Authors Note: Hey Everyone! Abby here! I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to make. I kept getting stuck on what I would do in situations like this. I want to thank everyone for reading and I would really appreciate it if you guys would keep reviewing!

irene n valley: Thank you for saying this is a cute story! And Germany and Russia? They'll come in later, but I'm not telling when. It wouldn't be Hetalia without them! :)

I headed in the opposite direction of the cafeteria then. Choir was a separate part of the school, in a tiny trailer near the dumpsters. You would think the school's budget would fix the place up, but no. They're more interested in band here, anyway

"Hey, Abby!" greeted a short blonde girl with green eyes. She had a pixie look about her, until you got to know her. She's a hyperactive girl, that enjoys the awkward moments of others.

"Hey, Nicole." I replied as I took my seat next to hers. Class was just about to start when Nicole asked questions.

"So...? Spill! How are the new students?" She questioned excitedly. "...Have you fallen for any of them yet?"

"N-No! O-Of course not!" I stammered as my mind immediately went to Arthur. Why do I think of him at a time like this? I thought as I probably blushed a slight pink and sank in my chair.

"Oooh! I KNOW that look! You are not keeping anything from me!" Said Nicole with a smile that honestly, scared me a little.

"I-I'm not keeping anything form you." I stammered.

"You suck at lying." was all she said before the bell rang and the teacher called our attention.

"Alright class, It seems we have a new student in the class." Exclaimed Mr. Martin as he motioned to... wait... FRANCIS?

"Ah! Abby! Mon cher ami! I didn't know you sing!" he exclaimed as he caught sight of me and Nicole. "What a pleasant surprise! Do you mind if I sit next to her today, monsieur?" He asked Mr. Martin.

"Well, sure. But we are going to sing outside today, because the weather seems so nice. So don't get too comfortable." answered Mr. Martin. I was perfectly aware of the stares we got. Some were 'your so lucky stares' and others were 'what's going on?' stares.

He then headed our way as I removed my bag from the chair next to me. "Hello, Francis" I stated. Not exactly sure why he wanted to sit next to me. He knew as much about me as he knew about anyone else in here...

"Bonjour, mon cheri! Did you have a nice morning?" Asked Francis with a smile as he sat down next to Nicole and I. "And who is zis little lady?"

"Oh. Introductions. Francis, this is Nicole. Nicole, this is Francis." I said as I motioned to the two of them.

"Bonjour, petite dame! What pretty blonde hair you have!" he exclaimed as he stretched out his hand and pet a strand of Nicole's hair.

"Well, you do too!" exclaimed Nicole as she reached out her hand and did the same. The look on Francis' face told me that he was shocked that she responded in such a way. He smiled.

"I can tell I'm going to get along with you, oui?" smirked Francis.

"You bet." Smirked Nicole right back. These two are so alike, its kinda freaking me out...

"Okay. Now that you guys have... well... felt each other's hair... and introduced yourselves, I have to ask. You sing, Francis?" I asked, a little wierded out by all what just happened.

"Hn? Oh, yes. I sang all the time back in France. I was in the advanced classes, but I figured to go in a normal class in America, because all I used to sing was all in French! But then, Mrs. Butterscotch said there are no advanced classes. So it worked out for the best, oui?" He said with a smile. "But I did not know you sang, mon cheri! I can't wait to hear it! As well as Nicole!" He said with a happy grin.

It seems Mr. Martin was listening in to our conversation, because he came over and asked Francis what types of songs he sang.

"Well, I prefer classical, because the beauty of it all. When it's sung just right, it's the most beautiful sound in the world. Like angels came down and decided to bless you with their beauty." replied Francis.

"Hm. Then you'll really like what we'll be doing this semester then. We like to have a variety of genres so we can sing what everybody likes, not just one thing. I'm glad we have you in this class." Mr. Martin said with a smile as he walked away. "Alright class. Leave your things here and lets go outside. We'll be heading towards the school garden." he said as he motioned everybody to leave.

Nicole had already bounced out of her seat, accompanied by Francis. I sluggishly got up and went with them.

