"Psst! Roderich! Roderich!"

Roderich let out a soft sigh as the albino behind him whispered his name and poked him repeatedly with the end of his pencil. (Hopefully, it was the eraser end. Gott knows what his mother would do if she saw the pencil marks on the back of his school uniform.) What an idiot… He supposed he ought to silence that dimwit once and for all and thus turned around in his seat to face the grinning "Gilbert of Awesomeness."

"Could you please cut that out? I'm trying to pay attention to the teacher!" Roderich hissed. He tried to keep his voice low so as not to be caught, but it took every ounce of self-control he had to stop from completely screaming at the idiot before him.

"But it's the first day of school. She can't be saying anything that important," Gilbert casually replied. He stretched his arms into the air as if to proclaim exactly how little he cared about the teacher. "What I say is a lot more important because—hey! I'm awesome! No, scratch that, I'm the King of Awesome! That's me, Gilbert Beilshmidt, King of All Things Awesome!"

"Why were you poking me anyway?" The brunette asked in exasperation. It had been bad enough to have him of all people lead him to his first period class, but to be in that class with him? The moment the albino had followed him into the classroom and plopped down in the seat behind him, Roderich had felt as if he was the unluckiest man alive.

"Oh yeah!" Gilbert grinned before digging into his backpack (which he refused to put in his locker all the normal people, the Austrian had noted) and pulling out a ruffled ball of yellow fluff. "Pretty awesome, huh?"

A yellow ball, how interesting, Roderich was about to reply sarcastically but instantly froze when the little "ball" began to wobble back and forth, trembling slightly. Slowly, it began to take on another form as soft feathery wings began to protrude from its body. Soon enough, a small head, adorable black eyes, and a sharp orange beak emerged as well. Before Roderich knew it, there was an adorable little chick ruffling its feathers in his classmate's pale hand.

Roderich would have ordinarily reached out to pet the charming little creature but seeing that he was in a classroom… No! He refused to sink to the Prussian's level!

"Is it allowed to be here?" He instead asked, effortlessly keeping his tone cold and indifferent.

"Hey! 'It' has a name!"

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Gilbird."

Roderich felt like slapping that idiot right then and there. There in his hands was what could be the most adorable little darling in the whole wide world and he had to go and give it such a silly name that sounded far too much like his own. What a narcissist… He couldn't help but think. Something has to be done about this. Why oh why was such a perfect little creature stuck in the hands of such a downright idiot? He'd probably kill it in less than a fortnight!

"You honestly named it Gilbird?" Roderich finally asked. The annoyance in his voice was undetected by the narcissist who instead smiled brighter

"Well ja, I figured a name as awesome as mine should be shared, you know?" He replied. His fingers absentmindedly stroked the bird's feathers who in turn gave several "cheeps!" of contentment.

"That's ridicu—"

"Roderich Edelstein?"

The Austrian's face paled as he turned back around to face the front of the classroom where his teacher stood glaring. When he first entered the room, she had seemed too soft and gentle to be a teacher. The way she smiled and spoke in such a fake sugary way reminded him more of a mother than a teacher. No however, that kind aura was gone and replaced with something quite… well… terrifying! When she spoke his name (growled it really) she had caused the hairs on his neck to stand up and goose bumps to erupt all over his skin.

"Yes?" he asked hesitantly.

"I know you're a new student here and everything, sweetie," She smiled. (How on earth was that overly done sweet and sugary way of talking back?) "But at this highschool, talking during class and bringing in pets is not acceptable. I'll let you off with a warning this time. Next time, please try to follow the guidelines, alright sweetie?"

"I apologize," Roderich replied hastily in his attempt to redeem himself as a good student. "I can assure you that it won't happen again."

"Well I certainly hope so!" The teacher smiled. "Now Mr. Beilshmidt…"

Roderich froze as the teacher's voice became icy and full of malice once more (were all normal teachers this bipolar? Dear gott… This would never have happened in his old school…).

