Hello all! This RusAme chapter is for Blood Rose Knight. RusAme again... I think you're all trying to get me to ship it. Are you all conspiring against me?! *suspicious*
Francine Bonnefoy-Kirkland sighed in exasperation as her youngest daughter yelled from her room. "MOOOOOOOOOOMMM! I need your help!" She turned to look at the table where her husband, Arthur, sat reading the newspaper. He made no indication that he was aware of anything until their eldest, fifteen year old Madeline, tugged on her father's sleeve, causing him to hand over the page with the comics. They both settled down to read.
Fine! If they won't pay attention to anything around them then I'll just let their pancakes burn! Francine thought vindictively as she threw the spatula down on the counter, walking out of the kitchen. Climbing the stairs nimbly, she walked down the hallway until she reached the appropriate door.
"Amelia? What's wrong?" she asked.
"J-just come inside!" Amelia yelled through the door. Francine opened it a crack and peeked inside. Amelia was standing in front of the full length mirror next to her bed and peering at it distastefully. Furthermore, all she was wearing was her jeans, socks, and her newly-bought training bra.
"You should be dressed by now, Amelia. You'll be late for school." Francine stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Amelia whirled around to face her, her short blonde curls bouncing around her face.
The girl gestured to her bra and wailed, "I can't go to school wearing this! Everyone will see!"
Francine sighed again and moved over to Amelia's wardrobe. "Nonsense, no one will be able to tell once you put on a shirt. Come, try this." She held out Amelia's favorite red shirt, but she just scowled.
"I don't wanna! It's too small for me anyway! Can't I just stay home? S'il vous plaît, maman?" Amelia begged. She obviously hoped her use of French would soften her mother.
No such luck, however. Francine simply rolled her eyes and threw the shirt onto Amelia's bed before stalking out of the room. "You have two minutes, Amelia. Then I'll send your father up to get you."
Amelia had donned the shirt before the door had time to shut.
Madeline rolled her eyes at Amelia's melodramatics. Her weirdo of a sister was currently tugging at her shoulders and squirming as she tried to get her bra to settle more comfortably. "You know, the more you pay attention to it, the more others will as well." She whispered this to keep the boys in the seat in front of her on their bus from hearing. Amelia immediately froze and looked at her, horrified by this prospect.
"OMG! You don't think anyone noticed already, do you?!" She shrieked. The boys in front of them paused and looked at her. Amelia blushed crimson and slid down in her seat.
Madeline held back a laugh and whispered, "Just ignore it."
"Hoooowwwww?! It's so uncomfortable and weird!"
"Don't think about it."
"But-" Amelia bit her lip and moaned as the bus slowed to a ponderous halt in front of the middle school. She reluctantly grabbed her backpack and waited for Madeline to stand so she could get past her into the aisle. Shuffling past her unsympathetic sister and her C cup breasts, she braced herself for a day of pure torture.
"OMG! Tristan looked this way!"
"Ugh, my parents took away my phone for the whole weekend!"
"I hate Mr. Banner SO MUCH. Seriously, he gives us soooooo much homework."
Julchen rolled her eyes at the unawesome conversations going on around her. Most of the girls had gathered near the doors of the school since it was a policy that only people who ate school lunches could enter the building before the bell rang. The boys, on the other hand, were making full use of the two basketball courts and wide open field next to the portable trailers that served as additional classrooms (the school had been built for 2000 students and there were currently 3600 kids enrolled; talk about a tight squeeze). The "Prussian" lazily flicked her wrist so she could look at her watch. Ten minutes until the bell rang. Greeeeeeeeeeeat.
"I'm gonna die of boredom unless something happens." She muttered angrily. Wait… was that…? Ja! It was Amelia! "Ksesesese! Amelia!" Julchen yelled, waving her arms to get her attention.
Her friend weaved her way through the crowd and leaned against the wall next to her. Julchen noticed her arms were tightly crossed in front of her chest and her flushed face. "What's the matter with you?"
Amelia's blush deepened and she looked around at the crowd of giggling, judging, cruel girls that surrounded them. She warily motioned for Julchen to come closer before whispering, "I'm wearing a training bra and it's so embarrassing!"
"..."
Amelia peeked up at the albino and was surprised to find Julchen looking at her fondly. "What?"
Julchen uncharacteristically pulled Amelia in for a hug. "My little Amy is growing up!" Amelia grumbled as her face was pressed against Julchen's bosom. Just the fact she'd hit puberty two years before at the tender age of ten made Amelia so jealous she wanted to cry sometimes. However, she allowed herself to be hugged for a few more seconds before being saved by the bell. Literally. Julchen and Amelia were soon separated as the waves of students rushed for the door. Julchen managed to call out, "Viel Glück!" Before she was lost from sight.
Amelia kept her arms wrapped around her chest until she reached her first period class. Pre Algebra. Oh how she HATED Pre Algebra. She hated the subject, her annoying classmates, and the fact that it was the only classroom in the entire school that still had those outdated desks where the seat was attached to the frickin' desk! The only consolation was that her teacher was, as Julchen would say, awesome. When he wasn't sleeping through half the period, Mr. Karpusi was able to turn a jumble of xs, ys, and numbers into an equation a fourth grader could understand. Not to mention that he was cute, young and currently single….
