Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
A/N: Okay so when the idea of this fic came into mind, I practically stayed up all night planning it. I personally love it. Couple of things before you read:
1)AU. Hetalia International Boarding School.
2)Contains all pairings. Not just what summary says. Franada/AmeCan/FrUk/PruAus/AusHun/PruHun/Gripan/ChinaxRussia/Spamano etc etc etc. There's more. Trust me.
3)Some events in this fic will be inspired by historical events. Just saying.
Now! Commence!
Prologue: Of Dominion and New Beginnings
A tall and extremely impressive gothic structure stood elegantly on 500 acres of lush green and white mountains with a brooding silence and emptiness. The wind echoed through its massive stone hallways bringing news of the cloudy weather swirling above the castle.
The building was empty- it had been for three precious months of summer vacation- and it was eagerly waiting to be filled with liveliness again as the September weather rolled in. The only souls in the school were those of three youths, nuzzled into an archway atop the third floor, overlooking the massive stone courtyard.
Granted, they were an odd sort of trio consisting of a blonde, an albino and a tan skinned boy. Three of them had returned to the school earlier than everyone else. And they were waiting.
Tall, lean and fair-faced, the blonde boy sat with his long, slender fingers clutching a book. His golden locks swayed with the wind and fell into eyes that weren't drinking in the words written on the thin pages. His deep blue orbs were, instead, focused on the courtyard below.
The albino next to him sat relaxingly, stretching his long limbs and yawning while listening intently to the music emanating from his black iPhone. His blazing, crimson eyes stared at the courtyard below.
Sighing and bringing a tomato to his lips, the third boy tried to ignore the rock music pounding through his friend's earphones. His toned muscles flexed as he patiently fixated his hazel gaze on the courtyard below.
They were the French, the German and the Spaniard.
The playboy, the punk, and the jock.
The lover, the fighter and the patient.
The Bad Touch Trio.
In a way, they were the facists of the school- the trio every student and faculty member looked up and listened to.
Napolean. Hitler. Castro.
And they sat against the wind and waited.
A bell tolled in another part of the building. For a second all remained quiet and still, the atmosphere unchanging. Then came the pools of students, spilling out into the elegant stone courtyard. And the trio gazed upon their new subjects, a smile rising to each of their lips as they surveyed their domain, contemplating how this year would turn out to be.
Chapter 1: Of Freshies and Newbies
Matthew searched through the teeming crowd for the only familiar face he knew would be there. The task, however, was seemingly impossible due to the swarm of students around him chattering away. Those who were returning students and knew which way to go weren't making things easier for they had occupied all the vantage points to look for their friends. The rest of the population was composed of clumsy freshman and new transfer students like him and they weren't doing any better.
"Hey Matthew!"
A firm hand clutched Matthew's shoulder, jerking him off balance and practically causing him to fall on top of the American brunette.
"Alfred!" Matthew breathed in relief, glad to have found his friend.
Alfred pushed the dazed boy back onto his feet and straightened his own glasses.
"Boy am I glad to have found you. This place is an ant farm dude!"
The Canadian nodded in agreement and allowed his eyes to swipe a view of the school.
"It kinda looks like Hogwarts," he commented.
Alfred shook his head at the other's naïveté and patted his back. "Whatever makes you feel more comfortable dude."
Matthew ignored his friend's indirect teasing of his liking for the British book series and craned his neck upward, surveying the structure of the school once more. It was then he noticed three lone figures high up in the arches of the building.
"Hey," he started, absently tapping Alfred as he squinted to see well. "Is it just me or are there people sitting up there?"
Alfred narrowed his eyes in the direction Matthew was pointing in. "I dunno man. I thi-"
He was never able to finish his sentence for he was thrown off his feet by two- one very upset and the other dazed- Italian brothers.
"Ve?" the confused one exclaimed and other with the permanent scowl on his face began to yell,
"You idiot! You don't just crash into random people! Even if they are American!"
He then proceeded to violently smack his brother in the head as Alfred leapt to his feet.
"Yo Mario! Luigi! What the hell man? Watch where you're going!"
The brother being smacked immediately brought tears to his eyes as he cowered at the American's feet and sobbed, "I'm sorry! I'm sorryyyyyyyyy! Don't hurt me pleeeease!"
