Title: Hetalia Academy II
Pairings: Germany/Italy, America/England, France/Canada, Japan/Greece, Japan/England, Canada/England, Switzerland/Liechtenstein, Austria/Hungary, Switzerland/Austria, Spain/Romano, Russia/China
High schools tough, we all know that. But how about an international boarding school? With Germany and Romano constantly fighting, America in depression, Austria doing things he shouldn't be doing and Russia still being...weird, tears and teenage emotions are running high, will these kids ever get their act together?
Chapter 10 - Kicking Off
'This is driving me insane, I have to tell someone, even if it's not France, I can't keep it bottled up anymore...' Canada rested his head against the library bookshelf, closing his eyes as a tear escaped and rolled down his cheek. He couldn't take it. The pressure, the worry, the insecurities...everything was slowly building inside of him threatening to burst. Canada rested a palm against his flat stomach, rubbing it gently, almost wishing he could reach inside of himself and dispose of the problem, but he couldn't. The only thing he could possibly do at this time was tell France, and even that was proving difficult. 'He promised we'd talk this morning...' the Canadian thought gloomily, France had had an early lesson and rushed off before Canada was even properly awake...maybe it was just as well, he hadn't really prepared himself for what he was going to say, but then again, what else could he possibly say besides; 'France I'm pregnant with your child'?
Just thinking about those words brought more tears to the Canadian's eyes, what was he doing? He was pregnant! At sixteen! Even if he did tell France that wasn't the only thing he'd have to over come. Eventually Canada knew he would start to get bigger, and what would everyone think of him when they realised? What if Mr Danketsu asks him about it? What if he was kicked out of school?...he knew France loved him, but he didn't know how much his boyfriend would be willing to sacrifice to stay with him. Canada sniffed slightly, biting his lip to prevent the sound of any sob escaping, he couldn't stop picturing it...
"France...I'm pregnant."
France stared at Canada, eyes wide, nose wrinkled in confusion, "...you are?"
"Yes..." Canada whispered softly as he approached France, who was rapidly backing away, Canada stopped, "...what's wrong?"
"Canada...I don't want to 'ave a child with you..."
"...what?"
"I'm sorry, I don't want to be tied down." France turned around and fled, leaving Canada alone and scared, tears cascading down his face as it became apparent that he was completely abandoned when he needed France the most...
"Oh God..." Canada cried softly, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve as he stayed tucked up against the bookshelf by the window out of sight. He'd managed to get through the first couple of lessons without breaking down, but now he wasn't distracted by work he had more time to think about his situation and it was tearing him apart.
"Canada?" a voice from the other side of the bookshelf queried with concern. England moved one of the books from the shelf to get a better look at the teary eyed Canadian, "...are you okay?"
"Urm I...yeah I'm fine..." Canada stood up straight and turned away from the bookshelf, wiping his eyes furiously to hide any evidence of tears.
England came round to the other side of the bookcase, looking at his friend with concern, "Were you in here crying?"
"N-No..." Canada turned away from him again, catching sight of himself in the reflection from the window and cursing slightly as he looked anything but not crying.
"What's wrong?" England placed a hand on Canada's shoulder, gently turning him back around to face him.
"Nothing, I'm just not feeling too good that's all..." Canada managed a small smile, straightening up slightly, "Anyway...how are you and Japan doing?"
England quirked an eyebrow, knowing Canada was trying to distract him from finding out what was wrong with him however he didn't want to make the Canadian uncomfortable by pressing any further, "Fine thank you...how's...your brother doing?" England asked, trying not to seem interested.
Canada sighed softly, "I haven't really talked to him recently but last time I checked, badly...England why are you torturing him like this?"
England rolled his eyes, "Canada if he cared about me he wouldn't have denied our relationship...and I'll have you know we both happen to be on good terms."
"Really?"
"Yes, we've agreed to be civil...maybe one day we could even be friends again..." England mused softly.
Canada shook his head, "I still think you two should get back together, what America did to you wasn't that bad."
England quirked an eyebrow, "You don't think it was that bad?"
"No, at least not bad enough to break up."
"Yes well...you wouldn't know about such things, you and France have a perfect relationship." England said bitterly.
Canada laughed slightly, "Are you serious? We're far from perfect."
"Really?" England looked confused, "I've never seen you two have an argument about anything."
Canada sighed, "We don't exactly argue but he does do things that annoy me sometimes."
England smiled slightly, taking a step closer to him, "Such as?"
