As the first bell of the day rang, signaling the start of class, Lovino Vargas took his seat in the math room, keeping his head down so people wouldn't stare at him. With his backpack slung over his shoulders, he slumped down in the chair, looking over the other kids in the room. It was the first day of school, and they were all laughing and meeting up with friends from last year, talking about their summer breaks. Lovino was new to the school, having moved from Italy to an international school in America. Being the anti-social person he was, Lovino hadn't tried to meet new people before the year started, thus leaving him alone at school.

Feliciano, Lovino's brother, was a year younger than him, a freshman, so they didn't have any classes together. This was fine by him, because he knew Feliciano could definitely be a pain in the ass. The math class Lovino was in was a mix of sophomores and juniors. He was taking out his notebook when he heard somebody behind him.

"Hola!" The boy said. He was tall, with brown hair, and tan skin. He had green eyes, and was wearing a t-shirt from Spain. "I'm Antonio, what's your name?"

"B-bastard," Lovino hissed, jumping in his seat. "What the hell do you want?"

"Whoa, hold on," the Spanish boy put his hands up. "I'm just trying to be friendly. Are you new here?"

"So what if I am?" Lovino didn't like the way the stupid boy was talking to him. Why couldn't he just leave him alone?

"Calm down! I've never seen you around here so I just wanted to introduce myself." At that moment, the teacher called attention to the class and began to take attendance. Lovino turned around, annoyed. Stupid Spaniard.

Lovino was now even unhappier with the fact that his family moved. He hadn't wanted to leave Italy. Back home he had everything he needed: a tomato garden, lots of pasta, and even a couple of friends. Here there wasn't space for him to grow tomatoes so that he could make homemade pasta. And he didn't have any friends. Not that he needed any.

The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Moore, and started to go over the curriculum for the school year. While the teacher was speaking, Lovino heard crunching behind him, and turned around to see Antonio chomping on a tomato.

"Bastard!" he whisper-shouted. "Can't you eat that thing when the teacher isn't talking?"

"Sorry," Antonio mumbled through a mouthful of tomato, and put the fruit back in his bag. Was he blushing slightly? Lovino turned around to listen to the teacher again slightly envious of that tomato. It looked nice and ripe. When the bell rang to dismiss him from class, he practically sprinted out the door. The faster he got away from that tomato bastard, the better! But as he was walking quickly down the hall, Lovino crashed into someone, knocking both of their bags to the floor.

"Dammit!" Lovino shouted. "Why'd you run into me?"

"Excuse me, but you were the one who was running through the hall." The boy he had run into had messy blond hair, a British accent, and huge eyebrows, but Lovino didn't care. Stupid bastard had crashed into him.

"Whatever," he said, and continued walking to his next class. His mood was even worse than it had been two minutes ago. Stupid American schools with their stupid international bastards.

He sat through his history class, a class he knew he would hate from the moment he walked into the room, and tapped his pencil against the side of his desk. Lovino didn't even notice all the dirty looks he was getting from the people seated nearby him. Not that any of them had wanted to sit by him in the first place, there just weren't any other seats.

When history ended, Lovino headed to his English class, only to find out that the British boy from earlier was in the same class, and the teacher had paired them up for a project. A project! On the first day of school? It was only his third class of the day and Lovino already hated his new school.

"Hello," the British boy said curtly, breaking Lovino away from his thoughts. "I'm Arthur Kirkland, what's your name?"

"Lovino," he told the boy. Arthur. "Lovino Vargas."
"Are you new here?"

Dammit, he was just like the tomato bastard! "Yes, is there a problem?"

"No," Arthur frowned, a bit annoyed by the Italian's tone.

"Well good. Let's start this project. The sooner we finish, the sooner I stop talking to you," Lovino knew that he was being rude, but he didn't like how everyone he talked to was asking him if he was new. I bet Feliciano isn't having this kind of trouble, he thought bitterly. Stupid Feliciano with his stupid smiling face. Arthur shrugged as he looked at Lovino, not bothering to talk to him because he knew he'd probably end up dead or something. They started to work on their project together, analyzing the parts of a Shakespeare poem. Arthur wasn't having any trouble at all reading the poem, and Lovino bet that he read Shakespeare in his spare time. …Which turned out to be true.

The rest of the day passed slowly and tediously for Lovino, and all his were boring. He ate lunch in silence with Feliciano (after his brother had continued to beg him), not pleased with his little brother's new choice in friends. There was a German, who was a sophomore like Lovino, who Lovino just didn't like. He didn't know why. And then there was Kiku, a small, reserved Japanese boy, who was the same age as Feliciano. He was okay, Lovino decided. But he definitely didn't like that German, Ludwig. How in the world had that obnoxious kid even managed to make friends so quickly? Lovino could hardly stand him and they were brothers!

After lunch Lovino had gym, and was glad he didn't eat much during lunch, because his gym teacher was a sit-up bastard and made him do one hundred sit-ups for looking angry. So what if he looked angry? Lovino didn't want to be there! Everyone expected him to look like happy-little-Feliciano, the perfect child. Fuck them all, Lovino thought sourly. He stormed from the gym to the science lab as soon as that class let out, only to find out his teacher was a psychopath and he was stuck with a creepy French pervert as his lab partner. He even wore his hair in a ponytail. Oh, it was going to be a lovely year. Over the course of forty-five minutes, the French dude (whose name Lovino didn't know, and didn't want to know) had put his hand way too high up on Lovino's leg way too many times.

"You fucking pervert." The French kid didn't seem bothered at all, but instead smirked, winked, and blew a kiss at Lovino. Shuddering, Lovino bolted out of the room faster than he had when he left math class earlier that day. What the hell was wrong with everybody at this school? Thank God there was only one class left for the day.

However, when he arrived at his last class of the day, Spanish, Lovino was assigned a seat in the back of the room, and his luck just gave out on him right then and there. Just when he thought his day couldn't get any worse. His jaw dropped.

He couldn't believe who he was stuck sitting next to, of all people.

A/N: So, here's a little fanfiction I decided to write... It's my first story, so I'm not expecting it to be the best thing ever xD I already have a couple of chapters done, but I won't put them up right away. Hopefully updates will be almost daily or every other day. I hope everyone enjoys this story!

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, why would I be writing a fanfiction?