AN- Hello. Hola. Ciao. Bonjour. Guten Tag. Konnichiwa. MuseLover here. ^-^

So here's another chapter. Well I'm gonna try to finish and post this as soon as possible. I have a feeling this chapter might be a little longer than the others. What's there to say about this chapter? Hm, well... More new characters introduced! :D Isn't that always exciting. Oh yeah, I have questions. Am I getting the characters right? I mean like, are they in character? I don't want to write and have Romano totally out of character. Get what I mean? So yeah, tell me if I should change anything.

I don't own Hetalia or anything related to it, except this book I bought online and a few buttons.

~Enjoy and read on~

Chapter 4-

Infine, il pranzo!
I have been starving all morning. Nonno rushed us out of the house, so I did not get to finish my breakfast. Not to mention all the running from P.E. brings up an appetite.

Entering the cafeteria, I let out a groan thanks to the scene before me.
The cafeteria is literally what you see in the movies. Tables full of people in each separate groups, everyone trying to avoid one another. And if people aren't avoiding each other then they are bullying one another.

No way am I getting near any of these fucking idiots. I'll probably just end up sitting alone, as usual.

For lunch they're serving... pizza.
Typical.

It doesn't look bad, there's cheese, pepperoni and a nice, fluffy crust. But believe me, this pizza is nothing compared to the Italian styled pizza. The pizza in Italy is just so amazing and delicious, I don't have the time to explain it. But enough about food, let's get on with the real problem.

Finding somewhere to sit. As I stated before, every damn table is full! Seriously, why isn't there at least one free table!?
Oh wait... Look, there's actually an empty table.

There's just one kid sitting there, alone.

Oh hey wait, how long has that kid been sitting there?

The boy has blonde, wavy hair that stops just above his ears, and literally on his hairline there is a weird, curly ahoge. His dark blue eyes, which are protected by oval/rectangular, clear glasses remain glued to the tray of food before him. The guy seems decent and by decent I mean normal. Trust me, this school is full of weirdos!

So now I am stuck between, going up to the guy and asking to join him, or eat lunch in the bathroom.

I'm Lovino Vargas, I do whatever I want! And I do not care if I sound like a brat because maybe I just am. I should go up to the kid, sit down and eat my lunch. And if I feel like it then perhaps I'll tell the kid to fuck off. Yeah, sounds good to me.

No, I can't.

I can't kick him out of his own table. It's mean and... and he's alone!
No one deserves to sit by themselves! Everyone should be surrounded by friends and laughter! Everyone in this fucking school thinks they're too fucking good for anyone else. Ha, my ass!

I storm my way towards the table, ignoring the stares around me. As I am just about a step away from the table I suddenly feel, shy. Ugh! I'm not a shy person so this is odd for me.

Taking a deep breath, I step closer and begin. "Hey um... Can I..." God this is awkward. "Can I sit here?" I don't ask, I do. So yes, asking this kid to sit with him is unusual for me.

The blonde hair boy takes his eyes off his lunch and blinks once. He smiles and nods real enthusiastically. I take a seat on the bench, praying that he is normal.

"Uh... Um, w-what's your n-name?" He asks through a stutter of words.

"Lovino Vargas." I reply. "And yes, the principal is my grandfather." I answer before he can question because I see his mouth open.
Once he realizes what I said, the boy simply nods his head.

"I'm Matthew Williams, but you can call me Matt."

"Okay then." I avoid the look in his lonely eyes. "Why are you sitting by yourself?" That's when I focus my attention on Matthew and quickly regret my decision.

Matthew's blue eyes are full of hurt, tears, and loneliness. They seem familiar. They remind me of my own eyes...

"No one really notices me," he smiles which is fake. "I'm used to it so I don't mind sitting alone."

"Oh... Well can I sit with you from now on?" I don't care about being a loner, but Matthew... Matthew doesn't deserve to be sitting alone, he seems like a nice kid.

"Sure." He beams and I nod my head.

~Ve

We eat our lunch in silence and let me tell you, it is killing me. I don't know how to start a conversation so I stayed quiet. Plus, I might scare this kid away if I utter a single cuss word.

