Well I'm a day late, at least a buck short! Twenty points to slytherin if you can tell me what song that is WITHOUT googling it! Yes i am a Harry Potter geek… got a problem with it? Raises eyebrow all cool like cause I can actually do that in real life and it pisses my friends off ;) Anyways, yeah prom was fun, went to see the Avengers right afterwards at our local movie theater and everyone was like o.O haha it was great.

In other news, you know how breaking a shoelace is bad luck? Well I believe the same goes for headphones. Why does this matter you ask? Cause mine broke today that's why! So when Whitney Houston's beautiful voice went all like crershhhhhhhhhhh! And not beautiful Whitney Houston-y I was all Mein Gott! Right there on the bus! And all the little kiddies are just like o.O … yeah I'm the oldest one on my school bus… wanna make something of it? anywho, I knew I had to watch my back after that man! So then Hungary and I wanna go up to our new apartment we're moving into next week and we didn't have a key so I was like "oh I'll just walk across those roof-tops and climb over the back fence to the back porch with the sliding glass doors that are never locked" cause its like -^_^- (those are the roof peaks and the big gap I coulda fallen to my death in and then the fence by the way) well I actually survive all of it and the damn door was locked… and then it started to rain… fml.

So enough about my life, how about something you actually care about like the story! I would just like to let it be known that this story will probably be upped to M at some point. I'm not sayin its gonna be anytime soon… hell its not even a guarantee, just a heads up that that is the direction I wish the story to go in…. someday far, far away from here.

A time and place that exists with more reviews!

P.S. Roddy next time i swear i'll run this by you at a time of night/day that isn't ungodly and you don't have an AP test the next morning kay? Jeg elsker deg!

I own Hetalia not.

Chapitre trois

~Francis Bonnefoy~

"I'm telling you this is serious!" two sets of eyes, one a glorious emerald, the other dangerous ruby, stared at me across the table at which we were having breakfast. The cafeteria was buzzing with late risers and long overdue reunions, and quite honestly it was almost enough to give one a headache at this time of morning.

"Francis… she's a sophomore."

"Oh don't put it lightly like that Toni! Jesus Francis the kid is fifteen!" Gilbert said smacking his hand down on the table hard making the half-asleep Antonio flinch.

"She's sixteen!... I think…" I could not help that I had fallen in l'amour with someone so young, but it was simply nature! One cannot choose who one falls in love with and when I met Rachel the beauty from Seychelles I knew I simply had to have her.

"Francis you don't even know her." Antonio yawned.

"I do too! I know that she has the sweetest voice ever uttered; so beautiful it could be mistaken for the voice of an angel! Her eyes are like the richest of French chocolates, and her hair like the glorious mane of a Selle Français! I know that she's brand new here and that she was comforted by the fact that there was someone here that could speak with her in her natural tongue, and I know l'amour when I see it and this is l'amour!" my two best friends only looked at each other and then back to me as if I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had… Rachel really hadn't been as receptive of me as I'd hoped when I saw her this morning trying to find something suitable to eat amongst the American garbage… maybe they were right and I should back off…

I wasn't scary was I? No, of course not, I was lovely. Any person, woman or man should be honored that I would have such an interest in them, especially one a young as Rachel! She'd been with one of her little friends, standing in line to get an omelet and I'd decided that I should approach her. It only made perfect sense, as I hadn't been able to get her off my mind in the three days it'd been since orientation. But as soon I said "Bonjour Rachel!" she just gaped at me, said something to her friend I didn't quite catch and took off. I'd been rejected.

I, the great Francis Bonnefoy, had been rejected by a sophomore.

It was laughable really. If I didn't feel like my heart was being shredded into a million tiny pieces I probably would laugh. Honestly how did Antonio put up with this? Every time he tried to so much as speak to that brat Lovino Vargas he was scorned, and yet every time he bounced up just as gleeful as ever and returned for more.

I chanced a glance at the overly tanned man sitting across from me. He'd elected for the short-sleeved button up with the tan sweater vest today and his tie was crooked, something Gilbert was currently attempting to fix as the Spaniard jerked every so often when his head lolled forward in sleep. An all too familiar scene with a not so familiar feeling, and I hated it.