The class was devoid of students when Amelia entered. The only sign of life was the snores coming from the teachers desk. Amelia took a moment to drop off her backpack at her seat before walking over to the desk to inspect her teacher. Heracles Karpusi had long brown hair that reached past his chin and tickled his collarbone and calm green eyes that looked unfocused while also appearing to stare straight into your soul. Said eyes were currently closed in sleep, and his hair was fanned across the desk where he rested his weary head. Grabbing a pen from the desk, Amelia gently poked him.
"Mr. Karpusi, class is starting."
Mr. Karpusi blinked and lifted his head a bit. He nodded once and smiled before rubbing his eyes and straightening. Amelia blushed and scurried back to her seat just as another classmate entered. Since she always made a point of ignoring her obnoxiously genius peers, she was taken by surprise when the mystery person sat down next to her. The desks were arranged in rows of four with an aisle between them so that students could access the teacher and the whiteboard. All except for two desks that is, both of which were in the very back of the room. Amelia had claimed them as her own on the first day to avoid sitting with anyone, but now someone was sitting in one of them. Unacceptable. She tilted her head slightly to get a look at this intruder without appearing like she was actually interested.
It was a boy (groan) and a tall one at that. He was easily a head taller than her five foot and had broad shoulders like a football player. Surprising really, since most 6th grade boys hadn't yet grown into the "men" they became in 8th grade just, before they left for high school. This boy had soft-looking pale blond hair and strange-looking purple eyes. His neck was hidden by a scarf that was wrapped snuggly around it…. even though it was early September. The boy turned to face Amelia and smiled slightly. "Hello. Is there anyone sitting here?"
Go away, go away, go away! Another wave of insecurity crashed down on her and she wrapped her arms around her torso again. She avoided his gaze and focused on the whiteboard where Mr. Karpusi was writing down today's assignment. She made him wait for a few seconds before responding. "No, but there are other seats closer to the front."
"Ah, I will stay here, if you don't mind."
Of COURSE I mind! Amelia grimaced and reached into her backpack for her textbook. "Whatever! I don't care what you do!" The long pause that followed made Amelia feel guilty. She'd been grumpy all day and it wasn't just because of her bra. Wait….hadn't maman mentioned something about PMS? Oh jeez! Was she about to have her first period?! Ohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeez-
Mr. Karpusi smiled at the new kid and grabbed his clipboard, "You're the new student, right?" He glanced down at the attendance sheet - "Ivan Braginski?" The tall boy nodded. "Welcome to Hetalia Middle School."
"Spasibo."
Amelia eyed him. "Spazz what?"
Ivan laughed softly and explained while setting his binder on the desk. "I was born in Russia and moved to America when I was ten years old. Spasibo means thank you."
"Oh…. cool!" Wow, he spoke a whole different language! The most Amelia knew was "hola", "ciao", and "VERDAMMT!" Perhaps she could tolerate him for one day...
"...Your homework is all the odd questions on page 143," Mr. Karpusi finished, returning to his desk to catch a few extra minutes of sleep. Amelia didn't have the energy to groan with the rest of the class at the prospect of homework though. She was feeling sick. Really sick, as in her face was flushed and her palms were sweaty and drunken butterflies were having a fiesta in her stomach. All of these symptoms increased when she looked at her new partner. Ivan had gone from being tolerable to more perfect than Chuck Norris in the course of the fifty minute period. He was kind, intelligent, gorgeous and - more importantly - attainable.
The bell brought Amelia out of her reverie and she blushed again when she realized she'd been staring at Ivan. The Russian boy didn't seem to notice though, and she watched him pack his bag. "S-see you tomorrow, Ivan!" she blurted out.
Ivan looked at her in mild surprise. "You want me to sit next to you again? I thought that maybe-"
"NO! I mean…. I liked sitting next to you. You can sit next to me again. That is, if you want to….um, GAH! I'm such an idiot!" Amelia let her head drop on her desk and hid her face from his inquiring eyes. She gasped as a large hand descended, patting her head once.
"Da, I'd like that."
She waited until she was sure he'd left the classroom before raising her head again. Almost everyone was gone as well. Crap! Ms. Vargas would kill her if she was late for art! Hopefully she was flirting with the Spanish teacher again. She rushed down the hallways, trying to calm her galloping heart and clear her mind of a certain boy. Who knew she could feel this way?
Hopefully maman wouldn't notice.
What's this? Puberty? Insecurity? Unattainable male teachers? Attainable boys who no longer have cooties? Hello middle school! How I miss you... pfffff! I kid, middle school was awful! Go rot in H, E, double hockey sticks middle school!
Editor's Note: I've infected Viva with my tendency to add a tiny hint of Spamano to everything. XD
*sigh* It's true. AND NOW YOU KNOW WHO TO BLAME! XD