"So," he whispers. "H-how did you get in th-this school?"

And that's the question I've been waiting for all day. The answer I have makes everyone cringe with hatred.

"Look, there's probably been rumors flying around about me." Everywhere I go there's snide comments that are all meant for me. "You know like, "Oh the Vargas kid is special." or like, "I wish I got special treatment for being a lazy grandson." Well they're not true!" I cannot help, but let my voice rise in tone. "Yes the principal is my grandfather and yes because of him my brother and I got into this school for free but...!"

I am now attracting attention to myself. I can feel eyes burn on my back and I see the look Matthew has on his face. "I'm not like my younger brothers and just entering because I can! No way! I worked my ass off which got me good grades! Which is why I have Honor classes, which is why I'm accepted into this school, and which is why I'm not some freeloader!"

Matthew Williams sits in his seat, staring at me. He hasn't ran away and he isn't crying. He's a brave one, good for him.

"That must be nice." Matthew chuckles and I have to say, it caught me off guard. "Knowing you're accepted into this school because of something good."

He's actually right. Feliciano, I don't know how he feels about being in this school but I feel a bit proud. I'm here because of the knowledge I have, my high scores. And that makes me feel better about being here.

"I... I should warn y-you though."

"Hm?" I meet Matthew's eyes once more. "About what?"

He takes a deep breath. "Everyone. Who came from where, why they're here, who's going out with who. Things like that. It's important."

'Must be a big deal if he needs to tell me.' I think to myself. So I simply nod to let Matthew know that he can tell me.

His left index finger points towards a table and my eyes follow. "Those f-five are c-called 'The Nordics.' Mathias Køhler, he's from Denmark. He got accepted in this school because of money and sports. Mathias is the baseball team's captain." Matthew is now pointing towards a boy who is laughing really loud. He seems to be telling a joke and is the only one who actually gets it.

"Tino Väinämöinen, from Finland and here because of his grades." The Finnish boy was the only other one who was laughing, but it wasn't as loud.

"Those two b-boys r-right there are step br-brothers." Matthew gestures to two boys who are sitting beside each other with pale, silver hair. "Lukas Bondevik, the older brother and from Norway. Emil Steilsson, who's from Iceland. They are both here due to their intelligence."

So many kids in this damn school, it's amazing.

"The big s-scary guy next to Tino is Berwald Oxenstierna. From S-Sweden and here because of money." Matthew takes another deep breath. "Everyone believes Berwald and Tino are going out, but Tino begs to differ."

The Nordics, strange group name, but whatever.

Matthew continues on, "And those three kids over there are c-called-"

"Like hey you two!"

Who the fuck is shouting in my ear?! I look up to see a boy and girl.

"Having a great first day of school!?"

"Feliks, you can't interrupt people's conversations." A boy with mousy, brown hair whispers. "Sorry..."

"Oh it's alright." Matthew smiles at the brown haired boy.

I examine the girl who stands beside the boy. She has blonde hair that is cut below her chin and bright green eyes. No offense, but she wasn't the prettiest girl I've seen.

"Anyways here you two go," the girl hands Matthew and I lavender envelopes. "Those are invitations to the school's Homecoming Dance. Information is inside and all the details. I hope like, you totally go!"

The girl grabs the boy's hand and drags him away to another table.

"Who the fuck were they?" I mutter, keeping my eyes on the pair.

"Oh well, the one with brown hair is Toris Laurinaitis. He's from Lithuania and he got a scholarship for his good grades."

Toris' blue eyes are wide with fear and yet, they have a hint of happiness. Maybe he didn't mind following the girl around.

"And the other boy who's from Poland is, Feliks Lukasiewiez."

I choke.
I choke on my saliva (is that even possible?)! And let me tell you, it is not a small choke, no. The more I choke, the more I can feel my face growing red.

"Here drink some!" Panicked, Matthew shoves a water bottle into my hands.

I drink the whole bottle and it does help, the coughing stops. Oh wow, my vision became a bit blurry.

"You okay? Th-That was scary!"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just..." I shake my head and cannot help, but cough one more time. "Did you say that Feliks is a boy!?"

