I do not own Hetalia. Hidekaz Himaruya does.

A/N: PruCan fic! :D I may not update that quickly during this period, exams are coming! D: NO! Oh, over here in Singapore, we start school at like 7am and we have a designated class so we don't change classroom. We just stay there for the whole day. Oh, and we have recess. So this school is based on the system her. Sorry if anyone is confused! D: Anyway….

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~PoisonIvania

The Girl: Madeline Williams

She stood behind her locker door, adjusting her red hoodie, one eye on her schedule, the other on him. He had just arrived with his best friends at his side; the lanky Spaniard, Antonio and the flamboyant Frenchman, Francis.

And then there was him.

The narcissistic Prussian, Gilbert.

Together they were known as the Bad Touch Trio. During their first year in high school, they had come together to form a band. During a gig at the nearby college pub, they had been spotted by a talent scout. Ever since then, they have been a hit, performing regularly at local pubs and even scheduled tours during the summer. They were especially popular among the ladies, automatically becoming the school's heartthrobs. Some die-hard fans even transferred to their school just to be closer to them. Fan labeled the boys according to their personalities.

Antonio, the ever-loving and faithful one. He had been dating Romina Vargas even before he entered high school and they were still dating at present. Despite already being in a relationship, some girls just wouldn't give up and still attempted to confess to him, eventually facing the wrath of Romina.

Francis, the flirtatious and flamboyant one. He switched girls like no one's business, every week he would have a new girl. He was also always clad in bright colors like red and blue which really made him stand out; not that he cared though. Despite his notorious behavior, some girls still went after him, hoping to get the chance to be his 'Girl of the week' and they loved it when he spoke the language of love - French.

Gilbert, the narcissistic and 'awesome' one. He always goes around proclaiming to the world how awesome he is. He praises himself wherever he goes, be it the classroom, toilet or even on his blog, he never fails to praise himself. Surprisingly, despite his 'awesomeness', he had been single ever since he entered high school, never showing interest in a single girl in the school. Although he was a 'loud' guy, his private life was relatively unknown to the fans. However, his mysterious private life just made even more girls go nuts over him.

Including Madeline.

She watched as the trio, surrounded by a throng of lovesick girls, walked past her. She looked at him, he laughed and talked animatedly, gesticulating his arms in the air. He looked like he was having a good time talking to the group of boisterous girls.

What was she compared to them?

She was quiet, boring, anti-social and invisible to everyone. Why would a popular and loud guy like him want to associate with a loner girl like her? Anyway, most of the world didn't even acknowledge her presence, and it wasn't only the students, it was also the teachers. When taking attendance, the teacher would call out her name and she would raise her hand, the teacher never saw her hand and marked her as absent. She always had to go look for the teacher to tell him she was present. She really hoped she would one day be recognized or at least her presence would be acknowledged by others. Hoping that at least he would realize her existence.

It wasn't like she hadn't tried to be noticed. She was in the same class as the trio. She studied extremely hard, topping the level regularly, hoping that her grades would make up for her invisibility, hoping to be recognized, hoping to be noticed by him.

He never did.

She sighed at the thought of her futile attempts. What exactly made him so attractive?, she wondered. Was it his albino skin that reminded her of the beautiful snowcapped Rockies back home? Or was it his piercing red eyes that reminded her of the maple trees in Autumn?

It was just so frustrating!

She glanced at her watch, 6.50am, 10 more minutes before class starts; she could afford to take a slow stroll to class. She grabbed her books and gently shut the door of her locker. She sighed again.

It looks like its going to be another normal day.

Or she thought so…