A/N: ...FREEDOM! Yes it;s true! I have finally been released from the hell-hole that is middle school! God i'm so glad this year is over. Enough with the pointless drama shit! I'm getting new friends! Anyhoo, while studying for my French exam, I was listening/watching TMOHS in french dubbing when I was like, "Omg i should insert the characters of Hetalia into this!" and I did, so this isn't a request or anything. Unfortuantly this will not be an on-going, full out fic (if it was i wouldn't even bother putting it in this), but I will be inserting certain characters based on whose personality best fit's Haruhi at the time. So when Kyon first meets Haruhi, she's really stubborn and seems mad all the time, so I put Romano as Haruhi and Spain as Kyon. Although Spain's personality doesn't really fit Kyon's realism, I tweaked it a bit so Kyon's lines better fit Spain's personality.

Warnings: Romano's mouth, slight genderbending, my crappy writing skills, France, and beware Prussia's awesomeness...(why am I saying that? he only shows up about 3 times)

Enjoy~! X3


Antonio's POV

In my opinion, asking someone how long they believed in Santa Claus is a rather silly topic for conversation. But if you really want to know how long I've believed in some old fat man in a red suit who only works one day a year, I can honestly say that I've never really believed in him. The Santa that was at my kindergarten Christmas party? I suspected he was fake. And I never saw mi madre kissing Santa or anything. I guess you could say that I wanted to believe, but it didn't clicked very well with me.

Now, having said that, it wasn't until I got older that I realized that aliens, time travelers, ghosts, monsters, espers, evil syndicates and the anime/manga/fantasy flick heroes that fight said evil syndicates were also fake. Like I said, I guess I always knew those things were fake, but I just didn't want to admit it. All I ever wanted was for an alien, time traveler, ghost, monster, esper, evil syndicate or the hero that fought 'em to just show up and say "Hey!" Most people say I'm childish and unfortunately, reality is a hard road indeed. Es cierto, the laws of physics defiantly puts a damper on things. Eventually I even stopped watching all those TV shows about aliens and ghosts and stuff. Aliens, time travelers, espers, of course they don't exist. But, una pequeña parte of me wishes that they did.

I guess that I've grown up and realized that I can think about those things and still accept reality. A happy medium, if you will. But by the time I got out of junior high, I pretty much out-grew and didn't really think about those things anymore. And I guess I got use to living in an ordinary world. And just like that, I got accepted into World Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in the world, with students from everywhere. And that's when I met her.

….

"It's nice to meet everyone. I hope we all have a good year together," I smiled, wrapping up my introduction speech rather nicely. I sat down and rested my cheek on my hand as I heard the chair behind me scrape against the floor.

"I'm Lovina Vargas, from South Italy. First off, bastards, I'm not interested in ordinary people. But if any of you sorry asses are aliens, time travelers or espers, please come see me. Questo è tutto." Her announcement was met with silence. Not only of her foul language, but of her strange request.

…Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? I turned around and…

There stood before me this chica increíblemente hermosa. I couldn't help but stare. Her long wavy, brown hair reached past her hips and she wore a simple red headband. She had a serious look in her brownish/greenish eyes. She looked around at the other students that were staring at her until she looked down at me. My mouth had dropped a little at her beauty, my eyes wide. She gave out a little "Hm," and casually sat back down.

"Um, alright, next please," the teacher was at a loss for words, much like everyone else. The next boy stood up and began his intro speech as Lovina crossed her arms and scowled at nothing in particular. I'm pretty sure everyone thought she was kidding. But it wasn't a joke. And it wasn't anything to laugh about. Lovina is always dead serious.

And that's how we first met. Looking back on it, I want to believe it was just a coincidence.


As long as Lovina Vargas is sitting quietly, she's just like any other extremely beautiful high school girl. And my seat just happens to be in front of her. I mean, can you blame me for wanting to exploit the seating arrangement so I could, um, get to know her better?