"Yeah?" He asked. Roderich face palmed himself at the other's carefree and relaxed tone. He was in such hot water with the teacher and what he said, with no respect whatsoever he might add, was just… Oh what was the use! It wasn't as if he actually expected the silly albino to gain some decency and give a polite reply.

"Detention!" The teacher smiled before turning back to class and announcing that they were all to write a ten paged essay on how to properly act in a classroom.

~(^-^)~

"What was that for?" Roderich turned around to ask the instant the bell rang.

"What was what for?" Gilbert replied, not even bothering to face the aggravated Austrian. Instead, he busied himself with shoving his textbooks and—was that a sandwich?—into his backpack while the other students brushed past his desk and continued out the door to their next classes.

"I have to do a ten paged essay because of you!" Roderich cried out in frustration. He slammed the palm of his hand down on his desk before picking up his own books. Gott… Did this idiot know anything? Was he so self-obsessed that he failed to notice the impact he had on the rest of the class?

The albino only smirked at his classmate's clearly annoyed facial expression before pinching his cheeks and cooing: "D'aaaaw! Roddy-kins is so cute when he's all pouty wouty! Look at little Roddy-kins! So adorable!"

"Cut it out!" Roderich whined, trying to push the other boy off of him and, in the effort, dropping all of his books onto the floor where they fell with a loud thud! What on earth was wrong with that idiot now? Perhaps that dummkopf was dropped on his head as a child or something… "And stop calling me that!"

"Calling you what, Roddy-kins?" The Prussian continued on, still acting as if he was speaking to an infant. "What oh what did I do to upset poor little Roddy-kins?"

"Don't call me Roddy-kins!" Roderich cried out. He continued to attempt to push the albino idiot off of him but, of course, hopelessly failed at doing so. In fact, if it weren't for the other's sudden decision to let him go, he would have been stuck in that position for hours on end.

"Geez… What's your problem?" Gilbert groaned. "So fussy…"

"If I may remind you, you're the reason why I have to go home and write up a ten paged essay!"

"It's not like you have to do it!"

"If I actually want good grades I do!"

"And you would want good grades why exactly?"

Roderich sighed. Was the Prussian truly this idiotic?

"You know what," He replied after a good moment of silence. "I give up. Forget it."

He bent down to gather his books, tsk-ing at the bent pages that had been caused by the fall. This was all that moron's fault! Roderich found himself thinking as he walked out the door without so much as a glance behind him. If he hadn't found it so highly amusing to pinch his cheeks and treat him like a kindergartener then—oh forget it. I'm probably already late for my next class…

Speaking of which… where exactly is it, again?

~(^-^)~

"Where the hell is he?" A boy with sparkling blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair (that, if you were to ask anyone in the school, would've suited a girl more than a boy… but for some reason, just built on his impeccable looks) sighed.

"It's only been ten minutes," The boy next to him, a Spaniard with tousled brown hair and naïve green eyes that suited his cheerful nature, responded.

"That's just it though…" The first boy muttered, hitting his fist against the brick wall of the fancy shmancy private school in his frustration. "He's usually here before us! He showed up ten minutes early last year! Would you honestly think that he'd show up ten minutes late?"

"Hmmm…" The brunette thought. That was rather odd... "Maybe he's taking a siesta?"

"Antonio! Of course he's not—well bonjour angel cakes!" The blonde suddenly spoke, revealing his full French accent as a girl walked up towards them. Who needed Gilbert when the girls had already begun rolling in? Ha! He'd just get more for himself, now, wouldn't he?

~(^-^)~

Verdammt… Where is that stupid algebra classroom? Roderich turned his attention from the multitude of other classes back to his schedule. Next to Algebra II was the number 213, a number that was supposed to be where his next class was. Unfortunately, he had spent half an hour scouring the school for such a number and failed to come upon one. There was probably a printing error on his schedule or something. Stupid school… Maybe he should have stayed in his old one. It was only the first day here and everything felt like some sort of awful nightmare.

"Lost?"

