I bring you chapter 5! ...Much later then I should have had it up...I think it's kind of funny; I've been so caught up in all the fluff in this story that I still need to remember that in the later chapters, some angst is coming. Just a warning. Also, before all of you get confused, the reason why all the classes are different in this chapter is because Hetalia High has block schedule. Well, that's what they do at my high school, so I'm using it in this story! Alright, enjoy and R&R!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia.

It had been a week since that awkward moment between Feliciano and I had occurred. We obviously didn't tell the others, especially not Elizabeta, but there were times when we had gotten close to it.

Gilbert hadn't found out either, but there were still multiple times in marching band where he taunted me constantly about my "denial". I couldn't exactly say I was in denial anymore; because after all, that day when Feliciano kissed me on both cheeks was the day I had finally figured out that I could very possibly have been falling in love with him.

I'd fallen into his little trap; with his sweet chocolate eyes hypnotizing me, and his warm features turning me inside out. I wasn't like I could tell anybody, though, so I had to keep my feelings to myself. Yet knowing the Italian, it would be difficult.

That day in English class, I had been dozing on and off from paying attention and sketching out a picture of Feliciano. I was wary, though, because nobody exactly knew about the whole incident involving him the week before; and I defiantly had to be careful of covering up the paper from Elizabeta, who was sitting behind me. I knew I wasn't the best artist in the world, but it was better than listening to Mr. Germania talk about stuff nobody cared about.

Mr. Germania was a cool teacher, I'd have to admit. Unlike Mr. Rome, he was quiet; mysterious, and never really got off topic. Oddly enough, he looked almost identical to me, despite the hair lengths. He had long blonde hair with a braid down the side, and icy blue eyes that were cold and intimidating. Yet even with all that, he still turned out to be a good teacher.

"Now class, I want to give you an assignment." Mr. Germania said as placid as ever, turning to face us. Most of the students groaned, rubbing their heads and cursing under their breath. "I want you all to write a paper about something that means a lot to you; something that you love. It will be due in two weeks, no later. Try making it somewhat of an inspirational story; something that will move us."

Something that meant a lot to me; what did mean a lot to me? I didn't love a lot of things; actually, I didn't really even like hardly anything; but taking an F in the class wasn't exactly an option. But knowing me, how was I supposed to right an inspirational story about love?

I sighed, and continued working on my drawing of Feliciano. "This is going to be harder than I thought…" I mumbled, shading the darkened color of his brown eyes. Being the horrible drawer I was, for some reason, I found that his smile was strangely…pure…

As the bell rang not much later, I realized I had pretty much drowned out most of Mr. Germania's lecture. Lunch was just around the corner, and I was starving from not having any breakfast that morning, so it was difficult to pay attention. Plus, drawing was the only way to keep me awake and away from drowsiness.

As the class began to rush out of the room and to their next class, I walked up nervously to English teacher, hoping I wouldn't be in too much trouble.

"Mr. Germania, I uh, didn't really understand the lecture very well. C-Could you explain it better?" I asked, trying hard not to be too intimidated by his dark blue eyes. Then again, I was Ludwig, of couse I couldn't be intimidated by him! ...I think...

Mr. Germania sighed. "Well, Ludwig, if you were paying attention at all, you would know that the class spent the entire time working on their papers. I saw you drawing instead of working." He said.

I found myself blushing with embarrassment at his words, as I put my hand behind my back and shifted my eyes to the floor.

"Sorry, I'm just really tired today." I explained, slightly chuckling at my half-lie. Of course I was tired, anybody would be if they had to wake up at six in the morning five days a week; but I mostly wanted to work on finishing my picture of my Italian friend

"Alright, well get some better sleep tonight. I don't want to see you dozing off again. Do you at least have an idea for what your paper is going to be about?" I sighed and shook my head, still wondering to myself what exactly I could write about. "Well, you think about it, ok? Now go to lunch; I don't want you to starve to death."

I nodded, quickly walking towards the door to reduce the awkwardness. "Will do, Mr. Germania." I said a little too fast.

"You know, Ludwig, you remind me a lot of my grandson. He was a lot like you; he never really paid attention to anything, he always got embarrassed at everything, and he was always had a thing for drawing. Heh, I remember how he always used to ask this little Italian boy to teach him. He looked quite a bit like you, too. Good kid, good kid." He said as I placed my hand on the handle of the door.

I turned back around before I could leave, questions and curiosity suddenly rising within me. "What was his name?" I asked, releasing my hand from the handle.

Mr. Germania sighed. "I don't exactly remember; it was so long ago that he had disappeared. I don't know why, but for some reason I keep thinking it was Ludwig. Heh, ironic, huh?"

At that moment, putting together everything that both he and Feliciano had told me, I had been the most confused I had been in a long, long time.

That same day at lunch, I had been carelessly walking around the courtyard of the school after coming to lunch late from talking to Mr. Germania. I scanned the yard for the familiar faces of the friends I met last week, but had no luck in finding them. Even the sparkly eyes of Feliciano.

