Yay for chapter 2! I'm surprised I'm actually getting this chapter done. I really need to work on The Secret of Angela, since I haven't in a while and my reviewers will kill me if I don't update soon, but I figured I could hold off on it for just one night. Plus, I've felt really crappy lately thanks to school drama and stuff, so I haven't had much time to think. Anyway, enjoy and R&R!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia.

Feliciano led me past the hordes of people crowding the halls of Hetalia High. A lot of them began to stare, raising eyebrows as they gazed down at our intertwined hands and my scarlet face.

As much of the strangely-felt joy I had around the Italian, it still felt rather awkward getting the intense stare-downs from people I didn't even know.

I gently tapped him on the shoulder with my free hand. "Feliciano, don't you think this is a little…weird, with all these people staring at us. N-Not that I don't mind it, heh heh, it's j-just…you know, n-never mind…" I asked, stuttering like an idiot as my face flared up.

Scarlet turned crimson as he gazed back at him, flashing that sweet smile once more as I melted into his amber orbs.

"Ve~, it's ok, Ludwig! They're just staring because they don't know you yet!" He said, oblivious to what their actual reason was.

He's so naïve. I thought to myself, shifting my eyes as cerulean and chocolate met. Feeling the immense blush that still covered my face, I immediately turned away. But why does he have to be so…beautiful?

No! Why was I doing it again? I was saying such things about somebody I had only just met? It wasn't like I was homosexual! I did not love Feliciano! I did not love Feliciano! I did not love Feliciano!

The auburn Italian placed his hand against my forehead, a sense of worry flooding his body. "Ve~, are you feeling well, Ludwig? Your face is so flushed. Oh no, please don't tell me your sick!" He asked, tears welling up in his eyes, the brown hue of them sparkling.

The comment only made my face heat up even more, and I tried my best to cover up any other signs of blush.

"Um, no I-I'm not sick. I-It's just r-really hot in here, is all." I replied, mentally facepalming again at my stuttering,

Feliciano smiled. "Oh, well if you're so hot, why don't you take your jacket off? Well, n-not like that, I mean…that just came out wrong. If it's so hot in here, why not take the jacket off?"

Light pink sprinkled across his cheeks as he pulled off the green jacket that lay over my black T-shirt. It felt as if my face was on fire, and I could hear the beating of my heart pounding vigorously against my eardrums.

He tied it around his neck, pulling my schedule out of the pocket. "Ve~, that's go find your locker!" He said, taking my hand once more, and pulling me towards the endless isle of lockers.

What was going on? Why was I feeling this way? The blush on my face hadn't gone down any less from the time he had first grabbed hold of my hand, and every time I looked into the dark chocolate that was his eyes, it didn't help my case.

Most of all, though, why was he acting so strange all of a sudden? I figured he was just being nice, and his happy-go-lucky personality made it so that I couldn't tell whether or not he was doing it because he had feelings for me. Then again, why did I care if he had feelings for me?

I do not love Feliciano! I do not love Feliciano! I do not love Feliciano!

My flared face had finally cooled down by the time Feliciano had led me to my new locker. He had finally let go of my hand, giving me time to reduce the blush, and put my fluttering heart back in its normal place. Although even with that, those dark eyes still mesmerized me in the most explainable way.

But, the confusion and increasing question had continued to rise. I still couldn't place my finger on why I was acting and think the way I was. I was strong; a man of stone with a heart in impenetrable nothing could break through it. Yet for some reason, it seemed as if seeing the Italian only made it soften into a pile of gooey nothingness.

It was almost as if Feliciano had put a spell on me; one that was completely impossible to erase of get out of. But, I was still having quite a difficult time even realizing what that spell was.

I set my backpack on the ground, slowly putting in the combination of my locker. I wasn't used to a locker like this, for the ones we had had back in Germany were so different. I struggled, putting it for the 3rd time with still no luck.

Kicking the locker, I sighed in defeat, my hand still on the lock.

