A/N: I don't own Hetalia, because if I did all my ships would be Canon.
Lovino sighed as he walked down the empty hallways, knowing that any minute a bell would ring and signal lunch, and then the halls would be filled with students. Today hadn't started off the best.
The first couple classes were okay, and, depending on who was in it, he sat with Arthur (that guy's eyebrows were so damn large, but Lovino had known not to bring that up) or Kiku (he still needed to find out what yaoi was, it was still bugging him, especially after yesterday when that Elizabeta said she was into it too). Then it had finally been the class before lunch, which he was looking forward to, since it was an Instrumental Music class and Lovino was pretty damn good at the piano. He had ran down there, separating from Arthur and Kiku, who had science and english. Once he had got to the music room he was amazed to find it large and spacious, with instruments lining the walls and about fifteen other kids there. "Oh, Lovi, I didn't know you were taking Instrumental Music! It is so nice to see you~."
Damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it. Lovino had been seriously irked to learn that the tomato bastard was in this class. It was hard enough, having him stay in the same room as Antonio, but this... Obviously fate was enjoying screwing with his life. Before he had been able to respond (probably involving a lot of cussing and shouting) it was time for the class to start, and the three music teachers walked up to the front of the room, introduced themselves and explained the goal of this class. "This isn't like the band and orchestra you had the option of taking, this class is basically where you have free reign to practice on whatever instrument is available to you. However, this isn't a class where you don't do anything, because at the end of each quarter we expect you to present a piece to us and we will grade you on how well you've done. You can work together, and we expect you freshmen to help out the seventh graders if they need it. That's all, so go and find your instrument. This does not have to be your instrument for the whole year, but we do want you to figure out your instrument in the next week. Now, go for it!"
And Lovino had rushed to the one piano, but had been angry to see that a boy with black hair and glasses had already sat down. "Hey! I want to use the piano, back the hell off!" Lovino had shouted, frustrated that he wasn't able to play it.
The boy had glanced up at him, staring appraising and making Lovino uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, but I got here first, so I get to play," he had answered in an Austrian accent.
Lovino had been about to start shouting some more, but had suddenly felt a hand grabbing his arm and dragging him away. He had spun around to see the tomato bastard walking purposefully to where Gilbert was playing a flute. Once he had reached Gilbert, Antonio had said, "Come on Lovi, it is hopeless to make Roderich give up his beloved piano. Why don't you play the guitar with me, I can teach you! It will be fun~." And he had smiled brightly, and Lovino decided that he would do it, just because he needed an instrument, and don't even begin to think it was because he had cared about the tomato bastard's fucking feelings.
He had still been very angry, and so had slipped out of the room a few minutes early, just so he would maybe have time to cool off.
And now he was walking down the hall just as the bell rang, and suddenly the halls were flooded with other students and Lovino rushed through the crowds, racing to get to the cafeteria. He ran through the lunch lines, and sat at the usual table that his friends (for lack of a better word) sat at. Lovino's finger tips hurt from holding down stupid guitar strings. He sighed and started eating, waiting for anybody to come up. Finally, Kiku walked up with a taller boy who had brown hair that fell around his shoulders and green eyes. "Herro, Lovino. This is my roommate Heracles Karpusi. I asked him if he would rike sitting with us, and he agreed to."
Lovino gave Heracles an scanning look, noting that for some reason the boy was wearing a shirt with cats on the front, that his bag had another cat on it, and finally that there was a pair of cat ears hanging out of the pocket of his jeans. "Ahhh... okay... but, real fast, what is with all the damn cats?"
The Greek (Lovino assumed) boy just looked at him, and said in a quiet, slow voice, "I like cats... is there something wrong with that?"
Lovino sighed, not knowing how to respond to that question. More of his friends came up, and the tomato bastard sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around his waist, making Lovino blush furiously. Why did he have to know all these crazy people?
Matthew had enjoyed the first day of school. Sure, his teachers asked who he was three times in each class, but he had avoided being bullied yet, which was something, right? He had carried around Kumajiro the whole day, and he hadn't even gotten many strange looks. He guessed it was probably because there were some kids who had and looked equally strange, for example Heracles with his cat obsession, an Icelandic boy named Emil who had a puffin stuffed animal, Gilbert with Gilibird who for some reason sat on his head in all classes, a Chinese sophomore or junior he saw had a panda in his backpack, another Chinese (but for some reason had a sort of English accent) seventh grade boy who carried a panda stuffed animal like Matthew, a Finnish eighth and Swedish ninth grader who were taking care of a white puppy that the eighth grader carried around and babied (from what Matthew could see this guy was even more girlish than him), and a Polish boy who wore a pink dress and had painted his fingernails and everything.
