I do not own Hetalia! /sobs.
"Hey Spain. I have the next class with you. Can you help me get there please?" He looked down at me and smiled.
"Of course senorita~! Sigueme!" He started walking down the hall and I followed right behind him. We walked in silence for a bit before he finally spoke up. "Oh! You might get to meet mi tomate today~!" He announced.
"Your tomato?" I asked curiously.
"My close friend Romano. He has a foul mouth and short-temper though." I smiled.
"I'm somewhat the same way. I think I'll be able to handle him." Spain laughed and we continued to walk. After a while we finally stopped at one of the doors. He opened it for me and I walked inside. "Thanks."
"Oi! Where were you bastard!?" Someone shouted when we entered the room. Spain rubbed the back of his head and smiled nervously.
"I was helping _ get to class." I heard stomping and a boy with dark chestnut brown hair, hazel eyes, and a strange curl sticking out of his head came walking up to us. He snorted and looked down to me.
"Who the hell are you?" I twitched.
"My name is none of your damn business unless you ask nicely bastard." I snapped back at him. He looked surprised and a bit angrier, but he scoffed and asked again.
"Fine. Who are you?"
"_ _. New to this school. You?"
"Lovino Vargas. But I prefer Romano." He crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance.
"See? Was that so hard?" I pat his head like a dog and he turned his face away. My eyes wandered over to his strange curl and I slowly reached over. I pinched it and gave it a small tug. Romano snatched my wrist quickly with bright red cheeks.
"Don't touch. My curl!" He yelled and tightened his grip. I let the curl go and I pulled my wrist out of his grasp. I rubbed it and glared at him. He glared back. It was like we were trying to see who would flinch first under the intense anger in our glares. But our war had to end as Spain came between us and put his arms around our shoulders cheerfully.
"Come on mi amigos! No need to fight. Let's go take our seats, no?" He let us go and began to push Romano and I towards some desks by the window. I felt someone's eyes boring into the back of my head as I was being pushed. I didn't like it. I sat in the desk closest to the window. I had Romano sit to my right and Spain sit in the desk in front of me again. He turned in his seat and smiled. "Would you like to meet some more amigos senorita?"
"Um...sure?"
"Hola! We have a new student! Who wants to meet her?" Spain called out to the class.
"New student!? I do! I do!" A loud, obnoxious voice called over everyone else. I heard loud footsteps and desks being pushed around to come over to us three. I stared out the window to hide my flushed face from everyone. What the hell is he thinking just calling out like that? That damn Spaniard. Someone slammed their hand onto my desk and I jumped in shock. "Hey there new girl! My name is Alfred F. Jones and I'm the hero of this school! But you can just call me America!" I looked over my shoulder to see another boy grinning widely at me. He had sandy brown hair and aquamarine blue eyes that shone with excitement. He also had glasses on his face and a weird piece of hair sticking out on the top of his head.
"Um...Hi there. I'm _ _. Nice to meet you?"
"Hahahaha! Take that England!"
"Take /what/ you git?!" Another boy shouted back at him. His face red in anger. He sighed irritably and made his way over. "Hello there. My name is Arthur Kirkland. But people call me England around here. And you are, love?" He held his hand out sweetly. I gladly took it.
"_ _." I smiled up at him. "You are the only sane one here I met so far!" He chuckled and released my hand. He wasn't to bad looking honestly. He even had a nice British accent to match. He had bright blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and fair skin.
"Trust me. There are a lot more crazier people than who you met so far, love."
"Oh really? Damn." I muttered. I suddenly heard a small cute laughter and a strange green flying bunny flew in front of my face. It had the scent of mint.
"Flying Mint Bunny! You're here! I want you meet _ _. She's new here." England smiled. I waved at him and pet Flying Mint Bunny's head.
"Nice to meet you!" I giggled. "You're so cute~!" Flying Mint Bunny flew over to me and nuzzled my cheek. I looked over to England and he seemed to be shocked and amazed at the same time. "What?"
"You can see him too?" He asked.
"Uh...yeah? What? Can no one else see him?"
"_? What are you doing? You were talking to yourself." America pointed out.
"No I wasn't. I was talking to Flying Mint Bunny." I responded.
His bright blue eyes widened and he looked mockingly upset. "Oh geez. Another England!" America screamed and buried his face in his hands.
"Ignore them. They're idiots." A female voice piped up next to me.
"I can tell." I laughed.
"Hi there. My name is Elizaveta. Also known as Hungary around here." She smiled at me and shook my hand.
"Dude, Hungary! We are not idiots!" She let go of my hand and turned to America dangerously. She seemed to have pulled out a frying pan from who knows where and waved it in front of his face.
"Don't make me use this America. I will do it. I use it on Prussia all the time and everyone knows it." She muttered evilly. America gulped and hid behind England who only scoffed at her threat.
"Come on you wanker! It's not that bad!" England yelled the man hiding behind him.
