A/N: Looooooooooooooooooong chapter ahead!

Getting to Lovina: A Story of Hetalia Academy

Chapter 7: Whatever You Call Love

Lovina arose early (a rare feat) on Saturday. Finally the weekend had come. She could finally go back to sleep…

"Lovi! Wake UP!"

Suddenly, her warm, beautiful blankets were cruelly ripped away from her body. Immediately, she jerked up into a standing position, ready to yell at whoever had the balls to disrupt her beauty sleep. Before the pugnacious brunette could get a word out of her mouth, she was bombarded by a hyperactive blonde.

"We are going to be spending the entire day together," gushed the supremely cheerful Belgian. "Just you and me! Eliz is out with her darling Rodderich, Mei is trying to confess to Xiang, so just it's you and me! Yay for Singles' Awareness Day!"

"Are you supposed to so happy about something like that?" mumbled Lovina unhappily as Emma shoved her and a heap of clothes and accessories into the bathroom.

"Of course!" replied Emma grinning. "It's a good time to snare in desperate boys."

"You're kidding me."

"Now get dressed! We've got work to do."

The moment the bathroom door was slammed in her face, Lovina groaned. There was no way to stop Emma once she was excited. Lovina scowled fiercely as she examined the clothing Emma had chosen for her. A much too short green skirt that could only have been Feliciana's was the unfortunate victim that hit the door. The next to go was the off the shoulder white shirt that had to be Elizaveta's. Lovina glared at the matching white shoes that were her own.

"I'm not letting you out until you're dressed!"

"What is your problem, you damn flower?"

"You need to have fun!"

"Screw you!"

"Love ya too, darling! Now get dressed."

Half an hour later, Lovina emerged, glowering ferociously as she adjusted the black headband adorning her head.

"Why couldn't you have just chosen my clothes?"

"Your skirts weren't short enough and your shirts weren't right for the occasion. Only those shoes were the perfect match."

"I'm keeping the headband."

"Consider it a gift."

"You're not going to regret that, are you? Because there's no way in hell I'm giving it back."

Emma grinned wide enough to split her face in half. Lovina had a generally unpleasant feeling about the day.

"I won't if we leave right now."

"Wait! Where are we going?"

"It's a secret!"

It was a surprise the whole school didn't fall down from Lovina's cries of indignation from being dragged out unwillingly by Emma.

Madeleine shifted nervously as she watched Gilbert from behind a wall. She clutched the box of maple-flavored crème cookies so tightly that she was close to crushing them. Impatiently, she waited for Gilbert to separate from Francis and Antonio.

"Kesesesese! Have fun you two! Let the awesome me know what happens."

Finally. Madeleine quickly adjusted her hair and let out one final sigh. It was show time.

"Hi-hi Gilbert."

"Hey there birdie! Who are ya?"

Madeleine fought to keep calm. "I'm in your history class, and I-"

"Oh, you're that one chick who used to be Lizzy's friend. Hey, can you tell me what her favorite flower is this year? It keeps on changing and the awesome me is gonna get it right this year."

"I-"

"You can help me, right birdie? Wait, who wouldn't want to help the awesome me?"

"Gilbert, I-l-"

"What's the matter? You don't know? Oh well, the awesome me will find out myself. Bye birdie!"

Surprising, Madeleine didn't feel too crushed about his rejection; however, she felt tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from being so invisible. Before she could angrily swipe them away, a single, beautiful fuchsia tulip was thrust into her face. She stared in amazement at boy with wind-blown blonde hair who stood rigidly as his arm continued to hold out the flower. It was a hard achievement, since she had to cran her neck to peer into his eyes.

"How…"

"Look, Maddie, I know you've been pining after the damn albino since we started here. I get it. But I'm the one who's always been here for you. I'm the one who really cares about you. I don't give a damn about what Arthur says or does, but I do give a damn about you. I don't care anymore if you give two shits about me, but I just need you to know about how I feel about you."

"Lars…"

"What?"

"I think I'm the world's biggest idiot and the luckiest girl there is."

He stared at her incredulously, as if she had just declared that she hated maple syrup. She ignored his look and took the tulip from his hand, replacing it with the box of cookies. She flashed him a grateful smile.

"I believe these are rightfully yours. They probably were all along."

"Oi, you bloody druggie!"

"Run!"

"You bloody frog, what do you think you're doing!"

Arthur Kirkland was livid. First, he had caught Madeleine with Lars Jansen, of all people, while searching for a certain American. Before he could unleash his completely and utterly true powers, the couple ran away and quite literally disappeared. Huffing in irritation, he stomped around the school only to find the object of his earlier search being molested by Francis Bonnefoy.

"Ohonhon! There is ze punk. What are you doing on zis day of l'amour, Angleterre?"

"Get your filthy hands off of MY Allison!"

"Artie! Francis said he had something to tell me. Can you wait?"

"No, I can't bloody damn well wait!"

The Frenchman smirked smugly at the enraged British boy. Allison blinked confusedly, alternating her gaze between Francis and Arthur.

"Wait. Did you say 'MY Allison,' Iggy?"

"N-no! Of course I didn't! Why would I say something as ridiculously blasphemous as that?" shot out Arthur, blushing madly to the roots of his bright yellow hair.

