Title: My High School Crush

Pairings: England/Canada, America/England, Germany/Italy, France/Canada, England/Japan, France/Italy, Germany/Canada, America/France, Greece/Canada, Greece/Japan, Spain/Romano (possibly more)

What's worse than your brother reading your diary and finding out that you have a crush on someone in your class? Your brother reading your diary and then telling the entire class about said crush! America just can't keep his mouth shut, but Canada's not the only one about to have a high school romance...

"Hey Kiku!" Italy waved in ecstatics at his Asian friend from the back seat of a silver convertible that was pulled up outside his house. He leant over in his seat and opened the back door so Japan could climbed into the back beside him. "Ooh you look nice." the Italian said, admiring the Asian's relatively formal attire.

Japan blushed slightly, fiddling awkwardly with his tie. "Thank you Feliciano, so do you." he said as he climbed into the back seat of the convertible beside the Italian.

England turned around in his seat from the front of the car, smiling kindly. "Hi Kiku."

"Hello Arthur." Japan said softly, smiling back at his date.

"Shall we get going zen?" France said from the driver's seat, putting the car into gear.

England faced the road again, sighing slightly. "I suppose."

"Is this your car Francis?" Japan asked curiously, stroking a hand down the side of the white leather seats.

France smirked slightly, leaning casually against the top of the car door as he drove them away from the Asian's house. "Oui of course."

"Are you sure you didn't just 'borrow' it from your parents?" England asked sceptically.

"Unlike you Arthur some of us can afford such luxuries." France said with a smirk, driving with one hand on the steering wheel as the wind swept through his long hair.

England scoffed. "How? You don't even have a job."

France shrugged slightly, checking himself in the rear view mirror. "Who needs a job when zey 'ave such generous parents?"

"Keep your eyes on the road idiot!" England scorned, slapping him in the arm. "Anyway that's pathetic; I paid for my car myself."

France smirked slightly. "You mean zat pile of junk you drive to school? Zat iz why it iz a piece of crap."

Japan fidgeted awkwardly in the back seat with Italy as England and France continued to bicker in the front seat. "Shut up I worked hard for that, at least it's my car and mine alone."

"As iz zis." France said pointedly, waving a hand across the sleek silver metal.

England rolled his eyes, shifting on his leather seat. As much as he despised the Frenchman he couldn't deny that it was a beautiful car, and extremely well kept as well he had to admit, considering how messy and full of junk his own was. The Brit leant over to have a look through the glove compartment, nose wrinkling in disgust as he pulled out a string of several condoms. "Oh yes, this car is definitely yours Francis." he said, brandishing the condoms for them all to see. France smirked slightly whilst Japan looked unbelievably uncomfortable; Italy started giggling uncontrollably. England shook his head, tossing them onto the floor of the car. "I wouldn't be laughing if I was you Feliciano." he said, glancing back behind him at the Italian. "You're his date; I'd be scared."

~0~

"Kiku are you sure you're alright? You barely said a word all evening." England said, looking up at the Asian over his steak and chips.

Japan blushed slightly, avoiding the Brit's eyes from across the table. "Hai..."

"He's just shy." Italy said, giggling slightly as he poked his friend's side.

France smirked slightly as he watched the Italian sat opposite him; the Frenchman had never really thought much of the little guy. The only real interaction they'd had was when France was with his friend Spain at the Italian's home when he was seeing Romano. He and Italy had spoken occasionally and seemed to get along, but he never saw the Italian as a potential romantic interest. Now it seemed that Italy was clearly thinking the opposite.

Italy spooned another heaping portion of spaghetti into his mouth, glancing around the sweet little restaurant. It was one of his favourites, right in the town centre yet not so exclusive that it was too crowded. The four of them were crammed into a comfortable little booth at the front of the restaurant near the entrance; it was brightly lit and a rather loud family friendly atmosphere; the kind the Italian loved. It seemed to be the complete opposite of what Japan found enjoyable. He hadn't spoken much the entire date aside from ordering his food.

France took a sip of lemonade, shaking his head. "I hate zese stupid American laws." he muttered, placing the glass down. "I 'aven't been able to enjoy a glass of wine in a restaurant for years."

"It does seem a bit ridiculous." England agreed. "If I was at back in London I could go into any bar and order a drink legally."

"...really?" Japan asked softly, attempting to be slightly more sociable.

