:D My first attempt at a fanfiction! WOOT! Haha...sooo...yeah :D!

I do not own Hetalia. Really wish I did...but, I don't! Enjoy!

It was supposed to be like any other Friday at school. He would eat during his stupid, normal lunch with a stupid, annoying break and then one stupid, shitty class to go to before he could get the fuck out of here!

But…when was it ever that easy?

"Ve~ Lovi! Wait!"

"What the hell do you want?" came his irritable reply.

"Aren't you excited about the project teacher gave us? I can't wait to get started!" chirped Feliciano as he skipped down the pathway they walked.

"Hell no."

He had been so close to a homework -(and thus, people) free weekend until that crazy bitch…er…teacher…had gotten fed up with the class again and cracked. It replayed in his mind…

"EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!" rang her shout throughout the classroom.

Everyone immediately did as they were told and returned to their seats. As soon as they had, the teacher sat on her desk up front and smiled pleasantly.

"Before you all leave here today, you'll be divided into pairs and given your specially selected year-end project. Haha, and you're all doing it or spending another year in this class!" she smiled wider as if that thought hadn't actually disturbed her. Some of the other students thought otherwise.

"HAHAHA! This'll be a piece of cake! Heroes never fail!" spluttered Alfred, standing up in the most absurd, yet hero-like pose he could muster.

"…I wasn't finished yet," answered the teacher. The American immediately sat back down and murmured something about Hungarian ghosts and not wanting to piss them off.

"Idiot," whispered the Brit sitting next to him.

"Mrs. Hedervary! What is the assignment, if you please?" replied a quiet boy sitting near the windows.

"I'm getting there, Kiku. After I tell you all of your partners, I'll reveal the staff's choice for this year's assignment! So, let's get on that now! Everyone, stand up!"

Everyone stood up and moved to one wall of the classroom, readying themselves to be grouped. When the shuffling of shoes and the complaints of rivals had finally died down, Mrs. H held up her clipboard and began.

"Okay! First…Alfred and Arthur!"

There was an audible thud somewhere within the crowd.

"HAHA! The dude fainted!" exclaimed Alfred, leaning over the now-pale Brit.

"Oh…well, just keep him there for now…" smiled Mrs. H, "Let's get back to the list!"

It took quite a while, but eventually the all the pairs were announced. Feliciano was with Ludwig, Kiku with Heracles, Matthew with Francis…it was the usual groups. Everyone had been accounted for except Lovino.

"Hey~ Mrs. H! You forgot Lovi, ve~~~!" Feliciano piped up.

Damn!

"Oh! I'm sorry, Lovino! I forgot we had an odd amount of people in class! Looks like you'll just have to pair up with my assistant!" Mrs. H smiled wider.

It was at that moment that the door was thrust open by the nearly-always absent assistant to which Mrs. H referred.

All the color drained from Lovino's face.

Hell. Fucking. NO!

"Alright, Elisaveta! I put all the supplies in the closet down the hall!" smiled the Spaniard.

"Ah! Antonio, thank you! Now…I have one more TINY thing for you to do. Could you be Lovi's partner in our class project?"

"FUCK NO!" yelled Lovino, nearly jumping out of his seat, "I'm NOT pairing up with this tomato-bastard!"

"Of course I can!" replied Antonio, his smile growing larger.

"That's great!" exclaimed Elisaveta, ignoring Lovino's protests as she slammed her clipboard down on the desk.

"HELL NO! I'M NOT PAIRING UP WITH THIS FUCKING, TOMATO-SHOVELING-"

Elisaveta had rapid-dashed to his desk, ruler in hand, and silenced him with a glare. The woman was terrifying when she was angry!

"Now~! Is there anyone else who'd like to object? Speak now or forever hold your peace~!"

No one dared breathe.

"Good! Okay. So, your assignment is to create a dance for the school talent show. You have two weeks! NO exceptions! And, with that…I pray thee well. Class dismissed."

Lovino hurriedly stuffed his supplies into his backpack and bolted out of the classroom. He made it as far as the corner before being grabbed by the waist from behind.

"I'll come pick you up around three, okay?" grinned the Spaniard as he released his hold and walked in the opposite direction.

"LIKE HELL YOU WILL!" Lovino managed before Antonio completely disappeared from view.

Every time he thought it over, Lovino ended up more and more…well, Lovino.

That Hungarian bitch! Who the fuck does she think she is, anyways? And, that Spanish bastard! With his tanned skin and his…sparkling, emerald…eyes…

His thoughts were interrupted when he finally realized that Feliciano was staring with a look of awe and wonder.

"What? What is it?"

"Did Fratello have a good dream?" replied the smaller Italian.

"What? What do you want?"

"Did you have a good dream? Your face is all red and you're smiling! Ve~ Fratello must have had a good thought!"

"WHAT? NO, IT WAS NOTHING!"

"Ve~!" Feli smiled and continued skipping down the pavement softly spouting some more nonsense about something or other.

"Shit," Lovi muttered, biting his cheek before continuing onward.

A/N: So...:D First chapter ever on the site! And...it's short (annoyed). :) I promise to have something more attention-grabbing for my next! Thank you!