The big chapter! Homecoming part 1.

edit: there was a spacing issue with the first post, so I fixed it and re-updated. Also, disclaimer: I do not own hetalia

September 29th, 2012

With the stress of asking Matthew to the dance gone, the weeks flew by and soon enough it was homecoming. The week of homecoming had gone quite well, and seeing everyone in costume was hilarious. Sure enough, Francis had gone all-out on seventies day and came to school in a fringe vest, faded flares, and a headband in his hair. Gilbert and Antonio (who weren't quite so themed-out) busted up laughing the minute they saw him walk down the hallway.

"You are just jealous of my good looks, even when I wear these ridiculous clothes," came Francis' haughty reply.

Gilbert's favorite day ended up being forties day. Using his Grandpa's old war uniforms, Gilbert turned himself into an air force pilot and was announced best-dressed at the daily lunchtime activities. Matthew had also shown his spirit, though in less flashy ways. He wore a tie-dye shirt Monday, Tuesday showed him in a suit, Wednesday he came in a leather jacket, and Thursday he wore a bomber jacket. The school rally on Friday had been a huge success; the leadership and class committees had outdone themselves with the decorations for the gym, and the rally even had the storyline of the school getting sucked into a time machine and taken to all the different time periods. That day was also the royalty voting for each class at lunch.

Now it was the big day. Gilbert, Francis, Antonio, Ludwig, Lovino, and Feliciano were all at the German brothers' house getting ready for the game. Matthew would be meeting them at the football field since he had to go to the game with his brother and family.

"How do I look?" Gilbert asked, walking into the kitchen with a "Lion pride" shirt on and his normally white hair spray-painted purple-the school's color.

"Ve~ very purple, Gilbert," came Feliciano's voice.

"Actually quite nice." The group looked at the doorway where Gilbert and Ludwig's grandpa stood. He wasn't smiling, but he did seem somehow proud of his grandsons.

"Have a great time at the game and dance- but be safe! I don't want any bad phone calls."

"Kesesese~ don't worry Opa, I don't think Ludwig would let us."
After a quick walk the group were at the school. They payed for their tickets and made their way to the home bleachers. There were balloon bundles decorating the railings in the school colors, and posters saying things like "Lions to victory", "Homecoming 2012", and "Lions vs Eagles". The friends took their seats around the fifty yard line, and soon enough Matthew joined them. Gilbert glanced curiously at Matthew's "Alfred Jones is a hero" shirt until the Canadian explained that he'd been bribed into wearing it.

"He said he'd take me to play hockey. I love hockey."

"I didn't know that," Gilbert said.

"Yea, I played when I was younger, but when I moved here I had to stop."

"Oh, that sucks, but at least you get to go play now, right?" Was Gilbert's reply.

"Yes that's true, and-"

"Lions! Eagles! Welcome to your 2012 homecoming game! Today's game is bound to be exciting as your World W Academy Lions take on the Metro City Eagles. This rivalry is one of the longest-standing in history, so lets get ready to play some football! Starting for the lions we have: number 1, quarterback Alfred Jones!"

"Go Alfred!" Matthew cried waving a purple pom pom, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the crowd. The announcer finished listing the starters for each team and asked the crowd to 'rise and please remove their hats' for the National Anthem. When it was over, everyone turned their attention to the field where the coin toss was taking place.

"The Lions have won the coin toss and will be receiving the kick-off." The band started a drumroll and the Eagles kicked the ball down the field. Number 16 caught it and started running. He made it to the forty-yard line before he was taken down by Eagle defense. The rest of the first half was a cheer-inducing, nail-butting event. Spectacular plays were made by each side, and by the time the clock ran out it was tied 21-21.

"What an exciting game!" Antonio cried.

"What gorgeous cheerleaders!" Francis sighed, looking at Elizabeta and

"Ooh Ludwig, look! The cheerleaders are dancing!" Was Feliciano's comment.

"Dancing pretty well, too," replied Ludwig.

"Do you think we are going to win?" Asked Matthew quietly. "Alfred always gets upset when we lose."

"I think we can win. We just need to score again," answered Gilbert.

"The damn defense needs to hold their line is what we need to do," scowled Lovino.
That was as far as the conversation got, however, because the cheerleaders finished their dance to "Call Me Maybe" and the half-time parade was starting.

"Lions, and Eagles! As tradition for the homecoming game, our amazing class committees have created a spirit-filled parade for you to enjoy. This year's theme was "Lions leap through the decades", and first up, we have the Freshmen, who "found their funk in the seventies". Out came the freshmen, decked out in hippie wear. They carried a banner that said their theme, and some were even carrying props like giant peace signs. They made their way to the far right of the bleachers where they had a decorated section. The announcer announced the president, vice-president, and secretary for the class before continuing on to the other classes.

"Ve~I want to be in committee Ludwig!" Feliciano said as he watched the parade. "You, me and Lovino should all join together."