Matthew couldn't help but giggle a bit at his friend's extremely surprised expression and at how the kneeling Italian's brother roughly picked him up by the collar and began to scold him.
"Feliciano you idiota! You don't just kneel at people's feet!"
"Ve! But Lovino!"
"Oh he can kneel all he wants," laughed a cocky Alfred."I really don't mind."
A bell rang in the distance once more, advocating silence in the courtyard.
"Hey Alfred," the Canadian called out. "I think school has started."
He nodded his head towards the portion of the crowd that had begun to empty into the building. Shoulders slumping, the brunette followed him with the two Italians trudging behind. And in the heat of the drama, Matthew's discovery of the three figures had dissipated. Little did they all know that they had all been seen.
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The atmosphere of the dining hall was filled with buzzing first day excitement as Matthew and Alfred wove their way past hordes of people, trying to find a decent place to sit. Once they found a table to themselves, the pair quietly sad down on the polished benches, placing their plates of food gently in front of them. Alfred sat across from Matthew and he groaned as he eyed the different the meal in front of him.
"Are you serious? I thought this was supposed to be like a rich school or something. This is it? This is all the food we get? Dude this is like what I eat for snack time!"
Matthew stared at his friend's plate which was basically heaps of delicious looking chicken legs, salad, a well baked potato and two pieces of chocolate cake. He rolled his minds eyes. Oh yes, that was definitely not enough food.
"I'm sure you can go back for seconds," he replied helpfully while picking up his fork and sticking the lettuce in his salad.
Alfred's response was muffled as he was already stuffing his face.
The Canadian sighed, the weight of the day sliding off his shoulders. The entirety of the day had been spent settling into their dormitories and unpacking their luggage that had been brought to the school ahead of them. An orientation had also taken place for all returning and new students in which the entire student body suffered through a monotonous speech about discipline, learning, guidance and all that other school stuff. Matthew and Alfred had also received their schedules and were told that classes started tomorrow.
"May we join you?" inquired a quiet and almost mystical voice.
Matthew and Alfred both paused in what they were doing and looked up to see an Asian boy, who was about the same age as them, standing next to the American. Behind him was a taller youth with olive skin and shaggy, feathery brown hair. His broad shoulders and toned muscles indicated strength while his relaxed lips implied serenity.
Alfred shrugged. "Sure man, why not."
The Asian gave him a customary short bow and proceeded to take a seat, his friend doing so also.
"I'm Kiku," the smaller boy started. "And he is Heracres (Heracles). We are from Japan and Greece."
Alfred's eyes lit up. "DUDE! I love Japan! Land of Nintendo!"
Kiku's thin eyebrows shot up but he had no other reaction.
Matthew smiled. "I love Greek food."
Heracles shifted his soft eyes up to meet Matthew's and he nodded. "Yes. It is very good."
"I noticed you were juniors rike us," continued Kiku as twirled his fork skillfully, "but I have never seen you at this school before. I assume you must be new here."
Alfred gulped down his food noisily and nodded. "Righto! I'm Alfred by the way. And he's Matthew. And yeah we're transfer students from America and Canada."
Kiku nodded in understanding. "I see. Well I must wercome you properry then. Would you rike to join Heracres and me for some Sake in the dormitories?"
Matthew's eyes widened. "You're allowed to have alcohol in school?"
"Rules are meant to be broken," commented the Greek while keeping his eyes on his food.
"Oh Kiku, I see you are making more friends besides this Greek lug over here. It's about time," spoke an imposing and definitely Asian voice, though the accent greatly differed from Kiku's.
The group of four glanced up at the same time as they confronted another Asian. His silky hair was drawn into a slender ponytail and his skin much more yellow than Kiku's. The sleeves of his shirt hung inches past the tips of his fingers. Not that the boy seemed to mind.
"Oh, Konnichiwa Yao nii-san," greeted Kiku. "Everyone, this is my order brother, Wang Yao."
Matthew and Alfred both muttered their hellos, which Wang effectively ignored as he crossed his arms.
"Are you two Americans twins?" he demanded haughtily.
"O-oh! No we're not related. We just happen to look alike," Matthew clarified, laughing nervously.
Alfred frowned. "Yeah! He's Canadian! I'm the American!"