England nodded. "Oh yes, you can drink at eighteen in Blighty; the Americans are so bloody strict about alcohol laws, yet they can legally drive at God knows how old."

"If you hate it 'ere so much zen why don't you go home?" France suggested.

England glared at him. "You would love that wouldn't you frog?"

"I would, but I suggested it for your benefit." he said with a smirk.

"You've always hated me haven't you? Ever since I met you in bloody middle school!"

"Oh Arthur don't cause a scene."

"Shut up you bloody wanker; I'm not causing a scene!"

Japan shifted awkwardly in his seat as he felt a few people in the restaurant stare in their direction; the Brit and the Frenchman bickering relentlessly and rather loudly in the restaurant. The Asian looked next to him as Italy poked his side again. "Kiku what's the matter? You're being so quiet."

"...I don't know what to talk about." Japan mumbled softly, fiddling with his tie.

Italy smiled softly. "Arthur's nice!" he insisted quietly so that other two couldn't hear, not that they were paying attention over their argument. "Just say anything and he'll talk to you."

"Like what?" Japan whispered, glancing anxiously up at the Brit.

"Tell him he looks nice." Italy suggested, giggling slightly as Japan went red.

"I-I can't do that!" he stuttered, blushing uncontrollably.

"Why not? Don't you think he looks nice?"

"Well..." Japan trailed off, gazing at the Brit again. England was wearing an adorable green sweater vest over a white shirt and a red tie; it wasn't exactly the most fashionable attire but the Asian had always admired the Brit's bold fashion statements; he just didn't care what people thought of the way he dressed. His blond locks were still their usual mess but that, coupled with the old fashioned outfit; it seemed to bring out the most adorable side of him.

Italy beamed, poking him again. "You like him! Tell him he looks nice!"

"Okay!" Japan gave in, sighing slightly. "...I will when there is an opportunity to do so..."

"Oh don't you dare bring my mother into this Francis!" England growled, getting flustered from the argument.

"Hey stop the fighting!" Italy chirped up before France could retaliate.

"Oui, you're ruining ze evening Arthur." France said, taking a sip of lemonade.

England glared at the Frenchman but this time he held his tongue, going back to his meal. Japan squirmed uneasily as Italy continued to jab him in the side, but then he seemed to gather a bit of courage from nowhere. "A-Arthur..."

England looked up at the Asian sat opposite him. "Yes Kiku?"

"Um..." he blushed as the Italian let out a slight giggle of excitement. "You look...very nice, this evening..." he muttered, avoiding the Brit's eyes.

England looked quite surprised, a slight pink glazing his cheek. "Oh...thank you very much Kiku, so do you...I don't think I've ever seen you in anything other that kimono before."

Japan smiled slightly, shrugging. "I draw attention to myself less dressed like this..." he said, indicating to his plain attire of trousers, shirt and tie.

"Do you usually draw attention to yourself?" England asked.

"Well...Americans tend to stare a bit..." he muttered shyly.

England smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry about it; Americans will stare at anything they deem to be even the slightest bit out of the norm."

"Yay they're talking!" Italy whispered to France, giggling excitedly as they slyly watched Japan and England conversing together.

France smirked slightly. "How sweet...I would not 'ave put zose two together."

"Ve I think they're cute together!"

"Just a little." France said, shaking his head fondly. "By the way...why did you really ask moi out?"

"Ve?" Italy looked up curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Come on." France said with a smirk. "Zere must be an interior motive, you've never shown any interest before."

Italy bit his lip, glancing sideways at the Asian. Their conversation seemed to be maintaining, but he couldn't risk ruining it for them now. "Nope! I just...think you're nice Francis."

France shook his head, smiling. "Right, whatever you say..."

"It's true! In fact..." Italy thought for a moment, taking a sip of coke. "Want to go um...bowling tomorrow?"

France quirked an eyebrow. "Another date?"

"Sì! If you like, I love bowling." the Italian said happily, tucking into his food again. He was asking him out purely for Japan's benefit, and anyway, he and France were somewhat friends so it wasn't exactly unusual that they'd go bowling together. "Do you two want to come with us?" he said loudly, interrupting his friend's conversation.

"I'm sorry?" England queried.

"Bowling! With me and Francis tomorrow."

"I can't tomorrow, I've got a family thing." England said, taking a sip of tea.

"Oh..." Italy said, biting his lip; it seemed a bit pointless going out with Francis if Japan and England couldn't join them for a double date, he was only doing it so the Asian could spend some time with the Brit without feeling awkward.

France shrugged slightly. "Looks like it'll be just you and I, Feliciano."

"...okay then." Italy said softly, going back to his food. "Maybe next time you two can come."

"Maybe..." Japan muttered, smiling shyly at the Brit.

England smiled back, looking up curiously when he spotted a familiar face in the entrance of the restaurant. "Hey...is that Ludwig from our year Francis?"

Italy spun around in his seat. "Ve? Ludwig?"

Japan turned around as well. "Oh yes I believe that is him." he said, spotting the blond by the front of the restaurant, conversing with the person at the front desk.

The German looked up once the waitress had disappeared, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he spotted his two best friends on what looked like a double date. He frowned, slowly wandering over to their table. "Hallo."

"Hello Ludwig, lovely evening isn't it?" England said, smiling politely at the blond.

"Ja hi Arthur." he muttered briefly, quirking an eyebrow at the Frenchman sat opposite Italy. "I wasn't aware you two were friends."

"Sì, we are." Italy said hurriedly, smiling awkwardly. "We're good friends now...so um what are you doing here Ludwig?"

"I was picking up an order for my parents..." he muttered, noticing the way the four of them were sat at the table. "Is...is this a date?"

Before Italy could answer, France jumped in, snaking his hand across the top of the table to place on top of the Italian's. "Oui of course, do you mind? You're ruining the intimacy."

Germany glared at him, dark eyes glancing briefly at their joined hands on the table before he put on a neutral expression. "Fine. Enjoy the rest of your evening." he grumbled, taking off before anyone could say anything else. He grabbed the takeaway box from the waitress at the desk before storming out.

France quirked an eyebrow, watching him go. "Zere iz always such drama with him." he muttered, letting go of Italy's hand.

Italy bit his lip, staring after the German. Japan looked at him curiously. "Are you okay Feliciano?"

Italy nodded slowly, pushing the spaghetti around his plate with his fork. "Sì...I'm fine."

~0~

Canada sighed softly, rolling over in bed. He couldn't sleep, and for once it wasn't because America was snoring. In fact the American wasn't even sleeping yet, he was sat on his own bed playing on his laptop with his headphones that the Canadian protested that he had to wear when he was trying to sleep. It wasn't making any difference that night though; the Canadian couldn't stop thinking about Italy and France's date...

"Die! Die! DIE!" America yelled at the screen, pressing furiously on the keyboard.

Canada sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes. "Alfred, part of the reason for the headphones is-"

"DIE YOU GODDAMN MUTANT BASTARDS!" he roared, slamming his fist down in an attempt to kill whatever was attacking him in some stupid game.

"Alfred!" Canada tossed his pillow onto the American's laptop.

"Dude!" America paused the game quickly, removing the headphones. "What?"

Canada stared at him. "Are you even aware that you're screaming at a game?"

"So?"

"...I'm trying to sleep."

America rolled his eyes, going back to the laptop. "You know it'd probably work better if you wore the goddamn headphones."

"...well it doesn't really matter cause I can't sleep anyway..." Canada muttered, slowly lying down in bed again.

"Huh? Why?" America asked, not really paying attention, pressing furiously at the keyboard again.

"...Feliciano's on a date with Francis..." the Canadian mumbled softly, fiddling with the corner of his sheets.

"...why do you care?" America muttered, eyebrows bunched together in concentration as he carried on gaming.

Canada sighed slightly, shrugging. "It doesn't matter...you know Arthur's with them."

"What?" America looked up from the game at the mention of the Brit. "Why the hell is he on their date?"

"He's with Kiku, it's a double date."

America stared at him. "What? Why?" he asked in befuddlement. "...I thought you were dating him." he added bitterly.

"Well Kiku asked him out so..." Canada trailed off, curling up in bed. "Anyway I don't think I could carry on dating him...not after all the fuss you made from our one date."

"That was totally justified!" America blurted out. "I was just making sure Arthur didn't try anything funny, and he's obviously a dick since he's already dating somebody else!"

"Yeah...and you being jealous has nothing to do with it." he muttered softly, lifting the covers up over his head just as his brother threw his pillow hard at the Canadian's head.

