A/N: i'm not really a fan of romance so i really don't know how to write this. i'm just writing for the fun of it. and because i'm not himaruya if anyone is ooc or anything it's because that's how the story wants them to be. i won't tolerate complaining about ooc-ness or pairings you don't like, preference over actual critique is unnecessary, so thank you very much and enjoy my crappy story.

side note, i half wrote this and half drew this before typing it up. so if anything doesn't flow it's because i can't type rough drafts. again thank you for taking your time for reading this.

"I like you."

Hallo. Guten Tag. Or at least that's what I wanna say. "No." That's my best friend Arthur Kirkland. We've been together since middle school. And as such he's my body guard, or that's what I consider this anyway. So here's the thing, as we all know, I am definitely the greatest to ever live, but that doesn't mean I love the attention. Or this kind anyway.

Everyday there'll be someone to ambush me and ask me out. Today some random guy just asked. I don't even know his name. I feel sorry for him, I want to be the one to tell him no, but I'm not so good with people I don't know.

"Again, Arthur? It's like everyday there's always someone leaving this room crying and it's not from me!"

Francis Bonnefoy, despite his flirtatious ways he's actually the student council vice president. He's a third year and flirts with almost everyone he meets. In fact, I don't this it's almost, it's like anything with four legs will do. Did I also mention he's a pervert? I'm not exactly close with him, but he can be fun sometimes. Just when he's not trying to molest me...

"It's not my fault that they're always coming here." "Then whose fault is it?"

Haa. Really, they're starting again. It's like this every time either of them open their mouths. One little comment is all it takes. So what, I'm guilty as charged, but if this is the result I don't care whose fault it is, I just wish it would end. It's not like any of them mean it anyway. What 'love'? What 'like'? All they see is a pretty face with a palette different from their own.

I'm different, so what? What's so good about this skin and hair. To me I'm like a ghost right out of a horror film. And my eyes are anything but natural. I don't hate myself for this, in fact I find myself amazing, but if all they see is a picture on display then I'd rather be alone than with someone else.

"Coming after you again, Gil?"

"Tonio...What are you doing." Antonio Hernadez-Carriedo, also a third year. I don't know what their reason is but he's close friends with Francis. But they're so different. They're the same, sorta, but yet not at the same time. Sure whenever they speak the words that come out are nothing but idiocy, but Antonio's more carefree and it's kinda...cute.

"Making flowers. We were trying to make flowers for the welcoming festival, but Francis kinda flaked on me." I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He' still arguing with Arthur. At times like these I really wonder if they really were friends. Francis and Antonio that is. They're so different. Antonio is like sunshine in a flower field and Francis is...well Francis! He's a pervert, and a huge flirt. The words that come out of his mouth have no meaning whatsoever. It's like the lies just slip out so easily to him, without even a hint of guilt, but nonetheless he's fun to be around sometimes. "I'm sorry, Gil, but is it okay for me to ask you to help?"

Eh?

"Eh?"

"I mean Francis won't be any help and I can't do this by myself it'll take forever. Please?"

When he says that I'll do anything for him. Obvious, isn't it. I like him. But it's a secret.

"Sure! I'm free."

*knock knock*

"Gil, you in here?" Lovino Vargas, or as I know him as the older brother of Feliciano Vargas. I've known him since we were kids, and it's kinda rare that he knocks. But I guess it's cause we're in the student council room. Be warned though, the words that come out of that mouth could make even the devil cry. "Over here. Ya need somethi–" "Lovi!"

Antonio drops whatever he was doing to give Lovino a hug. The chemistry they share is plainly seen on Lovino's aggravated face. A scowl forms at his discomfort for the Spaniard's friendliness. A trait of Antonio's that he has not gotten used to over the year.

Lovino and Antonio both belong to the gardening club and thus know each other from there. They are friends but not close. The relationship they share is strange but it's not unwarranted. From time to time they share a conversation and give one another advice. They keep each other company, but that's as far as it goes.