~Hetalia~

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

I still couldn't understand how the board even let Francis Bonnefoy of all people help with orientation. I just didn't get it, I know that I could be slow but I feel that this was something even Gilbert's little brother wouldn't understand, and that kid was a genius. I studied this Rachel girl as she sat with some girls from the lower classes across the cafeteria. I didn't really get what was so special about her. Yes, she was very beautiful, but not very mature. And angles, French chocolate (Belgian was better anyway), and a Selle Français (something I have never even heard of before!) added on to of that childish beauty? I didn't really think so. And besides, I'd seen her reaction when Francis tried to talk to her… she wasn't interested.

"And for the record Antonio your love isn't any better!" he flipped that blond hair of his over his shoulder and I gave Gilbert a look. Now Francis was just being an ass.

"Lovino and I are a year and five months, you and Rachel are what? Two years and…" I struggled to get my tired brain in motion to count the months.

"Eight months." Gilbert kindly filled in sipping on his coffee.

"Sí, sí, eight months. That's almost a three years difference amigo." Francis looked as if he hadn't thought that one through and I admittedly took satisfaction that for once was the voice of reason in our situation.

"Dude that's like going after Vash's little sister!" Gilbert whispered harshly and the three of us turned to where Lilli was sitting next to her beloved big brother as he talked something over with Roderich.

"Yes well… Rachel does not have an older brother who will come after me… at least I don't think so." I rolled my eyes as Gilbert heaved a great sigh.

"I repeat: you don't know a thing about her!"

"Who doesn't he know anything about?" I looked up at the sing-songy voice I knew all too well.

"Francis's new love." Gilbert looked exhausted but happy as Elizabeta leaned down and kissed his cheek sitting neatly on his other side, a complete vision in her pink uniform and brown waves that reached all the way to her elbows.

"Oh dear lord Francis you have to stop with this!" she took his hands in hers. "Its not healthy kedvesem." Her green eyes glinted with a hint of amusement. I'd always enjoyed Liza's company, even if her and Gilbert's relationship was possibly the strangest I'd ever seen. They'd dated in ninth grade but just randomly broke up one day without any tears or hatred towards each other and have been best friends ever since. Strange yet endearing.

"Liza you just don't understand! I am from the country of l'amour! We're never without love!" I think I heard her mumble something about none of the other French representatives being perverted nut-jobs but I couldn't be sure.

"By the way, are you boys being nice to Roderich?" Elizabeta asked stealing one of Gilbert's breakfast potatoes much to his dismay.

"Us? Be anything but nice to Roddy? You're out of your mind woman." Gilbert scoffed and caught her wrist as she tried for another potato. I smiled behind my fork at them. Really all Roderich did was ignore us while he read his books or whatever, he'd been in the library with Vash or whatever most of last evening anyways. Yeah I'm sure one of these days Gilbert would get bored and the games would begin, but until that time Liza's stuck up aristocratic boyfriend was safe.

I just happened to look over at the still pouting Francis to see him walk into the cafeteria with the usual scowl on his perfect lips. "Hey I'll see you guys first hour!" I said excitedly as I slid my chair back and took off.

"I give you one minute mon ami!" I merely beamed as I approached the tan figure I'd come to adore the past three years.

"Lovi!" amber eyes met mine and widened comically before they narrowed again.

"Cazzo! B-bastardo don't bother me this early in the morning!"

"Ve~ Fratello be nice to Antonio! You haven't seen him since the summer after all!" Feli bounced his way to my side and wrapped his arms around me as Lovino reddened… whether in embarrassment or anger it was hard to tell.

"Yeah Lovi that was a very long time not to see each other was it not?"

"Ve~ Toni! Have you seen Luddy or Kiku? I woke up and they were gone!" Feliciano whined as he tugged on my shirt.

"Idiota! You know they both get up and eat early." Lovino huffed and crossed his arms. "Besides wasn't that Korean kid still there? Why didn't you just bother him?" I actually laughed out loud at this.