"Well...he brags about our sex life, in disturbing amounts of detail, it's really embarrassing." Canada looked up in surprise when he realised how close the Brit was standing to him.
"So, you and France are having problems then?" England asked as he leaned against the bookshelf, still moving ever so slightly closer to the Canadian.
"W-Well no I mean...it's not a problem really..." Canada tried to take a step back when he felt the window behind him meaning he could go no further.
"It sounds like a problem to me." England murmured softly, their toes practically touching as England continued to back him up against the window.
Canada blushed slightly at the sudden closeness, looking up at England in confusion, "...you used to like me didn't you Canada?"
"W-What?" Canada croaked nervously.
"When we first met last semester, admit it, you had a crush on me." England smirked slightly at the deep shade of red staining Canada's cheeks.
"W-Well I urm...I might have found you attractive at first but...but it was very short lived..." Canada said nervously as England only seemed to be leaning closer to him, nose almost in contact with his own.
"I knew there was something between us..." England mumbled softly as he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Canada's softly. Their kiss was light and sweet but there was something different about it which both boy's could feel...it felt awkward. England softly brushed his fingers through Canada's hair and deepened the kiss slightly however this didn't seem to make a difference, neither one was enjoying it. When England slowly pulled away he felt a pang of guilt, but it wasn't Japan's face that came to mind, but America's. Canada looked up at England, cheeks blazing scarlet, shifting uncomfortably under the Englishman's gaze, England sighed, "...I'm sorry Canada." he took a few steps back, releasing the Canadian.
Canada bit his lip, wiping his mouth, "...it's okay..." he whispered softly, he could feel tears building in his eyes again as it hit home that he'd cheated on France...whilst pregnant with his child.
"That...was rather awkward wasn't it?" England chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his head, "You urm...you kiss like your brother."
"...America's an awkward kisser?"
"No just...forget it, it doesn't matter." England sighed, looking at Canada sadly, he quirked an eyebrow at the way Canada's eyes were watering rapidly, "Are you okay?"
"N-No..." Canada sobbed quietly, "England...I don't know what to do..." he ran his hands across his face as he cried, England staring at him in shock.
"What do you mean? Is this what you were upset about before?" England took out a handkerchief and gently moved Canada's hands away from his face, wiping away his tears for him.
Canada nodded, throwing himself into England's arms, crying quietly into his shoulder, it wasn't ideal, but he needed to tell somebody, anybody, even England, "England...I-I'm so confused..."
"Canada what's happened?" England pulled back slightly so he could look at him properly, he gently rubbed his back up and down as Canada continued to cry and whimper, unable to get any words out, "Just calm down okay? Take a deep breath, and tell me what's wrong."
Canada took a deep, shuddering breath, looking at England with teary, fearful eyes, "England...I-I'm pregnant."
England stared at Canada, his eyes slowly widening as his words sunk in, "W-What?"
Canada bit his lip, sniffling slightly, "I'm pregnant...with France's child."
"But...h-how?" England looked down at Canada's stomach, still in a state of shock.
"I don't know..." Canada whispered softly, wiping his eyes, "...but I did a test, I'm definitely pregnant."
"But that means...oh my God..." England stared at Canada with both shock and slight disgust as he suddenly realised something, "You had sex with France!"
Canada blushed furiously, looking away, "Well of course I have!...didn't you with America?"
"No!" England blurted out, blushing at the idea, "...we might have, if things had been different but..." England shook his head, going off topic for a moment, "You're pregnant are you serious?"
"Yes!" Canada snapped, sadness forgotten as he became more desperate, "I don't know what to do England..."
England shook his head, still having trouble grasping the concept, "Why would you even think to do a pregnancy test?"
Canada sighed softly, regaling England with the story, "I went to see the school nurse about my illness, I told her all my symptoms and she just said to get some rest, then joked that I sounded pregnant, I thought, what if I am?...so I took one of the tests from her office back to the dormitory, did it and...it came up positive."
England paused for a moment, taking it all in, "Have you told France?"
"No, I haven't had the chance yet..." Canada bit his lip, he glanced around the room to make sure no one was in ear shot of them, lowering his voice slightly, "...but England I'm so scared, I have no idea what he'll say, what he'll do..."
"Knowing France he'll most likely congratulate himself for being able to get you pregnant..." England drawled.
"England I'm serious!" Canada glared at him slightly but his eyes betrayed him, he was in too much of a state to be angry right now, "I don't know what to do..." he whimpered softly, tears building in his eyes again.
England softened instantly and he placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, "Hey it'll be okay...France may be a bastard but he really loves you Canada."
