DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the characters other than the parents and teachers. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
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Hey, everyone! I'm back again, this time with an AU-fiction. It's my first, so please be kind.
The main pairings in this will be Netherlands x Canada and America x Britain.
Human names are used.
The characters have an average age of 17/18. Some are slightly younger or older, depending on whether they have skipped or repeated a grade or not. These choices were based on their canon ages and whether or not they have siblings in the same class.
I have given 'unnamed' characters their own human names. I'll usually make it clear in the story, but here's a quick summary:
The Netherlands: Abel Diepeveen
Belgium: Judithe Diepeveen (NOTE: The surname is the same as the Netherlands' to make it realistic in this AU. This is not the surname I originally intended for Belgium.)
Luxembourg: León Diepeveen (Same goes for his surname)
Ukraine: Yekaterina Braginskaya
Denmark: Mathias Køhler
Norway: Aleksander Bondevik
Iceland: Lukas Bondevik
Taiwan: Lin Wanmei
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It had been five years.
Five years had the students of class 6A2 of the Hetalia International College spent together. This was to become their final year at the school. After this they'd all go their own ways, find their own universities to study at, and new friends. But for this upcoming year, they were still the so close A2 class. They had been like one big family in the past five years, all brothers and sisters. Friendships had been made, broken, and build up again stronger than ever. Relationships had started to establish, connecting some students even stronger than before.
But before the last year of hard work, studying and exams was to take its start, the class had a trip to Paris.
The students gathered in front of the school before the break of dawn, so they'd be in Paris before lunch.
"Ey, Roderich!" A loud albino shouted upon spotting his much more serious Austrian peer and his girlfriend.
"Gilbert, please refrain from shouting in the early morning." Roderich scolded, serious as always.
"Ah, don't be so stiff, Rode." Gilbert teased, mockingly hanging his arm around the other one's shoulder. "We're about to go on a trip, and you're not going to kill my excitement."
Elizabetha, Roderich's girlfriend, cracked her knuckles. "Gilbert. Hands off. He's mine. Or else I'll break some more than your excitement." She hissed.
The white-haired teenager instantly backed away, not wanting to get hit on the head too badly. Again. "Ah, have you seen my bro?" Gilbert asked, changing the topic and looking around.
"He's already with my stupid brother." Romano answered his question. "That stupid potato-eater." The eldest of the two Italian brothers hissed.
"Ooi! Romano!" They heard someone yell from a distance. Upon turning around, the group spotted Antonio. He had just been dropped off by his mother and was also ready to go. He casually hung his arm around Romano's shoulder. "Hello, mi corazón." He said in a softer tone, greeting his boyfriend with a quick peck on the cheek.
"Antonio, you tomato-bastard!" Romano shouted in embarrassment, as he was not yet used to being shown affection in public. Even though they had already been together for two years and a few months, Romano was still easily embarrassed. Even though it was fairly obvious they were together, he still tried very hard to prove the opposite. It wasn't uncommon for him to kick or punch Antonio. He had even nearly broken his nose once when he had come too close while they were in public. "Don't do that in front of everyone!" Romano sneered with a face as red as a tomato. "Save that for later."
Elizabetha giggled, which remained unnoticed by either.
A small distance up ahead, the last two students were dropped off by their mother. "Alfred, no shouting while you're on your trip, okay? And be sure to behave yourself. French folks can be real asses."
The boy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, mom."
"Good. Have fun, darling. And, Matthew. Be sure to stick to the group and don't let them lose sight of you. You tend to do that and you could get lost or something."
"Yes, mom."
"Okay then. Bye, sweethearts." The woman greeted her two sons before driving off.
Alfred rolled his eyes. His mother could be so overly concerned about everything. "Hey, everyone!" He loudly made everyone take notice of his arrival.
"Hey, Al!" Several of his classmates greeted.
"Yo, Abel!" Alfred greeted his Dutch classmate, giving him a hard yet friendly high-five.
"Hey, man. Hey Matt." Abel greeted back.
"Hi." Matthew nearly whispered.
Right next to him, most of the few girls in his class were chatting and giggling about stuff that didn't interest him. With them was Abel's twin sister, Judithe. The girls seemed excited. For nearly everyone, it was the first time to see their classmates in other clothes than their usual school uniform. Instead of the usual dress shirt and tie and what not, the girls all had very different senses of style. Judithe was dressed in a light turquoise summer dress, while Elizabetha had a tomboyish style. A simple t-shirt that she also would have worn if she were a boy and simple jeans. She did have an orange flower in her hair that showed her feminine side.
