Notes:

1) Characters may be OOC, but I'm trying.

2) Rating for mild language and ideologically sensitive humor.

3) Human names are used. The setting is Gakuen Hetalia. (sr.=senior)(jr.=junior)(so.=sophmore)(fr.=freshman)

4) Names with * by them, are not official names.

Prussia(Gilbert)- 18(sr.); Belarus(Natalia)- 16(jr.); (Feliciano)- 15(so.); /Romano(Lovino)- 16(jr.); Germany(Ludwig)- 17(jr.); Spain(Antonio)- 17(sr.); France(Francis)- 18(sr.); Russia(Ivan)- 18(sr.); Hungary(Elizaveta)- 17(sr.); Austria(Roderich)- 18(sr.); America(Alfred)-16(So.); England(Arthur)-17 (jr.); Seychelles(Rachel*)- 15(so.); Ukraine(Katyusha*)- 18(sr.); Taiwan(Meimei*)- 15(so.); Japan(Kiku)- 16(jr.); Canada (Matthew)-16(so.); Sealand(Peter)- 14(fr.); Latvia(Raivis)- 15(fr.); Switzerland(Vash)-18(sr.); Liechtenstein(Lili)- 14(fr.)

(Translation notes at end)...(I really like google translate...bahaha)

"Are you alright?"

Gilbert looked up suddenly with shocked eyes staring at the girl infront of him. "W...What?"

Natalia puckered her lower lip out and averted her eyes from the man, tensing up. "Well, um, you don't seem yourself," she replyed.

Gilbert continued to look at the girl in shock. She noticed.

Getting embarressed, Natalia spat, "What? It's not like you ever talk to me otherwise!" She glared daggers at him. Gilbert finally looked away from her and chuckled slightly.

The two had five of their eight classes together. In two of them, they sat right next to each other, and in another, they frequently were suppose to be lab partners but somehow always got out of it (more than likely, they traded with someone else). Gilbert had never put the peices together that the 'psychotic, incestist bitch' in his classes, and this cute, blonde cafe worker were the same person.

Stuttering slightly, Natalia managed to say "Wh-what's so funny?" she furrowed her brows as if trying to examin the situation. Gilbert wiped an invisible tear from his laughter. He went quiet with a smile and shook his head.

"Nevermind. It doesnt matter," Gilbert glanced out the window to see two English boys with an American.

"Dude, Arthur! Why won't you tell me anything about this Seychellian chick!" a blonde American boy complained to his friend.

"Quite frankly, Alfred, you should know a few things about her. She is in your grade," the older of the British boys replyed. "By the way, it's Seychellois, you incoherent twit."

"Whatever, man! Just tell me!" Alfred whined.

"Shut your mouth, Alfred! You are so annoying!" the younger British boy exclaimed.

"Dude, shut up, Peter! You don't know shit!" Alfred barked back. Arthur wacked his younger brother in the back of the head.

"Ouch! Bloody hell, Arthur! What on earth was that for?" Peter yammered.

Arthur sighed in distress. "Peter, I said you could come with us if you kept you bloody mouth shut," he said trying to keep his cool. Alfred kind of chuckled in the background like the tool he was. "And, Alfred, I don't need to explain to you why I asked her out-" Arthur quickly shut his mouth. Alfred's mouth agaped with an over-excited smile; Peter blushed and looked surprised.

"I-I-I didn't mean that," Arthur said in a defeated whisper while looking away from his group.

"Ohoooohhooo~! Dude, Rach is hot! Where the hell did you get the balls to ask her out?" Alfred winked.

Slightly disturbed, Peter added, "What did she say, Arthur?" The older British boy looked away and blushed heavily.

Gilbert turned back to the blonde when he decided he was too awesome to be able to read lips.

Natalia stayed sitting quietly. An awkward silence had enveloped them. To each, it also seemed that it would be even more awkward trying to leave without a really good reason.

After a few minutes, the awkwardness of the situation died down as the two watched out the window of what looked like Arthur explaining something to his brother and Alfred. Natalia noticed that he was blushing so she wondered if he was talking about the Seychellois girl, Rachel. She had told Natalia during their study hall together (one of the classes she did not have with Gilbert) that the British boy had asked her to be his girlfriend and that she had told him that she would (while very flustered).

The scene reminded Natalia of a rumor she heard from Vash and Lili. She took a deep breath.

"Um, Gilbert?" she gulped. Said boy looked from the window to the girl.