"What's wrong, mon cheri?" Francis asked me as he saw me dread going.

"Oh, she just hates going outside" Replied Nicole.

"No, I don't hate outside. I just don't like being in the sun for long periods of time..." I mumbled. "I'd prefer cloudy days. And I also prefer cool days then hot days..." I contuinued as we reached our destination, the garden

The garden is the production of the gardening club, which is a fairly new club. About two years ago, you would come here and there would be nothing but dirt and a single large oak tree in the middle. But now, there were flowers and little bushes everywere, all in perfect condition. The gardening club takes pride in their gardening...

"Wow! This place, it gorgeous, oui?" France stated as he looked around, who's eyes rested on the roses in the far back corner. "Such beautiful flowers..."

"Yeah, you can thank Whitney for a lot of this. She's the president of the gardening club, and takes her work very seriously. She loves nature and things like that..." I said as Mr. Martin clapped his hands and got everyone's attention.

"Ok everyone! We're going to warm up now! get in your sections!" commanded Mr. Martin. "Francis, you can sit out if you like today." he added.

"If it's just warming up, I'll be glad to join! Do you have any sheet music for the songs you guys sing?" Francis said as he diverted his attention from the roses.

"I believe every student has a copy of their sheet music. Ask Abby to share her music with you." Stated Mr. Martin as he got the alto's all warmed up.

"What do you sing, mon cheri?" asked Francis

"I sing Mezzo. Mr. Martin usually puts me whichever side needs help, so I sing both Alto, and Soprano." I replied, taking out my music from my folder. "What do you sing? I casually asked,

"Well, I'm a little like you then, when it comes to what I sing. I can sing as low as a Bass, and as high as a soprano." Francis said as I gave him a disbelieving look. "What? You don't believe me? Then, I'll sing soprano with you today." He said with a smirk that said he thought he was amazing.

"Uhm, okay." I mummered as I handed him the sheet music. Nicole was watching our conversation continue and decieded to join.

"You're singing Soprano with us today? That's so neat!" she practically bounced up and down.

"Oui! And I can't wait to hear you sing! Je parie que ça sonne beau!" said Francis. Nicole looked confused for a second, so she brought out her ipod touch and typed something in it. Then only seconds later, she said "Oh! Thank you!" She said as she blushed slightly. I guess he complemented her?

"Uhm... Since when did you speak French?" I asked Nicole.

"Oh, I don't. I just translated it with the app I have on my Ipod. I downloaded it this morning when I realized that I'd have to talk to people who speak different languages." She said with a grin.

"Okay now. Sopranos!" said Mr. Martin, grabing all three of ours attention. "Sing the basic warmup with the Alto's. Francis? Do you sing Soprano?"

"Oui! I sing everything, but I figured the soprano's could use my help, considering there are so few of them..." Francis said as he gestured to Nicole, and myself. As well as the two quiet soprano's in the back.

"Not a problem. We'll be singing the basic scale now, so follow after the alto's!" said Mr. Martin to all the Sopranos. We then sang for the rest of the period.

-Time Skip-

I couldn't stop laughing! All three of us were walking down the halls when we caught sight of Whitney, Antonio, and Gilbert.

"Hey! I thought I told you to wait for me to pick you up?" said Whitney with a worried face.

"S-sorry Whitney! That's my fault! I-In choir, he sang soprano better than anyone there! It was so funny! You should've been there!" I said as I bursted out laughing again.

"Y-Yeah! It was hilarious, because it sounded just like those opera people on TV!" said Nicole, stammering with her own laughter.

"Oh. Well, then, I guess that's fine then. How was he in class?" she asked me as she looked as Francis, who smiled and seemed relaxed.

"Fine. Why?" I asked as I realized she was worried about something again.

"Well, thats because he practically laid one on Mrs. Kreepa this morning!" said Gilbert with a big grin on his face "Kesesesesese, It really freaked her out bad! She threw pencils and books at him! You didn't hear what happened?" Gilbert asked in disbelief. Whitney looked at him in disapproval.