The same went for the guys. Usually, everyone was dressed in the same boring uniform so everyone seemed the same, but how everyone was dressed now pointed out how many different cultures and styles were actually in one class. While Abel always liked to wear jeans very low on his hips and an unbuttoned denim camp shirt over a tighter t-shirt, Antonio usually dressed in skinny jeans with a tight v-neck t-shirt, and Feliciano and Romano apparently preferred to leave the four top buttons of their shirts unbuttoned. Yes, those guys liked to show some chest.
Gilbert stood out because of the flashy texts on his t-shirts. Today, for example, his black t-shirt said in neon-green letters "Like a BOSS". He wasn't sure if it was true, but Abel had heard he had one with an arrow pointing down, saying "Funf meter". He hoped that was a lie.
The other end of the line was Arthur, who dressed like an old man in Abel's eyes. What he wore was the same as their school uniform, shirt and cardigan, but in different colours and without the tie. And thank heavens, black jeans instead of chequered trousers. And that way, everyone in the group had a different style that stood out one way or another.
The five teachers who would be leading the trip tried their best to count the students and check if everyone was actually there. They made sure to count everyone, even the unnoticeable or short students. They made sure to pay extra attention to those. It would be a disaster if they were to miss a student in the process.
Soon the students were told to drop their bags into the trunk of the bus. Quickly after they all rushed into the vehicle to get the best places next to someone they liked. It was a bit of a mess inside with everyone attempting to squeeze themselves through the small paths of the bus.
Matthew felt like he was about to get squashed because as usual, people didn't seem to notice him in the least bit. He squirmed himself through the crowd, found himself a seat and didn't pay any more attention to the other students. He didn't care if anyone would sit next to him or not, as long as they wouldn't sit on him, by mistake. Again. Especially Ivan had done that a few times, simply because he didn't notice him sitting there.
There appeared to be one person who did seem to notice him this time. Abel. The tall teenager dropped himself on the seat next to Mathew casually. "Hey, Matty."
"Please don't call me that."
"Sure. Matty." He teasingly added. Matthew rolled his eyes and gave him a weak slap on the shoulder.
"You didn't want to sit with your sister?"
Abel looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What, and spend seven hours listening to what a cute dress Lin is wearing? No thanks. I'll pass."
Matthew sniggered. "It takes eight hours at least to get from Brussels to Paris, you knew that, right?"
"Yeah. The rest of the time she'd be bitching about what an asshole I am and how much I stink."
For Matthew, the decision not to respond to that was quickly made. Comments about his smoking habit were never appreciated, so Matthew wisely refrained from speaking. He also decided not to start about Abel and his always so charming choice of words. That guy did have a foul mouth sometimes, but somehow, he himself hardly seemed to notice.
Mr. Trouillefou, the teacher in charge for this trip looked at his watch impatiently. They were already five minutes late on schedule, and that loud bunch of teenagers just wouldn't hurry up. The man tied his shoulder length black hair into a ponytail to distract himself from his own irritation.
When his class was finally ready, he took the microphone. "Listen up, everyone! So. We're about to go to Paris. Who's excited?"
The majority of teenagers replied with a loud 'me!'.
"We'll be on this bus for the next eight hours or so, so try not to annoy each other too much."
Gilbert, sitting all the way in the back of the bus, sniggered. "I bet he only said that because I threw paper airplanes at him in first year when we went to that amusement park in Holland. And last year."
"You're such an idiot." Ludwig said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I am more mature than you are. Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?"
"You're just boring and stiff."
"You call it boring and stiff, I call it disciplined."
The albino leaned back with his hands comfortably behind his head. "Heh. Discipline can kiss my Arsch."
Ludwig shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Which is exactly the reason you've already repeated a grade twice."
"Hey, hey. That's a little below the belt." Gilbert defended himself. He usually pretended not to care too much, but he didn't like to be reminded of the fact he wasn't the brightest or most disciplined student. At least he tried.
While the two German brothers were still quarrelling, Trouillefou was still telling them what to do and what not to do. The man with the charming French accent took his place in the front of the bus, and they finally left on an eight-hour journey to Paris.
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Well…chapter 1. A bit of a general introduction to the setting. I hope you like the general idea a bit. I will outline the main characters a little more in the next chapter.
TRANSLATIONS:
mi corazón = (Litterally) my heart, but it is used as endearing name, such as darling, sweetheart etc.
Funf meter = Five metres. Every Prussia fan should know that one. ;)
Arsch = Ass. But that was fairly obvious.
