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No Own Hetalia.

Matthew's P.O.V

"I'm going to kill that idiota!" Lovino shouted.

Sighing, I told Lovino that maybe he's nice, and he started yelling at me in Italian, and Feliciano telling him to stop.

"Hey, it looks like we have some of the same classes," I started when I looked over at Gilbert's schedule, "Math, Band, P.E., English, and History. Alfred has band, P.E. and English, with us, Lovino has Band and Math with us as well." So does Christopher, with math and band, and P.E., but I didn't tell him that.

"Great," he said, as soon as he said this, the bus jerked at a stop at the school, getting up, he patted Alex's head, and got off, with me right behind him so I wouldn't be left on, "so do we just walk around school before it starts?"

"Basically, I'm heading to my locker and then to the library, do you know your way around school?" I asked.

"Yep, I got a tour yesterday."

"Ok, see you at band." I said as I started walking down to my locker so I could be ready for school when the bell rang, that way, I could just leave the library when the bell rang.

I rushed down to my locker, hoping that Christopher wasn't here yet; with my luck, he'll be there. When I got there, he wasn't, maybe my luck isn't as bad as I thought.

"Hey, Matthew." Said a chilling voice, and I knew who it was, my luck is as bad as ever, "where is your boyfriend?" Christopher asked, before turning me around to face him.

"I don't have one." He should know.

"Hey, idiota, why are you messing with him?" I heard Lovino's voice, and saw him behind Christopher.

"Look, it's another one, where's you Spanish boyfriend?"

"Shut up, he's not my boyfriend, idiota!" as he said this, his face turn as red as the tomatoes he loved to eat, and call Antonio.

"Oh, now he's in denial, well, I'll take care of both of you at the same time."

"Christopher," I heard Romulus say, and thankful that Lovino's and Feliciano's grandfather appeared at the right time, "leave my grandson and his friend alone!"

"Fine," he said, and stopped mid air as he was going to punch me, and leaned in right by my ear, "I'll finish it later." He said and walked off.

"Matthew, are you ok?" Romulus asked "Did he hurt you, did he hurt you Lovino?" he asked, but Lovino had already walked off, cursing in Italian about that his grandfather caring for him for once.

"I'm fine, I just don't know why Christopher bullies me for being bi, when there are many more gays and bi's beside's me, I just don't get it. Him and Sadiq are the main, I don't get why Sadiq bullies gays when his partner in crime and his best friend is clearly in love with him."

"So you noticed it also, Gupta does seem to be in love," he sighed, then continued, "reminds me when I saw my wife the first time, she was in love with me," he looked sadder when he said this, then I remember that when his wife found out he was gay, she left him, and his kids, "I'm not supposed to say this, but Sadiq and Christopher are idiots, homophobes are idiots. Just remember that sometimes, they are confused whether they are gay, bi, or straight." Saying this, he winked, helps me up, and walked down to his classroom.

Gilbert's P.O.V

Hurrying to my locker, I saw Ludwig, walking beside me and down the hall. Shoving everything into my locker I grabbed my stuff for foreign language, I heard that they were teaching German, and I could help, because I'm so awesome, well the teacher didn't say that, but I should help. When I got there, I sat down in one of the empty seats, and grabbing a book, wondering how Matthew was.

"Hey, that's where I put my stuff," a guy said and crossed his arms together like a sissy, which I never do.

"Sorry, but I'm sitting here." I replied, taking in his features, dark skinned, brown eyes, and how Cuban's wear their hair. I figured that he was Cuban.

"Get up." He said, still with his arms crossed.

"Nope." As I said that, the bell rang and he sat down right beside me, scowling at me.

The teacher, I found out was named Mr. Fritz, was German, and when I said I was Prussian, didn't yell at me to sit down and shut up, instead he told me that was cool and he wishes he was. That teacher is now on the Prussian level awesome list, I'm number one, and he's now number three.

"Dude, is Prussian even a real thing?" one guy, Felix, asked another one, Toris. Laughing, I looked at them and then looked at my schedule, happy that it was band. Rushing to my locker, I grabbed my flute, and ran to the band room, and bumped into the grouchy Italian.

"Huh, oh it you, what the heck are you doing here, watching Matthew, if so, stalker."

"No, I have band this hour, I wouldn't stalk people, I'm to awesome for that!" I replied, asking what instrument he plays, he showed me his trumpet. I walked away from him, bumping into Matthew.

"Hey, glad I got to see you before we started playing, what seat were you before you moved?" Matthew ask, after I bumped into him.

"Oh hey, I was first chair back at my old school, so why is it that the brass and the woodwinds are playing together?" I replied, and saw the look on his face when I told him, and I guessed that he is first chair.

"We have a small band here, forty people, in this grade anyway, oh remember Feliciano, and he's in here as well, even though he's in eleventh grade. He's first chair trumpet, fighting for that position with Lovi," hearing this I heard a "THAT'S NOT MY NAME", and the band teacher telling us to sit down.

Without knowing it, a certain Cuban was watching them.

Idon't: Whoo! Chapter ten, so far, so good, and to the guest reviewer, who said they loved me, I love you too, random guest person!

Missouri: Calm down Idon't.

Idon't: But I'm glad, this is like over 1000 words.