Gunner Norsk looked at the large campus in amusement. No, large was an understatement- it was ENORMUS. The Icelandic boy hadn't ever seen a school so huge in his fifteen years of life before. Everything was neat and tidy. Students were walking around in a very docile manner. Tall, overgrown willow trees soared over the students, giving off a nice amount of shade. Everything was so peaceful and-

"Oi, Icu." Gunner jumped, turning to face his brother. He sighed.

"For the love of...of...of anything, Valdis! Don't do that!" his brother stared back at him with questioning eyes. The Norwegian pushed his navy-blue hat back into place, fixing his cross-barrette at the same time.

"Well, then just call me onii-chan." he stated bluntly. Gunner just glared at him, sighing a 'imiwakanai' after several seconds. "I actually needed to ask if you felt up to this." Valdis continued, staring fondly at his younger brother. "How do you see things?"

Gunner looked at the building again. It appeared as it did to his brother, big and neat. There was one big difference, one thing that most people would overlook because they couldn't see it.

"It looks fine." he responded softly, making sure other students didn't hear. "I can hear clearly enough, and I haven't felt anything since last month." he paused, looking at his brother to confirm what he had said. "I'm fine." Gunner spoke softly again, his smile matching his voice. "I'll be just fine."

"Well..." Valdis looked over at the building. "If you start losing it again..."

"Oh, stop panicking." he rolled his eyes at his brother's 'pointless' concerns. "I'll be fine." he hugged his older brother, and (after murmuring 'onii-chan') walked off to the middle of the courtyard in a different direction than Valdis. The Norwegian was meeting with his Danish hus- er, boyfriend, and Gunner didn't feel like dealing with it.

After having his ears blasted out by an unmet Hungarian, he walked a bit faster to see what the highest scream in the world was for.

From the exact opposite side of the Hetalia Academy for Arts campus, Gilbert walked alongside Antonio and Francis, rambling about how Prussia was the awesomest country in the world and how he was king of bleeping everything and other Gilbert stuff.

"So..." Francis nudged the Ger-PRUSSIAN beside him. "Did you know that we now have a new, gorgeous Scandinavian? Oh, Mon deiu, he looks quite stunning, if I say so myself." He sighed a long French sigh, staring dreamily into the sky.

"Damn, Francis," Gilbert said, now smirking. "Didn't say he was a hot one. What's the kid look like?" Gilbert was famous (or infamous, depending on how you look at it) for being in the Bad Touch Trio, and after anyone's first week, they would want to go out with the self- proclaimed Prussian. For those who were looking for a different guy or girl, you could count on your local school Prussian to help out.

Antonio was better for long-term romance. (As for Francis, that, my dear readers, speaks for itself.)

"Hmm..." the French man looked at Gilbert intently. "If the boy's hair were a tad shorter, I'd say he'd look like you with purple eyes."

"Wait, what type of purple?" Antonio stared at the other two. "Is it Ivan-eye-purple, Kiku-kimono-purple, or Felix-nail-polish-purple?"

Gilbert and Francis stared at their Spanish friend, wondering what the difference was between the three. They were all purple...

"EEEEEEEEEEEEK!" The Bad Touch Trio covered their ears from the high, Hungarian scream and ran towards the center of the courtyard to see what happened. Elizebeta couldn't possibly be happy by the sound of it.

A/N

I SWEAR I CAN EXPLAIN. REALLY.

Well, usually, I am a NorIce type of person. NordicCest, whale love, it really is a great pair. However, recently, this has been nagging at me since I fell asleep at a late hour and had a weird dream about this pair. Therefor, I will be one of or the first people to write something for these two. Yes, it is short. I'm trying to make it a longer story with everything connecting together instead of random oneshots.

Anyway, the Prussian general Baron Von Stubben was kind of a pedo-bear, and Gilbo is obsessed with himself sometimes. And now, Iceland is a little boy WHO LOOKS LIKE HIM. How could he resist?

R&R and I will continue. Maybe...