"I-It just reminded me of a h-horror movie I saw o-once. That's all! I-I'm the hero after all! I'm not scared of a f-frying pan! Hahaha~!" His laugh was still loud but it had a hint of nervousness in it. I shrugged it off. That was everyone who wanted to get up and meet me and I started to get more comfortable around them. That's when I noticed someone hiding in the corner of the room. He had long blonde hair, glasses that look similar to America's, another strange curl on top of his head, and a cute polar bear in his arms.
I stood up and the small group watched me leave. The boy seemed to be trembling and I smiled at him.
"Hi there. What's your name?" I asked him. He let out a strange squeak noise and turned to me. He had smooth indigo eyes.
"M-My name is Matthew W-Williams. But I'm also c-called Canada." He spoke in a whisper and he gave me a small smile. I returned it nicely.
"Guys, I think _ is crazy. She's been talking to herself for the past 5 minutes!" America exclaimed again. I heard the sound of something heavy cutting through the air and America shriek in terror.
"So what are you doing sitting in the corner by yourself?" I sat in the desk next to him and gave him a curious glance.
"O-Oh! I always sit here. N-No one really notices me a-anyways.."
"How can they not notice you? You're a person like everyone else."
"I might as well not be." He rested his chin on the top of his polar bear's head and sighed sadly. I squinted and studied him for a moment. He caught me staring and his cheeks grew pink. "Wh-why are you staring at me?"
"You look like America." I pointed out bluntly.
"Y-Yeah. He's my brother."
"He's your brother?" I asked.
He nodded. "B-But even he forgets me or doesn't even know I'm here."
I was gaping at him. That's so mean, dude!nI turned my head and shouted to America. "Oi! America! Get over here!" His head turned in my direction and he looked shaken as he walked over to me. I bet Hungary scared the hell out of him with her frying pan.
"Wh-what _?"
"Where's Canada?" I folded my arms in front of my chest.
"Huh? You mean Mattie? He should be here because we have the same class right now." He called out, surprised.
"I-I'm right here America." Canada spoke up.
America blinked and suddenly slammed his hand on the desk like earlier. "Whoa dude! How'd ya do that bro?! You just kinda faded into the picture!" America was grinning like a total idiot and Canada sighed.
"No he didn't. He's been here the whole time! How could not even see if your own brother is here or not!?" I flailed my arms around.
"What are you talking about?" America asked stupidly.
I let out an annoyed sigh. "Never mind! Just...make sure to talk to Canada more. It's mean to neglect him."
America stuck out his thumb and jabbed it into his chest. "Will do _!"
I sighed and turned back to Canada smiling. His cheeks were a brilliant pink and he was trying to hide his face in the polar bear.
"Th-Thank you A-Amber. That's the n-nicest thing anyone h-has done f-for me before."
"You're welcome. Oh, and if America is being an idiot again just tell me alright?" I pat his head kindly and headed back to my desk only to have Romano stare at me intensely. I started to feel uncomfortable again under his glare and I turned to him angrily. "Why the hell do you keep staring at me dammit?"
"You're strange." Was his blunt answer. I took out my sketchpad and whacked him on the head.
"Chigi! What was that for?"
"For being...weird."
"So chica. How'd you like meeting everyone?" Spain turned in his seat eating a tomato and gave me a warm smile. I ignored Romano cursing in Italian and looked to Spain.
I smiled back and laughed. "It was interesting. But I feel like I made some new friends already. And wait...where did you get the tomato?!"
"Hm? Oh! I always have an emergency stash of tomatoes with me! They're my favorite~!" He held it out to me. "Want a bite?"
"Uh...s-sure?" I leaned forward a nibbled a bit off the side. I blushed from embarrassment of Spain watching me while I bit off a piece.
"Aww. You're so cute! Your face is red like a tomate. Did I mention I like tomates?" Spain wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and turned my head to avoid eye contact with him.
"Y-Yes, you mentioned you like tomatoes. But...you're talking about the actual fruit." I mumbled. Spain laughed and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Nuzzling his nose into my cheek.
"So cute~~." I yelped and blushed.
"G-Get off me Spain!" I pushed his arms off me and let out a small laugh. What is up with this guy?
"Oh my. I'm so sorry for being late everyone. I had to pull my little sister off of my younger brother." I heard a woman's voice say over everyone else's. I directed my attention to the front and my eyes widened at the sight of the teacher. Her boobs were huge! She was going through some papers on her desk and she looked close to tears. She picked one up and looked up. "_ _?"
"Yes?"
"S-Since you are new and all, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Ms. Ukraine and I'll be your Algebra II teacher for this semester." She answered with a smile.
I smiled in return. "Alrighty."
"Yo teach! Can we not do any work today? Cause I mean, math sucks." America exclaimed.
Ms. Ukraine whimpered. "B-But it's my job." She pointed out.
"Please? We can just pretend to do work! That way we don't have to do anything and you won't get caught!" He tried to negotiate.
Ms. Ukraine brought her hands to her face and cried crocodile tears. "I-I'm so sorry children! But I just can't do that!" She sobbed.
I chuckled. This is going to one hell of a year.