"Wait, they actually put Im Yong Soo in a room with you, Ludwig, and Kiku?" Feli's smile disappeared and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well maybe Ludwig's in the gym or something?" I offered trying to bring back his cheerful mood.

"Oh yeah! Ludwig did say something about training…" I patted his head affectionately silently congratulating myself at succeeding.

"And Lovi be nice to your brother, you know he can't help it." shinning moment ruined. In an instant Lovino had slapped me and was storming off. I could hear Francis trying to stifle his laughter from the table while Liza and Gilbert whispered harshly.

"Ve~ fratello! Wait up!" Feliciano sent me an apologetic look as he ran off after the elder twin. Lovino had never ever hit me before. Not once in all the years I'd known him. I felt as if I would cry. Right there in the cafeteria in front of everyone.

"Ohonhonhonhon mon ami I'm sure one day your little Italian will come around. Just like my little Rachel." His arm wrapped around my shoulders in a somewhat comforting way.

"Mein gott don't call her your 'little Rachel'! That's just… no. For the love of gott bitte nicht!"

~Hetalia~

Alfred F. Jones

This school rocked. I mean what more could these kids want than to come to America, right outside of our nation's capital, and live! America was so cool. We'll save the world one day. I mean, just look at Iraq and Afghanistan, look at all the good we've done! Spreading democracy and stuff everywhere, just 'cause we're great like that. And now we've opened our doors to hundreds of young people from around the world to teach them the American way.

So school should be awesome right?

Wrong.

First, He's in my room. Okay I can deal with that, just spend as little time there as possible. I've got lots of friends, lot's of places to go, so that's not hard. But then He's in every single fucking one of my classes. Every single one. Was there not God? No justice in this world? I was a good person! Yeah okay I might eat at McDonalds a little too much and the Lord's name might get thrown into everyday conversation… but I was a hero and heroes don't deserve to be constantly haunted by the likes of Arthur Kirkland. He was just so… ugh! No words could possibly describe him. But I could certainly try: arrogant, cocky, a complete asshole, and that accent was just… and when he walked around in those stupid band shirts and jeans in his free time… and those piercings… But there was no way in hell I was harboring secret feelings for that screwed up Brit… nope… Okay, maybe I was. But Jesus what do you want me to do in this situation? I couldn't just go up and confess to him!

Sure, it was a known fact that Arthur was gay. Very out, and very gay, but I wasn't… not even close. And then there was always the fact that he hated me. So I continued to antagonize him because let's face it, having him yelling at me was far better than him ignoring me. That and he was dead sexy when he was angry.

Stupid Arthur and his stupid green eyes with his stupid lovely accent and… just… gah!

"What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" it was then that I realized I was still just standing in the dank locker room with my shirt in my arms completely alone after football practice.

"I um… uh… football…" god I was so lame. Arthur scoffed and my stupid heart skipped a beat.

"That sorry excuse for a sport has no right to be called football." He walked slowly over to the bench I was at and dropped his gym bag not a foot from me. Things were eerily silent as he searched through his bag for things he needed and I my mind for things to say. "Are you just going to stand there shirtless all evening wanker?" he asked as he took his own off. It was one of those god damn band shirts, the Clash or Sex Pistols or whatever, and I couldn't help but stare at the milky skin that was left exposed in it's wake. It didn't help that those ripped jeans of his hung low on those slim hips of his either. I wanted to slam him against those damn lockers and do all sorts of things to him…

"Jones why the fuck are you staring at me?" emeralds flashed dangerously in the florecent lighting and I scrambled for something to say.

"I uh… w-why," I cleared my throat "Why are you here so early?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business." His answer came short and agitated as he went about folding his t-shirt.

I sighed, god this boy exhausted me. "Look Arthur…" agitated he met my eyes. "I-I'm trying here okay? I don't wanna fight anymore dude. Can't we just put last year behind us?" his eyes widened and I thought for two seconds that he might actually call a truce.

