A/n: I do not own the characters of this fanfic. Although...how great would that be?

Hetalia Gakuen Fanfic

Chapter One: Moving In

In Italy there lives a boy named Romano Vargas. He has dark brown hair and hazel eyes, switching from green to dark brown. He has a wild long curl that rests on the right side of his head and secretly acts as an erogenous zone, but luckily no one else knows that. When he is not at school he likes to wear a khaki uniform with 3/4-length sleeves. Romano is fifteen years old and lives with his father. He has a twin brother named Feliciano whom he hasn't seen in ten years, since their parents divorced and each parent took one of them.

While he stayed with his father in Italy, Feliciano moved with their mother to an island far away. The two have not even so much as spoken since then because their father would stop any letters sent from one to the other before they knew of it. Romano has become a very strict and easily angered boy towards other males. He has become a delinquent to the point of even being involved in the mafia. Not a high position in it, of course, but he gets to be pushed around by them. Is that really good? Well, at least he isn't on their bad side.

So anyways, with all of these things that have happened god has decided to bitch slap him again. Hard. He's standing out in the rain in a black suit, water drenching him despite the umbrella. The reason he's out in the rain? A damned funeral. And who died? Well, his father of course. Of-fucking-course. He stands there, alone except for the minister. Well, that's about the only types of people who liked him anyways; Romano and those he was paying.

The father finishes and shares his condolences with Romano before leaving the brunette to stare at the casket lowering into the ground, the only thought running in his head is whether or not his dead father will drown. He scoffs at the thought of worrying over the dead body of that damned bastard who took everything from him, and gave him everything else in return. It doesn't make sense that this whole time he's been counting the days to the bastards death, to his own freedom, but now that it's here…what's he supposed to do?

No friends, no family, nothing but himself. He could join the mafia fully and live under their care, but the thought of everything he'd have to do in order to stay sends chills down the boy's spine. If only he knew where his mother is. Where Feliciano is. Or even what they both looked like now. When he was still young he would close his eyes and try to remember them both. By the time he turned twelve though, he completely gave up since all he could see was fuzzy images, the only things that were clear were their carefree smiles. Maybe if he lived with them he could find something to smile about as well.

He quickly shakes his head, trying to rid his mind of depressing things and settle on the main issue for now-dinner. Dropping a rose that's now broken from the hard rain in front of the tombstone he quickly turns and heads back to their small house. Once he arrives he notices a car and sighs. They were already here to collect what they could of value.

Romano entered his home and came face to face with a cheery brunette woman. "My baby! My little Romano!" She runs forward and pulls him into a tight hug. "M-mother…? What are you doing here?" Romano asks confused and his mother pulls him closer and kisses his forehead. "Fratello!" Feliciano exclaims from behind him and Romano looks at him in awe. The small boy he remembered is now a teen and looks eerily similar to himself, of course it would make sense since they are twins, but it was still freaky.

He has short brown hair and brown eyes with the same curl as Romano on the left side of his head, although his is slightly lower. His eyes also radiated a warm kindness that Romano was completely unfamiliar with. Feliciano locks eyes with his big brother before running to him and pulling him into a hug. "I've missed you so much, fratello!" "Wh-what are you doing! GET OFF!" Romano pushes the boy away and quickly feels bad over the dejected look now on Feliciano's face. "I'm sorry…fratello…" Their mother frowns and places a hand on Romano's shoulder. "Come on, your stuff is going to be sent to my house."

Romano looks away and nods hesitantly. He's wanted to see them for so long, but he doesn't know how he should act with them anymore. To be subjected to such kindness, it's far too foreign and awkward. Why can't they just be moody and rude like his father? He looks at the two people smiling in front of him and feels a strange mixture of sadness and joy fill his chest. "Is that alright with you, Romano?" His mother asks and Romano nods stiffly.

He fills all the suitcases he can with his clothes and other things before packing it in the rented car and piling onto the plane. With his brother talking his ear off on his left, he stares out the window to his right, vaguely hearing something about the school he's going to being filled with people from practically every country in the world. How he's good friends with a boy named Ludwig, who is from Germany, how there's a Japanese boy named Kiku who is his second best friend, and how some teacher named Wang Yao, from china, is dating his friend Kiku and always makes them all great lunches, although Feliciano makes some stuff for Ludwig's lunch as well.

Romano's hand wasn't turning into a fist. He wasn't jealous. He hasn't seen him in forever, so why would he care? That's right, he doesn't. "I love you, fratello!" Feliciano coos and Romano blushes, glaring over at him. "WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM, DAMNIT!" "Ve~! Fratello is jealous, right? Don't worry, even though we haven't met for years, I still love you most, fratello!"