Gilbert was fully expecting Lovino to snap at his twin, and was surprised that he actually nodded in agreement. Ludwig wasn't so sure at first, but after more encouragement from Feliciano, he hesitantly agreed to go to a meeting.

"We should join committee too, mi amigos!" Antonio said enthusiastically. Gilbert and Francis simply laughed at him.

It didn't take long for the parade to get to the royalty crowning. The freshmen were a random girl and guy who Gilbert and his friends had never heard of. The Sophomores were also random people who were unknown to the group. The juniors however, were people that Gilbert did know.

"Your junior princess is Natalya Arlovsakya." Cheers erupted from the crowd for the beautiful, blonde cheerleader. She was slightly scary, but very intelligent and diligent.

"Your junior prince is Im Yong Soo." More cheers for the hyper south-Korean who was in Gilbert's chemistry and English classes. The juniors royalty linked arms before waving and walking to stand with their class. Next was the seniors.

"Your senior queen is Elizabeta Héderváry." The gorgeous Hungarian (who just so happened to be cheer captain) smiled as she accepted her tiara with all the grace of a proper young lady. No one would guess she was a major yaoi fan, thought Gilbert.

"Finally, your senior king is Alfred Jones."

"Go Alfred!" Matthew cried excitedly. Several football players gave Alfred pats on the back, including a rather hefty one from Ivan. When Alfred received his crown, he linked arms with Elizabeta before they moved over to stand with their class.

"And there you have it, folks, the class royalty for homecoming 2012: lions leap through the decades," said the announcer. The royalty walked arm-in-arm off the track and were followed by their waving, cheer class committees. "This concludes our half-time festivities. Now let's get ready to watch the continuation of this exciting game!"

Gilbert turned his attention back to the game, where the Eagles were receiving the kick-off. Number 12 ran the ball back but was quickly stopped by a vicious tackle from Ivan. With the game once more on, Gilbert's attention was completely absorbed by football. He hardly noticed Antonio wrap his arm around Lovino, or Feliciano leaning against a surprised and blushing Ludwig. Matthew too was captivated by the thrilling plays that kept happening on each side. It seemed like each side had been inspired at halftime, and with less than eight seconds left in the final quarter the score was still tied 21-21.

"Come on, you bastards! I want to win!" Lovino cried as the team lined up and the kicker jogged out on the field.

"What are they doing?" Feliciano asked curiously.

"They're going to try and score a field goal. It's when someone kicks the ball through the goal posts and it counts for three points," Gilbert answered. "If they make this, they'll win the game."

Meanwhile, on the field, number 23, Joel Hernandez, was getting ready to make the kick. They were only on the twenty-yard line, it should be an easy field goal, but this was homecoming and the pressure was no doubt intense to the young junior. He had only recently transferred to the school from Mexico, but he had become the kicker for the football team as soon as the coach realized his talent.

Gilbert watched as the center snapped the ball back and one of the other team members caught it and positioned it. Joel ran and kicked it. The ball arched up, spiraling gracefully...and cleared the goal post with room to spare! The entire bleachers-worth of fans stood up,and cheered. As the clock ran out, the football team ran, picked up Joel, and carried him off the field on their shoulders. In his excitement, Gilbert jumped up and grabbed Matthew in a giant bear hug. When he realized what he'd done, however, he let go; the two boys quickly turning as red as the setting sun behind them.

"And that concludes the game. Final score: Lions 24, Eagles 21. Thanks for supporting and don't forget that the back in time dance is tonight from 7:00-10:00 in the courtyard. It's semi-formal, so dress to impress, and have a great time."

"We should go get ready for the dance," said Gilbert, who was still slightly red from the hugging incident.

"Yes we should," said Francis eyeing a cute, brown-haired Asian girl.

"I'll see you guys at the dance then," Matthew added quietly. "My parents are taking me and Alfred back to the house."

"Oh ok, what about you two?" Gilbert asked the twin Italians.

"Ve~?"

"Our mom's coming to get us," said Lovino rolling his eyes, "but we'll meet you guys there."

"Until then, mi amour," Antonio said wrapping his arms around Lovino and pulling him close until their foreheads were touching. Lovino began squirming, but when Antonio pressed his lips against the Italian's, his arms immediately pressed the Spaniard closer.

"Ew," said Gilbert turning away along with everyone else, and heading towards the exit gate. It didn't take long for Antonio to catch up to him, Ludwig, and Francis.

"Are you done making out, mon ami?" asked a laughing Francis. "I think if there hadn't been so many people clothes would have started coming off."

"Nah, Lovi would never let me get that far," Antonio answered with a chuckle. "But that's not important. We have a dance to get ready for, no?"

"Ja, we do," came Gilbert's reply.

"Oui, let us prepare to dazzle the rest of the school," was Francis's answer.

Gilbert smiled. There's only one person I want to dazzle, he thought, and that's the hot Canadian I have as my date.

Next up: the dance! Also, Joel is an OC Mexico that I based off my dear friend of the same name. The "cute Asian" Francis checks-out is Taiwan, but don't worry, they won't become a couple in the story.