"Listen here Jones. Don't you ever think that we can be anything more than enemies. Do you have any idea what happened as a result of last year's scene? Do you?" he took on a predatory look and his voice was dangerously quiet. I was suddenly reminded of the deadly side Arthur possessed that came out in sports and had landed him a couple punches in some of our scuffles. "No I guess you couldn't." here he gave a short disturbing laugh. "My damn brother from Scotland decided that I needed to be taught a lesson right? You see, this is the same damn brother that never even wanted me. Some hard feelings about how she left him for me. Like a child in the womb can control that sort of thing right? Well anyways when dear old mum just decided to disappear off the face of the planet brother dearest decided that I was just fine with my godparents in England, I'd ruined his life after all. So after that fucking call to Scot, oh well I obviously couldn't handle myself anymore. So I spent my summer in Scotland under goddamn lock and key. So no. The past is still very much alive in my mind and nothing is going to change that okay? So just steer clear got it?" but during his rant he had gotten incredibly close, his finger poking my bare chest. My pulse was racing, I couldn't think straight with him this close and my defenses were on red-alert.

"Okay." My voice was surprisingly void of emotion when I finally found the courage to speak. "But just remember that I'm not the one who got this close." Without thinking I leaned down and brushed my lips to his ear. "You were." I left a shocked Arthur in my wake as I threw my shirt over my head, grabbed my bag and booked it out of there, almost slamming a couple of soccer players with the door as they showed up for practice.

You want a war Kirkland? You got one.

~Hetalia~

Mathias Kohler

"Heads up Køhler!" the warning came about a second too late as the ball smashed into my face. The team laughed as I rubbed my sore head kinda chuckling myself. I looked to the stands and sure enough he was laughing… well in his own little way he was.

"Køhler what the hells up with you?"

"He's here." I muttered to the Dutchman by my side.

"Yeah, so?" Adriaan glanced to stands as I turned instead face him.

"So why?"

"Mathias." He groaned and rolled his eyes. As my best friend Adriaan had to put up with this same thing every year, so his boredom and warning tone didn't really surprise me too much.

"Adriaan seriously! I can't figure him out! Every day I was on vacation we hung out! Every day! And yeah okay, it wasn't like it was anything romantic but still!" a whistle blew signaling the end of practice but I didn't budge.

"Mathias he's just leading you on! He finds it fun or something; I can see it in those vacant eyes of his. You're his new favorite toy." Adriaan crossed his arms and kept on staring into the stands almost as if he were challenging Norway.

"They're not vacant! They're like the ocean on a cloudy day, stormy and beautiful." God I was just so full of poetic-ness today! Adriaan just looked at me like I was completely insane.

"So who's that little kid he's got with him lover boy?"

"Who Tino? Oh he's not a little kid, him and Lukas are the same age. Why? Interested?" Adriaan scoffed and whacked me upside the head. "Naw I totally see him getting with Berwald anyways… Oh and he's new." I added for good measure.

"No shit." We started walking in with the rest of the group.

"Well you're so high half the time I'm surprised you recognize me!" he rolled his eyes and pushed me making me tumble into the smaller kid next to me, making him actually laugh out loud while the poor Asian kid just blinked trying to make sense of what happened.

"Sorry Kiku I didn't know you were beside the bumbling idiot." Adriaan chuckled leaning around me to look at the Asian.

"It's okay Adriaan-san." The kid formally known as "Asian" in my mind said smiling slightly.

"Wait! Hey! I'm not bumbling!"

"Adriaan if you don't stop pushing people as captain of this team I will be forced to remove you!" oh here we go.

"Oh as if you Spanish bastard." Adriaan growled.

"What'd you say amigo? I couldn't quite here you."

"Tonio." I heard someone warn from behind.

"I said to mind your own business lul."

"What'd you call me polla?" in an instant Adriaan was turned around and headed straight for Antonio, leaving me to scramble behind trying to stop him from making a bloody mess of our captain. The team just stood in shock trying to figure out just what in the hell was going on while Kiku and I held Adriaan back and Gilbert held Antonio. Swears were being thrown back and forth across the distance that separated the two in all sorts of languages, I'd even caught a few choice Danish words and had to resist the urge to smile… I of course failed miserably. It just wasn't in my nature to frown!

