I swear I wonder how I make it thought the day...I put it down as if it were in Spanish...*face palm* anywase thank you for that review it was very nice...

I will try to update more...this is a fruk which means it will be a yaoi if you don't like please do not read I'm just pre-warning you guys who aren't very nice...

I just now realized all the auto corrections my computer did! Ahh that drives me crazyyy!

Anywase I'm done rambling ha-ha...oh wait one more thing...I do not own hetalia

Arthur headed towards the library people whispering as he walked by. He slowly un clenched his fist taking a deep breath then exhaling. Turning he strode

In the library ignoring looks of wonder and amazement.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU STARING AT?" Arthur yelled out at the other students. Eyes bulging they quickly looked away. Snorting he sat down staring

At a book. Normally he could read on and on but today he was not in the mood. Who the hell did that guy think he was breaking that poor girls heart like that.

It was just so cruel. He had never had any one to be his girlfriend or boyfriend but he knew better than that.

"U-u-um m-Mr. Kirkland" a female said behind his back. Looking up Arthur saw Angie. Smiling thinly he stood up not much taller than her.

"Yeah that's me what can I help you with Miss Angie?" he stated smoothly trying to hide his dis-comport. Girls were never his thing. He wasn't gay so he

Had thought but he really didn't know at all.

"i-i-i-" she started but then she grabbed him and hugged him tight. Blushing he looked down at her wheezing a bit. She quickly pulled away then ran off.

What the bloody hell? That was awkward. Turning he sat back down to continue his studying.

Francis, Antonio, and gilbert all sat in the bathroom cleaning Francis face up.

"Ha-ha that kid got you good" gilbert boasted laughing out loud.

"Sí, te pegó muy duro, ¿no?" Antonio said looking a bit worried. Francis glared at the two staring at his bruised jaw.

"Que ce petit bâtard qui se passe pour l'obtenir" Francis grumbled aloud the other two not really paying attetion.

"Oi, frenchy" gilbert said loudly the other two grimacing a bit.

"Oui?" Francis said combing the tips of his hair smiling at them. They were so pretty. Long and beautiful just like him.

"How about we teach this English bastard a lesson?" gilbert said puffing out his chest. The other two looked at him raising a brow.

"Sí, but how can we do that?" Antonio asked rubbing his chin in thought. Francis seemed a bit on the no side. He got hit once already twice would

Just destroy his beauty.

"What we fucking do is we get Francis to break the little shit's heart so he'll never mess with us again" gilbert replied. The other two smiled. Now that would

Is fun Francis thought to himself? Antonio shrugged a bit agreeing.

"I bet it will take 2 weeks" Antonio said slapping 50 bucks down on the sink. Shaking his head gilbert got out another set of 50 dollars.

"I think it will take 2 months." gilbert said smiling brightly.

"ah, gilbert you hurt me so "Francis pouted" do you think it would take the king of breaking hearts that long?" with that said they gathered up the 150

Dollars France thinking it would take 3 weeks to win his little victims heart. They walked out Antonio holding the money.

They headed to the dorms each in own thought. It was only the first month of school, and they were already changing every ones rooms. Sighing Francis gathered up

All his stuff walking down the hall with the other guys. He didn't really mind it was just annoying to have to set all his stuff up again. It had taken him three hours

Just to decide where to put all of his pillows. Brushing a lock from his face he looked at the sheet of paper that said where to go. Room 902. Hmmm that was a long

Walk. Sighing he headed up there. When he entered the room it was dark. His roommate must have already set up his stuff. Turning on the light he got a real shock.

There was a table with tea kettles on it and his mate's bed had stars and fairies on the pillows and the comforter had a large British flag on it. Oh god!

Slowly he went to the closet thankful the guy had only hung up a few items the rest in a dresser. Sighing Francis took him quite some time but he got

His half of the room perfect. Beautiful posters of him on his side of the wall. And a bed spread with his favorite rugby team, which happened to be the blues,

His clothes neatly hung on the rest of the closet space and his shoes stacked against the wall. All in his entire roommate lets plenty of space for him. Smiling he

Walked out of the room excited to tell Antonio and gilbert about his new room.

Later a very tired English man walked down the hall. He felt dead. With Albert's screaming and feli's talk of pasta, Arthur couldn't take another minuet.

Sighing he walked into the room. It was pitch black thankfully. He wondered who his roommate was, but he was too tired to ask. The room smelled like a mixture of

Roses and tea. Wrinkling his nose he shook his head and landed on a very soft bed. He didn't know if it was his or his mates but he was too tired to find out.

He just snuggled in the bed passing out like a light bulb.

Francis walked into the room yawning. It had been a very long day. Walking to the side of the bed he noticed something was off. Reaching down he felt the blankets

Except there was someone in his bed! Oh hell no! This was not what he was expecting. Did his roommate think he was not coming back for the night?

"Hey you petit rat de sortir de mon lit!" Francis yelled jerking the blankets off. Gasping Arthur sat up. What the bloody hell was going on?

"You fucking wanker!" Arthur yelled out and stood up. The French words swirled around in his head. He called him a rat! Bloody frog he mumbled wondering

Over to his bed falling face first.

Francis watched the other disappear then heard a light plop fall on the other bed. Sighing frustrated he fixed his blankets then jumped in curling up.

His bed smelt of tea and shampoo. frowning he sprayed his bed with some cologne he had and when he felt it smelt like him again he laid and went to sleep.

The next morning came too quick for Francis. Thanking the lord it was Saturday he rolled around to face the room. It was unnaturally quiet. Looking he saw the

Back of his roommate. The boy was really beautiful; he just wished he could see the face. Smiling he could see a long back and a round tight ass slightly showing

Above the blanket. His legs were covered and his feet stuck out slightly. His toes curled twitching every so often. Smiling France stood up and slid on his robe.

It was a better day already! Turning he poured himself a glass of wine watching the other sleep. He walked over to get a look at the boy's face. Gasping he dropped

The glass it spilling all over the guy. Eyes widening he stepped back. Oh god! Not him! Of all people he got him?

Arthur sat up cussing and throwing a fit at the liquid that was so nicely dumped on his.

"What the bloody hell?" England yelled out quite angry. Francis twitched smiling a little. This bet was going to be harder than he first thought!

Translation: Antonio sí, Te pegó muy duro, ¿no?-yeah, he hit you pretty hard, no?

Francis: que ce petit bâtard qui se passe pour l'obtenir-that little bastard is going to get it

Francis: hey you petit rat de sortir de mon lit! - hey you little rat get out of my bed!

this is more of a filler I guess...I am going to try to update soon so the romance-ish can begin ha-ha I loved there room set up I just couldn't help myself...

sooo what did you think? should I keep going? should I stop? this is a hard decision...I kind of like it though soo I guess I'll just think about it ha-ha

anywise...review? pwease? With a cherry on top...:3 thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed...