A/N: I don't own Hetalia.
An average school day for Gakuen High School starts at the usual time, kids sluggishly piling in the school, rummaging through there lockers, then walking to class. A specific Hungarian came into the school doing the same as the rest, and prepared herself for history. Since each day has five blocks, she has different classes every other day. Today she had History, Chemistry, study hall, choir, and gym (these three are all part of the third block), another study hall, then the last block which she can do her work in (it's basically a third study hall). Each block is either eighty or forty minutes long; if people are lucky, they only have a twenty minute class. It's confusing, but she's memorized the schedule easily.
Elizabeta was just as tired as all the others around her as she walked to her first class; she stayed up late reading yaoi based manga on the internet. She yawned. I guess I'm paying the price of staying up last night. She waited with the others in her class, glancing at an annoying albino that was waving to her, excitedly. Rolling her eyes, she jets in the room as soon as the teacher opened the door. The Prussian smiled meekly and took a desk next to her. Liz glared at him. Can't he take a hint that I don't like him? His smile beams as he stares back at her. Looking away, she mentally groaned. I'm too tired to deal with Gilbert today.
As soon as she started to complain in her mind, class started up. She was learning the rest of the Women Rights; an essay would be due next Wednesday, so she had to pay attention even though she could care less right now and sleep through the day, waking up only when she could talk with her friends about pairing boys. She smiled as she thought of her friends. Angel, a dark skinned girl who wore her hair mostly in pig tails from Seychelles, and Belle, a green eyed blond who's energetic to the point of exhaustion for the Hungarian; there's just so much Elizabeta could take. Snapping back to focusing on her class, she took notes on the lecture the teacher gave.
An hour and twenty minutes later, the bell rang, signaling the time to travel to another class. Liz lazily, yet hurriedly got up and wen to Chemistry. The Prussian followed. She really hated the fact that they had almost all the main course classes together...almost. When she found out that she had all four classes with the albino, she went to the guidance office and immediately changed two of the four class times; she could last through two classes with Gilbert, but could Gil survive the wrath of the Hungarian once she snaps? Liz giggled at the idea as she envisioned the possible future for the "poor" Prussian.
She arrived, with Gilbert, in the class, and took her seat. Gil sat in the seat next to her, and she twitched. I really wish that these desks weren't for two people to sit at. Liz wanted so badly to move, but didn't feel up to it right then. She sighed and dealt with it. Too her delight, class started; she may hate the class to the core, but anything to get her mind off of the albino sitting next to her was enough.
They were finishing the notes from last class, and all of a sudden, energy consumed her; she started to giggle as thoughts came to her mind, she was bouncing a bit in her chair, she started to draw random things on her paper out of pure giddiness and boredom; for example, a unicorn. She didn't know how this sudden burst of happiness came up out of nowhere, and why she drew a unicorn, but felt better than a few seconds ago.
Liz's eyes started darting every which way as she looked around the classroom, bored, yet amused by the littlest things. She grabbed her pen, dropped it on the desk, grabbed it again, bit the clicker, pulled it away from her mouth, stared at it, then smiled. She glanced at the Prussian beside her, catching his eyes; he was staring at her, smiling, and she couldn't help but smile back, devilishly. Elizabeta moved her hand and drew on the albino's arm. He was quite shocked, but he didn't complain. This annoyed her; she wanted to irritate him to the point he'd yell at her. He never yelled at her before, besides being told that she's making a mistake about dating the "stick up his ass" Austrian, and she wanted to see what it was like.
Liz continued to draw on his arm, making sure that the teacher doesn't spot her, and scold her for not paying attention. She'd never admit it, but she was having fun "decorating" Gilbert's arm. In one spot there's the phrase "Yaoi FTW!" then another spot said "I'm gay so if you wants some then get some". She giggled to herself, picturing Gilbert's reaction from reading that sentence if...when he read it. She started to draw some doodles: hearts, unicorns for some ungodly reason, squiggles. She even got her colorful pens out and drew with them. She made a four colored rainbow, put a peace sign on his arm, colored in the word "gay" and did whatever else she wanted. She was tempted to just draw a dick on his arm, but decided not to... Then again... Liz took the pink pen, that barely showed up on his skin, and drew her favorite "masterpiece" out of them all.
Gilbert was enjoying the attention he was getting from Elizabeta...well...his arm was getting attention, but it was still awesome to him. He could care less about what she did to his arm, as long as it wasn't embarrassing... What am I saying? Anything that she's written or drawn won't be embarrassing to me; I can take whatever she throws at me, literally. He hummed to himself, focusing on the little strokes of her pens on his skin. When she started to draw something specific though, his eye widened and he looked at her. She looked satisfied at the finished marvel, so he glanced at his arm, afraid of confirming what she drew. Once he saw the faded picture of a dick on his arm, he paled and freaked. "What the hell?"