A light bulb seemed to go off over Feliciano's head, as he grabbed hold of my hand once more. His cold touch sent a chill spiraling down my spine. His hand was soft; baby-like, a sensation flowing through my body that was impossible to ever explain. But why did it seem so familiar?

Not this again… I mumbled in my head, blushing furiously.

"Like this." He said, turning my hands to the correct combinations and directions.

I turned to him, watching as his bright smile lit up the room, and how his eyelashes seemed to dance over those amber orbs.

Those words…I recognized them so much, yet I couldn't place my finger on where I had heard them before.

The bubbly Italian turned to me, an expression of bewilderedness spreading across his face. "Ve~, what are you staring at, Ludwig?" He asked, tipping his head slightly to the side.

I placed my hand behind my back, my face burning as my eyes shifted to the floor.

"Oh, I-I was just…s-staring off into space, is all." I said.

Now why did I find that strangely…cute? I thought to myself, questioning my actions. No! Snap out of it, Ludwig! I do not love Feliciano! I do not love Feliciano! I do not love Feliciano!

"Oh, well that's ok; at least we got your locker open! Ve~, we better get going if we want to get to class on time. What's your first class?" Feliciano asked, turning happy in a split second.

I pulled out my schedule from the pocket of my green cargo pants, straightening out the crinkled piece of paper as I scanned it.

"Health." I replied, sighing hard. Back in Germany, health was my worst subject, and I hated it with such a passion nothing could ever come before it. Gilbert hated it as well; actually, he hated every subject, but nobody had such a hatred for it as me.

The teen's face immediately lit up, as he began to bounce up and down like a little child.

"I have health first, too! That means we'll be in the same class together!" He cried, his soft smile stretching out into a huge grin across his face.

It seemed as if my heart skipped a beat, and my stomach began to twist into knots. Feliciano…first hour…just being with him for one second was enough to make me feel a sense of comfort.

I'm doing it again…

Just when I thought I could finally relax and let out a sigh of relief and happiness, he pulled me along once more towards the unknown.

This time, still blushing madly, I sighed.

Now why does he keep doing this?

I had spent about five more minutes with Feliciano as he led the way to our health class. The color of my face had finally gone back to its normal pale color, yet my heart continued to pound rapidly in my chest.

It was for two reasons, though.1: The anxiety that was rising within me. 2: Feliciano and his stupid gorgeous eyes.

I could tell I was nervous as we stood outside the door of the classroom, for my legs had begun to wobble, and felt as if they were about to give out. Being as anxious as I was wasn't normal for me, since I could stand through almost anything, but I felt it was only healthy for anyone to at least be the slightest bit nervous on the first day at a new school.

And Feliciano…well, it was hard to explain why I was feeling the way I was. Heck, I didn't even know why I was acting the way I was; still! He had such a bubbly sweet face with a bright smile that never seemed to fade; and he just always seemed to be happy every hour of the day. That is, unless I felt differently. The only thing that ever-so-slightly got on my nerves was that annoying high-pitch voice and that strong Italian accent. But those eyes…those beautiful, dark amber eyes…I couldn't help but help into them every time I saw them; with blue and brown mixing together in a spiral.

Crap, I was doing it again! I had to stop think such things about him! The problem? I just couldn't seem to get him out of my mind.

The red-haired Italian turned to me, a gentle smile placed neatly on his face. "Ready to go inside, Ludwig?" He asked me. Looking at the door once more, I let out a hard sigh, and gave him a faint nod. "Great!"

Feliciano pulled on the handle of the door, revealing ourselves to what seemed like a thousand eyes staring back at us.

I gulped hard as the teacher, a fairly young man, stopped what he was doing and turned to us. His hair was a little darker than Feliciano's, yet their eye color was the exact same, along with having similar hair curls. It looked as if he was wearing some kind of ancient armor, and…was that a skirt he was wearing?

"Why are you late, Feliciano?" He asked gently, his accent just as strong as the teen's next to me.

