You really couldn't get a good look at everything because of the –sexy- German who was pushing you through the hallway. But, he did pick out things he thought you may want to know.

"You see him, stay away from him. He goes through girls like crazy." He told you while pointing to a guy, his brother scoffing before walking into a classroom.

You watched him leave, and couldn't help but stare at him. Ever from behind- you pervert- he was cute.

"Oh my~ Gilbert who is your lovely chica [1]?"

"Ah yes, do tell us about your femme [2]."

Wait… those accents! They aren't German. Turning your face to see the speakers you nearly melted into a puddle.

One of the males was tall, slender, finely tanned, and had beautiful green eyes. While the other, was tall, once again slender, had pale skin, beautiful blonde hair, and blue eyes.

Gilbert sighed before looking at both of them, but you spoke first, "A-ah I'm not his! I just met him! M-my name is Emma Taylor!"

The Spaniard took your hand and kissed it softly, "My name is Antonio Fernández Carriedo." He smiled at you, before being pushed out of the way by the blonde.

"Ah ma chere [3], my name is Francis Bonnefoy." He kissed your cheek this time. A blush admitted onto your face, while you stuttered.

Gilbert nearly exploded, "Beruhen sie nicht mein madechen! [4]!"

Both males simply laughed at his possessive terms and carried on with walking to class, which was also your first class.

"Don't trust them blume [5]." He whispered in your ear, before resuming his position by your side and wrapping his arm around your waist. "Now then, first class is in this room," He pushed you inside, "And it's math."

"Ah, Gilbert. You aren't actually late today!" The teacher gasped.

Gilbert slid him an ugly glare before replying, "I was showing the new student around." He gestured towards you.

"Ah I see! So you must be Emma then, right?" You meekly nodded and played with them hem of your skirt. "Well, take a seat anywhere you like."

You just nodded and turned around, Gilbert still seemingly attached to your hip. Making your way to the right corner of the room, you sat your bag down and claimed the cornered seat as your own. Gilbert, taking the seat next to you, only fell back into the desk and slid a look at you.

"How long are you in Berlin for?"

"A-ah, I don't know. My parents are always on the go…"

"Hm, I see. Tell me Blume, where are you originally from?"

You blushed, "A-America."

He smirked lightly. He knew where you from, he just loved to see you flustered. "Ah, that's wonderful."

"I-I guess so."

"Ah, there's mi chica [6]!" The Spaniard yelled before taking the seat in front of you, while the Frenchman took the seat next to his.

"Don't be possessive like Gilbert, Antonio; you'll just get the femme embarrassed. Isn't that right?" he looked at you.

You blushed before looking at the Frenchmen, who slid you a –sexy- smirk.

"Shut up!" Gilbert yelled angrily at the two males.

Francis only laughed at him, "Don't think your simple words will make me shut up Gilbert~!"

You giggled, "Si [7], we have a freedom to speech to her no? I mean, she even claimed she isn't yours!"

'She isn't mine yet, but she will be.' He thought.

"Whatever. Just don't touch her! I don't want her tainted." Gilbert stated.

"Don't worry~!" Francis cooed.

Gilbert rolled his eyes before look over at you again. A pretty shade of pink was scattered around your face, as well as the tip of your ears. He smirked, "That's a beautiful pink you're wearing there."

"W-Wha? How did you know about that?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Meine gott [8], I was talking about your blush blume! What were you thinking about?"

You blush darkened as you pushed a stray piece of hair away, "O-oh, nothing haha."

Smirk growing wider, he couldn't stop his mind from wondering to a naughty place it really shouldn't be. He knew then, that he would invade your vital regions, and as soon as possible at that.

Taking a piece of your black hair, he twirled in between his fingers, "Oh, I don't think it was nothing." He whispered in your ear.

You stuttered, 'Damn his sexiness.' You cursed inside your head. "I-it's really nothing."

Just then, the teacher said, "Class is starting!"

You could feel his breath trickle down your neck and onto your shoulder as he spoke to you, "I expect to know what it was after class, am I understood blume?"

You bit your bottom lip before nibbling on the flesh. You could only nod before he pulled away from you and sat back.

Looking at him, you could only think about how close he truly was to you. And you just met him!

You had no idea what kind of trouble laid a head of you as you leaned back in your chair to start out your school year in Germany.

1-girl [Spanish]

2-woman [French]

3-my dear [French]

4-don't touch my girl! [German]

5-Flower [German]

6-My girl. [Spanish]

7-Yes. [Spanish]

8- My god [German]