"At least Antonio was there to smooth out the conversation." Whitney said, slightly blushing. "He simply walked up to Mrs. Kreepa and started chanting under his breath. Then the room went all calm and everyone got all happy." she said with a self-concious smile as she glanced at Antonio again. Oh? Is there something going on here? I couldn't dwell on the thought because when Francis walked over to Whitney's side I remembered that I had to pick Arthur and Wang up from their classes.

"Oh shoot! I almost forgot! I gotta go. Save me a spot at lunch, along with two additions!" I said as I darted toward the Sewing class...

Wang was leaning on the wall near the classroom, looking quite bored there.

"S-sorry I'm so late! Come on! We still have to grab Arth-" I said as I grabbed Wang by the sleeve and was interrupted by a loud bang and a scream.

"HYAAAAAAAAAA!" screamed a small brunette who came running from around the corner with her hair looking slightly burned. I couldn't tell who she was, but I could tell she was coming from the foods class...

Arthur... I darted off towards the foods class and turned into the hall when I was hit by the smell. It smelled horrible! Like rotten fish that stayed out in the sun too long...

"Arthur! ARTHUR!" I yelled as the fire alarm finally went off. An obnoxious ringing that commanded everyone to go towards the door. I finally found Arthur as he was in the middle of the foods classroom, staring blankly at the oven that was emitting smoke. He then headed to the counter where there were oven mitts. He then promptly put them on and yanked a pie-looking thing out of the oven.

"Uh... In case you didn't know, that sound that's going off? Yeah. That's the fire alarm. LET'S GO!" I said as I approached him, but then stopped when I got a look at his face. He looked like he was trying very hard not to cry. He realized I saw this and hastily turned away from me.

"I just thought, well, I should take it out before it started a REAL fire..." Arthur mumbled as he rose his hand to his face and wiped his face with his sleeve. "I-I still plan on eating it... It doesn't taste as bad as it looks... Or smells. I swear."

Caught up in the moment, I did something I usually don't really do. I hugged him... I don't usually hug people... "It's okay. But right now, I'm more concerned about saving you than saving a pie. Now, we need to leave." I said firmly. He flinched slightly at my sudden embrace, but hugged back awkwardly. I felt warm drops on my shoulder as we stood there for a minute, letting him get in control of himself...

"Okay. I'm good now. Sorry you had to see such an unsightly scene..." Arthur said as he let go and looked at the floor, blushing slightly. My stomach did little flips as I realized he was embarrassed. So even he has an adorable side... Then I froze. I can't be... FALLING for him, can I? I didn't really have time to debate this, because Arthur spoke again.

"Uh, we should get going." He said with a cough as he looked around the room. The room was filling with black smoke and the classroom was getting harder to breathe in. It wasn't long before I was coughing too.

"We need to go, NOW." I said firmly again. This time not waiting for a response, I just grabbed his hand and pulled him out.

"Wha-? Let go! I can walk by myself!" he said as he ripped his hand from mine and blushed a shade darker. I didn't even realized that I grabbed his hand... Smooth move, Abby.

We headed towards the big double doors that lead out of the cafeteria and into the school grounds outdoors. The fresh air ripped through my throat and a coughing fit came. I stood there and leaned against the brick wall while I hacked my brains out. I only realized in the middle of all this that Arthur was still with me and didn't go towards the other students and teachers. He approached hesitantly and patted my back in the most awkward of ways.

"U-uh, Are you okay?" He asked, worry clouding his face.

"Yeah. Just I inhaled a little too much smoke..." I said as I coughed again. We stayed like this for about another five minutes until sirens became audible and started getting louder with each passing second.

"We need to get going." I said as I looked at Arthur, who still looked a little worried. "I'm fine." I said. I then walked up to him and grabbed a piece of burned fuzz from his hair. "And you need to clean yourself up a little..." I finished, suppressing the desire to laugh. His outfit looked burned and there were dead fuzzies all over him. He looked at himself, and started hastily wiping at his clothes, mumbling curses. I stepped closer and helped him get the fuzzies off of his back and his hair.

Once most of the fuzzies were gone, we headed back towards everyone else in the clearing...