"Welcome to art class," said the teacher, "my name is Elizaveta. I don't like it when people call me Ms. It makes me feel so old." she said with a laugh.

Feliciano slumped in his stool. He twirled the paint brush in his hands a bit, trying his best to listen to her. But how could he?

It was the last hour of the first day of school. Art class, which was Feliciano's favorite class. There were not many students in the class, so it was a good size. Instead of desks, there were stools and aisles. A white, fabric board was placed in front of him, and the other students. Feliciano guessed it was because they were going to paint today.

He slowly looked around the classroom, looking at all the faces. Of course, there were a few that he couldn't see very well, thanks to their board being in front of their faces. But, he'll just get a look at them when the class it over.

"Alright, and those are the class rules." Elizaveta said, which caught Feliciano's attention, "Now, I'm going to call role." she took a clip board from her desk, and started to call out the names in alphabetical order. Feliciano didn't need to listen to this, really. His last name starts with V, so he doesn't need to pay attention.

That is, until she called out a familiar name.

"Monika Beilschmidt?"

"Here."

Feliciano felt his heart stop. He quickly looked around to find who said that. He leaned over to the side to see over his white board, and saw, the one and only, Monika. She was sitting next to the window, facing the front of the room. Her hand was up to signal where she was for Elizaveta, then put it down to her lap. Feliciano was now excited. He couldn't believe that she was in his class. He took another look around. No Gilbert.

This class could be his chance to talk to her. There was no scary older brother to hold him back, this time. By the end of this week, he will at least have Monika as a friend.

"Francis Bonnefoy?"

"Here."

The world felt like it had just ended.

Slowly, Feliciano turned his head to the boy, hoping that it was a different Francis. Praying that it was someone else. But, to his dismay, there he was. The breaded, blonde, Frenchmen.

This is where Feliciano's plan to get Monika reached an end.

Feliciano let out a groan, and collapsed on his bed. His school bag fell to the ground, and his face on to his pillow. Today was not a good day.

How did he not notice Francis being in that same classroom? Francis, the best friend of Gilbert. Francis, the person who could tell Gilbert if Feliciano ever made a move on his little sister. What was he supposed to do now? He really liked her, something about her just really wants him to get closer. He doesn't know what. It could be her soft looking hair. Or her deep, blue eyes. Or her long legs. Or her thin nose. Or her narrow face...

But now, he can't even look at her. Great. The only class they have together without Gilbert, and Francis is in it. Just fantastic. Just...

He let out a sigh. He wanted Monika to at least notice him. But what good would it do, if that brother of hers beats the stuffing out of him? The only thing that would go through Monika's mind is she witnessed that, is weak. Feliciano didn't want to be known as weak. He doesn't want to be known as anything negative. Not by her, not by anyone.

He had to think of a plan, a new one. Maybe he could...

Feliciano didn't finish that thought, as he fell asleep.

The Italian man was, surprisingly, not so excited for school the second day.

The first day of school is always laugh and games, but the second day is when things get serious. Clubs open up, secret relationships, homework. All that good stuff.

Feliciano yawned as he dragged his way to first period. Entering the room, he saw that the teacher wasn't here yet, so he made his way to his seat, and laid his hand on the desk. He was about to caught a few more minutes of sleep, when a hand suddenly slapped his back, and he jumped up, "Surprised?" said a raspy voice.

Feliciano looked over to see Gilbert, the very man he feared, and smiled, "Who wouldn't be?" he asked.

Gilbert let out a laugh, "How was your first day of school, kid? Meet any nice women?"

Monika came to mind for the first time that day. Feliciano gulped, and his eyes darted, "Uh, n-no...?" he said slowly.

The other male raised an eyebrow, "I could hook you up if you want." he said, "I know a couple of women who are dying to get with me," he smirked, "I think they would settle for you."

Well, that stung. But, he knows Gilbert was only kidding, so he pushed out a laugh. The bell rang, and the teacher walked in with an immediate lesson. Feliciano tried his best to stay awake during it.

Well, the next three hours were uneventful. It was now his fourth hour, and his least favorite one at that. History.

What was worse about it, this was American History. He doesn't know anything about the United States, so he was almost positive he is going to fail this class. He was never good at remembering the dates and time.

The teacher called out the names, then class begun, "As for your first grade of the year," said the teacher, "I am going to pair you all up in twos. You and your partner will write an essay, and make a timeline of any period you choose. But, one rule is, it has to involve the United States." he reached into a box, "this box has everyone in this class' name in it. When I call out your name, stand up and stand next to your partner."

The name calling began. Feliciano remand seated, watching many others stand. Some were gagging at their partners, others didn't seem to mind who they were paired with. What with a shrug, or a smile.

Finally, Feliciano's name was called. He stood up. The girls who were left without a partner all crossed their fingers, hoping to get paired with him. He could only smile at the flattery.

"Kiku Honda." the teacher said. Kiku Honda? Who was that?

His questioned was answered when a short, raven haired man stood. He was short, and thin. He looked very serious, so Feliciano doesn't know how to communicate with him. But, he does look a little familiar. Maybe when he gets a closer look, he'll recognize him.

Kiku made his way over to Feliciano. They were sent outside to the hall to discuss what they were going to do. Feliciano was the first to speak, "Ve, ciao!" he said, waving, "I am Feliciano Vargas!" he stuck out a hand for him to shake, a smile on his face.

Kiku stared at Feliciano for a while, which caused him a little discomfort, then went for his hand, "Kon'nichiwa. I am Honda Kiku." he said back, shaking his hand slowly then withdrawing it, "it is nice to be partnered up with you, Feliciano-san. I was hoping to, actually."

Feliciano took back his hand. He tilted his head to the side, confused for two reasons. One, being Kiku's accent, and two, he was hoping to be paired with him? "Ve~?" he asked.

Kiku just shook his head, "It's nothing." he said, "let us start our project."