romano, and my new gender-bending character Askel! I say gender-bending because 1) I'm a girl and he's a guy, and 2) I'm planning on making him kinda feminine. ENJOY!


Look at him... all flashy and masculine and perfect... he thinks he's so cool because he's the new guy, but I don't think so at all. I couldn't care less, damn it.

My thoughts were starting to get the better of me. Even though I wasn't trying to pay attention to the new kid, I just couldn't help it. I was trying not to think of him as flashy. The problem is that that's exactly what he was.

"Oh, you're so masculine, look at those muscles! How attractive!" they would say to him.

"Can I touch your hair, it looks so soft!" they asked.

Now why did I care? Every time I'd look at him, he had another swarm of girls. 1st years, 2nd years, even the 3rd and 4th years, who were one and two grades above us. They were all mesmorized with his good looks. So am I...

No, that's wrong. I am not mesmorized with his looks, I couldn't care less! He's just a selfish jerk who just happens to be kinda hot. My thoughts really were getting the better of me, now.

"Sorry girls, but I'm kinda... I'm kinda gay, so I'm not interested." he said, kind of shyly.

"AWWWWWWW! BUT WE LOVE YOU! YOU'RE SO HOT AND CUTE AND-" the girls said. By the way, where it cut off, they all squealed and starting crying because he wasn't available.

"I'm sorry girls, but I am the way I am." he said and glanced over at me. When he did, I could feel my cheeks turn a bright pink. I had no idea why. Then he smiled and started to walk towards me, which if I wasn't so shy, I probably would have got up, smacked him, and walked away. Instead, he sat down.

"Yo, the names Aksel. Aksel Beilschmidt. Who are you?" he asked me.

"Lovino..." I mumbled under my breath, "Lovino Vargas... what do you want?"

"Whoa! Dude, are you Italian or something? That is so freaking epic! I love Italians! Can you speak the language, too?" He shouted.

"Sì, ora va via, dannazione!" I muttered harshly under my breath. I said 'Yes, now go away, damn it'.

He laughed. "I speak Italian, too. I'm sorry if I bothered you. You looked kind of lonely, so I figured why not say hi. But if you really want me to leave, that's fine," he smiled and got up. I blushed and looked up at him. Damn, he was tall.

"No, it's okay. Sorry, though..." I mumbled again, this time a bit less harsher.

He smiled bigger and sat back down, then he began to attempt small talk, "So, where are you from?" Italy, "What's your favorite food?" Tomatoes, "Who do you live with?" My Boss, Antonio, "Is he nice?" Very nice, "Can I come over sometime?" Maybe... "Cool! I guess I should tell you some things about me then! Hmm, where to begin? Oh yeah! I'm from Germany, but my dad's are Austrian and Prussian. Well, my dad that says he's Prussian is actually just German, but he's true to his roots. My favorite food is... man, I don't know, I really like peanut butter, so I guess peanut butter sandwiches..." he began to tell me everything about himself.

Truthfully, I actually did want to know these things. He seemed like an interesting enough guy with his spiky black hair, his bangs pushed back to expose his forehead, his little mariazell sticking up from his hair parting, his dark blue hoodie, and his black jeans. He just looked like a pretty cool guy. Not to mention his eyes, red as sunset, sparkled in the light.

There I go again, thinking about his looks. I thought.

"Hey, are you listening?" he questioned me, because I had spaced off a bit.

"Yeah, I'm listening." I lied.

"Then... what was the very last thing I said?" He interrogated.

"Um, peanut butter?" I took a wild guess. And, lo and behold, I was wrong.

"No, the last thing I said was a question. I asked if you wanted to come over today." He pouted as if I hurt him deeply by spacing off.

"Oh, sorry. Well, I might. I would have to ask my boss. Although I'm pretty sure he wouldn't really give a shit." I wondered. Antonio had been acting a bit weird around me lately. He'd been getting drunk more often and he wouldn't come home till about 4 in the morning, so I had to wait up for him to make sure he was still alive.

"Awesome! School's almost over, so you can call him!" Aksel mused.

"Yeah, I guess so..."


Hooray, chapter one has been defeated! Reviews and favourites are welcome!