As I continued to walk around, my stomach gnawing at my skin to give it food, I was approached by a squealing, blushing Elizabeta. Oddly enough, Roderich wasn't with her, and that's what brought me to think something was defiantly up.

"You like him, don't you?" She asked me, trying to act composed, but still showed many signs that she was about to lose it.

My face went flushed, and I looked at her in disbelief. "Him? What are you talking about?" I asked, relief flooding over me that I hadn't stuttered.

"You know what I mean, Ludwig; you have a crush on Feliciano! I saw that picture you drew in English today; it's completely obvious you have feelings for him." She stated, a smile spreading wider across her face.

That sense of relief suddenly turned to horror, as my stomach flipped inside out and my face began to burn.

"What? I-I do not! That's completely out of line, Elizabeta; you know I'm not like that!" I claimed, shaking my head violently.

The Hungarian only giggled, her green eyes sparkling. "Ludwig, everybody knows it! Even Roderich is convinced it's true! The way you act around him makes it completely obvious; you always blush around him, you always stutter, you want to be around him all the time, it's no use denying it."

I sighed, looking in both directions cautiously before leaning closer to whisper into her ear. "What about him; do you think he does?" I asked, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Elizabeta let out a soft squeal before nodding. "Defiantly, he talks about you nonstop in our other classes! I even found out that the two of you had a little "moment" last week on the first day of school.

I cursed silently under my breath, wondering whether to smile or be completely horrified that she had found out.

"How did you know about that?" I whispered to her sternly.

"He was talking about it in 1st hour today. Don't worry, it was only to me, though."

"I swear, it was only a kiss on the cheek! Actually, cheeks in this case. Besides, he was the one who did it, not me." I corrected, the blush spreading rapidly at the memory.

The girl giggled once again. "The two of you are so cute together! And you know, that gives me an idea. Come on, we're all sitting over here." Elizabeta said, a devious smile spreading across her face as she walked in the direction towards our group.

I don't like where this is going… I thought, walking cautiously towards our group of friends.

Alfred, Arthur, Roderich, Feliciano, and that Japanese boy, whose name I found out was Kiku earlier that day, were already sitting at the table, doing practically the same things they had the week before. Alfred had his arm around Arthur while chowing down on a hamburger, Arthur was blushing madly while mumbling something under his breath, Kiku was sitting quietly next to Roderich, occasionally starting small talk with him, and Feliciano was chatting away to the rest of the group.

I felt my senses go numb and a light blush dust across my cheeks as the brunette turned around and flashed his glistening amber orbs at me.

"Ve~, Ludwig is here, guys! Yay, I'm so glad to see you, Ludwig!" He cried, waving frantically at me with a huge grin plastered to his face.

In return, I gave him a faint smile and wave, taking a seat next to Roderich as quickly as possible. As my stomach began to long harder for food, Elizabeta found it was the perfect time to speak up just before I could place a link of wurst into my famished body.

"Hey guys, I'm going down to the forest over there to look at the summer blossoms that just bloomed if anybody wants to come. Roderich, do you want to come?" She said, placing her hands on the table and pointing to the nearby forest. Roderich nodded, packing up the remains of his lunch and placing an arm around his girlfriend.

At this, Feliciano's eyes lit up. "Ve~, the summer blossom bloomed already? They only stay like that once a year in the summer! Ludwig, I have to show you them! Please please PLEASE let me show you them!" He begged, gripping onto my hands and bouncing up and down on the bench like a child.

Having to deal with those sparkly eyes and gleaming smile was hard enough each and every day when I knew I couldn't do anything about it; but having to deal with those big, brown, puppy dog eyes was nearly agonizing. His bottom lip quivered slightly, and I could tell just from the expression on his face that he wanted me to go, really badly.

I sighed in defeat, nodding slightly as I shifted my eyes to the ground to escape the agony. Feliciano's face lit up even more, and he clapped his hands wildly with joy. "Ve~, thank you so much, Ludwig! They are the prettiest thing in the entire world; even prettier than pasta! Come on!" He cried, his voice screeching as he pulled me towards the forest.

There it was again; my nails on a chalkboard. I didn't understand why at all, but that voice just got to me in the most unexplainable way. As much as I, er, "enjoyed being around him", that high-pitched Italian voice was something that I found myself nearly hating. And that was yet another thing I just couldn't figure out.

Wow, this chapter is really short compared to my other chapters. Aaaaand it's also not my best chapter, I'll admit. But, at least I finished it, so that's good, right? Chapter 6 might be a little short, too, depending on how I write it. And about the "summer blossoms"…I don't know, I just thought it was a necessary name for a pretty flower in the summer...Don't judge me. Alright, I'm off to write chapter 6 (That was originally supposed to be part of this chapter.). Don't forget to review! Because, you know...reviews make me happy...