"Ve~ I'm so sorry, Grandpa Rome! I was just showing Ludwig around the school; he's new!" Feliciano cried, his eyes beginning to water.

So that's why they looked so familiar; they're related! I thought, nodding to back up the worried Italian.

Grandpa Rome only chuckled. "Oh, well if that's the case, then you're alright! Go take a seat, now. And hello Ludwig, I'm Mr. Rome, your health teacher! Would you mind introducing yourself to the case?"

"Crap." I mumbled under my breath as Feliciano took a seat near the right hand side of the room.

A light pink dusted my face as I stood in front of the thousands of eyes staring at me. It felt like my stomach had gone up to my throat, and my palms had begun to sweat.

"Hello, my name is Ludwig; and I just moved here from Germany." I mumbled, shifting my eyes towards the door.

A couple of snickers could be heard from the back of the room, the majority of them coming from a boy sitting in the back of the room, feet rested on the chair in front of him. His hair, like Feliciano's grandpa, was a little bit darker than Feliciano's, along with an identical hair curl in the middle of his parted hair. His eyes were dark and cold; like dangerous poison, only worse.

I assumed the two to be brothers.

"Thank you, Ludwig. There's an open seat next to Lovino over there; Lovino, raise your hand please." Mr. Rome said.

The same boy that had snickered at me raised his hand lazily, giving me a burning glare in the process.

I nodded slightly, shuffling my feet to the back of the room. Feliciano waved at me as I passed by, that bright smile and sweet face causing my cheeks to turn rosy.

I took the seat next the irritated Italian, who was still glaring at me.

"Um, is there something wrong?" I whispered, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Lovino sneered, his glare only getting deeper and more intense. His eyes were like fire, so strong and powerful; it felt as if they were burning a hole through my skull.

"Why were you with my brother?" He spat, scowling.

"He was just showing me around, since I'm kind of just moved here, you know. We're just friends" I replied, anger bubbling within me as my eyes turned icy.

Feliciano's brother squinted his eyes, taking a good, hard look at me before speaking. "Yeah? If that's all, then why are you blushing like mad?"

I felt my face go scarlet as I pressed my cold hand against my face, heat contrasting with it. Did he really think I…no, no, no; never! I had told myself repeatedly that I would never, under any circumstances, fall in love with Feliciano. Did Lovino actually think we were…together? The blushing I knew I couldn't help, but seriously, I was straight; straight as a pin! We would never have feelings for each other! But, even after all that convincing I did that I didn't have a crush on the auburn-haired teen still made me think to myself if we would ever become something more. After all, he was very concerned for me…

"Mein Gott, Lovino; I can't believe you would actually believe that Feliciano were a couple! We just met! Seriously, only a fool would think something like that!" I argued, my face growing redder with every word that slipped out of my mouth.

The Italian grunted, crossing his arms as he mumbled something under his breath.

When Mr. Rome had his back turned to the class as he wrote something on the whiteboard, Lovino moved his chair over, getting only inches to my face, a vicious scowl planted onto his face.

"Listen to me, potato freak; if you get anywhere near my brother, I will pound your face into dust; you got it?" He whispered sternly, his dark eyes impossible to escape.

Instead of nodding, I only glared back, pushing him and his chair back to their original spot.

It was funny though, it came to me that the two brothers had the exact same eyes, but there was something about Feliciano's that I found so much more gorgeous.

Wow, have I been busy trying to get this chapter done! I'm really sorry it's kind of late, but FF was also being stupid, and wouldn't let me upload anything. I will admit, although it's longer, the first chapter was a little better. I was kind of in a rush to get it done, so sorry about that! I promise to add Prussia/Gilbert in the next chapter, and if I don't then chapter after that. I meant to put him in this one, but it turned out as Romano. If I don't update for a while, I'm really sorry, but I do really need to focus on my two other fics, as well. The Secret of Angela I haven't updated in over two weeks, and Apocalypse of An Empire I haven't even posted yet! Bear with me, though, and I promise I'll get chapter 3 out soon!