And then there was him, a boy who could easily be made a target for looking feminine, because he was so thin and pale and "delicate", dressed in a red sweatshirt and jeans, who carried around a large polar bear stuffed animal. Matthew was sure he would be targeted at some point, as soon as his classmates noticed his existence. There had been a few people, the Finnish boy, Tino, and a nice Ukrainian girl, who was pretty, but seemed awkward and shy because she felt uncomfortable with how big her... er..."bust" was, and then of course Alfred stuck to him like glue, and Gilbert chattered on and on to him, and Francis who seemed to enjoy flirting with him and making him uncomfortable, though at the end of that uncomfortable moment, Francis explained that he had a girlfriend that was supposed to go here, but had cancer or something. He said that she was to sick to come to school, so had remained back in France, but would probably visit over winter break, and then he could introduce them all to her.
Anyways, good first day of school. Alfred was really nice and overprotective as usual, and sat with him and talked to Matthew so he wouldn't feel lonely when he was all by himself, so he wasn't alone even when everyone else was ignoring him.
Overall, it had been a good day for Matthew. Sure, Feliciano had accidentally called him Mark instead of Matthew, but Ludwig had quickly corrected him. And after dinner they had gone outside and played soccer, which was intense, because even if the Vargas brothers and Arthur were not very athletic looking, they were crazy good at soccer, and of course Ludwig, Alfred, and Gilbert were really good. Matthew sat on the sidelines and cheered with Francis and Antonio, while Kiku and the cat guy, Heracles, watched quietly, though that might be because Heracles was sleeping with his head on Kiku's shoulder. After awhile, Elizabeta also joined in, and, to be honest, she was better than all of the boys, weaving in and out and scoring five times in a row. Finally the opposing team got tired of being crushed, and they all decided to go in, there excuse being that it was nine and that they had some stuff to do (which Matthew knew was an absolute lie, but he didn't bother trying to speak up).
After he got to his room, Matthew took a shower and put on his pajamas, and was surprised to find Gilbert just barely walking through the door. "Where were you?"
"I had to talk to West about something," Gilbert responded. Matthew decided to not press on what they were talking about, since Gilbert was looking very uncomfortable. Instead Matthew turned on the tv and pulled out a set of DVDs.
"Want to watch Friends? I have every season."
Gilbert nodded and then said, "Just give me a moment to change into my awesome pajamas." The "awesome pajamas" were what happened to be a shirt with a cartoon version of Gilibird, and his pajama pants had a collection of cute animals scattered around them.
Anyways, after Gilbert changed he sat down next to Matthew, who was wrapped up in a blanket. Then they decided to start the show from the beginning. They only watched three episodes, before deciding that maybe they should go to bed. "After all, we have all school year to watch it, eh?" Matthew said when Gilbert wanted to keep watching.
Matthew decided to read for awhile, possibly some of those books Alfred had been shoving onto him, so stayed up even later. Finally, when his eyes started getting heavy, he pulled off his glasses and set them off ito the side, along with the book. Then, he drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, Matthew woke up in a shock. His dreams had been horrible lately. He glanced around the dark room, and saw that Gilbert also didn't seem to be having a very good night, judging from his shaking. At least he wasn't alone. Matthew reached out and shoved his glasses onto his face, and then picked up the notebook he had been given to keep track of his dreams. Might as well write in it before he forgot what the dream had been like.
He had been... fighting... it was... a long time ago... And he was fighting his brother... because he had left... And he was being led around by England... and...
Matthew sighed, rubbing his head and carefully avoiding his curl. He really couldn't remember that much. Oh well, it was very late, and he would probably dream some more at some point, might as well do it in the morning. And Matthew slumped back, barely pulling off his glasses before falling back asleep, dreams washing over him like a tidal wave.
A/N: So, we now have... Greece! And I intend to make there be Giripan!
Anyways, I'm not going to be able to post a new chapter for about six or seven days, since I'm going to be camping, and there is no WiFi. I'm sorry! :(
Also sorry that this was shorter than normal, but I've been sort of busy.
And I decided to give Francis a girlfriend... guess who she is!
Finally, please tell me if you want any new POVs, and I will try to put them in! I'm so happy people are actually reading this, so thank you! Please review!