I hate it. I absolutely hate it.

Why won't they just shut up?

If they want to talk about nonsense, then, they should do so somewhere else.

All I want is just a bit of peace and quiet, so that I could finish this damn book I just bought two weeks ago.

Why, of all places, must they talk about it here?

The room was filled with squeals and laughter from the female students, while there were low whispers and murmurs from the male students.

Elizaveta can't take it anymore. She felt as if she wanted to throw the book straight towards the blackboard to call her classmates' attention, and to tell them to shut the hell up. Or maybe flip this table right in front of them to let them know that she had had enough. Or maybe both. But right now, all that she can do is grasping the book firmly onto her hands, trying to focus on what she's been reading, even though her body began to tremble from too much anger. "No, no, Elizaveta. Calm yourself..", she mumbled to herself as she turned the page of the book, not realizing that a happy-go-lucky Italian was about to creep behind her..

"Eliza—"

"OH, DAMNIT, WHAT?!"

Elizaveta blinked many times before she realized that she threw her book straight at the face of the poor Italian. "F-Feli?! I'm so sorry, I didn't know!", she said repeatedly, as she crouched down to take a better look at Feliciano's face.

"O-Oww!", Feliciano reacted, as he placed his own hand over his cheek. With teary eyes, he looked at Elizaveta and spoke, "That hurts, Eliza.. Why do you have to hit me with that book, and it's even a hard bound one.."

Elizaveta quickly crept closer and touched the cheek where she had hit him. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, Feli..", then she took him in her arms and soothed the crying Italian, "Don't cry, Feli. I'm sorry, okay? If you wanted, I could treat you later for some pasta over at Carriedo's. Sounds fine?"

Feliciano immediately stopped crying and wiped his tears with his hands. He looked at Elizaveta, a grin on his face as he said, "Ve~ Pasta? Pasta sounds nice~"

Elizaveta heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't mean to hit Feliciano with her book, it's just that, almost all of her classmates had been so annoying these past few days that she can't even focus on the thing she's supposed to do. She didn't even get to realize that everyone was looking at her and Feliciano. The laughter in the classroom died, and one girl with short light blonde hair approached the two.

"M-Ms. Pres? Is something the matter?", the girl humbly asked. Well, apparently, Elizaveta, besides being the class topnotcher, is also the representative of their class section. Elizaveta looked at her, and in her thoughts, "I should just fake a smile so they wouldn't notice..". She then gave her a sweet, but fake smile, and said, "No worries, Katyusha. I.. Well, Feliciano and I are doing fine. You can go back to your own conversations now."

The girl looked hesitant to go. "U-Umm.. Ms. Pres, is it because the class is noisy, that's why you are in a foul mood today?", she asked.

This surprised Elizaveta. Has she been this obvious this whole time. "N-N-No.. It's not that. It's just that I'm thinking about what the class should do for the new transfer student when he arrives..", was the excuse she can only think of.

Katyusha smiled, and sighs of relief are heard in the entire classroom. "Oh, thank God. For a second there, I thought you were angry at us because we were so noisy and you wanted to be absorbed in the book you have been reading, but it's a good thing that you were planning in advance for the new transfer student~ You're really a responsible president, Elizaveta.", Katyusha said with a smile.

"Is she being serious or just sarcastic?", Elizaveta thought. She nervously laughed as she answered, "W-Well, yeah.. Umm.. I guess so.."

"I've heard that the new transfer student is an idol, correct?"

Elizaveta, Katyusha, Feliciano, and some students of the class looked at the direction where the voice came from. They were a bit shocked to learn that the voice came from a person they didn't expect to even talk, because he was always so absorbed with his gadgets, laptop or sometimes his camera. Today, he was typing something on his laptop, speaking while still looking at the screen of his laptop. "He is an idol, correct?"

Elizaveta sighed. She didn't even know why she felt this way, it's not like she had met this new transfer student before, but she feels irritated by the mere mention of the word, "idol".

"Yes, he is an idol, as far as I have heard about him."

A twinkle began to form behind his stoic eyes. "An idol, huh? Interesting. It seems that I'd get more money if I take photos of him and sell it as a photo collection or something..", he muttered to himself as he got back to his work. Sometimes, they just couldn't understand him.

"OH MY! HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!", someone shouted from the windows, as the girls began squealing, even Katyusha giving a small cheer. Elizaveta just gave herself a facepalm. "Why do they want to even meet these damn idols anyway? It's not like they're a god that they should worship."

"O-OMO! THE A-ALLIED POWERS ARE HERE! They're here!", one girl squealed, then everyone began rushing out of the classroom, leaving Elizaveta, Feliciano, Katyusha, and some other students who weren't really interested behind. Katyusha gave Elizaveta a sincere smile as Elizaveta looked at the window with an exasperated expression, and Feliciano kept on tugging on Elizaveta's arm and kept on telling her that they should go and take a look downstairs. An almost disgusted look was on Elizaveta's face as she asked, "What the hell is an "Allied Powers"?"

A burst of laughter came ringing in their ears after she had asked her question. "Mathias~", the Italian called out. The Dane walked towards them, trying to suppress his laughter out of fear that Elizaveta might hurt him. "What's funny, Mathias?", Elizaveta asked, her eyes turning into a death glare. Mathias luckily didn't notice though, since he was looking down from the windows, noticing that the front gate of the school is already surrounded by students. "I just find it funny that you don't even know who the Allied Powers are. They're the most famous idol band here.. they say."

Elizaveta looked at him, confused. "Idol band? Allied Powers? Are they into metal or something?", she asked, because if they did, then she would have liked them.

Mathias looked at her, surprised at the naivety of the brunette in front of him. He didn't even find it funny anymore. "You really don't know them, Eliza? I'm surprised that you're even a teenage girl—", then he took a second glance, "—apparently, you're not." Then he started laughing again.

BAM!

"E-Eliza.. You didn't have to go that far..", Mathias whimpered as he tried to soothe the pain on his head. Elizaveta just hit him on the head with a frying pan.

Katyusha smiled, then spoke, "They're not into metal, I think. More of a pop rock or glam rock sound, if you would ask me."

Elizaveta looked back at her, still holding Mathias by the collar. A fiery glare were in her eyes as she spoke, "What?! Pop rock?!" Then instantly let her grip on Mathias' collar go, making him fall down with a loud thud. "H-Hey!", Mathias cried out, but Elizaveta gave him a palm on the face to shut him up. "Pop rock, you say?", she asked again to herself. Apparently, she hated both pop and glam rock.

"Ooh~ They're already out of their vans, Eliza~", Feliciano sang as he looked out from the window. Elizaveta looked at where Katyusha, Feliciano, (and the now awake and a bit okay) Mathias were looking at, and five handsome boys were surrounded by security guards as the students crowded to get closer to them. "They're idols? Psh.", Elizaveta asked to no one in particular, when she began to notice someone from the idol band was looking at her. No, was staring at her.

"Eliza~ He's looking at you~", the cheerful Italian sang, but she didn't react since her eyes were transfixed at the emerald eyes looking at her own.

Why is he looking at me like that? Who.. who is he?

The quiver from his thick eyebrows woke her up from his binding trance.