"Uh yes," Matt replies. "Didn't you... Mm, never mind I understand now."

"Honestly who wouldn't be surprised!?" Matthew's eyes follow Feliks prance around the cafeteria. "The long, girly hairstyle, his eyes look so girlish, and his outfit! Wait a minute!"

My two eyes cannot look away from Feliks and I almost gag. "Is he...? Look at him! He's wearing the girl's uniform for crying out loud!"

Feliks wears the feminine, white button-up blouse with the plaid, red skirt jumper just above his knees and long white stockings along with black flats.

"He's a cross dresser... Isn't that against the school code or something?"

Matthew shrugs his shoulders. "Not when you have money. An-And that's what Feliks has..."

What kind of school is Nonno running here?

- Short Time Skip-

Okay so what I learned today is that many kids received scholarships to this school and that Liechtenstein is an actual country. Huh, you do learn at school after all.

"And last table," Matt sighs. "The Bad Touch Trio. A.K.A. Francis, Gilbert, and An-"

"And Antonio. Yeah, I met them already." My teeth clench together.

"Y-You have? Oh, that must of been f-fun."

Is he being sarcastic?

"Francis is from France, obviously and he's my cousin."

Thank God I wasn't drinking milk again because here's what I blurt out, "No. Fucking. Way!"

A small blush spreads across Matthew's face. "Y-Yeah I know, big shocker."

"Are you kidding me? He's such a creep!"

"I know, but I've learn to ignore his ways." Matthew bites his lower lip. "Well Francis is not only here because of money. He's very creative when it comes to fashion and y-yeah, he designed these uniforms."

Is he serious!? Well fuck him and his stupid taste in fashion!

"Gross," I mutter. "It's disgusting now."

"Gilbert, money and wrestling."

"Wrestling!?" Gilbert, the skinny ass albino in wrestling!? No way!

"Yep, he he's the captain and he won the f-finals last year." Matthew lowers his voice. "Gilbert is... He's amazing."

My ears twitch at those two last words. I mean, did Matt really say that? I now see the embarrassment look flood Matthew's face so I stay quiet.

"And Antonio?" Throwing a glare towards the Bad Touch Trio's table, I focus on Antonio.

"Spanish, from like Spain-Spanish. He got accepted in this school because of money, soccer, and intelligence."

"First of all, it's called futbol not soccer!" My voice becomes low and deep. "And second of all, what!? Intelligence? That idiot cannot be smart, he's stupid!"

Smart my ass, I don't believe this.

"B-But he is! He may act childish and d-dumb, but he... he's actually smart."

"Tch whatever." Pointing with my thumb at another boy I ask Matthew, "And the other guy?"

He detects the boy and places a finger on his chin. "That's Ludwig Beilschmidt, he's from Germany and Gilbert's younger brother."

Here we go again. "Brothers!?"

Okay so this is how it goes. Gilbert: platnium, spiky hair and red eyes. Ludwig: blonde, slicked back hair with blue eyes. The older brother Gilbert: thin, average height, and pretty fit. Ludwig the younger brother: tall as hell even though he's sitting down and buff as hell!

How is Gilbert older? Beats me.

"Ludwig is nothing like Gilbert," Matthew continues. "Ludwig is very smart and cares about school. He's quiet most of the time around people. Polite, has an O.C.D. when it comes to cleaning, and hm what else?"

"So what you're saying is that Ludwig has nothing in common with that dumb ass?"

Matt blushes. Wow, he sure must like Gilbert if mentioning his name earns a blush.

"Actually, they both love wurst and beer."

I snort, "Please. We aren't old enough to drink beer."

Matthew shrugs.

AN- I'm only 14, so yeah I can't drink. But sometimes my brother lets me have sips of Vodka ^-^ That is some strong drink o^o

So, happy hoildays people! Hope everyone is having a great vacation. I finally have no homework and therefore got to complete this chapter. So tell me what you think about it :) Am I doing okay? I want to hear your opinions but no flaming please. I can't think of anything else to say...

Translations-

Infine, il pranzo!- Finally, lunch! (Italian)

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