AN- Another update! :D I'm so sorry for not updating in a Long time! :c It's just that school takes out so much time in my life. But then again, I don't mind. I usually come home late because I stay after school for this club I'm in. Can you guess what club I'm in?
The Anime Club! :D Oh yeah, it's pretty cool. We're planning on making t-shirts ^o^

Okay enough talk. Let's read ! xD

Copyright not intended. I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters in the series.

Chapter 3-

If I must say, English Honors was not such a bad class.
English is one of my favorite subjects, so I had no problem having it as my first period. Luckily, I did not have to share the class with idiots. It may be an honors class, but I found the work to be fairly easy. Mrs. Schnorr, the teacher, did get upset when I mumbled to myself in Italian. She said if I wanted to mumble to myself then I better do it in English.

You cannot blame me, I grew up with Italian as my first language! All the kids here grew up with English as their second language. Except for those obnoxious Americans. Therefore, teachers should not get mad if our tongue slips and our native language blurts out. And trust me, my mother tongue will slip, not on accident though.

Anyways, my next class is Physical Education or as everyone calls it, P.E.
Just thinking about that class sends chills down my spine. It is not the activities that bother me, I am okay with running and all that shit.
The locker room and showers is what I am worried about. Changing in a room full of boys my age is so weird! And then some boys try to compare and see who has a bigger... Never mind, I'm just gonna stop right there.

~Ve

"Welcome! Welcome!" Shouts a tall, bald man that is standing beside the entrance with his arms crossed over his chest. "Boy's locker room down the hall and to the left! Girl's locker room third door on the right!"

As I reach the front doors of the gymnasium, I read the man's purple t-shirt.
In bold, black letters, 'Coach Henderson' is printed which practically means he is the teacher.

"Woah, hey there squirt." Right before I walk through the doors, Coach Henderson places his hand on my shoulder, squeezing a bit.

Why the hell is he touching me!? I shoot him a glare, but it does not seem to bother him. "Look how thin you are!" He roars out a laugh. "Taking P.E. to impress the ladies huh?"

My eyes widen at the comment and my mouth hangs open. I am about to say something, but stop when I hear giggling behind me. Fuck, those are girls! "Excuse me!?"

"Ah, don't worry son! By the end of the first semester you'll be a macho muchacho!" The teacher raises his arm up and flexes, showing off his muscles in the process.

Grinding my teeth together, I shrug off the hand and storm inside towards the locker room.

Stupid ass teacher trying to embarrass me! Who does he think he is!? That man is lucky that I won't go snitching to my grandfather about what he said!

I open the door that leads to the boy's locker room and immediately regret not asking a counselor to change my class.
The room reminds me of a jungle; boys are running around in just their boxers, screaming and shouting like wild animals. Class hasn't started and yet, there's clothes/ towels on the ground and the room already smells like sweat.

Avoiding everyone around me, I sprint towards the back of the room where the lockers are located. After searching for a bit, I find that locker 713 has a sticky note with my name on it, so I peel off the note and crumble it in my hand. I take off my blazer and throw it inside the small, gray container. With that, I open my backpack and pull out a new pair of purple shorts, along with the matching t-shirt Nonno bought me from the bookstore.

Ignoring the boys, I take a deep breath and begin to unbutton my uniform shirt.

"Lovino? Hey Lovino, is that you?!"

Who the fuck is calling me? Was that my imagination or is someone really calling me?
Trying to find the owner of the voice, I suddenly remember the one person who actually knows my name.

"Lovino you have P.E. too?"

My hazel eyes come in contact with emerald green eyes.

Wait a minute... Green eyes?
Since when does Antonio have green eyes?

It then occurs to me that I haven't even looked at Antonio properly. The whole time we had our small conversation in homeroom I didn't even pay attention to him, for my eyes were focused on the desk underneath me.
Taking my eyes off his, I observe Antonio's face.

The first thing I notice is that he is about two or three inches taller than me. Which makes me realize, I have to tilt my head up just a little to meet his face. He has a mop of brown, curly (actually more of a wavy) set of hair on his head and a few locks of hair fall above his eyes. His skin is tanned, almost olive and it appears natural as if he was born that way. Those emerald green eyes of his are shining bright, it must be the lights in the room.

