Hello everyone! -Tori

Full Summary: Hetalia Academy has yet to explode from all the different ethnicities that it houses, but all is not as calm as it appears either. Antonio is the star soccer player on the championship team, currently dating a boy; Alfred a scholarship student and Arthur's relationship is blooming slowly but surely; Heracles and Sadik are about to start playing games with some freshmen hearts; And while Ivan let Elizabeta escape with her life - if not her camera - will that stop the yaoi enthusiast from complicating all thier lives?

A/N: Sorry it's later tonight then planned, I went to the beach so I lost track of time. But I still made it for Wednesday :D

Michelle aka Shelly, is Seychelles kk?

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia (Axis, World Series or otherwise) they belong to Himaruya, which is fine, because he's awesome.

Warnings: GuyxGuy, mentions of GirlxGirl, don't like? don't read. Otherwise just the insanity induced by Hetalia crack. :D


Period 3 Monday: Francis

"Shelly, what can I do to win your heart mademoiselle?" I asked the picture of her on my phone. I have tried all my techniques and none have worked on her, worse she's befriended that damn Brit! A dramatic sigh deflated me.

"Still swooning for that chica amigo?" Antonio sat next to me. "Weren't you going to go to the kitchen and make your lunch?" Having access to the school kitchen at all hours of the day was a perk of being an award winning member of the Gourmet Cooking Club.

"Oui, but I do not feel like it now. She denied me, again!" I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and pretended to dab at my eyes.

"Francis is everything all right?" A sweet looking red head asked me, she was accompanied by a brunet I was pretty sure I had banged freshman year.

"Non, ze lady of my heart is denying me." My locks twirled as I turned my head, depressed.

"I find that extremely hard to believe." The brunet stated. I was trying to make out if she was a broken heart, or a satisfied customer. It was hard to tell sometimes.

"Sí, he does too that is why he's so torn up."

"I can tell," the red head knelt next to my desk, "Is there, um, anything I can do." She bit her lip, blinked her eyes, sent all the appropriate signals to get my blood pumping, "Maybe get your mind off this girl?" Yes, she was asking for something that less than a week ago I probably would have given her without a second thought. But I really did want to date Michelle, Shelly to her friends – which I hoped to be very soon. Take her some place nice, wine 'n' dine her as they say. However those innocent grey eyes were begging. And a man has needs, especially me, I have lots of needs. She could at least take the edge off…

The door opened and Shelly walked up to the teacher. "Mon dieu, it's a sign." I watched as her hips swayed ever so slightly. She wore a fashionable blue shirt under the mandatory sweater vest. It was dress-length, and hugged her in all the places I was desperate to touch. Today she had leggings on – against school policy – but you could still see sun-kissed skin as calves travel to a sandal with the slightest of heels. Her mahogany hair was pulled into those long pigtails, red bows holding them there. Such beauty and excellence, she truly had captured my heart. I still hadn't figured out exactly how or why, but that was unimportant, this is l'amour.

She leaned over a book or paper and I admired her ass unabashedly. Oh I wanted her badly, very badly. She straightened, and some part of my brain finally registered that the girl still kneeling next to me had started talking again at some point. Shelly thanked the teacher and began to leave but made an abrupt stop when I appeared in front of her "Mademoiselle Michelle, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me zis weekend. I was thinking a movie at ze cinema perhaps?" A skillful eyebrow rose as I bent to kiss her hand.

Which disappeared before my lips ever graced it, "Pass. I'm busy this weekend," she walked out of the room. I stood bewildered, shocked, and above all dismayed. Never has anyone ever passed up my charm, I had even managed to bed lesbians. My mouth hung open and I stared unseeing at the door that had just slammed in my face. I think my heart might have even ceased to beat.

Then a ray of hope, the door reopened. But it was just Vash, the Swiss that had almost blown my head off when I cast my eye towards a certain lily. "Get out of my way Francis," He said menacingly so I sidestepped his path.

"That was harsh, but are you just going to stand there like a fool." The brunet commented – she was just not nice.

"Are you a broken heart or a satisfied customer?" I had to know now and make sure that her cruelty was just her and not because of the love I had shared with her.

"Satisfied customer, otherwise I wouldn't be letting my bestie here proposition you." Her thumb pointed over to the red head.

"Good. Have I lost my touch?" Antonio would tell me the truth so he was the one I was asking. Red is the one who answered.

"Not at all, and if you were looking for a date this weekend I would be more than happy to go with you Francis." She batted her long eyelashes at me. I did not want to date her. Her I would love and leave, she had not captured my attention like Michelle had. Admittedly I didn't always like to work for my lays, I preferred the red-head to Shelly, but there was something more to Shelly. Maybe I had just romanticized her after meeting her sixth grader self, then having little contact with her until last year. Maybe that was it…

"Mademoiselle you do not want to be a fall-back do you? Taking another's place as though you have no worth? You are a strong and capable angel of beauty; allow me to make an offer just for you?" I took her hand and kissed it, she blushed. "Are you free tomorrow evening? I would love to have a partner to dine with." I kissed her hand again, wiggling my finely manicured eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

She giggled, "I'd love to have dinner with you Francis." My lips suggested that I was not only pleased with her answer, but couldn't wait for tomorrow night when I could sit across from her and stare into those stormy eyes. No one could tell that the words left a bad taste in my mouth and a hollow feeling in my chest.


Chica - Girl - Spanish
Amigo - Friend (M) - Spanish
Oui - Yes - French
Sí - Yes - Spanish
Non - no - French
Mon dieu - My god - French
L'amour - Love - French
Mademoiselle - Miss - French
Bestie - abbrv of best friend - American (-shrugs- it seemed appropriate at the time, I don't know why)


A/N: I tried to hint at the accents, but let me know if I failed, because if so then I'll stop. I realize that this may seem a little over the top, but this is France we're talking about here, and I honestly believe that this is how he thinks – in theatrics that is. I have to say this part was a little fun to write. But damn you Seychelles how can you deny the country of love?

If you would like to correct spelling, grammar, language use, feel free. Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated!

Thank you for reading! -Tori