Hetalia Middle School (Fanfiction

Chapter 1

   Here it is: First hour. Ms.Lambert 's class.
   I went through the doorway to get the morning work we had to do every morning, that was in a shiny black, rectangular basket. Trying to avoid the people that were rushing in the classroom after the third bell ringing, I struggled through them to get to my seat in front of the projecter board beside an empty seat on the right.
     Those assholes...
I Sat down and pulled my homework and planner out of my black Nike backpack and started to write down my planner quickly. Then, I looked up to see Ms.Lambert at the door, letting one of the schools faculty and a kid I've never seen before into the room.
Or so I thought I've never seen him before.
The kid was white, but had a tannish-tint to his skin. He seemed a little taller than 5-foot (my height), he had dark Brown hair and had a curl that was parted to the left. Since our school has dress code he wore a navy sweatshirt and khacky pants with red high tops. He looked like he didn't want to be here, as if he knew what Ms.Lambert was capable of.
"Class, we have a new student! His name is...uh..." the teacher turned to the dark headed kid. "What's your name again?" she laughed a bit, but no-one else seemed to find it funny.
"Lovino...Lovino Vargas." he said in a somewhat gruff voice.
I was shocked. I muttered to myself. "Romano....?"
"Kiera, raise your hand darling" the teacher said in a sickeningly -sweet tone of voice.
I raised my hand in excitement.
Oh my God, Romano is in this class!
"Lovino, you can sit in that empty seat by Kiera. Kiera, will you help him throughout the day?" the teacher asked.
"Yes ma'am!" I said happily. I've never actually been happy in that class. The only time I was is whenever the teacher had a sub.
Romano Sat beside me and huffed. He turned his head to me, revealing narrow brownish-green eyes.
"So-a are you gonna help-a me or what-a?"
I almost fangirled at his voice, but I was trying to make a good impression, and I kept it in. Although I felt the blood rush to my face.
"Y-yeah. Okay...so..." I pulled out my planner. "We are supposed to write down what's on the projecter board. But you can use paper today and we can go to the office and grab a planner for you and..." I gazed off at my friends. Their faces were priceless, and they knew exactly what I was thinking. I slowly looked back at Romano.
"Aaaand? Come on-a woman! Spit it out-a!"
"Okay okay! That's all you have to do! Just write down the planner and do the morning work, and wait for directions." I gave him a sheet of paper and the morning work sheet. "Here you go lovino. If you need help, ask me." I said in a much calmer tone.
Romano took the papers and reached in his backpack for a pencil. He pulled one out and began writing what was on the board.
After about 30 minutes, whilst the teacher was going over slope, I struggled to pay attention. My mind was set through all of these scenarios and questions. I was so bored and couldn't wait till next hour to talk to Roma. I wanted to know so much. But then it hit me:
Does Italy go to this school? Does he know the axis? Or Spain? England? America? Or even Russia?
But then I tossed it aside. I wasn't counting on seeing all of them anyways. They were only just a dream.
If it even was a dream...

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After Ms.Lambert 's class (finally), I packed my things quickly for the next class. I walked out of the classroom into a hallway filled with teens. Then Romano called me over.
"Hey! Wait-a for me!"
I turned my head behind me and avoided bumping into people. I quickly grabbed romano's hand and ran off to see that my Friends were ahead of me. I held Romano's hand tightly so I didn't lose him in the crowd of people.
"Woman! You-a hold my hand to-a tightly!"
"My name is kiera, not woman!"
Romano huffed. He got nudged by all the teens passing the opposite way we were going.
"Watch where you're going you-a jerk bastard! I"m-a new!"" Romano yelled in an angry tone.