Today her hair was up in four ponytails, two at the top and two at the bottom of her head. She sat with her arms crossed, her usual scowl in place. I pulled my chair out and sat down. I paused, thinking of something to say, and then I turned around and gave her my best smile. None of the girls so far have proved able to resist it, so I figured it might do me a little help. God knows I'll need it with this chica.

"Hey, that stuff you were saying when you introduced yourself, were you serious about all that?"

She stared at me, unfazed. "What about the stuff I was saying?"

"Well, you know. About aliens and stuff."

"Why, are you an alien or something?"

"Well no, but I just—"

"No, but you just what?"

"Well, I…" I waved my hand, giving up. "Just forget about it."

"Then why are we even talking right now? You're wasting my time. Uh" She huffed and averted her gazed away from me. As soon as I turned back around, my smile fell to reveal my truly confused face. I looked over to another guy who was smirking at me, and making a hand gesture that said, "Back off." His friend was snickering beside him. Later on, I found out that quite a few of my new classmates were from the same junior high as Lovina.

"If you go the hots for her, take my advice, mon ami," my newly found French friend, Francis, said. He was one of those who already knew the Italian. "L'oublier: forget it. After being in the same class as her for three years, I know la fille pretty well." He pointed his fork at me. "Let's just say she's what you would call…au-delà excentrique: beyond eccentric."

"You mean like her introduction?" the German (Prussian?) albino, Gilbert, sitting beside me said.

Francis nodded, blond hair bouncing as he did. "Ouais. In junior high I can't remember a single day when she wasn't doing something complètement farfelu: completely wacky! Ever hear of the "Quad Scribbles Incident"?"

"No. What's that?"

"You know that thing that draws lines on the atheletic field? Ô homme, what's that thing called again? Well, she used that thing to draw this big mysterious symbol on the school quad. She snuck into the school grounds at night to draw it."

Gilbert picked at his food. "Oh yeah, I remember hearing about that. I think it was in the local section of the daily newspaper, or something." He fed a piece of meat to the little yellow bird that sat on his shoulder. "It sort of looked like a nasca drawing, but not as awesome."

After we finished eating, the three of us wandered outside and hung out on the stairs on the side of the building.

I was leaning on the balcony. "So, you're telling me she did this all by herself?"

"No doubt," Francis looked up at me from his position on the floor. "And she totally admitted doing it too. Oh yeah, and them one morning, I get to class early. All the desks were shoved out into the hall. Then there was this one time when she painted a star on the roof…"

I drowned out the rest of Francis' story as I spotted said girl on the roof of the science building. She was staring up at the large dome structure that was the small observatory with the same serious expression she always had. She threw a tennis ball at the dome and when I looked back to where it bounced, she was gone. What's she doing?

We made our way back to the classroom, and Francis hadn't stopped talking, save for taking a breath between words. I spotted Lovina again and was leaning out the window, just watching her as Francis kept talking.

"But all the same, she's pretty popular with the guys. She's quite easy on the eyes, non? And she's exquisite at sports. And on top of that, she gets good grades. She's certainly a strange one, but if she's sitting there quietly, you'd never know."

Lovina was standing at the edge of the school's swimming pool, just staring at the water. It was almost as if she was inspecting it. For what I wonder? Traces of mermaids or something? I snickered at my own joke as the Italian girl began to walk off. I leaned further and further out the window to follow where she was going.

"Something tells me you've got more to say about her," Gilbert commented, sounding bored.

"For a while, she was going out with one joker after another. I think the longest one guy ever lasted was about a week. And the guy the had the shortest relationship with her? He asked her out, she said okay and it ended five minutes later."

Lovina walked ahead and then turned around with fire in her eyes. "I don't have any time to deal with ordinary humans, bastard!" she yelled. Then turned her head to the side, refusing to look at said "ordinary human."

Then why in the world did you say okay?

"Hm?" Francis looked up at my expecting face. He shot up. "I mean that's what I heard, really!" He waved his hands defensively. It was kinda funny, the way he denied something I didn't even accused him of. "I don't know why, but she never turns down a guy when he steps up to ask her out." He pointed his finger at me. "Et ainsi: and so, before you get any bright ideas, mon ami, take my advice: L'oublier."