Romano blushes deeply and looks away. "Aw~! Fratello is shy~! You were when we were little, too!" Feliciano coos and Romano looks at him surprised. "Y-you remember those times?" "Of course, I loved when we were all together." Romano glares at him. "Then why did you never write! You never even wrote back when I wrote to you!" Feliciano looks at him confused. "I wrote you all the time. I have all these years. And I never got anything back from you." "Wha…? I never got any letters from anyone." Romano's face darkens. "That bastard…if he were still alive, I'd kill him myself!" "Ve~? Romano missed me to? Yay!"

The darker haired brunette blushes and stutters before it's time to get off the plane. "Come on, I'll bring you home!" Feliciano exclaims as their mother stays behind to get some things taken care of. "I don't want to go home yet, so I'm just going to walk around a little. Give me your number and I'll call you after." Romano mutters and Feliciano frowns for a second before smiling at him. "Ok, fratello!" "I'll be back later, Feliciano." Feliciano grabs his arm before yanking him into a tight hug. "Be careful, fratello!" "Get off! I can take care of myself, I'm not a damned baby!" Romano yells, his face going bright red as he pushes the boy away.

After successfully getting the boy off of him he heads out for a walk. He goes around town, walking over a bridge and heading past the large high school. Coming to a stop, he stares at the large building in an unreadable expression. "Ah~! A new student!" Romano feels a chill run down his spine at the heavily French accent. He turns to come face to face with an adult man, probably around twenty-six. Said man has shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes that would make a prostitute squirm uncomfortably and a small amount of facial hair. "Wh-wh-who are you?" The man takes his hand and kisses it. "I am Francis Bonnefoy, and you?"

Romano twitches and punches him in the face. "DON'T. TOUCH. ME. STUPID PERVERTED FRENCH BASTARD!" As the blonde man lies on the ground Romano stomps off quickly. "What the hell is up with this place! Not even ten minutes here and I meet some creepy pervert!" He mumbles a slew of curses under his breath before coming across a seemingly random tomato garden. A really good one.

Romano felt himself taking in a deep breath to smell the scent of ripe, delicious tomatoes. "Mmm...I haven't had a tomato all day…" He feels his feet moving towards the garden. "Well hello!" His body comes to a full stop to see a man in the garden. The man has nice tan skin and bright green eyes. He smiles over at the shocked Romano as he runs a tan hand through his short wavy brown hair. "I haven't seen you on the island before…but you look a lot like little Feliciano! What's your name? Are you the twin he's always talking about? Hello? Heeellllooooo?" The man waves a hand in front of Romano's face.

"Hm…he's shocked? Well…maybe…." He grabs a tomato and gently places it against Romano's cheek. The boy quickly snaps out of it and grabs the tomato before turning bright red. "Y-you…idiot…" "Oh my! Quite the brave thing to say to a complete stranger! Ahhh~! You're face is like a tomato's!" The man coos and Romano goes even brighter before accidentally squeezing the tomato in his hand. "AH!" "NOO!" Romano practically cries at the sight of the ruined tomato.

"DAAAAAMMMMMNIIIIIIIIIT!" He yells before glaring over at the man. "Wooow you lose your temper pretty quick, huh? Well let's go inside and clean up that mess. Then you can take as many tomatoes home as you like!" Romano glares at him. "Pervert…I'm not going in a house with you! I've watched those American shows like…um…oh yeah! HOW TO CATCH A PREDATOR! I WILL NOT BE YOUR SEX TOY IN EXCHANGE FOR TOMATOES!"

The man listens to him with a calm smile on his face. "I'm not a predator. My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." Romano raises a brow. "I don't give a shit what your name is! Let alone your middle name! HOW STUPID ARE YOU!" Antonio grabs his clean hand and drags him inside. "LET GO! LET GO!" "What's your name?" "Ugh…if I tell you, will you let me go…?" "Yes." Romano blushes and looks down. "Fine…it's Romano Lovino Vargas." Antonio's eyes light up. "You gave your middle name!" "I WAS BEING IRONIC! STUPID OLD MAN! AND STOP STARING AT ME!" Romano yells and Antonio laughs, leading him into a bathroom. "You can wash up in here! I'll be out back!" "Ugh…annoying old man…"

He comes out of the bathroom and heads out back to see Antonio gathering tomatoes and humming a Spanish song. "Ah! Come on over and take some tomatoes." Romano looks at him confused. "Are all people on this island either overly touchy or overly kind?" Antonio laughs a little. "Overly touchy, huh? I suppose that means you met Francis." "What creepy kind of man kisses a young boy's hand? Ugh…how weird…stupid French…" "Francis." "Ugh, stupid Spaniard as well…" Antonio smiles. "You are quite the handful, aren't you? Well, you need to get use to that man, since he's a teacher." Romano twitches. "Lame…"

Antonio hands him a basket full of large ripe tomatoes. "Here ya go! You should head home. It's almost night time." Romano stares at the basket, then Antonio before grabbing it and taking out his phone. "Hm...let's see…" His lip and eye twitch slightly. "Romano? What is it?" "My phone…is dead…" "Ohhh you were gonna ask Ita-chan to bring you home huh?" "Ita-chan?" "Just a nickname. Most of the adults call him it. So…you don't know where your brother and mother live, huh?" Antonio stands up and grins. "I'll bring you home then!"

