Aye, it's belaruslovesyou~

Vlad: LUL NO IT'S ME.

Well, yeah... kinda the same thing...

Vlad: ... touche.

Anyway, sorry about how long it took to update! I don't own Hetalia! *sigh* Here's Chapter 2! Due! xD Enjoy!

I miss the bell that signals the end of this fourty minute long torture turned bliss. I move from my spot quickly once I see everyone leaving around me. For fourty some people, our choir is actually pretty frickin' loud.

I'm the last off the stage, besides Edelstein and Natalya. Edelstein rearranges his music into a tall, straight pile that I'm sure will be destroyed by tomorrow morning (our school's concert choir practices during homeroom). He leaves and goes back stage (I think there's a door that leads to the band room back there, but I'm not quite sure). I'm still getting my stuff around when Natalya starts to play the piano, some song she must have memorized, since her folder's closed. It's really flowly and pretty. I really want to stay and listen, but I have to get to history class. Plus, judging by her constant grim expression, she's not someone who would like to be stalked from behind a stage curtain.

I leave class feeling much happier then I did when I entered. I don't bother rushing to history-just turn left out of the audiotorium doors, then turn right. Third door on the left. I love this class-history's my favorite subject. It's also the only one I understand. Plus, all of my history teachers since seventh grade have been really awesome, especially my eigth grade one.

Anyway, I get to class right after the warning bell rings and take my seat in the very back of the third row. I see from the board we're learning about the Revolutionary War. Ha, I should go talk to my mom about this. She's British, and she still insists all us Americans are idiots. I don't think we're idiots, though. The United States of America, the land of the free and the home of the brave, is most certainly not idiotic. It's the best damn country on the face of the planet, thank you very much.

I try to pay attention to my teacher's ranting about Paul Revere, but I can't. Natalya's like the plague. I haven't even heard that girl talk, and I can't get her out of my head. So, instead of picturing Paul Revere riding majestically in the dark, Massachusetts night, I picture Natalya playing piano, all flowly and mysterious, grimace erased, replaced by a soft smile, eyes sparkling like a summer night. All shiny with pristine, white stars. Such wonderful, beautiful eyes...

"Psst, Alfred! Alll-fred! Alfred! Hey, dummkopf!" The hissing, accented whisper takes me back to reality. Instead of my blissful summer evening, I'm back in school, in the middle of a cloudy, dreary fall day.

I sigh, looking up at the teacher and then over to the whisperer. "What do you want, Gilby?"

Gilbert narrows his gaze at the use of my nickname for him. He's never liked it, not since I started calling him it way back in third grade. "What's with you? You're all outer space-y today, yes?"

I blink at the German, then shake my head. "I'll tell you later. You should probably pay attention, you know. You're almost failing in here."

Gilby snorts and leans back in his desk chair, his hands in his spikey, white hair. "It's a girl, isn't it? Ooh, it is, it is! Alfie has a little crush!" he smirks.

I turn my rapidly reddening face away from him. "I said pay attention," I mutter.

His smirk grows bigger. "I'll pay attention when you do, lover boy!" he chuckles.

I growl some choice words for Gilbert under my breath and try to turn my attention back to the class. Which, of course, brings me back to my dream land.

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I walk out of school with my head down, focusing on the asphalt of the road between the teachers' parking lot and the students'. We don't have any practice today, thank God. I think I would've exploded, with Gilbert's stupid, childish teasing.

I rushed out of history class as soon as the bell rang, so I wouldn't have to explain anything to him just yet. With lightening speed, I made it to my next class, and endured it in the same dreamlike state. But after that, I couldn't run away anymore. Gilby would be able to find me anywhere in the cafeteria...

The minute I walk through the doors, he ambushes me. "So, so, so, who is it, Alfie? Who is the witch who has put a spell on you?" he pesters.

Ha. Witch. That seems a very accurate way to describe her... "Why do you want to know?" I question. "Does it really matter that much? It's only a girl."

"Oh, no, no, no!" Gilbert shakes his head rapidly as we set our books down at our usual table, in the back left corner of the room. "No, it is not just a girl!"

I shake my head in confusion as we get in line for food. "Dude, yes, it is. What would it be if it wasn't a girl? A guy?" I shrudder.

He chuckles. "No, I mean, it's... you're acting different. I've seen you when you've liked other girls. Sure, you may get a little distracted. But this one's got you on another planet!" He chuckles again, smirking. "Your head is up higher than the clouds! Now, who is she?"

I roll my eyes. "You'd think we're two seventh grade girls who can't shut their mouths. Anyway, uh..." I mutter. I'm starting to blush, and I try to focus on the white floor tiles. ""It's... it's, uh..."

Gilbert's full-on laughing now. "See? It is different! You're blushing like a schoolgirl!"

"Shut up! Do you want to know or not?" I hiss. He quiets down, letting a little chortle escape here and there.

"Okay, I'm quiet now. I want to know," he says earnestly, looking at me with those big eyes. It's quite creepy, actually. Those eyes can get him anything-I've seen it.

"Uh, o-okay..." I sigh. "Well... h-her last name is Alfroskaya..."

He looks at me blankly, like I just said something extremely complicated. "Uh... Natalya?" he cocks his head to one side.

I nod, still looking away from him. "Yeah..."

He stares at me blankly for a few more seconds, and then starts laughing hysterically. "You... you fell for... for that?" He manages between giggle fits. "You.. you're... screwed, man! Screwed!"

I stare at him, confused and somewhat concerned. Shaking my head, I ask, "What... what do you mean? I don't understand..."

"Alfie," he says as he calms down. "Alfie, Alfie, Alfie. That girl... she'd go out with her step-brother before she'd date anyone from around here!"

And that little statement there caused me to remain in a frustrated, confused quiet for the rest of the day. I know for a fact that he wasn't being literal-I highly doubt she's into incest... but if she's really that, what's the word, Isolated? Yes, isolated. If she's really that isolated, then I doubt I have a chance...

I sigh and hit my head on the windshield of my white truck. I never thought I'd see the day when the football star couldn't get a girl...

But, wait-that's the thing. I have yet to see that day. So, no. I don't doubt that I have a chance with her. I doubt that she has a chance with anyone else but me!

I drive home with a new, determined attitude. Today, Natalya Alfroskaya. Tomorrow, Natalya Jones!

Chapter 2-complete! ^^ Ehhh, the first chapter was better. But they are only two of many...

Vlad: You're a hopeless romantic and you tend to drone on about things. Hell yes, there will be more chapters.

Yeaaaahhh... so, thank you for the reviews on chapter one, and please review this chapter! Tune in for chapter 3, too! I PROMISE I'll have it up faster this time.

Vlad: Procrastinators of the world, unite! ... tomorrow.

*sigh* True... true...