Ohmehgerd! I got a great response off the first day this went up! So here's the second chapter!

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Hetalia

I watched Alfred chat up this girl on the bus. I sighed, and looked out the window. I heard her down right reject him and he turned to me in the seat. "I think I should just be a homo. Matty, what's wrong?"

"I said some mean things to papa this morning."

"Must've been real mean for you to start calling him papa again."

"Well it was very mean. I gave him mom's diary, told him to read the last page. I told him, in a not-so-nice way to forget about her and move on." I curled up in my hoodie. Then remembered Al's try-outs were today. "Oh,"

"Hm?" He asked as I pulled my hoodie off and handed it to him.

"You need mom's luck more then me. Just don't trash it." He took the hoodie and smiled. I almost saw tears in his eyes but he blinked them away. He engulfed me in a bear hug.

"Thanks Matty. But won't you be cold?"

"Yeah, but oh well. You're try-outs are important to you. I can live a day without my hoodie." I smiled reassuringly at him. He smiled back but took his own bomber jacket off and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Hey fags. Get a room." Arthur, one of Al's friends called from behind us. Al got this deadly gleam in his eyes. And turned around in his seat, crossing his arms.

"Do you have a problem with queers, Kirkland? Seeing how you are one I wouldn't be talking." His voice lowered a few octaves and he looked dangerous. I could see the fury in his eyes and it raised goose bumps on my arms.

Arthur raised his hands in defense, "All is good Al, Just joking around ok?"

"No. It's not OK. As future quarter back of the football team you better watch your back Kirkland." I turned around just in time to see the Brit shrink back into his seat.

I over heard the infamous trio in the back of the bus chatting about the football try-outs. Antonio was trying to convince Francis to give it a go and Gilbert kept telling Antonio to shut up. I sighed and looked out the window as we pulled up to the school.

The day went without much disturbance. In Chemistry, my teacher blew up a watermelon, History we discussed the Prussian wars, English we read Mark Twain, I finished my workshop projects a month early so I slept fourth period, Fifth was gym and I skipped that class and hid in the library.

I was reading Da Vinci Code when I was interrupted by a certain French accent. I looked up and saw the tall, blonde haired sky blue eyed French jock.

"Mon amie, is this seat taken?" he asked. I shook my head and he sat down across from me. I watched as he pulled out a few books, a pen and a few sheets of paper. I noticed they were History 1 books. He should be in History 2 as a junior.

"Hey, uh, Francis. If you're failing History I can help you." He looked up at me, and I saw his cheeks turn a few shades darker.

"Um well, I, uh, yeah..." He hit his head on the table. "Just no one can find out I'm being tutored by you."

"I'll pretend not to be offended by that."

"Good..." He hit his head on the table again. "This Saturday. Come over my place around 5. I'll order pizza or cook or something." He looked up at me and I nodded.

"Alright. But I happen to know you have a test Friday and studying Saturday won't help you. So how about you come to my place. After the football try-outs..." he nodded.

"Fine..." he nodded and smiled. But instead of doing what a real tutor would do, I just talked to him. And he welcomed the conversation. We talked the entire period, even walking to Al's try-outs we talked. Gilbert and Antonio however, cut off the conversation when they pulled the Frenchman to the locker room. They were forcing the guy to try out.

I didn't have anyone to talk to so I half watched Al's first football practice and I half read the book Francis interrupted. But again it was him to distract me from my reading. With the helmet off, his long wavy hair was gleaming in the sun. He was listening to what the coach was saying but I could tell, even from the distance that he had his mind elsewhere.

He saw me looking up from my book and smiled in my direction. I looked around my seat; no one was around me besides the cheerleaders at the bottom of the bleachers. His smile was aimed upward towards me not the girls. This gave me slight chills and the incentive to blush.

I watched the guys on the field huddle up and break apart, the practice was over for the day, and who ever made the team will be posted outside the library. I got up and made my way towards Alfred.

"Hey, you were amazing. Your skill defiantly improved since last year, the coach would be crazy not to put you on the team." I said enthusiastically, even with my small voice it was rather loud.

"Really think so? God I hope so. I'll be disappointed in myself if I don't." His smile told me that he would be fine if he got cut from the team.

Alfred gave me a big hug and quick peck on the cheek before he ran off to the locker room to change. Francis some how managed to sneak behind me and he covered my eyes.

"Guess who?" he said teasingly.

"The ice cream man?" I answered and laughed. I moved his hands from my face and got out of his reach. "What am I your best friend now or something?" he paused and seemed to consider the notion.

"Yeah. You're better to talk to then Toni and Gilbert. And you don't force me to play stupid American sports."

"I can see where you're coming from." I laughed. "But hey, you kind a stink. So maybe you should get out of that gear and get a shower if you think your coming to my place to study." I teased.

"Yeah good point. I need to go to my place first so I'll be there around 4."

"Alrighty then, it's a date." I kicked his butt when he went around me to the locker rooms.

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