Disclaimer: This is an AU story, set in a school. I wrote this story as a birthday present to one of my best (and craziest) friend, so please don't flame if you don't like the pairing. Each chapter will feature a different pairing, both boyxboy and boyxgirl. You have been warned. I don't own Hetalia (surprise? xD ). 'Nuff said. Let the crack begin.

Chapter one: Featuring Germany and Iceland

Level of cotton-sweet sugarness: Almost high (cause of tears). Cheesy, don't say I didn't warn ya.

The clean-freak twitched. Again. He tried to ignore the feeling, but as he felt it again, he couldn't stop himself from turning around. Still, as every other time he had turned around for the past fortnight, he couldn't find the culprit. The German gritted his teeth. If this goes on for the rest of the year, I will go insane. A sudden hand on his shoulder made the well-built man almost jump.

"Ludwig-san?" The blond breathed out in relief as he recognized who it was. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, everything's fine." He answered, trying to sound reassuring.

The Japanese frowned, taking one of the free chairs that were around the table Ludwig was sitting at. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." He didn't want to bother the well-mannered boy with his paranoia. Really, for all he knew, it could just be his imagination. The blue-eyed boy frowned. But if there really is someone, then why aren't they stepping forward? The strict man pretended to read his book, but secretly checked the library room if someone was staring at him.

It could be Feliciano or that strange brother of his.. but they wouldn't be able to hide so well. He felt that a headache was starting to form.

"So, how is the literature club doing?"

"Hm?" The rule-abiding boy looked guilty at the well-mannered Asian. "Oh, yes, really well thank you. Actually, Heracles has starting to turn up in time for the meetings."

"Yes," The black-haired boy smiled. "It seems he and Berwald is getting along quite well." Kiku suddenly laughed. "Oh my, seems like you have given someone a crush on you."

The blue-eyed boy gaped open-mouthed with surprise. He leaned forward, eagerly to find out who it was, but he knew, if he turned around, the person would surely hide. "Who?" he asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry, I don't know his name, but he has been glancing at you all the time we have spoken."

He? The German decided to not dwell on that fact. "What does he look like?" He demanded to know.

"Well," The dark-haired boy looked down in his books, trying to act normal, "I believe he is a first year and he has quite a unique hair colour."

"What colour?" When the words leaved his lips, he suddenly knew. "White."

""Yes." The Japanese looked surprised. "How did you.."

"Excuse me!" The muscular boy got up, scanning the room to find one of the literature's newest club members. There. He spotted the violet-eyed boy, who as he saw that the strict boy had got up, had dashed toward the library door.

Of course. The clean-freak started to chase after the smaller boy. Of course. Now that he thought about it, the only option had been the quiet boy, who had seemed a little bit to uninterested by books to actually join the literature club. The boy had helped him out a lot ever since the white-haired Icelander had joined. How stupid of me not to notice earlier. The well-trained boy speeded up, picking up the speed another notch to catch the surprisingly fast boy. Now, he just needed to figure out why the boy was so interested in him. Frankly speaking, he really didn't believe the Japanese's theory. But then again, he thought as he chased the smaller boy out in the school park, what else reason is there.

The run finally seemed to slow down the Icelander and the blond took the chance and tackled the other. "Gotcha!" He grunted as they both fell to the ground.

The violet-eyed struggled, but then seemed to give up.

"Sorry."

"What?" The rule-abiding boy blinked.

"Sorry." Big wet tears started to form in the Icelander's eyes. "I'm sorry."

Ludwig had no idea what was going on, but still, he hated when people cried. "It's okay." He drew the white-haired boy closer in a tight hug, trying the method he always used when Feliciano cried. "It's okay."

The method seemed to work, as the boy stopped to cry. "I'm sorry." The words were muffled against the Germans' broad chest.

"Okay," The blond lifted up the Icelander's face to look him in the eyes, "now you have to tell me why you are apologizing."

"Well…" The white-haired boy tried to get away from the other's hand, but as he realized it was fruitless, he stopped and sighed."I apologizing for making you feel awkward all this time."

"Oh." Now it was the blond's time to feel embarrassed. "Oh that." He had prepared what he would say when he found the source of his annoyance, but as he know saw who it had been, he felt guilty for even thinking them.

"Do you forgive me? I promise I will stop, but.." The white-haired boy hesitated, but then inhaled. "I really like you and could we at least go out one day?" Then he blushed madly and hid his face in the strict boy's jacket.

This was not how the German had planned things to go, but he admired the Icelander's courage and it wasn't like he had anything against the poor boy.

"Okay," he said awkwardly, not really sure how things like this worked. "Why not?"

"Really?" The violet-eyed boy looked up, cheeks still flushed. "Really?"

"Really." The blond smiled and as the other smiled back, Ludwig felt his heart skip a bit. Maybe love wasn't such a bad thing.

Apologize for the OOCness *gets hit by puffin* but I hope you people enjoyed it^^ Next chapter will be Belarus and Latvia, please stay tuned^^