SUP. So this is one of the first fanfiction's I've actually worked on in a while. Mainly focusing on one of my favorite Hetalia characters and my favorite pairing he is in and my least. I wanted to write something different than I usually do so here, have this~ *I don't own Hetalia. Title is from Taking Back Sunday thank you very much.*

Chapter One.

There really weren't a lot of people that liked him. His bad personality scared many potential friends and girlfriends away. It got to the point where he just didn't try. Claiming he hated everyone. The only one able to get close to him was his younger twin brother. His personality was not as harsh as his older twin and he had many friends but kept two of them very close. He had made it his goal to find a friend for his brother.

"Ve~ come on, Romano~. It will be fun!" Feliciano pulled his brother along towards the soccer field. He insisted they join the soccer team since it was something the both of them enjoyed. Silently, Romano followed, scowling as they got closer. He didn't think this was such a good idea.

The coach talked about the basics of practices, games, etc. He then had partnered the group of freshmen and sophomore boys with each other and gave them a ball. "Show me what you guys got!"

Romano and Feliciano weren't paired together. The boy Romano was paired with kept taunting him and complained about how Romano barely tried. He started to get angry and when the ball was passed to him, he stopped it and kicked it violently straight at the other boy, nailing him in the stomach and knocking the air out of him.

"Vargas! Bench! Now!" The coach yelled as he and the other boys ran over. Romano huffed and went over to the bench, scowling.

After try-outs, the coach called Romano to the side. The Italian expected to be scolded for hurting the boy but instead, the coach asked if he wanted to be on the team. "We could really use a good kicker like you. I haven't seen a powerful kick like that since…since I don't know when!" Romano smiled slightly, he felt needed, and he liked that feeling. Nodding, Romano agreed to join the team.

"Nice practice you guys! Feel free to go!" The coach stretched his back out and grabbed his bag.

Romano wiped the sweat from his forehead and picked up his soccer ball. It was the fourth practice since the team roaster was posted. Both of the Vargas twins had made the team along with Feliciano's friend Gilbert – a senior who had been on the team since he was a freshman. Romano didn't like him or his younger brother that Feliciano had found himself very attached to. He had no reason, he just didn't like them/

Romano grabbed his things and started heading out of the school lot. Footsteps came running from behind as Romano was suddenly jerked back. "Wh-what—"

"Romano~!" It was his brother. "Gilbert said he wanted us to come hang out at his house~! Ludwig and Kiku and some others are going to be there too!"

Romano frowned. It was bad enough he had to be on the same team as Gilbert, he had no need to hang out with him outside of soccer practice. "I'm quite alright." He tried tugging his arm away from his brother.

"B-but Romano! It would be fun~!"

"I said no, Feliciano. I'm not interested." He pulled his arm away from his brother and turned. "Besides, I have homework. You go, I guess, just be home before it gets too late." He tossed his book bag over his shoulder and started heading home.

"Why the hell would Feliciano think I would want to go over to Gilbert's house? Honestly." Romano tossed his bag on the floor and fell onto his bed. "He knows how I am about him...He's such a bastard."

Oh well…it's not like Romano could really stop his brother from hanging out with the likes of them, those stupid Germans. After meeting them for the first time, he knew he wouldn't like them; there was just something he didn't like. Especially Gilbert, he was obnoxious and arrogant and just the thought of him irritated Romano.

"Ugh. I need to not think about that bastard." Romano sat up and rubbed his head. "I have homework…that should distract me." He moved over to the desk and went through his bag to grab his things.

Homework was always a good distraction. It made him think about something specific and usually kept him busy until all of it was gone. Romano was good at school no matter how much he hated going. He could pass anything but science…and art but he didn't count that.

After getting through his homework, struggling with science and some of the math, he felt his stomach growl and realized he hadn't eaten yet. Not really in the mood to actually cook something, he decided pizza was better than nothing. Heading down to the kitchen, he took out his phone to order some pizza from the local pizza place.

"Alright. It should be there in about a half hour~!" The cheery boy on the other side said.

"Okay, thanks, bye." And Romano flipped his phone shut. He looked up at the clock. "A half hour… close to 7:30 then. CSI should be on now." He was right. Smirking, Romano made himself comfortable on the couch and flipped on the TV.

It was nice. With Feliciano out and their Grandpa working late, he was able to have the house to himself. It was quiet and Feliciano wasn't running around, Grandpa wasn't around to try and have his "bond with Feliciano and ignore Romano" time. That was annoying. Romano wouldn't mind spending time with his Grandpa…if he wasn't so damn loud and obnoxious. And it's not like he would admit to wanting to spend time with him anyway…he would just get made fun of.

Frowning, Romano turned the volume up to drown out his thoughts and focused on the show. A body had turned up, murdered, they guessed. It was the same thing, someone was always dead and the CSI team had to figure out how they died, if they were murdered and who killed them, or if they had committed suicide. Most of the time, they were murdered and Romano liked figuring out who had killed them and how. Each time was different. There were a lot of science terms that Romano didn't know and he figured, if he watched the show in hopes it would help him in science. He didn't find that class interesting. If they got to examine dead bodies then, yeah, maybe Romano would pay more attention.

