United Nations High

Italy was in very high spirits that morning, he had a great weekend. He went on some kind of hike with his grandfather and his fratello. The Italian smiled wider than usual his curl bobbing up and down, he greeted Germany louder than he usually did. This caused the tips of Germany's ears to redden. In the distance he could here Romano yelling at Spain already for his routine morning hug. Nothing could ruin his day.

That is, until his class decided what they were going to do for the cultural festival.

"A haunted house?" Italy cried. "I don't like haunted houses! They're scary and they could give the elderly (or me) a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry Italy, but majority rules." his teacher apologized.

The rest of the class began to chatter about what they were going to dress up as. Germany and Italy's class mostly (if not entirely) consisted of girls who knew how to create authentic costumes, and boys who were great boys who new how to build things from scratch. Basically, they were a very creative class.

"How about we let Feliciano paint the scenery?" A girl named Seychelles suggested. "You're good at art, aren't you?"

Italy immediately brightened, "I accept! I love painting!"

Germany sighed to himself, "It's odd how easily he goes from sad to cheerful."

The room suddenly erupted into masses of whoops, squeals, and laughter. Italy, despite still not liking the idea of the haunted house, couldn't help but melt along with them. Germany too found himself breaking away from his usual character to laugh as well.

"What're we going to wear, Sheila?" Australia asked India when things settled down, "I'm not worried about what it'll look like 'cause I know it's gonna be a beaut."

"That's a good question." she replied. "Since the theme is a Japanese cultural festival, we should research japanese ghosts and legends."

"Before we get into that, why don't we just go with ones we know off the top of our heads." Seychelles added. "First...ghosts."

"Skeletons!"

"Headless horsemen!"

"Godzilla!"

"King Kong!"

"Wait guys, I think we're regressing, King Kong is not scary. No exceptions." Australia interrupted.

"Agreed." New Zealand said.

They were making great progress, then the bell rang. The class immediately stopped talking to each other, gathered their belongings.

Lunchroom

"Germany! I was tricked!" Italy whimpered, he uncharacteristically didn't get pasta (or Italian food) and settled with sweets. "I like painting, but I paint still life and portraits! Not horror!"

"HEY DUDES, LOOK WHO JUST JOINED THE STUDENT BODY!" America approached the table, his arm around his younger brother, Matthew.

"Hello again..." Matthew said softly.

"MATTIE!" Prussia yelled as he glomped him from behind.

Austria's fork paused in midair and he glared at Prussia, who smirked right back from over Matthew's shoulder. Though he didn't know that America was giving him the exact same glare. When the silver hair sensed danger he backed off quickly, and tried to play it off.

"Uh...I forgot! Princess gets jealous when I'm with people other than him!" Prussia put his hands behind his head and stepped backwards.

"That's a lie, you dummy!" Austria defended.

"I'm glad you finally accept your nickname, Princess!" Prussia teased. He suddenly felt a sharp blow to the back of his head, followed by the floor being closer to his face than usual.

"Hey, guys!" Hungary smiled stepping over Prussia.

"Wait shouldn't we-" Matthew began.

"Don't worry about it Mattie, you don't die unless you're killed!" America slapped him on the back.

"Alfred, I think he has been killed!"

"He's fine. See look! He's groaning, that means he's breathing." America concluded.

"America, is that your twin or something?" Italy asked stepping in front of Matthew.

"No, that's Mattie, he's my little brother. He's a first year, like you!"

"Ve~ What's your country name?" Italy smiled brightly.

"Canada." Matthew said naturally, Italy could also be someone he could get along with.

Italy gave Matthew a hug, "We can be friends! I'm Italy and the over there is Germany, he's muscly."

He pointed to everyone within the proximity of the table.

"Austria."

"Spain."

"France."

"Hungary."

"And England."

Matthew nodded a 'hello' (even though he already knew Arthur and Francis.)

"You interested in joining a club, Canada?" Elizabeta got really close to Matthew.

"E-eh?"

2 weeks later, United Nations High (3 days until festival)

"The scenery is better than expected!" Seychelles doted, the canvas was the exact same size as one of the walls of their classroom.

"Ve~ It was pretty difficult to work out of area of expertise. Though I think it's good practice to divulge into the different art styles that aren't in your comfort zone." Italy said cheerily.

At this point the entire classroom stopped in stared. Most of them had blank expressions.

"Did Italy just..." was the thought that entered everyone's mind.

"Ve~ What's wrong? If you feel sick pasta is always a good way to go!"

"No, it's nothing." they sighed.

"Where are the other two?" Seychelles continued.

Italy thought for a moment, "Hmm...Kagaya said that I could leave them in their clubroom for safe-keeping. I could go get them-"

"No! No! No! No!" Seychelles replied too quickly. "I'll get it." She laughed nervously. "Everyone in here is driving"

"Are you sure? You wouldn't need any he-"

"Hahaha! No, it's been a while since I've seen Hungary and Kagaya anyways!" Seychelles reassured, she left out the classroom before Italy could say anything else.

"Ah! Germany, where are you?" Italy fidgeted.

"Hellooo..." Seychelles popped her head through the door of the YM clubroom. "I've come for the canvases."

No answer. The brunette peered around the room, searching for a sign of life. Seychelles stepped through the door and into the clubroom. Curiosity got the best of her, and she started looking at the shelves of books.

