AN- So like... Tomorrow is my birthday :o
I am turning 15 years old. Guys, I'm turning so old! I cannot believe this is happening! I'm not ready for this! And I'm still ugly!

Hehehehe okay, sorry for my stupid rant. I just had to let it out.
But back to business, hello my precious readers! :D It is I, the amazing MuseLover! And I am bringing you another chapter of this fabulous Spamano story! I can't believe I am on chapter 6 now. Chapter 6! We've come so far my beauties. Aggh, I'm talking too much ;o Okay sorry, sorry !

I do not own Hetalia even though I wish I did. I only own buttons and an art book.

And now, go read! Read and review and enjoy~

Chapter 6-

I have survived a month.
I have survived a month or perhaps even more at World Academy.

Surprisingly, I've managed at this school and have not gone insane. Believe me, this place is full of weirdos and it's crazy. I'm surprised it has not caught on fire.

Aside from surviving hell, I have noticed that things have changed. And I must say, it has changed for the better. In the beginning of the school year, very few people actually knew who Feliciano and I were. The grandsons of Arsenius Vargas.
It was the teachers who knew we were not just normal students. They saw us as their boss' grandsons and therefore, felt as if they could treat us different. My favorite part about that was when teachers would tell me, "I treat all my students the same."

Bullshit.
I could tell that at times, the adults would be afraid of my brother and I. We may be students, but we somewhat had the power over their jobs. One slip and we can have them fired.

Students on the other hand, were completely the opposite. At first, only a handful knew the truth about my brother and I. They knew exactly who we were and the power we had.
I guess no one can keep their fucking mouths shut because the next thing I know is, everyone and I mean everyone, started to learn who we are.
The students played with us and not in the good way. They all wanted to be our "friends."
And Feliciano believed them, making friends with random students. Stupid brother of mine did not realize they only wanted to be our friends because of the privileges we had. I knew the game they were playing and kept away from them.

Soon enough the word on everyone's tongue was, Vargas.

"I heard they're twins."
"No dude, Lovino is older."

"Don't get on their bad side."
"How come?"
"Didn't you hear? They're the leaders of a mafia gang!"

"Lovino Vargas owns a Ferrari!"

Seriously, the mafia? Where the hell are these idiots getting their information from?! I do happen to like that last rumor though. Wish it was true.

Eventually, Nonno realized the attention we were receiving and figured to put an end to it. I am not too sure what he did or said, but at one point the rumors quieted down. Both teachers and students stopped acting like we were a piece of gold. The school came to a realization of it's own.
Feliciano and Lovino Vargas are not some type of prized possession to be stared at. No. We are regular students, like everyone else.

School will never be normal for me. That has been the first change I've learned to accept.

~Ve

During my lunch period I sit with unusual people.

Ever since that small incident on the first day of school, Gilbert insisted that Matthew sat with them and believe me, Matthew almost passed out when he heard that. Matthew insisted that I accompanied him and I couldn't turn him down. Feliciano wanted to be with Ludwig so he also sat with the Bad Touch Trio.
Good, it meant I could keep an eye on Feliciano around these perverts.

Not too long ago, Feliciano made a new friend and invited him to sit with us. He was a short boy with black, straight hair and brown eyes. Honda Kiku, a Japanese fourteen year old boy who received a scholarship due to his grades.

"His name is Kiku, not Honda!" Feliciano cried out when Matthew accidentally greeted Kiku wrong.

Apparently in Japan people introduce themselves by last then first name. Fucking confusing if you ask me!

Anyways, this year the Bad Touch Trio earned four new lunch members.
Gilbert sits on one end of the table bench, Matthew beside him, Francis next to his cousin and Antonio on the other end. I sit across from Antonio, Feliciano next to me while squishing Ludwig, and Kiku on the other end trying to go unnoticed.

Lunch is the same everyday; Kiku reads his manga, Feliciano explains to Ludwig how to make pasta, Gilbert and Francis argue about which Indian girl is hotter (the senior girl is), Matthew blushes away, and Antonio sitting there laughing like an idiot.

I watch the people around me and realize one thing: I need new friends!

Today Matthew and I finally got the chance to sit by ourselves.

The Bad Touch Trio are locked up in lunch detention, those dumb ass'! Feliciano, Ludwig, and Kiku decided to eat outside because in the words of my brother, "it's a beautiful day!" Beautiful day my ass, it's windy outside and the grass is still wet from the morning fog.

Now here we are, eating lunch in peaceful silence.

"How was hockey practice yesterday?"

Sport season just started in our school and Matthew joined the hockey team. He, and others who received the same scholarship get to join the team without trying out. Anyone else who wants to join and doesn't have that scholarship must try out.

