Okay, so this has been a plot bunny in my head for the looooooongest time. I finally got it down in my laptop and ready to post. To previous readers of my naruto stories, I haven't stopped my other story, I just haven't gotten the urge to retype everything from my notebook…..though there might be another update soon…depends on how much procrastination is do :D anyway…I do NOT own hetalia, I just claim the plot of this fic. Enjoy~ **journal fic**

Dear Diary,

HOMEROOM, FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

Thanks to my sentimental parents I now have something no junior in high school has; a flipping diary. They say it's for "memories" or some crap like that. So me, being me and not wasteful, I kept the damn thing and that's what I am doing right now. My name is Elizaveta and I'm in homeroom on the first day of school waiting for my LATE teacher to show up. My classmates around me are not necessarily loud…..they just aren't quiet.

My boyfriend, Roderich, is sitting by himself silently behind me. I can hear his tapping fingers as he practices a music piece he is performing in an upcoming recital.

Here is a list of what my other classmates are doing:

Feliciano, talking with his two friends, Kiku and Ludwig.

Francis is talking up a new girl; she'll be gone in a week.

Alfred is fighting again with Arthur; they are totally crushing on each other.

Antonio is messing with Lovino as usual. Oh, ouch. He just got punched in the face.

Matthew? I can't find him. No one ever can.

And I just had to duck because of a flying Korean glomping his Chinese friend. That child needs to kiss Yao; because there is no other way that the man will realize that normal brothers don't grope each other.

Thank god Ivan is in a different class this year. His younger sister got REALLY annoying.

FINALLY! The teacher's fifteen minutes late, but at least he's here.

What the?...He has some student with him, he must be new. The kid looks weird: silvery white hair, pale, and red eyes….he reminds me of a hot vampire! Not that I find him attractive! Not. At. All. Apparently his name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, and he's "awesome". If I could somehow show rolling eyes in here, I would. And OF COURSE the teacher would decide to sit him beside me. FML. I'll write more later, the idiot is poking me, trying to get my attention

Dear Diary,

LUNCHTIME, FIRST DAY

I'M GONNA KILL HIM! HOW DARE HE ASK ME MY SIZES? I HOPE I LEFT A PERMANENT HAND MARK ON HIS FACE!

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…okay, I'm calm now. Thanks to my loving Roderich I mean. Lunch period is my savior. Roderich is sitting beside me, patting my hand reassuringly and trying to calm me down. He's murmuring calming words in my ear. He can tell how pissed I am. He saw me hit Gil when he asked me that question with a perverted look over. That damn bastard, why would he ask such a thing? I think I left a red mark that will last all day. GOOD.

As you can tell he's my favorite person in the whole wide world. So you can bet that I was SO happy to find out that Gilbert is in all of my classes so far. No really. Thrilled. SCREW THIS, its torture! He follows me around like a little chick, pecking at my patience! Everywhere I go he's there! He won't let up; he keeps asking me weird questions in every class.

He FINALLY shut up when I ran off crying. I had had enough. He looked pretty upset as well.

Dear Diary,

AT HOME, AFTER SCHOOL

I can easily say that this was the worst first day of school EVER. I didn't get to hang out with Roderich after school because he is preparing for that major recital, my new arch nemesis is in every one of my classes, and I have homework on the first day. Great, fantastic, the German neighbors were invited for dinner to celebrate the first day. Guess what? Ludwig? Has an older brother, who went to boarding school, he just transferred into my class. His name? You get three guesses, and the first two don't count. You guessed right. Gilbert Beilschmidt. This day just can't get any worse.

Oh it just did. The adults wandered outside to enjoy their drinks and give the juniors some time to talk. Ludwig is sitting there texting, leaving me to talk to HIM. He looks a little uncomfortable and keeps glancing at me. Darn, it looks like the mark didn't last as long as I had hoped….

LATER

HOLY SHIT! H-he didn't? The bipolar albino freak asked to talk to me alone. I led him to the front of the house away from everyone and I stood there tapping my foot in annoyance. First he stuttered, and then he apologized. In the dim light I couldn't tell, but it looked like he was blushing. I went to make a snarky remark when, in the blink of an eye, his lips were on mine.

Lets just say I ran to the kitchen, grabbed the first thing I could use as a weapon (a frying pan) and chased him out of the house. I think I landed a few hits…you could hear him screaming as I chased him all the way back to his house

So, what did you think? This is my first hetalia fic and I'm kind of nervous and reviews will be welcome; good or bad. I kind of enjoyed writing this, but the journal perspective is more difficult than I thought. Hearts to all, I have a better PruHung fic in mind, but I'm going to get this one started off and the other Naruto story updated first before I attempt it. I'm trying to make myself update and it just doesn't work . hearts to all! ~