And right when I open my mouth to speak, Antonio chuckles.

"This class will be fun since you're here."

Did he just really say that? Oh god, annoying bastard. " Yeah, whatever." I throw my towel at Antonio and luckily it lands on top of his head. "Don't look at me, I'm gonna change."

Antonio only giggles under the towel.

-Wait One Moment, Lovino Has to Change-

Before he can say anything, I slip off my pants, leaving me only in my boxers. I then pick up my shorts from the bench and slip them on. After slipping the purple t-shirt over my head, I turn my attention back to Antonio. That idiot still has the towel over his head!

"Hey bastard, you can remove the towel now." Shaking his head, Antonio grabs the towel and throws it back at me, which I catch.

He smiles at me and a queasy feeling churns in my stomach. We're in a boy's locker room for crying out loud, do not smile at me!

My lips turn upside down, forming a scowl and I narrow my eyes at him.

The door slams open and there in the doorway, stands two guys.

"I am Francis Bonnefoy, the French lover!"

"I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, the awesomest guy ever!"

"I'm Antonio Carriedo, the tomato eater!"

"And together we are, The Bad Touch Trio!"

Wait... What?
What the fuck just happened? Is that normal here? Is this another introduction we're suppose to do? Cause for the love of God, I am not doing that again!

I turn to my right and see a few guys laughing, clapping their hands.
What's so funny? I do not understand how that is funny.

Okay, after blinking a few times I look back at Antonio, who's chatting with the two guys that just entered.
The guy on Antonio's left is Francis, I think. He has wavy, blonde hair that reaches his shoulders. Blue eyes, no surprise, and a goatee on his chin. How the fuck does he have a goatee at this age!? Go shave that off idiot!

The guy on Antonio's right is... different. Ever seen an Albino person up close?

I think I just did.

Gilbert was it? Yeah, he has platinum blond, spiky hair along with red eyes and a creepy grin! Plus, he's pale as hell! Fucking creepy if you ask me.

The more I stare at them, the more I feel that I know them from somewhere.
It then hits me. Those two are in my homeroom period. They sit right in front of me, they were the ones making fun of that kid's eyebrows.

"Lovino, meet my best friends."

Is this idiota still talking to me? And how come Gilbert is throwing Antonio a perverted look? And why is Antonio waving at me? I'm standing right in front of him! Why is he fucking waving!?

"Oh mon Dieu, n'est-il pas mignon? Bonjour Lovino, je m'appelle Francis."

"The hell asshole? Why are you speaking in French? All I understood was my name and your name!" I growl at the blonde bastard.

"Chill out shrimp, all Francis did was introduce himself." Gilbert chuckles. Yeah right, I'm sure that weirdo said something else.

My eyebrows are scrunched up together and it is starting to hurt. "How the fuck do you know what Frenchie (hey, I like that) said?"

Francis makes a face, probably at the nickname I gave him and Gilbert merely shrugs. "We've been friends with Francis long enough to understand French," Antonio says with that goofy smile of his. "Come on Lovino, we don't want Coach Henderson yelling at us."

Antonio holds the door open for me and I glare at it as if something will pop through the opening.
Nothing.

Stomping my foot on the ground, I begin to head towards the door.

"Il est si fougueux, c'est en fait adorable."

"Man, jetzt weiß ich, warum Antonio mag ihn."

Laughter. Those two are fucking laughing at me! "Bastards! I'll Google translate whatever the two of you just said!"

AN- And I finally finished! :o Geez, this chapter took me forever just to post. High school is scary dude. Teachers keep talking about final exams and I'm just sitting there like, 'O_O' I am totally not ready for this.

But anyhow, I hope you guys like this chapter. :) I'm not too sure about the translations, but I did try my best, so don't get mad or anything like that. Hm, that's all I gotta say for now.

Translations-

Oh mon Dieu, n'est-il pas mignon? Bonjour Lovino, je m'appelle Francis. - Oh my God, isn't he cute? Hello Lovino, my name is Francis. (French)

Il est si fougueux, c'est en fait adorable - He's so feisty, it's actually adorable. (French)

Man, jetzt weiß ich, warum Antonio mag ihn. - Man, now I know why Antonio likes him. (German)

Happy Thanksgiving for those who do celebrate it. ^o^

-MuseLover