Romano twitches. "Damnit, just when I thought I got rid of this tomato bastard…" He mutters and Antonio looks at him hurt. "How could you say that!" "Easy, I don't like you." "Ehhhh! Why! Lovi you're too cruel!" "LOVI!" Antonio sighs and grabs the boy's hand, ignoring the struggling. "Come on, let's go before your mother worries." He feels Romano relax slightly. "You know my mother…?" "Oh of course! Everyone knows everyone on the island! You and Ita-chan are actually the only kids here whose mother is on the island!"

Romano stares at the ground. "What…is she like?" Antonio looks over at him, surprised. "You don't know? Oh that's right…your parents divorced on some pretty bad terms…well…she's the perfect woman." Romano glares up at him. "Keep your hands off my mother, pervert." "No, no…not like that! She's a beautiful woman and all, but she's much too old for me." "OH SO SHE'S A HAG!" He head butts Antonio's back. "GAH! JESUS KID! She's just not my type. But she is a very kind woman. The only adult woman around here who isn't a teacher. We have very few women on the island. I believe it's around…four. Yep, four women on the island. Of course it is an all-boy's school…so…I suppose that's why…"

Romano looks at him confused. "I thought there was a few girls as students…" "Nope! All teachers! Why? Disappointed?" Antonio teases and Romano glares. "No more disappointed than I'm betting you are." "Hmm…I don't really care. Not a huge lady fan anyways." Romano twitches and forces himself to not pull away and run. "I see…so you're…" "I guess, but I haven't exactly ever dated any gender…so…" Antonio mutters, blushing a little. "How old are you?" "Um…twenty…five…" He coughs a little awkwardly and Romano snickers. "Pathetic." "How would you know? You're just some kid." "I bet I'll lose mine before I'm twenty-five. Hell, who knows? Maybe even twenty."

Antonio rolls his eyes and mutters. "If they can put up with your personality…" Romano stares at the ground. "I...I..." "Ah! No! I didn't mean it! You're a good kid, just awkward! I could help you out! We could-!" Antonio stops himself and notices the dark glare from Romano. "I hate you…now hurry up and bring me home." "R-right…" The older man mutters nervously and quickly leads him to a large white house a little down the road from his own. "This is your home." Antonio says sweetly and Romano yanks his hand away from the older brunettes. "Th…ah…um…" Romano stutters and Antonio laughs a little before pulling the boy into a tight hug from behind. "You're so cute!" "GAH! GET OFF OF ME TOMATO BASTARD! DAMNIT!"

The door opens and Feliciano and their mother poke their heads out. "Antonio…?" "Romano!" Feliciano exclaims as he runs down to the boy still trapped in Antonio's arms. "F-Feliciano! Get this parasite off of me!" Romano yells. "Group huuuug!" Feliciano jumps over and wraps his arms around the other two. "Ahhh, hello Ita-chan!" "Good evening Tony!" The boys' mother stares down at them confused. "Antonio…"

Antonio looks up and smiles at their mother. "Hello Ms. Vargas!" "Why were you out here holding my son? Are you why he was so late?" Romano stares at the woman in shock, noticing the glare. "U-um…mom…I was walking around town and…he gave me a tomato which I accidently squished so I washed up and he gave me a basket full." He explains and immediately notices his mother calm down. Oh! Tomatoes! We can make home-made pasta!" Feliciano exclaims and Romano twitches. "You aren't using all of them to make pasta! I love pasta also, but I need some tomatoes!" Antonio lets go of Romano and backs away, letting Feliciano hug his brother. "Well, I'm off then. See you later, Lovi~!"

Feliciano and their mother look at him confused. "Lovi?" "DON'T CALL ME THAT YOU STUPID OLD MAN! I HATE YOU!" Romano yells out to the laughing Spaniard. "So cute~!" "WHOSE CUTE YOU IDIOT!" Feliciano begins to drag the fuming Romano into the house. "Ve~! You get along with Antonio so well~!" Romano glares at him darkly. "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Again." "Uwaaahhh~! Romano is so scary~!" Feliciano coos and Romano rolls his eyes.

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a/n: this is my first story in like YEARS.