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?

Author's Note: Okay so now I'm going to be skipping around since we have an idea of how the school days work out, I hope this moves things along a little more! The DO is the Disciplinary('s) Office, and I apologize in advance for Sadik's language, this by no means reflects my personal views just the characters. (Please don't hurt me!)

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 delicious Hetalia crack~

Period 3 Tuesday: Sadik

That prick olive nigger thinks that moving in on my prey, and getting me in trouble makes him king of the fucking hill. I'll show that little brat: Was my general line of thinking for most of the morning. Yesterday he had sent me a picture of him and Kiku in the infirmary, all cozy with his arm around the small blushing boy.

I knew what his game was and he wasn't going to fucking win. "Yo" Aroon greeted me sitting in the seat ahead. "So what was yesterday all about, I heard that you were in DO for a long time."

"Don't ask. I'll just end up getting pinched again."

"That bad huh?" he wasn't a half bad guy, but something about him just always felt off. "Hey you related to a Kiku Honda by any chance?"

His brows drooped to hood his eyes "Did you ask me that just because I'm Asian?"

"Kinda, look I know he's Japanese, and you're Thai, but he said something about his brothers not being Japanese. So I just thought I'd ask." I shrugged not really caring if he got offended. I'd come to the realization a long time ago that any peoples that you're not familiar with look the same until you've spent some time with them. Hell when I first got here I couldn't tell the difference between one white ass and the next until they opened their mouth. They all had the same face for months. Now I had a better chance of differentiating, but if I didn't have to I wasn't going to offer to guess. You'd be surprised how pissed of an Australian can get when you ask if he's British, or better yet ask a Guatemalan if their Mexican or vice versa, that's a fight waiting to happen.

With so many ethnicities though, it would be a lot easier if people could just let shit slide. Correct the offending person, tell them to never assume again, let them apologize, and then forgive them. That's what I do…unless they ask if I'm Greek, in which case I count to five and punch them. There was one Greek in particular that really pissed me off and the less I had to do with him the better. So no, I was not Greek.

"Yo, Sadik, you in there?" Aroon's hand waved in front of my hand. "You okay there? You look extremely pissed again."

"Fucking goat banger, he pisses me off so much" I said trying to come out of my thoughts.

"Hey what's happening lowlifes?" Mathais, while being a pretty cool guy, had an ego the size of Gilbert Beilschmidt and that American sophomore combined, and then some probably. The Dane was tall and bossy. We had ended up befriending each other back in eighth grade while hiding in the same classroom after a harmless scuffle with some ninth graders. We dodged teachers on the way back to the dorms where his so called best friend patched us up. Truthfully I think that Lukas might hate him, but the Dane is either too stupid or too lovesick to notice how he picks on him. Personally Lukas was my kind of man, small and fragile looking, but out of respect for Mat I was never going to pursue him. Now if he came up to me that would be a different story.

"So heard you were in the DO for a while yesterday, this have anything to do with what a little birdy told me?" His grin was one of smug confidence, he had heard the whole story alright, but Aroon hadn't so I doubted that he was gonna let it go.

"Class started asshole." My last line of defense was the ringing bell. But it was World History IV, so that excuse would hold for a good ten minutes while Ms. Dillen took roll call, collected homework, and handed out the 'guided' notes that had to be completed for tomorrow. Man this school sucked at teaching, you'd think with so many rich types that they would at least try. Sometimes this place seemed like one big dumping ground for privileged kids whose parents didn't have any time for them. Right up until a test, and then you realized they actually expected us to know shit. The only reason the whole student body wasn't failing miserably is because most of their parents instilled too much pride in them to fail. That's why the teachers didn't give a shit. The students would pass – for the most part – regardless of what the teacher taught.

"Work in groups or pairs or whatever until the end of class. I'll be up front if you have any questions." Several students shuffled their seats and Mat and Aroon turned towards me. We did the assignment with 20 minutes of class to spare, that's when he brought it back up.

