Woah! You guys! You actualy like my story! I'm so godd you do. Here is a little plot twist. Review! Oh, and I have decided who Francine's lover will be! I don't think I will tell you guys just yet though, but, just cuz, a cookie to whoever guesses from my dicription!

Oh, one more thing. I don't own hetalia. Sorry about that

EDIT: after receving several reviews telling me to ad lines, i decided to come back and do that, sorry about that, but i was using the whole ipod thing, and its kinnda hard to do line breaks in those.

I remember the day I first met Arthur. It was a sunny day outside, and, of course, the first day of school. He was in my first hour class, and ended up being my seat partner. I believe that he is Francine's cousin or something. Quickly, I renamed him:

"hey, whatch your name?"

"oh, hello, my name is Arthur. What is your name?"

I smiled. Smiling influences people.

"confidential my dear Artie!"

"Artie?"he had sputtered. Ah, how I had loved that habit of his. "what the heck? And your name isn't confidential. Tell me"

"fine." I had pouted. "My name is Amelia."

He always seemed to get me to do things I didn't want to:

"Amelia! You really should start wearing more wholesome clothes!"

He had actually said wholesome.

"But Artie..."

Actually, scratch that. He had tried to get me to do things. I would always get my way. He was so proper and I was so... Not. Yet, somehow, we ended up as friends. Always getting into arguments, he became a regular part of my day:

"Artie!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"but I wanna!"

"but it's not proper!"

"Ohonhonhon~~ is that sexual tension I hear? Really, you two should just hook up already!"

Francine seemed to think we had a thing for each other. And, I'd have to admit, after a while, I started questioning our friendship. I started to notice how bright his eyes where, how his eyebrows just made his face more complete. His accent. I started to believe that I might like him as more than a friend, he would have been the first. But I never told him. And now I never can.

When I first meet Gilbert, I thought that he would turn out to be a complete and utter jerk. He ended up sitting next to me on the bus, and we slowly got to know each other. One of his obsessions was the word Awesome, another was his pet bird. He freaked out the one time I mentioned peeps. He thought his brother was had a stickup his ass. He was very good friends with Antonio and some how he became friends with Francine. He always sat next to me. Gradually, I started to not care. Then I started to worry when he wasn't on the bus. I started to feel for him. I couldn't tell anyone. That would be suicide. After not liking anyone for so long, only to grow a crush on the boy on my bus, I don't know that they'd understand. However, I wish I had at least told him. At least sneaked a kiss or two with him. Because now it's to late. And hes in a whole other side of life.

It was the first day of school, and when I got to my class room, the only seat left was right next to a new guy. With blonde hair, and blue eyes, he was pretty intimidating. He looked like he had allot of muscles. I sat down in the seat next to him. When he had turned to face me, I had shrunk into my seat a little, fearful of him. He had grimaced and had introduced himself.

"hello. My name is Ludwig. Vhat is your name?"

He had said with a German accent. I had replied with a little squeak and a

"ve~ my name is Felicia."

"Vell, I am pleased to meet you Felicia."

"me too!"

"I believe ve vill be vorking together this year, ja?"

I had nodded.

"Ahh sí!"

To be honest, at first I befriended him in order to make sure he wouldn't hurt me. After a while though, he started to become attractive. He was so strong, and his blushes where really cute. Then the acadint happened, and now I am stuck here regretting that I didn't start likening him for so long.

Ah, that year, I remember their being allot of new boys. It seemed like all my friends fell for one. Oh, they where all in denial. My own love story started years before, and also ended years ago. He had been a small, Asian boy. There's not much else I can say, except that he was taken off this earth years ago. They never knew about it. Maybe I should have told them, instead of making it seem like I dumped him, but I didn't want their pity. Nothing I can do now.

Yeah, so, when I first meet the fucking tomato bastard, it was at school. He decided to sit next to me for some reason. After our first conversation, I had figured out that he liked tomatoes, and that his name was Antonio. After that he seemed to attach himself to me. Then he came up with that godforsaken name for me:

"Lovi~~~~"

"what the hell is a Lovi tomato-bastard?"

God he gets on my nerves. I kinda miss him though. He, now I've got friends on the otherside.