Forget it? What's to forget when I hadn't even thought about it?

Bang!

It was gym class, and the boys were sitting around, watching to girls do their running speed test.

"If you were me, there's only one fille in this class to go after. And that's her." He nodded towards a small girl with her auburn hair tied up in a set of buns. "Chun-Yan Wang. And I'm telling you, she's in the top three of the freshman hottie list."

I gave him a weird look. "So are you saying you've already checked out all the freshmen girls?"

He smiled big. "Mais oui! I ranked them all from A to D and I've even went to far as to learn the full names of all the A-list girls, copain."

"Really? So ranking did Chun-Yan get?" Hm, it seemed as though Gilbert had gained interest again…

"She gets Double A Plus! On top of being trés belle, I bet her personality is sensationnelle."

Bang!

Lovina panted heavily as she ran down the track. The other boys marveled at how fast she was. When she past the finish line, she stopped to catch her breath for a moment before going and sitting by herself.

Now, all of this was happening when Lovina Vargas was still acting sort of normal. For that whole month, even I was feeling pretty good. However, it should be noted that pequeños trozos y piezas of Lovina eccentricities were making themselves known.

Lovina Eccentricity #1: A different hairstyle everyday. Monday, it's down, usually with a headband or ribbon. Tuesday, it's tied in one ponytail. Wednesday, two ponytails. Thursday, three. And Friday, four. As the days past, the number of places she's tie up her hair increased. On Monday, she resets her hair, and adds a tie-off point each day until Friday. Wonder what her hair looks like on Sunday. Actually, I think I'd like to see that…

Lovina Eccentricity #2: Our P.E. classes are separated into boys and girls. When changing into uniform, girls use the odd numbered classrooms and guys use the even numbered ones. But, it didn't matter to Lovina that boys were standing around. She'd just start changing in front of us! Eventually, she'd notice the people staring at her and give the boys her death glare while yelling, "What the hell do you think you're looking at, bastards! Get out!" The boys would be thrown out, quite literally, of the classroom and Chun-Yan would give them an apologetic look as she closed the door. To Lovina, guys are pretty much the same as a sack of tomatoes.

Eccentricity #3: It was rather irritating that Lovina joined every team and every extracurricular club the school had to offer. Every one of the school's sports clubs lobbied for her to joined their respective teams. And she turned every single one of them down. She changed clubs on a daily basis, depending on her mood. In the end though, she didn't stay a member of a single one of the clubs. I mean, what in the world did she want to do anyway?


And before I even knew it, it was the day after the Golden Week vacation. Being a universally known establishment, World Academy celebrates all national holidays from every country, which gives the students the benefit of a lot, and I mean a lot of school holidays.

I walked into the classroom, seeing Lovina's hair up in twin buns, like the Chun-Yun girl's. "Oh, I guess today's Wednesday huh?" And with that thought, something must've snapped inside me. I can't think of any other reason why…

"So, you change your hairstyle everyday to ward off evil alien invaders?" I was talking to Lovina Vargas.

She turned to face me. "So when did you notice, bastard?"

"Oh, a little while ago."

"Oh I see." She faced the window again. "Actually, I have this thing that each day of the week has it's own picture with a specific color that only goes with that day." It almost felt like we were having a real conversation. "And by colors I'd have to say that Monday's red, Tuesday's yellow, Wednesday's defiantly blue, and Thursday's green, Friday's gold, Saturday's brown and Sunday's white." Hey, I kinda understand what she's talking about!

"So, if you turn that into numbers, Monday would be 0 and Sunday is 6, right?"

"Sì che è giusto."

"I kind of feel like Monday's more of a 1," I commented.

"I don't think anyone was asking for your opinion, bastard!" she snapped.

"Oh, is that so?"

She faced me again with the same scowl she always wore. She stared at me. I stared at her.