The fact that Gilbert was the only one hanging onto Antonio, and not even that hard for that matter, gave away that Antonio wasn't really in the fighting mood. But hell if Adriaan wasn't.

"Oi!" the sharp British accent cut through the animosity and everyone looked to the railing of the stadium where he stood a few yards away from Feliks, Lukas and Tino. "Stop fighting the lot of you or I'll have to report this! I don't know about you but I have enough homework tonight without having to fill out shit on you!" how was it that it seemed everyone was having the worst first day of school known to man? But just as normal everyone listened to 'ol eyebrows and began to clear out. Adriaan relaxed and took off for the locker room but I just stuck behind watching everyone file past. Gilbert had his arm slung protectively around his best friend's shoulders glaring back at Arthur who glared right back as Antonio just stared into the distance looking miserable as hell. I chanced a glance up to Lukas who sent me a smirk past Feliks, merely returning to his conversation.

~Hetalia~

Lukas Bondevik

"Does this kind of thing happen often here?" Tino was shaken and honestly I couldn't blame him. Earlier the poor kid got right in the middle of a fight between that Turkish kid who wore the mask everywhere and the Greek that slept everywhere. I swear to god those two should just be expelled already because they very obviously can't get along.

"Yeah I guess." I let a smirk slip as I looked past Feliks to Mathias who just was standing there looking up at us like a deer in headlights. I thought back to the fight, I obviously didn't know Antonio very well, but he didn't seem like the type of person to just start fights like that. And I hadn't seen him get angry since well…

"Like what do you expect when you get kids from like everywhere and put the together? Trust me, they can be totes vicious." Feliks crossed his legs and flipped his hair acting like he hadn't a care in the world all while balancing on the railing of the stadium. I will admit that this feat somewhat impressed me, had I tried that I probably would have fallen off backwards and broken my neck.

"By the way, how did you finally get to wear the girls uniform?" he rolled his eyes and I knew we were in for a long drawn out story. It was honestly a mystery how Feliks and I had become friends as we were complete opposites in just about every way possible. While he was loud, obnoxious, and very… feminine… sure we'll just go with that, anyways I was quiet, stoic and… less… feminine. At any rate above all I was definitely not as… clear about my sexuality as Feliks.

"Well you know, dad got all involved and whatnot cause he's like trying to show his support or whatever so like he calls the school you know and like threatens to sue them for everything if I can't be like you know, who I am. So you know how Americans are with being sued so they said whateves I just had to be in a girls room." He shrugged and looked at his fingernails. "Well shit I broke a nail."

I snorted as Tino just started at him in shock. The poor kid still hadn't gotten used to him even after a day of classes. "But you're on boy's football!"

"C'mon Feliks coach is calling!" Arthur shouted from a distance, to which Feliks rolled his eyes again.

"I guess they figure I'll be murdered before I actually get around to raping anyone in that locker room." We all pondered this. "But whateves, I'm over it." he decided jumping gracefully from the railing to the grass below. He ran up to Arthur who gave us a short wave and began to walk away until Feliks yanked him back. "Are we meeting for dinner?" I nodded and they gave thumbs up. I heard something along the lines of racing back to the locker room but decided not to care about their crazy antics any longer.

"You gonna sit with us?" Tino suddenly turned shy again.

"I-if that's okay…?" he had a habit of doing that I discovered. Tino Väinämöinen was the most cheerful kid I'd ever met… well no, I take that back. That title very easily belonged to Feliciano Vargas (trust me having first hour with that kid last year was a complete nightmare!). Anyways, he was very happy and totally sweet, but as soon as it came time for making friends and such he turned incredibly shy.

"Yeah, of course." The sounds of heavy stomping on the metal bleachers med me look up.

"Lukas, Berwald wants to talk to you!" Kristján seemed as bored as usual as he threw a glance towards the field.

I sighed. "Okay Kristján I'll be there in a minute. Where is he?"

"Library." He threw over his shoulder as he exited the stadium.

"Who's Berwald?" Tino asked as we gathered up our stuff.

"My cousin, c'mon or we'll be late for dinner."