30 minutes went by quickly. As the show went to a commercial break, the doorbell rang. Romano jumped off the couch and headed to the door, pulling his wallet out from his back pocket. He looked through the peep hole in the door and saw it was the pizza boy and one he didn't recognize – a tan boy with curly dark brown hair, bright green eyes and a big grin on his face – maybe he was new.

Romano opened the door and the boy's grin widen. "Hola~! Here's your pizza sir!" Romano cringed inwardly, oh boy. "That'll be $9.99!"

"A-ah…okay th-thanks…" Romano handed the boy a 20 and took the pizza.

"Hey I'm just curious but…don't you go to school at HW?" The pizza boy asked getting Romano his change from his pocket. "You look familiar."

"What? How do you know that?" Romano glared. What even…

"You're on the soccer team, right? One of my best friend's is on the team too."

"O-oh really?" Romano wasn't really interested in the conversation. CSI was about to come back on and he just wanted to eat his pizza. Out of hope that he would leave, he asked. "Who?"

"Gilbert Weilschmidt."

Oh. Oh god why. Out of everyone on the team.

"You know him. White hair, wicked red contacts, he's pretty cool." He handed Romano his changed and smiled once again.

Romano said nothing and took the change. He didn't want to know someone else who knew Gilbert. He didn't even want to know Gilbert! Why.

"It's...Romano, right?" Why wouldn't this guy leave?

"What's it to you?" Romano was getting annoyed now. "Why do you know my name?"

"Gilbert was telling me about the cute twins on the team, two Italians. I haven't met Feliciano yet though, is he home?"

Great…someone who's also interested in Feliciano. "No he's not. Don't you have some more deliveries to do or what? Won't you get in trouble for wasting time?"

"Nah my family owns the place so I'm alright." He put his hands behind his head. "Besides, I wanted to meet you. Gil says you're quite a kicker. Soccer's my favorite sport."

"Oh."

"So do you play any other sport?"

"No. I didn't even want to play for the team."

"Oh so why did you try out?"

"I got dragged to try outs by Feliciano." Why won't he LEAVE already?

"Well you must be enjoying practice, huh? Gil said you were really good."

Okay. This was getting annoying. "Look. I don't mean to cut the conversation short but I was in the middle of an essay and the pizza is getting cold. I really could care less about Gilbert and what he says about me so please, let me go eat."

The boy blinked rapidly. "O-oh I apologize! I ramble a lot and ask questions when I meet someone new." He chuckled nervously. "Anyway, maybe I'll run into you at school. Good luck on your essay!"

"Yeah, thanks." Romano closed the door and locked it. "Geez what was with him…? Che… weirdo."

The next day, Gilbert came was waiting at Romano's locker. When Gilbert saw him, he smiled. Romano was tempted to just skip school now. "Hey morning, Romano!" Gilbert waved.

"What do you want? Do you think you can move? You're in my way." Romano crossed his arms and glared at the German who didn't even budge.

"Heard you met a buddy of mine yesterday." He chuckled. "He said you were cute."

Romano's brow furrowed and his cheeks turned red. "Wh-what the fuck are you talking about. He asked about Feliciano and talked about you and was annoying."

Gilbert shrugged. "He wants to get to know you, just saying. He thinks you're interesting. Honestly, I don't see what he sees in you but whatever!" He pushed himself off the locker and draped an arm around Romano's shoulders. "But you know~. You're always welcome to come and hang out with us~"

"Che. Like I'd come hang out with you weirdoes." Romano shoved Gilbert away and reached for his lock.

"Why do you have to be so un-awesome, Romano?" Gilbert leaned against the locker next to Romano's. "You would probably have a girlfriend if you were somewhat nicer."

"Why do you care? I don't need a girlfriend."

"Unless…"

"Unless what."

"Unless you're not interested in girls."

Romano froze, his hand holding onto his history book. He turned his head to look at Gilbert. "Are you suggesting I'm gay. Because I'm not fucking gay."

Gilbert smirked. "Oh yeah? Then get a fucking girlfriend."

"I-I-I don't want one."

"Why?" Gilbert prodded.

"Th-there's no one here I'm interested in."

"Well damn. I guess you and I will have to go girl hunting, huh?"

Romano scoffed and put his history book in his book bag. "Why the hell would I go girl hunting with you? Of all people? Fuck I'd rather go do that with Francis."

"That can be arranged." Gilbert grinned.

"I was joking you stupid bastard." Romano slammed his locker shut. "Just because I'm not interested in any girls here doesn't mean I'm gay and doesn't mean I want to go girl hunting. Besides, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Elizabeta? No. Fuck no. She's wants Roddy-rich's nuts and is jealous I'm more awesome than her."

"Whatever." Romano tossed his book bag on and walked away. Gilbert ran and slung his arm over his shoulder.

"Look. You. Me. We're gonna hang out after practice today, got it? I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Then how about a fuck no. Get off of me, will you?" Romano jabbed his elbow into Gilbert's side causing him to jump to the side.

"Alright. After practice then! Catch you at lunch!"

Thanks for reading 3 I'll try to be consistent with updates ;;; Just yell at me if I'm not.