He stood up out of the chair, grabbing his arm to actually see what she did to his arm. "What?" She goes, pouting. "Don't you like the decorations?"
The class was staring at the two, eyes rolling since there was always a scene with the two in this class. Gilbert glared around the classroom, gazed at Liz, then sighed, taking his seat. "Just don't continue, all right?"
She nodded, still pouting. Mission failed. She thought. He didn't yell at me. Damn, and I so wanted him to. She sighed and faced the front of the classroom, glancing at the screen with the notes. Resting her head on her hand, she huffed and thought of what else she could do. As she thought, her nose started to run; she groaned. Just great, now I need a tissue. She looked across the room, spotting the tissue box, and shook her head. Getting up, she turned around the one way next to the wall, glancing at the stool in her way. Liz let out an angered sigh. "Why the hell do they always put it there? I always trip over the stupid thing, and it's annoying to have to move it every damn time." She glared at the wooden object, daring it to move on its own; it didn't, so she picked it up and set it down somewhere else.
For the rest of class she was trying so hard to not fall asleep. I can't believe how one minute I'm energetic, but then the next I'm tired as hell. She groaned a bit as she laid her head on the desk. I knew I should've stayed home today.
The class soon ended, to her happiness, and she went to a study hall where she just went and got lunch. She spotted her friends as she got out of the line with her tray of food and quickly ran over to them. "Have you guys seen the masterpiece on Gilbert's arm yet?" They looked at her.
"No, why?" Angel smiled as Liz sat down, then looked confused again.
"Well," She chuckled, "it's hilarious, and it was done by none other than...me." They blinked and looked for the Prussian. He came in, still wearing the ink decorations on his arm, and walked over to his own friends. They all caught sight of it and started to laugh.
"You did that?" Belle was laughing her head off, amazed and amused. "That is a work of art."
"Yeah," Angel wiped away a tear that threatened to drop, holding her stomach, "we should try and get a picture of it."
"Already done." They smirk as Liz took out her iPod, which happened to have at least three pictures of what she drew on the albino's arm, and showed them. They started to laugh, but once they saw the dick, there laughter became an uproar. People started to look at them, wondering why they're laughing now and at what?
"What's so funny?" The trio jumped at the sudden question coming from the Prussian. He was accompanied by Antonio and Francis who were smiling at the girls.
"Oh nothing." Liz went as she hid her iPod. "Just the pictures I drew on your arm; specifically the pink one that I drew last." Gilbert flushed as he glared at her.
"That wasn't funny."
"Yes it was, and it'll be even more funny when I post this around school."
He gasped. "You wouldn't dare." She just smiled, giving the three boys a chill. "Liz..." She chuckled. "Liz." Standing up, Elizabeta started running out of the cafeteria, ready to post the pictures anywhere and everywhere. "Liz!" The albino chased her, trying not to gain anymore embarrassment from her stupid drawings.
She giggled. "I hope you'll take care of my lunch for me!" She shouted to her friends. They merely nod, interested in the scene that played out in front of them.
"You know," Antonio said after the two left, "I think that Elizabeta actually does like Gilbert, but doesn't want to admit it yet."
"You just figured that out?" Angel spoke as she rested her head on her hands. The two boys looked at her. She smiled. "Liz has always been like that when she talks about him. She may claim that he's annoying, a pain in the ass, stubborn, and all that, but when she says all that, there's a sparkle in her eye."
"Ah~ a sparkle of love, perhaps?" Francis chimed in, dreamily as he pictured the two in his mind.
"Bingo." Belle chuckled. "It's just another one of those days for her, though; first she tired, then hyper, then bored, then energetic. She's energetic right now, as you can tell, and nothing's going to cross her mind as she keeps flirting with him." They all nod and chuckle.
Belle couldn't be more right. It was just another day to the Hungarian, a day that ended with her flustered from having an unexpected accident happen between her and the Prussian. She'd say that she hated the...accident, but...it'd be hard to deny the feelings she felt. Elizabeta is one crazy girl, but in her own way...awesome.
A/N: Eh...this was just a rambled, made up on the spot story, so it probably sucks. Though this did happen to me today. I was acting like how Hungary acted in this story, except i didn't write on a boy and draw a unicorn or any of those gay remarks; all i did was act really silly, hyper, and draw on my friends arm a bit. They were just lines and spots so...nothing really, but she did make a list. It was hilarious. The list was "Things to do in Chemistry Class" and most of what happened in this stories Chem class is what was listed.
Well, I hope you all like this little tid-bit story. It was just a random story (the first I've done with Hungary as the main character), but still...
Thanks for reading, mates! R&R.