"So did the masked marvel tell you what happened to him?" Mat was referring to my odd collection of masks that he may or may not have caught me wearing a time or two. And may or may not have let the whole student body know. I grimaced at the memory and the name.

"No, only that he was afraid of blowing up and getting in trouble again." Aroon smiled with a devious look lighting his eye. I always felt he was one of the ones to watch. His always talked enough to keep you going, but listened closely enough to get whatever information out of you that he wanted – whether you wanted to give it up or not. He probably had better gossip than anyone, except maybe Elizabeta, but that was debatable.

"Oh ho, well looks like Mr. Adnan here has picked a little freshman to occupy his time, however it seems that Mr. Karpusi has his eye on the same little freshman. Now whether or not the later is doing it to spite the first, well there was nothing definite but Eliza seemed to think that was most likely the case." His laugh boomed in the room making a few snoozing students jump out of their seats.

"Hey Mathais, keep your voice down." The teacher yelled from her desk.

"Sorry teach, I'll try," He wore a shit eating grin.

"Since when the hell did you start talking to that freak?" I was of course referring to Eliza.

"Well my buddy Lars –"

"Wait you mean that Dutch guy that graduated last year?" Aroon interrupted. Lars was seriously into flowers. I mean, I knew that our countries had fought over the Country of Tulips title, but apparently he was going into that type of industry and thought to rub it in my face. What did I care over some stupid flowers? After that though the guy was okay, just weird.

"Yeah him, well his sis is Bella, whose good friends with Eliza, we got to talking last year. And well yeah." The man blushed and I knew the end of this story. She had blackmailed him. It was common knowledge that she had before, but no one knew who exactly it included.

"I knew there was more going on between you and Lukas." Aroon chuckled putting it together as well.

"Anyway, so now we talk in study hall, oh and by the way man, she has that picture of him and Heracles."

I groaned. "Him who?" Aroon asked, probably just to confirm that it was the same Japanese kid that I asked about earlier.

"Some Japanese kid named Kiku Honda, or Honda Kiku. I always mess up Asian names."

"You do know what you're getting yourself into right Sadik?"

"What do you mean?" There was no way that short, creamy skinned, freshman could take me.

"Well on top of being vice captain of the kendo club even though he's only a freshman, his brother Yao is the Chinese guy that graduated last year." I groaned inwardly, doing my best to not let the other two know, they were friends but they weren't good enough friends.

"Wow, you know how to pick them Sadik." I sure did, the kendo thing was a slight overlook that would just make him more appetizing, but the Yao thing? No way, if I hurt his little brother and Kiku decided to tell his brother I had no doubts that the Chinaman would send his large Russian boyfriend after me. And if I hurt the Russian by some miracle, his Belarusian sister would be at my neck with a knife.

However I wasn't about to let these two know I was thinking of giving up the little Asian, and now that I had been formally challenged by Heracles I couldn't exactly give up. Though if he got his throat slit by the Belarusian chick that would make my life easier. "Guess the stakes have just gotten a little higher." I tried for confidence; the devious Cheshire smile that lit Mat's face though took what little I had mustered away.

"Well then, you should also know that I've heard Eliza has already befriended the tasty little Jap. Apparently he joined her Fujuwhatsit club." Aroon chuckled and I didn't bother to hide the groan this time, going so far as to let my head fall onto the desk. This just got a lot more complicated.

A/N: So Aroon is Thailand just a reminder, because I'm not sure I mentioned it before (it's a Thai name that I liked –shrugs-), oh and Mathais is Denmark, just fyi. Olive nigger and goat banger were just two of the derogatory names I found on the internet, again these were ones that didn't have an intensity scale so…

I tried to hint at the accents, but let me know if I failed, because if so then I'll stop. If you would like to correct spelling, grammar, language use, feel free. Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated! Also reviews are love!

Thank you for reading! -Tori