"I know..." Canada sniffed, wiping his eyes, "...but still, he doesn't want a baby..."
"Wait..." England stared at the Canadian, "...you're not...you're not keeping it are you?"
Canada looked confused, "Well why wouldn't I?"
England shook his head, "Canada you can't have a kid...you're just a kid yourself."
"I know but..." Canada bit his lip, placing a hand over his stomach, "...it's mine and France's child...I have to keep it."
"Canada you could be throwing your life away, I mean what about your education?"
Canada looked around the library, at all the shelves stacked high with books, several students quietly working at the tables, out of the window he could see people studying together on the field, playing sports or just hanging out, all happily and at peace...he loved the academy, and everything it stood for...but he knew he loved France more, "...France means more to me."
England sighed, he needed to get through to him, he was talking like he was in a fairy tale, "Canada, you can't just gamble on something that might not last."
"France and I can overcome anything, we love each other England..." Canada smiled, he felt as though a giant weight had been lifted as he suddenly realised what he should have done when he first found out he was pregnant, "I'm going to tell him, today."
England gave another sigh, giving up, "If you're sure..."
"I am, I know it'll be okay." Canada smiled at the Brit, believing in his own words, "...but first I need to tell him about our kiss."
England stared at him, "Wait, what?"
"I need to tell him we kissed."
"Canada..." England rubbed the back of his head, biting his lip, "I don't think France needs another reason to hate me."
"I need to be honest with him, I'll feel guilty if I don't tell him that I kissed someone else."
"Canada it was barely a kiss, I've given more tongue to inanimate objects whilst drunk."
Canada gave England a confused look before continuing, "Even still, I have no secrets from my boyfriend." the concerned look England was giving him unnerved him slightly, he tried to reassure the Brit, "...and once I tell him about our baby he won't even care." he placed a hand over his stomach and rubbed it gently, smiling slightly.
"Okay, well if France takes it badly, I'll be here for you okay?" England placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"Thank you England, I feel a lot better now." Canada beamed, he really did feel better, he was convinced what he had said was the truth, he loved France, and France loved him...and together they'd get through this, "...you don't mind not telling anybody else do you? Just for now."
England smiled slightly, miming zipping his lips, "My lips are sealed."
~0~
Liechtenstein watched her boyfriend from where she stood in the bedroom doorway, Switzerland was staring intently down at his homework, scribbling away. She bit her lip, afraid to talk to him, she knew if she did she'd end up confronting him about what she was already convinced was true. Her boyfriend had had sex with Mr Austria. She only discovered this an hour ago but it was all she'd thought about, there was no way it couldn't be true, she'd heard Mrs Hungary and Mr Austria discussing it themselves, '...that's why Switzerland's been acting so strange recently...' she thought in dismay.
"Liechtenstein?" she jumped slightly as her name was called, Switzerland looked up at her in confusion, "How long have you been stood there? Maybe you should get some homework done." he shuffled over on the bed to make some room for her, Liechtenstein stayed put, eyes starting to water.
"Switzerland..." her voice was soft and full of gloom, slowly she stepped into the room, yet kept distance between her and her boyfriend.
"Yes? What is it Liechtenstein?" he sat up, looking at her in confusion.
She bit her lip, a tear escaping and rolling down her cheek, "...did you sleep with Mr Austria?"
Switzerland went pale, his eyes widened, his heart pounding nervously in his chest, "I...I...where did you hear that?"
"Did you?" she ignored the question, stepping closer to him.
Switzerland looked away, swallowing, "No...no we didn't have sex no."
"But you've done something with him..." she whispered, tears welling in her eyes, she knew him too well, she knew when he'd done something he was ashamed of.
He bit his lip, running his hands through his hair, clutching at his blonde locks, "Liechtenstein...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it to happen."
"But it did happen...twice." she placed her head in her hands, crying quietly. Switzerland felt a strong pang of guilt, his own eyes starting to water, he was still slightly bewildered as to how she found out about the affair but he didn't have time to dwell on that now.
"Liechtenstein..." Switzerland got up off the bed and reached for her, "I'm so sorry."
"Why did you do it?" she sniffed, wiping her eyes as he tried to hug her, but she turned away, not allowing him to.
Switzerland felt slightly hurt at the rejection, "I don't know...it just happened, Liechtenstein I hate myself for doing it."
Liechtenstein looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Do you hate yourself for doing it because you hate Mr Austria? Or because you love me?"
"Both! Liechtenstein I never wanted to hurt you." he gently placed a hand against her cheek, "...I'm sorry."