"…Have I met you somewhere, like maybe in the past, or something like that?" Well that's a random question.

"Not likely." Lovina sighed and went back to staring out the window.

They say an event is trigged by something that's considered trivial at the time. Guess this was my trigger. To be honest, I'm surprised Lovina responded with a half decent answer. I totally thought she was going to say something like "Shut up, bastard!" or "Who cares?" I mean, well, you get the picture…

So when Lovina came to school the next day with all of her long hair chopped off, I was rather disturbed by it. I mean, cutting it short the day after I made comment, it's a little rash, ¿no crees?

She glanced at me. "Not really."

…..

Ever since then, talking to Lovina before homeroom became sort of a ritual.

"Is it true you've dumped every guy you've ever dated?"

"And just what gives you that right to ask me a question like that, bastard?" she glared at me, flipping her short curls over her shoulder. "I don't know about anything you've heard. Qualunque: whatever, you wanna believe it? It's probably true."

I shrugged. "Well with all that dating wasn't there at least one guy you were interested in?"

"Assolutamente de non: absolutely not. They all took themselves way too seriously and not even a single one of those bastards was an alien, time traveler, or an esper!"

"That's how people are usually," I commented.

"Okay, so what's with all of them asking me out over the phone? I mean should've important stuff like that be face-to-face, not phone-to-phone?" she declared, jerking her head around to emphasis her point.

"Yeah, I mean if I were asking a girl out, I'd want to do it to her face." I'll just agree with her for now…

Lovina pounded on her desk. "Yeah, well none of that's important anyway!" Then what is? "Here's the problem," she flipped her hair again. "So far, it looks as though all the men in this entire universe are pathetic bastards. I mean all through junior high, that was the one thing that irritated me the most." She jerked her head away.

I sighed. "Alright then, so what kind of guy would you be into, like an alien or something?"

"Yeah! Anything like an alien or something else along those lines. Anyway, as long as the person isn't an ordinary human, I don't care if it's a boy or a girl."

"Why so particular against non-humans, chica? I mean, why do they have to be an alien?"

The Italian looked me straight in the eye with what resembled a sort of stubborn determination on her face. "Because that way, life's more interesting!"


The bell rang, signaling the end of class and the beginning of morning break. As our history teacher gathered his things and made his way out of the classroom, I stretched and noticed Lovina get up and walk out. Hm, bathroom?

"'Ey, Antonio!" Francis was suddenly in my face. "You must tell me what formule magique: magic spell, you're using!"

"What are you talking about, chico?

He jabbed a thumb towards the door. "I have never seen Lovina talk that long, and I'm not exaggerating. What in the world did you say to her?"

Hm, I wonder what I could've said? It all seemed like pretty random stuff.

"This is a phénomène!" The French boy ran a hand through his hair, marveling.

"Tonio's always gone after the strange ones," Gilbert walked up to us, smirking. "The weirder the awesomer."

"Awesomer isn't a word, amigo."

"I want to know how you did it, aru~!" A new, slightly accented voice joined our conversation. I looked up to see Chun-Yun smiling down at me. "No matter how much I talk to her, I can't get Lovina to answer any of my questions. What do you do to get her to open up, aru?"

I thought about it. What did I say? Our conversation could've easily been had between her and someone else in our class. So why was it only me who was able to squeeze an answer out of her? "Ni idea."

The Chinese girl clasped her hands in front of her. "Hm. Well, I think it's a good thing, aru. I've always been sort of worried about her being completely alone in our class. I'm glad she has a least one friend here, aru!" Un amigo, huh? Chun-Yun continued talking. "Well, just keep doing whatever it is you're doing, cause then maybe she'll warm up to the rest of us, aru. I mean, since we're all in the same class It'd be really for the best if everyone got along, and that's why I'm counting on you!" Um, thanks? "In fact, if there's anything we want to ask her, we can just talk to you, and you can tell her for us!"

"Oi, espera un segundo: hold on a second. Why me? Am I supposed to be your spokesperson or something?"