"It was fine," he answers. "The senior from Russia made three goals. Coach loves him..." He sighs while pushing a meatball with his spork.
Matthew is really serious when it comes to hockey, so I guess he feels pretty down knowing someone is just as good as he is. I haven't seen him play, but the way he talks about his matches I know he's an amazing player.

We continue to eat our lunch, "spaghetti", which isn't that bad. Should I join any sports? And if I do, what sport should I try out for? Is being on a team really that important? I wonder if Feliciano is going to try ou-

"'Ello lads, may I join you?"

I look up from my tray and see a blonde kid standing in front of our table with a sheepish smile. How long has he been fucking standing there?

"Oh Arthur, hi." Matthew says as he scoots over a bit. "S-Sure, go ahead!"

The boy Arthur, takes a seat beside Matthew, sets his try down on the table and extends his hand out towards me. "Arthur Kirkland."

My eyes lower to the hand that reached for my own. Does he honestly think I am going to shake his hand? What kind of teenager introduces himself with a handshake? I do not shake his hand and move my eyes back up, looking at the boy before me. And suddenly, my two eyes stare up at his eyebrows.

"I know who you are, you're in my homeroom."

Arthur raises an eyebrow, jeez that thing is huge! He observes me for a moment and then speaks up. "Ms. Rodriguez?" I nod my head. "Ah yes, you are Lovino Vargas. How can I forget the famous Vargas?"

What a sarcastic asshole. Maybe I should teach him not to mess with me. A scowl begins to grow on my face just as I get ready to answer Arthur back.

"Ar-Arthur here is r-really smart!"

My eyes find Matthew, face full of fear. Crap, I forgot he was here.
Arthur on the other hand, appears pleased.

"Marcus, that's a nice thing to say."

"His name is Matthew, you idiot!"

Bushy-brows faces me, blinks once, and faces back to Matthew. "Right, Matthew... Anyways yes, because of my intelligence I was accepted into this school." He grows a smug look on his stupid face.

"I didn't ask."

"Everyone in my family earned a scholarship to this fine academy." And yet he continues. "Every Kirkland in my family is intelligent. My older brother already graduated from here. My other brother will graduate this year, the next year the twins will-"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!"

For a moment Arthur froze, adding up the words I spat. And after what seemed like forever, his face comes to a realization. "I beg your pardon?"

I stand up from the bench, bumping my hips on the edge during the process. "I didn't ask about your family and nor do I care." My fingers clutch the side of the table and I can see my knuckles turning white.

Arthur stands up as well, less dramatically than I did. "Hm, just like your grandfather." His green eyes gleam directly back into my own, all while a small smile curls onto his lips and a, deeper scowl forms onto mine.

This idiot seems to not know how to keep his mouth shut when someone asks him to. I guess I'll have to show him how and believe me, it won't be pretty.

"Arthur! Hey, hey Artie!"

The color on the Britain's face drains away. "Oh no..." Arthur quickly sits back down and tries to hide his face with his hands.

Matthew and I turn to find the owner of the voice. Seeing who it belongs to, I hear Matthew make a squeaking sound. "Alfred." He mutters.

I squint my eyes, trying to see who is making all the commotion. Once the boy comes into view, I realize why Matthew and Arthur both wanted to disappear.
He arrives at our table, sky blue eyes beaming behind his rectangular, clear glasses. As he looks around the table, I see that his blonde, short hair is slicked back with water or sweat and his cowlick is slightly moving.
I know him by three reasons: one) being the obnoxious American who loves to run his mouth all day, two) the student who wears his leather jacket over his uniform instead of his blazer (apparently, his mother paid my grandfather to allow him to wear the jacket as part of the uniform), and three) Matthew's twin brother.

"Arthur! Arthur! Ar- Oh hey Mattie." Alfred sits down on the same bench as me, not caring that he almost sat on top of me. I slide over, practically falling off the seat! Who does he fucking think he is!?

I look over at Matthew, who is offering his brother some spaghetti he has leftover. Arthur on the other hand, has come out from behind his hands and is giving Alfred an angry glare.

"Hey, who are you dude?" The American asks with a laugh once he realizes that I am sitting beside him.

I clench my teeth, "None of your fucking business!"

"Whatever dude!" He answers and begins to dig in his backpack. We all watch him, waiting to see what he is doing. Alfred pulls out something and annoucnes, "Anyone want a burger?"

AN- Yay, we met America and England! :D Doesn't that make you happy!? It makes me happy :)

So yeah, sorry for making this chapter short :c I'm just tired and sleepy e.e But hey, I'll make the next chapter longer.

We all know England's siblings, right? I want to include them in the story at one point, but I don't know when.

To tired to write a long author's note, so I'll just end it here.

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~MuseLover.