"What kind of book is this?" Seychelles picking up a manga book. "It's...backwards?" She turned it around experimentally, trying to figure out which side she would start on. Luckily she chose the right way and opened it up. "It's all in Japanese."

Kagaya and Hungary looked at her from a hidden location in the room (under the table). They silently egged her on with their eyes.

"W-w-w-w-what is this?" Seychelles cried, she dropped the book and staggered backwards, clutching the table behind her for support. "Two boys?" She said hoarsely. "My virgin eyes!"

The two fangirls under the table covered each others mouths, now was a crucial time. Would Seychelles pick the book up again or run screaming? Only time would tell. Seychelles stood up straight, took a deep breath and approached the book once again. She crouched to the ground and picked it up cautiously.

"Do I read it or not?" Seychelles murmured to herself. "Forbidden love... but on a whole other level! Should I? Shouldn't I?" The poor girl started babbling incoherently with herself, her face growing redder and redder with excitement. Seychelles finally decided to read it, she flipped through page after page.

"Hello!" Hungary and Kagaya announced simultaneously.

"Wah!" Seychelles jumped up, letting the book fall from her grasp. She dusted off her skirt and laughed awkwardly. "I wasn't... I didn't... it was just... I mean..." she held up her hands defensively. "I didn't read the Japanese books with the two boys! Honest!"

"Didja hear that, President? That sounded like suspiciously specific denial." Kagaya chuckled darkly.

"Indeed it did, assistant. Don't deny that urge, Seychelles. Accept it." Hungary smiled evilly.

"I dunno..." Seychelles said uncertainly. "But I want to read more...oddly."

"Good choice." Hungary said.

"Welcome to our world (club) enjoy the contents of this room." Kagaya motioned all around the room.

"We have to go pick up our costumes for the festival! Bye!" Hungary and Kagaya disappeared through the door.

Seychelles was alone in the room.

"Wait, What did I come in here for, again?"

Hallway

Italy couldn't find Germany, he finally wanted to tell him about what happened that day with Émile. He couldn't exactly tell him beforehand, it was too difficult. Honestly, Italy didn't know why this time was different, but for whatever reason, something told him that now was a good time. He searched everywhere and couldn't find him.

"Italy? Are you looking for something?" A voice called behind him, he recognized it as Lithuania's.

"Ve~ Actually I am! Have you seen Germany?" Italy grinned upon seeing Lithuania.

"Germany? I think he's still in the student council room doing paperwork. I just dropped off our menu for the cafe we're doing." Lithuania answered softly.

"Really? Grazie, Lithuania!" Italy dashed away in the opposite direction."

Student Council Room

Germany was mumbling gibberish to himself, his hand speeding across paper after paper. Everyone else had already left, apparently everyone was in dire need for help.

"Ve? Germany?" Italy slunk through the door hesitantly. He noticed that no one was in there other than the blonde. Italy knocked on the door to get Germany's attention. "Germany?"

"Come in." Germany asnwered sternly without looking. He set his pen down for a moment and looked up. "Oh, it's just you, Italy."

"I...need to tell you something...important. Do you have a moment?" Italy was getting less and less eager as he made his way to the desk where Germany was currently sitting.

Germany removed his glasses, "What is it? Did something happen?" He stood up from his chair and approached Italy.

"The first day at Émile's shop...when I started working there...I dropped some stuff-" Italy stammered.

"You can be pretty clumsy at times." Germany chuckled slightly.

"Right, hahaha," Italy replied dryly. "then Émile...he...well." Italy trailed off. "Y'know Germany, it's nothing really. I'll come back later, when you're not as busy."

Italy turned around to leave but was quickly stopped when Germany grabbed his arm, spun him around, and placed his hands on Italy's shoulders.

"Italy! What happened with Émile?" Germany looked at Italy with piercing eyes.

"This." Italy took his thumb and rubbed a spot on his neck and it revealed a dark reddish-purple hickey. "I asked Hungary for concealer to c-cover it up. I didn't want to tell you...I'm sorry Germany, please don't hate me!"

Germany didn't say anything, but the words from Émile popped up in his head again.

"Hold on to him, Ludwig. If you don't, someone will surely take Feliciano away from you the first chance they get."

"Feliciano." Germany forcefully laid Italy across the desk. He trapped Italy's hand and kissed him on the lips. "Feliciano, where else did he touch you?"

Kagaya here! Doing a little free advertising~

Okay, so for the past month I've been preoccupied by this awesome Ho Yay filled anime called Tiger & Bunny! The animation is awesome, so are the voice actors, not to mention the plotline! I don't like mecha (well Tiger and Bunny really isn't mecha when you get down to it.) I highly recommend this anime for you fangirls out there! I'm proud to say that I've joined that fandom now! But Hetalia is still my number one!

In other news! I have a new poll up! If you've visited my profile page then you already know that I have some ideas about other fics. So take the poll and see which fic you'd like to see online! (After APM and UN High is over!)

Don't forget to check out the anime, Tiger & Bunny! It's awesome!

P.S. Next chapter, the festival will be here! Whoo! And let's welcome Matthew (aka Canada) to UN High and Seychelles into our world of yaoi!

P.S.S Seychelles eventually got the scenery.