Chun-Yun clapped her fingers together and winked. "Pretty please, aru?" Without waiting her an answer, the small girl ran off to giggle with some of her friends.

Francis grabbed me by the shoulders and smiled goofingly. "Hey Antonio, we're amis, we're copains, oui?" Gilbert was smirking and nodding behind him. Ay, dios mio…

….

Apparently we're switching seats. I drew a number out of a cookie tin that gave me the seat next to the window, second from the back. An awesome seat, as Gilbert would say. Adios Lovina!

Or not…Lovina ended up picking the seat behind me. Coincidence?

I turned around. "So I heard you checked out all the clubs at school," I started. "Let me know if you come across any interesting ones, bueno?

She scowled. "Absolutely none, bastard." Ah, an instant reply. "Absolutely none, bastard!" It seems she likes to use the word "bastard" a lot. "I thought things would get a little better once I got into high school, but it's been the same as it has throughout all these mandatory school years. Forse sono solo nella scuola sbagliata: maybe I'm just in the wrong school…" Makes me wonder what her criteria are. She straightened up a bit, a thought occurring to her. "There was this one called the Mystery Research Club."

"¿Si? And how was that?"

"It was hilarious. They said they didn't have anything that they could even remotely call a case. And all the members were a bunch of mystery novel otakus, defiantly not master detectives."

"Well, that's to be expected."

"Yeah, well I had high hopes for the Supernatural Phenomenon Research Club too, but that thing was just a bunch of occult freaks." She pounded on her desk with both hands. "What do you think of it?"

I shrugged. "I don't think about it."

Lovina rubbed both sides of her head in frustration as her cried out, "Oh man, sono cosi annoiata: I'm so bored! With all these clubs, you'd think there be a couple of really strange, cool ones out there."

"Listen, you can't help it if there aren't. Besides, us normal-human-types, we've got to be happy with what we're given, ¿sabes? You can look at it this way: those who don't like what they've got are the same people who invent things and make discoveries and advanced civilizations." Lovina had taken her hands down by now. "They made airplanes cause they wanted to fly and they made trains and cars so they could get from place to place. Es tan simple como eso: It's as simple as that. The only real reason as to why we have all the things we have now is because a certain group of people got together and used their talent, or imagination or genius or whatever to make it all happen. Ordinary people are probably better off living their ordinary little lives in an ordinary manner—"

"Zitto bastard!"

I looked at her. She glared at me and jerked her head to pout out the window. Perhaps it was this conversation that sparked the idea…


Questo è tutto - That is all

chica increíblement hermosa - incredibly beautiful girl

Mais oui - of course

pequeños trozos y piezas - little bits and peices

Sì che è giusto - Yes that's right

¿no crees? - don't you think?

Zitto bastard! - shut up bastard!

I used google translate for the Spanish and Italian, sorry if it's not right. But not for the French! That's coming from the 7th place winner of the National French Exam! XDD

A/N: Well that was fun to write. I pretty much just followed the episode so sorry for those of you who were expecting more. I decided to stop there because I can't really see Lovina acting excited about anything (besides tomatos and even then she tried to hide it). I thought about having the role of Ryouko Asakura go to Feliciana since everybody loves her, but I didn't think that would make much sense so I gave it to Chun-Yun, genderbent China. I apologize for any OOCness.

*le gasp* I just realized that I left China out of the first chapter! I'm Sorry China! That's really bad, considering he's my homeland. (lolz not really, I was born here, but it;s the same concept) When my mom figured out that me and my brother knew more Japanese than Chinese from watching anime, she's was all "You're grandfather would disown you if he knew!" I just laughed.

Funny moment: when I was taking my History Exam the other day, one of the questions was something like:

Which of the following were allies with Italy in World War II?

A) Great Britain and America C) Germany and Japan

B)Great Britain and France D) Russia and China

I picked C of course, but I couldn't help but notice that all of the other options where various Hetalia canon pairings. I ended up smiling at my exam.

See you next time! PEACE! X3