Wang frowned. "We Chinese really don't see a difference"
The American brunette puffed his cheeks and was about to retort when Matthew cut in.
"You're Chinese? I thought you were Kiku's brother?"
"I was adopted," Kiku stated, going back to calmly eating his food like the Greek next to him.
Matthew nodded. "Ahh I see! No wonder you both speak differently."
Alfred crossed his arms like a child. "Well we Americans don't really see a difference."
Something dark and frightening passed through the intense and fiery gazes of the American and Chinese boys that caused Matthew, Kiku and even Heracles to shudder. Way to make friends Alfred. The murderous stare-eye contest would have continued longer if an even scarier looking boy hadn't stepped in and poked Wang in the cheek.
"Ivan!" Wang exclaimed at the brooding newcomer, an intense blush rising to the Chinaman's cheeks. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Judging by his stature, pale skin, dark aura, name and maliciously innocent looking pout, Matthew and Alfred unanimously concluded this newest entrance was Russian. Their blood froze.
Ivan brushed a lock of pale hair out of his face and pointed to a table behind Matthew.
"Gilbert stole my popsicle," he muttered darkly.
Wang blinked. "Gilbert?"
"Gilbert?" Alfred echoed, confused.
Matthew turned his body around 90 degrees to get a clear view at who the Russian was pointing at. As it turned out, Ivan's cold gaze had been fixated upon a heavily populated table.
Technically, only three boys- a blonde, silverette, and brunette- were actually sitting on the benches. Everyone else hovered around them like moths near a light. Gathering from their statures, it was clear that the three of them were seniors and incredibly popular.
The golden headed one was laughing heartily as the three gorgeous girls that were draped around his shoulders whispered things in his ear, his blue eyes full of passion. Next to him, a tan skinned Spaniard was grinning widely, his dimples showing as he had his fans by having them sit in his lap and feeding him what looked like delicious churros. The third was most likely Gilbert for the albino had an orange popsicle in his mouth and a large mug of beer in his right hand. Unlike the other two, Gilbert was surrounded by guys as he was seemingly uninterested in the other girls flitting around them except for the one black haired one he held by the waist.
"Gilbert," Kiku confirmed and Heracles simply nodded.
"Wh-who are they?" the young Canadian dared to ask, though he already suspected the answer.
Wang huffed. "Francis, Antonio and Gilbert. The Bad Touch Trio. They're seniors too. Unfortunately they act more like kings. Everyone listens to what they say in this school. Even the teachers."
Matthew and Alfred instinctively raised their eyebrows.
"Why the hell would anyone listen to them?" Alfred asked, clearly annoyed that there were superior students in the school.
"Because they will make your social life hell if you don't. You're basically judged by how many times you've been in bed with, drunk with, or fed churros to them," Ivan replied dryly, his voice causing Matthew to jump.
"Wow…." he breathed while still staring at the spectacle.
"The French. The German. The Spaniard," said Wang.
"The playboy. The punk. The jock," added Kiku.
A smirk was curled on the Greek boy's lips.
"More like the whore, the drug addict and the academically challenged."
Kiku struck his friend on the back of his head. "Shhhhh! Don't say that! They might hear you!"
Heracles pouted and returned to scraping the last bits of food off his plate. "But it's true," he whispered to himself.
"Whatever," Alfred huffed, coating his words with his I'm an American so I'm the best sugar. "There's no way I'm giving in to them.
He then proceeded to stuff his face again as he had been ten minutes ago. Kiku returned to eating his food silently along with his Greek pal and Wang became engrossed in trying to cool Ivan's dark aura.
Matthew, however, continued to stare for a couple of more seconds. Any feeling of optimism he had about this school he flushed down the drain. For someone like him, fitting in was hard if it were based off of things like sex, drinking and playing around sensually.
A pair of blue eyes caught his gray and the Canadian blushed furiously when he realized the beautiful French boy's gaze had landed on him. Matthew was quick to turn away, realizing how rude it was to stare. But not before a sly smile had crept on the other boy's lips as he gifted Matthew a wink.
The blush on the younger boy's face deepened as he hid his face and resumed his dinner. This year was going to be a disaster.
He had been seen.
Right so that's that. I would write a really long author's note but I'm not going to. Just review please! :P