PruAus! Yay! Sorry guys, I'm a sucker for that pairing. Anyhow, I still have, like, no reviews on this! Come on people! Don't be mean! I comment on every story I read, and so should you. Also, because my friend's reading this, and she got a little confused: Sasha is Seychelles, cause I don't know her human name. In this story, Llewellyn is Wales, Marco is Portugal, and Sophie is Northern Ireland. They're my OCs, in case you're wondering. Well, on with the show!

x Rachel

The whole school was buzzing with excitement about the upcoming dance. Teenagers are suckers for gossip, and Hetalia High was no exception. So far, the most ridiculous one I had heard was that Francis was going with Yao, but it was Francis after all; he probably flirted with her as she came out of English yesterday, but that didn't mean much. Yao practically choked on her green tea when she heard that.

"Francis?" she spluttered. "Wha?"

"I know," I grinned.

Roderich had been asked to the dance by half the girls in my class. He had turned down all of them, and when I asked him why, he just shrugged and changed the subject. I think he just doesn't want to go at all, but that's okay.

Antonio asked Lovi the minute he found out when it was on. He asked him right in the middle of the corridor, and Lovi went bright red, and nodded. Tonio practically jumped on top of him, beaming, until Lovino shoved him off, yelling, 'get a grip, bastard!' Knowing Tonio, he'll probably try to get Lovi to wear a dress. My friends are total pervs, and I guess I'm not much better…

Feli and Ludwig are going together, of course. Feli's the best thing that's ever happened to my brother, and he and I both know it. Feli spends every waking moment at our house, and even sleeps over sometimes. That would probably be a little awkward if you didn't know Feli. He sleeps with West so much that I've suggested that they just move out of the house altogether, and get their own place. West goes pink every time I say that. Oh, it's hilarious making him blush…

Let's see, who else is going? Well, Tino and Berwald, obviously, but that goes without saying. Feliks and Toris are going too, and I'll bet all the money I have that Feliks is going to wear a dress. It seems sometimes that all my friends are transvestites; Feli, Feliks, Lovi, Francis and Arthur when they're drunk… (Yeah, I've seen that happen.)

What about the Poison trio? Lili's going with Marco, who's her new boyfriend at the moment. I say 'at the moment' because I know she's going to ditch him at the dance and steal someone else's boyfriend. That's the kind of girl Lili is. Beautiful, but only on the outside.

Sasha's going with Llewellyn, a boy on the football team, who's pretty good friends with Ludwig. Llewellyn's easily the best-looking boy in school, and Sasha's nut's about him, but I know he's just going with her because she asked him. Llewellyn's that kind of boy; he does everything because he doesn't want to hurt people's feelings. I know he doesn't like Sasha though, and I hope I'm around when he dumps her.

I've heard that Elizabeta's entertaining twelve offers at the moment, but I couldn't care less who she goes with. Alfred tells me that she almost asked him, but Arthur interrupted her, to Alfred's relief.

The dance is the latest big thing in school, and thanks to Francis I've hit a dead end. I need a date, and I'm no closer to getting one than I was a week ago when he brought up the stupid bet. I've gone too far into the 'friendzone' (Antonio's wording, not mine) with Roderich. He eats with us at the table, Alfred, Arthur, Ludwig, Feli, Yao, Francis, Tonio and the rest of the gang, and meets me from all my classes. He's like Francis, only better because he doesn't ditch me to go chat up girls. Speaking of Francis, he got a date the day after the bet, a girl called Sophie. Nice girl, but too innocent for Francis.

Yao's got no further with Ivan either. She still hasn't worked out if she likes him or not. Yao's nice, but a bit clueless sometimes. I've seen her sit next to him at lunch, laughing at everything he says and watching him smiling while he eats. No joke. Why is it that everyone's love life is so easy, but they make it hard, and mine is just plain hard? It's not fair.

"Gil!"

Mr Swenson, kind as he is, snapped me out of my mourning.

"Yes sir, pi is equal to 3.14159 or something like that-,"

"Gil, we moved on from that five minutes ago. We're actually using the theorem now. Weren't you listening? No, silly question. What were you daydreaming about? The dance?"

Everyone sniggered.

"She would sir, if she had a date," piped up a smirking Elizabeta from the back of the room.

"I do!" I yelled.

I could see Elizabeta about to ask who, but Mr Swenson interrupted us.

"Girls! Shh! Do you want to continue your little tiff outside the principal's office?" he scolded, and we shut up.

Thank you sir, I prayed silently. God, why did I say that? I am such an idiot.

Class ended, and I spotted Roderich outside the door. So did Mr Swenson, and he went over to open the door. Roderich's very good at Maths, so Mr Swenson dotes on him.