Roderich looked up from his schedule and felt his heart jump to his mouth when he saw that idiot's mischievous red eyes only a few centimeters away from his own. When had he gotten here? And how had he managed to get so close unnoticed?

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" The Austrian finally asked, turning away from the other boy.

"Being the awesome person I am, I thought I'd help you find your next class instead," He smirked. Before Roderich had time to even think of a response, the Prussian had seized a hold of his wrist. "You are lost, ja?"

"Yes," Roderich admitted. "But I'd much rather have someone else lead me to my next class." He made and attempt to pull out of the other's grip but failed. "Let go!"

"Didn't anyone tell you?" Gilbert smirked, tightening his grip on the Austrian's arm. "There's always some boring assembly on the first day of school during periods two to five that everyone has to go to. There's nobody but me you can ask for help!"

Roderich rolled his eyes at the other boy's grin. Why oh why did he have such unfortunate bad luck? What wrong had he ever done to have to put up with this idiot?

"Fine, take me to wherever the assembly is."

~(^-^)~

"Look Francis there he is! Gilbert!"

The Prussian spun around to see his two friends racing towards him. The Spaniard was the first to make contact, wrapping his arms around him in a huge bear hug. His eyes shone with happiness and joy (When did they ever not? Honestly that kid was far too happy for his own good…) and an enormous smile was plastered onto his cheerful face.

"Que tal, mi amigo?"

"English Antonio. Gott, you've never even been to Spain before!" Gilbert groaned. Another thing that annoyed him about the cheerful idiot was his constant ramblings in Spanish. It wasn't because he didn't understand what the other was saying, (he was actually quite fluent himself after all of their years of hanging out together) but because he found it annoying (an opinion, he had often persuaded himself, that was not in any way influenced from his ban from speaking German in school when he cussed out his oblivious sixth grade teacher).

"Peromolestala señoraPereztanto!" The Spaniard whined before switching to English and whispering in his friend's ear. "She's pretty jealous that I know more Español than her!"

"Is she still trying to get you in detention?" Gilbert asked, an expression of amusement on his face. Just last year, the Spanish teacher had given his friend a week's worth of detentions for speaking Spanish in her Spanish classroom. As if that weren't hilarious enough by itself, Antonio had presented the matter to the principal who let him off the hook before calling the Mrs. Perez into her office and yelling at her so loudly the trio could hear the him as the waited for their bus ride home.

"Nope!" He grinned. "She's actually a lot nicer now… probably scared that if she gives me another detention the principal's going to walk in and fire her—"

"Ahhh Gilbert, mon ami! Where were you?" Another boy with shoulder length blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes approached the two his hand reaching out to high five the Prussian. "You were supposed to ditch second period with us!"

"Ehehehe…" The albino chuckled. "I forgot about that…"

"You what?" Francis asked, his eyes widening in shock with the Spaniard's. "Gilbert Beilshmidt forgetting about ditching school to go to spy on the girls in the private school? C'est impossible! You were the one who started the tradition yourself back when we were freshmen! How could you of all people forget? Unless…"

Here the Frenchman's words trailed off as a mischievous gleam that his friends knew only too well lit up in his eyes.

"Unless you were always spying on one girl in specific and that one girl happened to… oh I don't know… end up in this school?"

Gilbert froze. Had Francis found out his greatest secret or was it just a guess? He couldn't tell precisely what at this moment. He did seem very serious so perhaps… but if he did know the truth, he probably wouldn't get that one crucial detail wrong… That certain detail concerning his—ahem—crush's gender...

"Looks like your secret's out amigo!" Antonio chuckled. "So who's the girl?"

"What the hell are you two idiots blabbering on about this time?" Gilbert asked, trying his best to feign ignorance. "I'm too awesome for falling in love. Love makes people all sappy and gross. Do I look sappy and gross? Do I look like a Francis?"

"Hey!" Francis interjected. "Cut it out before I tell Antonio here who the lucky lady is…"

"You know who it is?" Both Antonio and Gilbert asked at the same time. Gilbert mentally cussed himself out while the Spaniard pestered Francis for more information.