"Did you kiss him first?" she asked shakily, afraid of his response.
Switzerland shook his head furiously, "No, I swear, it was him first, all of it was his fault."
"So he took advantage of you?" Liechtenstein asked, gazing off into the distance as she thought about what that meant.
"Well...I wouldn't go that far..." Switzerland said unsurely, taking hold of her hands, "But Liechtenstein I promise you it will never, ever, happen again."
"I'll make sure of that."
"What?" Switzerland looked confused, not quite sure he'd heard her correctly.
"He should be punished for what he did." she said quietly, turning around and reaching for the door.
"Wait what? Where are you going Liechtenstein?"
"I have something I need to do." with that she left, shutting the door behind her before Switzerland could say anything else.
~A few minutes later~
Mr Danketsu leant back in his office chair, letting the words sink in, he sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment before standing up, pacing around the room for a few moments, he turned to the person sat in front of his desk, "...you're absolutely sure you are telling me the truth?"
"Yes."
He slowly sat back down, regarding the young girl for a moment, "These are very serious allegations you're making against Mr Austria."
"I know, I want serious action to be done Sir."
"If what you're saying is the truth, I can assure you serious action will be taken." Mr Danketsu picked up the phone on his desk and dialled a number, "Hello Miss Belgium, would you be so kind as to fetch Mr Austria, Mrs Hungary and young Switzerland and bring them to my office?...thank you." he put down the receiver, sighing deeply. "If you'll just bear with me a few moments Liechtenstein, I promise justice will be served."
Liechtenstein smiled, "Thank you Sir."
~0~
Canada found himself once again sat on the edge of his bed, waiting to tell France the news that he was pregnant. Only this time he actually felt good about it. All his previous anxieties were almost completely gone, he was convinced France would take the news well...
"France...I'm pregnant."
France stared at Canada, eyes wide, nose wrinkled in confusion, "...you are?"
"Yes..." Canada smiled softly as France approached him, placing a hand on his stomach.
"Canada...that's wonderful..." he beamed, pulling Canada into a tight hug, "We're 'aving a baby! Canada I'm so 'appy!" he lifted his love and swung him around, gently placing him down on the bed.
"Really? You're happy about it?"
"Oui...I love you so much Canada, and I'll love our child just as much..." he leant in for a kiss and Canada felt on top of the world, right then everything in his life was perfect...
"Bonjour mon cher." Canada looked up, beaming when he saw his boyfriend step into the room, "Are you ready to get some lunch?"
"In a minute." Canada stood, gently taking hold of France's hands, "France I have two things I need to tell you." he hadn't forgotten that he needed to tell France about the kiss first, although he was sure it would seem like nothing compared to the other thing he needed to tell him.
"Two things now? Oh no! Oh Canada I'm so sorry...I completely forgot you needed to tell me something zis morning..." France frowned, pressing his lips to Canada's forehead, "...forgive moi?"
"Oui...but France...this first thing I have to tell you, promise me you won't get mad okay?"
France's face dropped, "Why, what iz it?"
"Just...it's not a big deal okay? I mean compared to what else I have to tell you...I just need to tell you this one little thing but please don't make a big deal out of it because the second thing is more important." Canada took a step back, biting his lip, wishing more than anything that England hadn't kissed him before.
France looked confused, "...okay...what iz it?"
"Me and England kissed." Canada winced slightly as he said it, hoping France would keep calm and in control.
He didn't, "You...WHAT?"
Canada jumped slightly at the sudden angry tone France took, "Only for a second! Please don't be mad."
"You are telling me zat English whore tried it on with MY little Canada?" France stood shaking, his face slowly going red.
Canada bit his lip, taking a step back, "Well, kind of, but like I said it's not a big deal compared with-"
"Not a big DEAL? It iz a HUGE deal!" France snapped, flinging his arms out almost knocking over a lamp, "I'm not going to stand around why zat smug ugly Brit abuses you! Who ze hell does he think he iz? Just because no one wants him doesn't mean he can kiss whoever he likes and get away with it!" France snarled furiously, reaching for the door.
"France I still have something else I have to tell you! Where are you going?" he reached for France's hand but he was already halfway out the door.
"I'm going to find England and punch him in ze face!" he slammed the door shut behind him, grumbling angrily in French as he stormed off to find the 'English whore.'
Oh wow, I actually got this done before midnight, usually I'm up half the night finishing a chapter this is a serious record for me XD
Ahh England...I'm really struggling to love you :(
Hope you enjoy, reviews are love :)