Do you think this is a game or something? I thought as I walked down the hallway with the hyper-active teenage boy. "Come on, Lovino!" He turned around and flashed a bright smile at me.

Today, I was shadowing this wierd Spanish kid named Antonio that was too excitable for his own good. He had dark brown hair, but not as dark as mine, and bright green eyes that held a twinkle in them. He'd insisted on me calling him Toni, but I declined. I didn't want this guy to think we were gonna be friends or anything.

"I'm-a coming!" I snapped and tried to arrange all of my multi-colored binders and notebooks so they wouldn't all fall out of my arms(again). "We're going to be late for our next class! Hurry up!" Even though Antonio's tone seemed like it should have been angry, he was still smiling that obnoxious smile of his. There was even a trace of a giggle in his voice.A giggle.

"You need to calm down.." I muttered as we entered the math room. Antonio didn't notice(not like I was expecting he would, of course), and simply sat down in his seat-right next to the teacher's desk.

Now let me explain something to you really quick- at my old school, sitting next to the teacher's desk was the lamest spot you could ever have. Like, if you sat there,you couldn't pass notes to anyone, had to take your notes meticulously, blah blah blah. It was even worse than sitting in the very first row. You were looked down upon in the community for having that seat- it was even worse than Busby's chair.

"You're the new student, uh...Lovino, right?" The teacher, a tall, brunette woman about 35 stood up from her desk. The nameplate on her desk identified her as "Mrs. Kyra". "Yahuh." I sighed and nodded my head glumly. This was fifth period, and I was already getting tired of introducing myself to everyone. "Lovely to meet you...Class, this is Lovino Vargas. You might know him as Feliciano's brother."

Before the teacher could put me through anymore embarrasment, I stomped off to the only empty seat-behind Antonio, of course. I hate Feliciano. To this day, and until eternity ceases to be, I will hate Feliciano. He is Grandpa's favorite, or was at least until Grandpa went crazy and ran off, he's better at drawing pictures than I am, he's better at writing songs than I am, better at talking to girls than I am, and he's better at making friends than I am. You really have to experience that kind of jealousy to truly understand it...it can drive you crazy.

As Mrs. Kyra went on about stupid math, I doodled in my notebook. It wasn't until the bell had rung that I realized I had not taken a single note, and had absolutly no idea how to do the math homework, as I never learned this at my old school.

Aah, screw it.

"Yay! Lunch time!" Antonio smiled at me and held up his metal lunch box, which was covered with pictures of superheroes. "I brought extra tomatoes today, so we can share them!" Was he five or something? I closed my eyes in frustration. "No, that's fine..I have my own lunch." I pulled mylunch bag out from under my desk to show him, in case he needed proof or something. "Okie dokie!" Antonio kept on smiling, and he continued to ramble on about his friends. "There's Bel-Bel, she's pretty nice, you'd like her! And of course I can't forget Francis or Gilbert, they're like my bestest-"

I struggled to keep the sound of Antonio's voice out of my head and regard him as just white noise, but sadly for me it was not very easy as we walked to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was crowded with tons of kids, yelling and jumping around and all sort of things that kind of made me lose hope in humanity. You see, the school is filled with kids from different countries, all on foreign exchange programs. Including me. Which probably wasn't the best choice, as I'm not the smartest one around Southern Italy(I don't even know why the hell they thought Southern Italy is a country, idiots..). Maybe the administrators wanted me to come because Feliciano went here. Most likely. Jerks.

Antonio lead me to a table near the windows where a couple of other kids were sitting. One was a blonde with a pixie-cut hair style, and I assumed she was the 'Bel-Bel' Antonio had been talking about before. In addition to that, there was an albino kid and a creepy looking guy with blonde hair that went down to about his shoulders.

"You're the new kid, right?" The girl piped up, and I realized, Hey, that chick's pretty cute. "Yeah...so what?" I slammed my lunch box down on the table. "Buenas Tardes! And ignore him, he's just nervous because it's his first day and all.." Spain pulled up a chair and sat next to me, that bastard. "Oh,oka!Nice to meet you, uh.." Bel-Bel tilted her head,looking at me. "Lovino." I growled, and took a bite out of my cold slice of pizza. "Bonjour, Monsieur Lovino! I am Francis." The blonde bastard said. Huh. A French accent on a guy named Francis. "Andd I am ze awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!" The albino bastard said and smirked as if he were superior. "Kay." I continued to munch slowly on my pizza, and chew it with as much anger as possible.

Well...these guys weren't that bad. First, get rid of the stupid nickname 'Bel-Bel', give that Francis bastard a hair cut, 'slap ze awesomeness' out of that Gilbert bastard, and maybe just generally get rid of that obnoxious tomato bastard Antonio. I mean seriously, his entire lunch was made out of tomatoes! Who even does that?!

Well...then again, my entire lunch was made up of pizza..

Oh hi, guys! Thanks for reading! :D and sorry this chapter is kinda short and boring..it'll get better as it goes, I promise!

'Bel-Bel' is Belgium, in case some of you were thinking that she's Belarus, I couldn't find a human name for her anywhere!

and I know...I'm new here, leave me alone about the story set up! :3