"Roderich! What are you doing here?"

"Sorry, sir, I vas just vaiting for Gillian."

Everyone turned to look at me. You could see what they were all thinking: Wait, Roderich and Gil are going out? Is that who she's going to the dance with? I went a little pink, and a plan hatched in my mind to irritate Elizabeta. I waved at Roderich, packed up my stuff, and ran over to him.

"Shall we go?" he asked, and I made sure that Elizabeta noticed me slip my arm through his. "Yeah, let's," I replied. I could just see Elizabeta staring as we walked off, and I smiled widely.

"What was that?" asked Roderich, when we'd gone a little further.

"Oh…" I faltered. "Don't get mad…"

"Gi-l," he said in his 'now, Gil, tell me' voice.

"Okay, well, you know how Elizabeta's in that class?" He nodded at his ex-girlfriend's name. "Well, she's a moron, and she's always mean to my friends. So I thought that, because I really like you and everything, I could pretend you were my boyfriend to annoy her. I'm sorry, really."

I turned to Roderich, who wasn't mad-looking, or even laughing, which I'd expected his second reaction to be. He was looking at me with his beautiful kind violet eyes, and at that moment I realised why Berwald stared at Tino when he spoke. Lilac eyes really were bewitching. I couldn't pull my gaze from him.

"Wait. You- like me?"

Wait. What? Holy shit, did I actually say that? Did I actually tell Roderich I like him? Oh my god, he's going to hate me now. I've just lost him.

"I'm sorry," I gasped, covering my mouth. "I- I'm sorry." I couldn't think of anything else to say, and I knew that I was going to cry if I stood there staring at him any longer, so I ran off.

I found the girl's bathroom, and locked myself in one of the cubicles. People came in and went out, and I sat there, thinking and sobbing. What had I done? I'd actually told Roderich I fantasize about him being my boyfriend, and that I like him. I'm such an idiot.

"Gil? Mon cher, what's wrong?"

"Amigo, what's up?"

I opened the door a crack, and looked out to see a blonde boy and a brunette, both sitting on the sinks, looking at me in concern. You know, they're awful friends most of the time, but when it really matters, they're the best you could ask for.

"Ich bin ein Idiot," I mumbled opening the door fully, and Francis pulled me into a hug. He smelt of grass and fresh bread, and I cried into his shoulder.

"Gil, what's up?" he whispered, his voice serious, not joking and laughing like he usually did.

"I- I told Roderich I liked him by accident," I said.

"Oh, Gil, it's okay," soothed Antonio, patting me on the back gently. "What did he say?"

"I don't know. I ran off," I sniffled.

"Then you've got to go back," said Francis. "You must have scared him. What if he liked you too, idiote?"

"Then he would have stopped me," I said sadly.

"You have to admit Gil, you running off crying might not have been the most encouraging sign," smiled Antonio softly. "Anyway, you can't just avoid him. You have to go back, say sorry, and even if he doesn't like you, try to fix it up. You can still be friends."

I thought about it. "Okay, Tonio," I whispered. "But… let's just stay here a moment, kay?"

We stayed there for the rest of the lesson, and only came out when the bell went. We passed Tino on the way out of the bathrooms, who I couldn't look at. His eyes reminded me too much of Roderich, and how I had totally screwed up everything with him.

The boys offered to come with me, but I knew I had to apologise by myself. I found Roderich on the third floor stairway, with puffy eyes as well. He saw me and started to bite his lip.

"Gil, I'm so sorry-,"

"Look, can we talk over at the courtyard?" I asked, unable to look him in the eye.

"Of course."

We walked to the courtyard, no talking, and I turned around to face Roderich, summoning up all of my courage to look him in the eyes.

"I'm really sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have said that, and I didn't mean to."

"But did you mean it?" he asked, his face unreadable.

"What?" I said, taken off balance. "I- yes. I'm really sorry, Roderich, but I meant every word of it."

He smiled softly, and leaned forward, and the next thing I felt was his lips on mine.

I have a useless vocabulary, so please excuse my wording, but it felt… awesome. He's only a little taller than me, so he was easy to reach, and his lips felt soft and gentle against mine. He was hesitating, I could tell, so I dropped my bag and pulled him closer to me, trying to tell him: I wanted this. He slipped his arms around my waist, and I realised; shit, I'm the girl in this kiss. Honestly, though? I couldn't care less.

He pulled back, still holding on to me, and looked at me nervously.

"I- I love you Gil," he whispered, and I almost had a freaking heart attack at the words.

"I love you," I beamed, pulling him back to me. And I wasn't ever letting go.

PruAus. If it was canon, we'd all be screwed…

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