"Is she pretty?"

"Well I'd certainly say she is!"

"Is she in our grade?"

"Ha! I had her in my first period cooking class!"

Gilbert gave a small sigh of relief. So that French idiot honestly didn't know who he had hopelessly fallen in love with… whom he hopelessly had been in love with since the beginning of his awesomeness…

"Alright shoot," Gilbert finally grinned. "Who do you think I, the King of Awesomeness who is far too awesome for falling in love or anything stupid like that, is crushing on?"

"Elizaveta Hedevary," was the immediate reply. "New student who, by some lucky coincidence, happened to transfer from that snotty private highschool we were supposed to sneak into second period today. She looks like your type—tough, strong, fearless… She actually hit this one kid on the head with a frying pan. And besides, she was stationed the entire time by the window staring at nobody other than you!"

"Really?" Gilbert asked, a mixture of wonder and amusement easily detectable in his voice. "I've never heard of anyone named Elizaveta…"

"Long brown hair… Green eyes… About four inches shorter than me..." Francis listed. "You honestly don't know her?"

"No," Gilbert replied easily. Ha! He had gotten all worked up before for nothing. The one he loved would never dare to grow out his hair. His beautiful violet eyes could pwn every other color (even that girl's green ones)! "She's probably just another innocent little chick who got lost in my awesomeness and couldn't take her eyes of me! Kesesese!"

"Oh that's a shame… She's got quite the looks," Francis smirked, his eyes lighting up with their usual pervertedness. "So, you wouldn't bother if I took her then, right?"

"Just remember to use protection."

~(^-^)~

"Roderich!"

The brunette boy had barely turned his attention away from his locker when he felt his "girlfriend's" slender arms wrap around his waist and her lips press gently against his cheek.

"So…" She smiled excitedly. "Wasn't I right about this place? Isn't it great?" The Hungarian girl's green eyes shone brightly with so much enthusiasm that Roderich didn't have the heart to tell her how he really felt. Besides, even if he did tell her about how some idiotic boy had been tormenting him all day she'd go straight to his mother… an event that certainly didn't need to take place today, especially with that verdammt ten paged essay.

"Ja," he replied, forcing a smile onto his face and trying to sound as thrilled as the girl before him. "You were right."

"I could see you from my cooking class," Elizaveta grinned. "It looks like somebody already has a new friend!"

"A new friend?" He asked, brow furrowing. "I don't quite recall that…" Who on earth could she be talking about? He had no chance to meet anybody new today other than…

Him.

But she couldn't possibly think—

"It was first period. He was a bit taller than you… Oh! And he had this really odd—but kind of hot—silvery hair and even weirder red eyes. I swear Roderich, he looked in my direction once and it was so creepy the way they glowed in the sun. It was kinda supernatural if you know what I mean! He also had this yellow bird—was he allowed to have that in class?"

Roderich slammed his locker shut rather loudly, stopping Elizaveta's descriptions of the boy he had grown to hate in only a day. There was no way she could possibly be thinking that he and that stupid, idiotic, narcissist were friends?

"Is something wrong?" She asked. The smile instantly melted away into a small frown of worry. "Was he not your friend?"

"Kesesese!" Came a sudden response from behind the Hungarian causing her to spin around and come face to face with the boy she had only moments before finished describing. "Of course Roddy and I are friends! In fact, we're best friends! Best friend forever, ja Roddy?"

"I knew it!" Elizaveta beamed once more. "My name is Elizaveta Hedevary, and you?"

As his girlfriend and newly made arch-nemesis began a conversation that would seemingly never end, the Austrian silently cursed himself for not stopping either of them before... and for of course not stopping Elizaveta and his mother from enrolling him into this stupid stupid school.

Translation— (This is the only one I think is just impossible to figure out so here it is. If there's anything else you guys need me to translate, just leave a pm/review and I'll make the adjustments.)

Peromolestala señoraPereztanto!-But it annoys Mrs. Perez so much!

Thank you so much for reading and please review~! I spent far too much time on this for you to NOT review!