"Fuck off dude, you don't know what you're talking about." he growled, ignoring the blush on his cheeks.

Canada grabbed the pillow, putting it back at the top of the bed. "...okay, goodnight Alfred." he muttered, lying back down to go to sleep. America sighed irritably, closing his laptop so he could do the same. Suddenly he didn't really feel like playing anymore.

~0~

"Feliciano!" the Italian looked up as one of his classmates came racing towards him down the corridor as he was getting out his books for the morning lessons.

"Oh hi Matthew." Italy said, smiling slightly.

Canada stopped in front of him, panting slightly as he was out of breath. "Um, hey...how was your date with Francis?"

"Ve?" Italy looked at him curiously. "Don't you mean how did Kiku's date with Arthur go?"

Canada nodded slightly awkwardly. "...that too."

"Hmm..." Italy closed his locker, holding onto a pile of books. "It went well I think, they talked and stuff and seemed to like each other. Then Francis drove us home and Arthur walked him to the door, they didn't kiss or anything but I think they arranged another date."

"Oh well that's good..." Canada said, smiling slightly. "So um, how about you and Francis?"

"Well we were all going to go on another double date but Arthur couldn't make it, so now it's just me and Francis."

"W-What? Another date?" Canada asked softly.

"Sì tonight." Italy said, smiling as he checked his phone. "Okay Matthew I have to go to lesson now or I'll get yelled at, you know what Mr Davenport is like, hasta la pasta!" he called as he skipped off down the corridor, books held against his chest.

Canada stared after him, frowning. 'Another date...do they really like each other that much?' he thought sadly as he slowly wandered off. The Canadian was so dismal that morning he was watching his feet as he was walking rather than looking where he was going, and ended up bumping directly into one of the older students, almost knocking them over. "O-Oh gosh! I'm sorry!" the Canadian stuttered, steadying the tall student he'd knocked.

The German looked up curiously at the hysterical Canadian. "What? Oh it's you Matthew."

"S-Sorry Ludwig." Canada mumbled awkwardly, picking up the German's pen for him that he'd made him drop.

Germany took the pen. "Danke, don't worry about it." he muttered, sighing slightly.

"Um, are you sure? You look a little down..."

Germany quirked an eyebrow at the Canadian's concern. "I might be, what's it to you?"

Canada shrugged slightly, fiddling with his school bag. "I...I like to help people?"

Germany still looked slightly wary but shrugged slightly. "Well if you must know last night I saw mein friend on a date with a douche bag in mein year."

"You wouldn't be talking about Feliciano and Francis would you?"

"How do you know about that?" Germany asked curiously.

Canada shrugged slightly. "Feliciano told me...so, you like him?"

Germany blushed slightly, crossing his arms. "That's not important...I just don't like seeing him with a guy like Francis."

Canada chose to ignore that last comment. "Well they're going on another date tonight."

"Seriously?" Germany asked in amazement. "Why? For gott sake...they don't even go well together." he grumbled, hands twisting the handles of his backpack.

"...yeah I agree." Canada said softly.

"Hang on." Germany looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "Kiku was there too, with Arthur...I thought you were dating him?"

Canada shrugged. "I guess I'm not anymore."

"What a jerk ass." Germany muttered. "Every guy in mein year is an ass."

"Francis isn't so bad-"

"You want to go out sometime?"

Canada faltered slightly, staring at the German in shock. "...what?"

Germany shrugged slightly. "Arthur's with Kiku; Feliciano is with Francis...want to go on a date with me sometime?"

Canada bit his lip, dithering with his answer. He couldn't deny that it would really stick it to Italy for going out with France, seeing as the Italian clearly has, or at least used to have, feelings for the German. "...okay then, sure."

Germany nodded. "Alright, I'm free tonight...would you like to go bowling or something?"

Canada smiled slightly. "Um okay sure, I'll meet you there...at seven?"

"Ja, I'll see you then Matthew." the German hitched up bag up onto his back, smiling slightly.

"See you later." he called over his shoulder, waving as he headed off to first lesson, smiling to himself. He felt slightly mean about agreeing to the date; Canada had never been okay with dating people that his friends liked. But then again, Italy was dating France, so he obviously didn't share the same principle. 'Maybe this is a bad idea...I mean Feliciano probably won't even care since he really likes Francis...'

Jealous school kids, oh those exciting days...

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