Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Lexi however is mine.

Looking at my life I realize that it sounds like one of those classically annoying high school love stories, where the girl moves to a tiny new town, starts a new school and falls in love. That is my life (other than the love thing, there really isn't much of that) but that's the truth. This summer I moved to a new town, hundreds of miles away from where I grew up, and I started at a new high school. I would just like to point out that I rebelled against this move with all that I had in me. Not because I didn't want to leave my friends behind (because frankly I didn't have any) but because I was a sophomore and all the other people at the school had already made friends last year, and I was coming in as the outsider.

My mother kept telling me that this would be a new start, a place where no one would know me, I could make friends. I didn't have the heart to tell her that there was no way I could possibly make friends at this point. But my mom was super excited about this move, after her break up, she needed this (see what did I say, classic annoying high school story) and I wanted her to be happy. What can I say, I'm a good daughter.

And so here I was, sitting in the passenger seat of my mom's car, looking at the people (they looked like ants) making their way into the school. I watched for a moment, I didn't want to go in there, I didn't want to do this. But I glanced over at my mom who looked back at me with a smile on her face, she wanted this. And I was not about to be that terrible daughter who made life tough for her mother because her mom needed to make a new life.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go in with you?" She asked, as I looked nervously back at the school. I had asked to go into the school alone, I always felt more outgoing when my mom wasn't with me (but let's face it: being a little more outgoing then being not out going at all wasn't really that great).

"No, I'm fine," I replied, taking a deep breath and opening the door. Better get this over with as soon as possible.

"You know what 'fine' stands for?" My mom asked sarcastically as I stepped from the car, we had this running joke about what the word fine meant.

"Yeah, I know," I replied minimally, I wasn't exactly in the mood to answer.

"Good luck, honey," My mom said, sensing my mood. I gave her a reassuring smile as I closed the door. I turned and walked away without looking back (Looking back would have made it worse).

I joined the throng of people flocking into the school, and as I was practically pushed through the door I looked quickly around, trying to find the office. All I could see were white walls, lots of lockers and people. I couldn't find the office anywhere, there wasn't even signs. (What kind of school was this?) I looked around again, started to feel the panic sinking in. What was I going to do if I couldn't find the office?

"Excuse me," I asked one of the students who were still coming in through the door behind me, "Can you please tell me where the office is?"

"What do I look like?" They boy asked his accented voice highly agitated. He was taller than me and looked at least a year older (Needless to say I felt like he was towering over me). His hair was brown and there was one random curl sticking out on one side, the big eyes that looked back at me were a deep almost brown hazel (Let me just say, he was very attractive). "I am not your personal GPS!" He shouted and stalked away.

Well, thank you very much! No need to be nice, let's just make the new girl cry within the first five minutes of being there. And yes I was about to cry, I could feel the stress of not being able to find the office and that of being yelled at swelling up inside of me, about to explode. However, I knew that that explosion would result in tears. And I did not want to cry on my first day.

Just before I was about to turn and run from the building I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to come face to face with the same boy who had just yelled at me. I had to look again before I realized that it was not the same boy, but they had to be brothers, they looked almost identical. This boy was shorter than the other one and his hair was lighter with more of a reddish tint to it. However, he too had a random curl sticking out of the side of his hair, but where the first boy's had been on the left this one was on the right. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were for the simple reason that he had them closed tightly, a giant smile on his face.

"Hi!" He said enthusiastically his voice high pitched and accented as well, but I couldn't tell where is accent was from (it sounded Italian) "Sorry about my brother," (So I had been right) "he's cranky in the morning." At the last part his voice dropped in volume as though he was sharing a secret. "The office is just around the corner."

"Thank you," I said, the tears retreating as I looked to where he was pointing down the hall. I moved off in that direction dodging those who were milling about at their lockers.

"I'm Feli, by the way," The boy said, I hadn't even noticed that he was walking beside me until he spoke. I tucked my long brown hair behind my ear to get a better look at him, I noticed that his eyes were still closed. (How could he see where he was going?)

"I'm Lexi," I said as we both turned the corner. There was the office, just like Feli had said it would be. I paused for a moment at the door before going in. "It was nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too!" Feli exclaimed, "Good luck!"

And with that he was gone, skipping off down the hall (yes, he was actually skipping) I pushed the door to the office open, and shaking my head at the weirdness of the boy I had just met went inside.

A\N: I may or may not continue this depending on how willing you are to help me out. I am having a difficult time figuring out what teaching positions each of the characters should have. If you would be so kind as to leave a review with your opinions of what subject the Hetalia characters should teach I would greatly appreciate it. And it would help this story to have a second chapter.