"Hm?"

"Well, um, I realize it's probably none of my business, but I can't help myself from asking."

"What is it?"

"Oh, um,"Natalia looked for the words to use. She didn't want to say the wrong thing. She wanted to drop it, but now she felt as if she needed to finish what she had started. "I heard that you and Elizaveta broke up," Natalia answered. She couldn't lift her head to even face the Prussian.

A tension filled air was left in place of the question. It was like you could literitly cut it with a knife. It was unbarrible.

"That-"

"-I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have asked that! It wasn't my place to!" Natalia paniced so much that when she started sputtering appologies, she hadn't noticed she cut Gilbert off from saying something; and once she was done speaking, Gilbert didn't try again.

Shaking from anxiety, Natalia stood up fast, nearly knocking over her chair and bumping the table she had been sitting at.

"I-I need to get back to work. I'll see you Monday!" Natalia ran off behinde the counter into the backroom of the cafe. Gilbert watched her leave. He looked at his phone for the time and saw it was late. He decided to leave.

As he walked down the brightly lit streets in the late hours of the night, Gilbert thought of the blonde cafe worker being as flustered as she was. It seemed she had been extremely out of character. Maybe she was just that way at work when she wasn't around her brother. Gilbert had never noticed this side of her. It was kind of nice.

Gilbert felt something soft against his cheek. He glanced over to notice that the small head of his yellow bird was tucked under its wing, fast asleep. He couldn't help smiling at it.

"You don't seem yourself."

The sudden thought of the blonde popped in his head. He really wasn't himself. It pushed it aside though and told himself he was just tired. (Like hell he would admit he was depressed. That just wasn't awesome.)

M.o.n.d.a.y.

"FUCK!" was said with a loud thud. Gilbert was on the ground. He propped himself up with his elbows so his face wouldn't be touching the floor. His blankets were tangled around his body, and his necklace was bumping against his bare chest giving him goosebumps from the unwelcomed chill. "What the hell?" he looked up.

There, standing in his doorway, were three familiar figures: one overly-happy tan man; one yawning and unshaven; and the third shorter than the rest looking pissed as ever. Gilbert guessed it was Lovino who threw the ball at him (when he saw it laying next to him) that woke him up and made him fall.

"Rise and shine, beautiful~!" Francis called. "Time for school."

Gilbert cursed under his breath. He couldn't decide if he was too awesome to show up late, or if he was so awesome as to not show up on time. Deciding on the second option, Gilbert let his arms fall so he would too.

A second or so passed and Lovino mustered up his courage to walk over to him (having to step over a lot of crap to get to him) and pulled his head up by his hair.

"OUCH!" Gilbert let out a small screech.

"Get up, you bastard!" Lovino growled. Taking cue, Antonio put his arms around Lovino's waist, pulled him towards him and didn't let go.

"You know~, Natalia is in your first period class~," Francis winked. Gilbert froze.

"Mhmm~! Si, si~! You want to see her don't you~?" Antonio cooed.

"Wait...How do you guys know-" Gilbert started but then hung his head in disbelief of his friends following him. He had to laugh though, because it was just like them to follow his awesomeness. "Hey! Who said the awesome me wanted to see her creepy ass!"

"So you're an ass-man..." Lovino mummbled looking away, a little frustrated that his boyfriend wouldn't let go of him.

"What? No I-. SHUT UP!" Gilbert yelled with an awesome blush. He jumped up and ran towards Lovino. Just in time, Antonio let go of his amor, and Lovino fled downstairs. Gilbert sighed. He found his plaide pants, found an awesome black shirt on the floor (smelled it to make sure it was clean...or clean enough), and threw on a white buttoned shirt hanging on the door of his closet. Gil, Francis, and Antonio ran downstairs to meet Lovino and get to school. As they ran out the door, Gilbert slipped on a red hoodie as Gilbird was catching up to him and plopped down on his shoulder.

With a smirk on his face, an idea sprung in his head when the four ran by Elizaveta's house.

"Now if she'll go along with it."

W O O T!

chapter 2 is here : )

sorry it took so long :'D and sorry its SO long xD

bahahahaha yay for out of characterness :'D

...btw Ludwig's not in the last part because he was at Feli's ; )

TRANSLATION

si- litteritly means 'if' (because I was lazy and didn't want to get an 'i' with an accent. So bare with me...in this context its 'yes') (spanish)

amor- love (Spanish)

To Be Continued...