"Awwwwww! Artie! I knew I was your friend!"

At that, Francis turned even smugger and snaked an arm around Allison's waist. Sadly, he was denied. Before the perverted blonde could accomplish his goal, the enthusiastic cheerleader pounced onto Arthur and started glomping him.

"Artie! You're my best friend too! Even if you're a terrible cook, and you see those fairies, you're still my bestest friend in the world!"

"I-i-idiot! T-that's not what I meant!"

"But Artie! I thought we were friends."

"Allison, I-"

Francis sensed that he had lost his opportunity to confess. Giving the Brit a mock salute sadly, he slunk away from the scene, pretending to be nonchalant. To even at further prove his point, he whistled a little. Neither the Brit or the American noticed his departure.

"You brought me chocolate, Iggy! That's so nice. A hero can always use some chocolate."

"Allison-"

"Wait, are those roses? Who are they for? Who are ya crushing on old man-"

Arthur had finally had enough of Allison's incessant babbling and decided to shut her up with the first method that came to his mind.

"Did you just kiss me, Artie?"

"N-n-no!"

"That's not fair! The hero should be the one to initiate the first kiss. I was supposed to kiss you first! Why didn't you give me any warning?"

"It's heroine, you nincompoop, not hero. It's a disgrace to the Queen's E-"

The chocolate and the flowers were completely forgotten for about five minutes.

"I declare you my Iggy!"

"W-what! Idiot!"

Nora Bondevik was quietly discussing a project with Yao Wang when the Chinese boy received an anonymous package brought to him by first year Raivis Galante.

"This is strange, aru."

Nora looked curiously at the package. "Anything wrong, Yao?"

"Not really. But it is a scarf and sunflowers with a note saying, 'You will be my snow queen,' aru. That is very strange. I do not know who it could be, aru."

Privately, Nora shuddered at the thought of the giver of the strange package, but she did not inform Yao of the mysterious person's identity. Raivis stood trembling in fear, waiting for Yao to say something to him.

"Did the giver say anything, aru?"

"H-he s-said th-that y-you should m-meet him a-at t-the e-entrance t-to the s-second f-floor of the b-boys' d-dorm."

Yao shrugged and stood to go. "I will see you later, aru."

"You really shouldn't go, Yao," warned Nora.

"I want to see who it is. Bye, Nora, aru."

Nora shook her head as she bent her head over her books once more. The rest of the library was concealed from her view by her long blonde hair. It was just the way she liked it. A nice, quiet afternoon with just her books and no one to bother her.

"Norgie…" whined a familiar, maddening voice.

She raised her eyes to find herself face to face with Anders Densen.

"What do you want, anko?"

The infuriating Dane kissed her lightly on the nose.

"Come on Norgie. It's Valentine's Day. Get away from those unawesome books. I wanna show you something."

A small corner of her mouth twitched.

"Who said I wanted to spend it with you?"

"But Nooooooorgie," he whined, giving her the puppy eyes. "We've been best friends for since we were first years!"

The right corner of her mouth was trying hard not to lift up. She had to shift slightly in her seat to avoid looking at his earnest face.

"Who says I'm your friend?"

"You're my giiiiiirlfriend! You should be spending the day with meeeeeee."

"Who says I'm your girlfriend?"

That traitorous corner of her mouth was starting to lift up in a smile.

"Norge!"

"What?"

"Why are you being so mean to me?"

"Since when have I been mean to 'Your Highness' the 'King of Northern Europe'?"

Suddenly, Ander's eyes began to glint mischievously. Nora took that as a very, very bad sign. Without any warning whatsoever, she found herself being carried bridal-style by Anders as he sprinted out of the library. She was startled to find him dragging her bag of beloved books in the dirt.

"Anko! Put me DOWN!"

"No! You're coming with me so we can spend this day properly and make Berwald jealous."

"Idiot, everyone's staring at us."

Anders took this as a prime opportunity to kiss his girlfriend in front of everyone.

"I'm just awesome like that!"

"Idiot…"

"Jeg elsker dig!"

Somehow Nora still managed to smile.

A/N: Anders is Denmark, and Nora is fem!Norway.

I changed my mind halfway through, and this day will be finished NEXT chapter. Muhahaha. And yes! Lars does have a crush on Maddie. ^^ Yay! I myself am both a PruCan and NetCan shipper. I generally like it better when it's Canfem!Pru and Netfem!Can. I have no idea why. At the beginning of this fic, I was actually going to do CubaCan. Then, I changed my mind and wanted to do PruCan. After rethinking the personalities of the characters and my interpretation, I realized my Gilbert is just way too into Elizaveta to turn around and go to Madeleine. And then, I read some NetCan fics. So I just went with the next choice. NetCan. ^^ Hope ya guys liked! Next Chapter will be coming soon. I need to finish writing it, but it is coming along nicely. And yes, I know! No Tonio this chapter. But expect A LOT of him next chapter. ^^ After all, we've seen two-thirds of the BFT, and we know they have something planned. We now know what Gil and Francis were planning. So, will Tonio be the only one to succeed? Dun dun dun dun!

My OTPs of this Chapter:

NorDen

UsUk