"Get off, you bastard. And why are here in the first place!?" Antonio frowns at Lovino's blatant dislike at his greeting, but quickly regains composure and smiles. His smile only further aggravates Lovino. "Actually I was helping with the festival, but my partner kinda abandoned me. Wanna help instead? With the three of us I'm sure we'll be able to finish by the end of today. Maybe even in just an hour or so," he beamed.

Lovino grumbled at the thought of working, but considered once he spotted Gilbert diligently working on a flower. His figure so natural in his working state, Lovino really did admire that about Gilbert. "Fine." He looked to Gilbert again, not once had he looked up since his entrance, but that's only because he was so focused. 'That won't last long.' Lovino thought as he took a seat next to Gilbert right across from Antonio. Soon they started to build piles of paper flowers.

Lovino had been right though. Twice during the time they were working Gilbert had sneezed and decided he was bored, but Antonio had managed to coax him into trying again. Both times with succession. It was obvious that Gilbert was loyal to the Spaniard, and sometimes the looks Lovino would give could compare to that of a dog fighting for what was theirs.

"I've lost count of how many we made." Gilbert said as he looked up at the clock. "I think this will be enough." Antonio responded.

"Fuck!" Lovino cried. This drew eyes from everyone in the room. "It's six! I was supposed to find Feli to tell him dinner was seven with nonno(grandfather). Great. Just great!"

"Calm down, mate. You said yourself it's only six. You've still got an hour."

"But it is getting late. Maybe we should lock up."

"That's rare, Francis, you're actually sounding mature."

Gilbert sighed as he can see where this was heading into. "It's late. I'm going back to the dorms. With any luck, Feli might be there." Lovino beamed at the suggestion. A little from finding his brother, but mostly from walking together with Gilbert. "Yeah. You're right, maybe your room?" From the corner of his eye, Lovino could see Arthur's sudden interest in their conversation. It stopped their oncoming dispute at least, but from the looks of it his moment alone with Gilbert wasn't going to happen.

"You're right. It is getting late. Since we're all heading in the same direction, let's all go together. Shall we?" Arthur suggested out of convenience, or so it seemed. To Francis it was a bit forced, but the truth nonetheless, seeing as they have nothing else to do that evening. Antonio was clueless the entire time. So it was settled. They went together.

The dorms were a ten minute walk from the main building. They were designed after roman architecture with a hint of french doming. It was embellished with floral patterns along the frame that the building itself looked like was from the eighteenth century. The interior was no different. On the outside the doors are all the same, but once you step inside it's a different story. Instead of a plain white, the walls and ceilings were painted a welcoming beige. The rooms themselves each had it's own wallpaper. Each room was different, rather than the same generic room they were each designed as if they were individual rooms separated from the structure.

Once inside, the group split. Arthur and Francis went one way, and Antonio another. Lovino had followed Gilbert to his room. And sure enough, upon entering the room Feliciano was there along with Ludwig. Ludwig is Gilbert's brother, and as such they were granted permission to room together, the same goes for Feliciano and Lovino.

"Hey, lousy brother of mine, nonno says we're having dinner together today and it's at seven."

Feliciano was taken by surprise by Lovino's being that he'd squeaked by his sudden leer. "Veh~ why didn't you tell me soon! We don't have time to get ready!" Lovino growled at his younger brother as if to say that's not an option, but Feliciano knew it was to mask his mistake of not coming sooner. "I forgot to, okay. Now just come and we'll get as much done before we meet him, got it." And with that Lovino had left. Feliciano followed suit after a quick kiss to Ludwig and a whispered sorry to Gilbert.

Gilbert smiled at his brother who was currently in the middle of cleaning up. "I still can't believe you're dating Feli. He's so cute!" Ludwig glowered at the other as he continued to clean up. Gilbert offered a hand and was gladly accepted. "I'm kidding. What happened was...tragic, but in the end you're here now." Ludwig gave a bittersweet smile to his brother. "It must have been hard on you, but I'm fine now, aren't I?"

"Yeah. It's getting late, I'm gonna hit to showers first and finish up some homework before going to bed."

Just as he had said, the night passed like any other opening to a new day like any other.