Hetalia Academy 2

Feliciano walked quietly behind the taller man who was leading him towards him room. He felt the twinge of uncomfort and awkwardness burn in him. He wanted to talk but he also felt that this man wouldn't appreciate much so his words just ended up burning in his throat.

Eventually, Ludwig had bright the small Italian to a large building, a few stories high, but they only went to the third floor to door number two-hundred. Thank goodness there was an elevator.

"Here," The blonde said roughly, offering Feli the silver key he pulled from his pocket. "This is your room from now on and that is the key. I get a key, as well because, as orders from the head master, I am to check up on you daily until he instructs otherwise." He explained vaguely, not giving reasons why or giving the boy time for questions in-between.

"Also, I will escort you to your classes for the first week to help you learn where they are. As well as lunch and back to your dorm, if needed."

"A-Ah, Th-thank you. I appreciate it." His thick Italian accent was smiling up at the tall man, both the unusual pairing of voices dancing together oddly yet still an peculiar rhythmical sensation to it.

"Ja." The German replied simply and pushed open the door finally. "Well, this is it…"

Feli gawked at the room, mesmerized by it. It was too pretty! The walls were a bright, sky blue and on each wall was painted a warm colored plate of pasta! One noodle swirled around oddly until it reached the other end of the wall on each, too. It made the boy giggle. The bed was a queen, it looked like, and had thrown over it and neatly made up, a yellow quilt with sky-blue pillows to match the wall. A small table sat in the corner with a simple, navy rolling chair. On the table sat his entire thing of school books (which the Italians had been promised to be there when they were) and other random school items. His closet door was painted yellow with a big, silver fork on it as if you would be crushed by it if it was real. Really, it looked like a little child's room than anything, but the Italian seemed to love it endlessly.

"Ve! H-How wonderful! I get this wonderful room? Really!" He rang out happily, still staring around.

"Ja. Your grandfather said you would like something like this, so I tried my best on it over the summer." Ludwig said, his arms crossed as he watched the Italian search the bright, inviting room before the boy shot him a look so sudden it almost startled him.

"Y-You made my room like this? You're amazing, Ludi!" He chimed, running up and pushed the taller man backwards some as he wrapped his tan arms around him in a tight, excited hug.

The sudden embrace startled the German and he ended up pushing the smaller boy away roughly, making him fall onto the tan carpeted floor. A pale pink had covered Ludwig's cheeks though he ignored it, after realizing what he'd done. He stared down at the hurt Italian, not physically much except a sore butt which he was now wailing about, but his feelings.

"F-Feliciano, I-I'm sorry…" The watched the boy waddle on the floor, tears streaming down his tan face. He was begging the German to take pity on him, forgive him and to still be his friend. Ludwig didn't understand the sudden outbursts and knelt down with him to try and comfort him.

He sighed, having enough. "Alright!" He yelled, annoyed, but the wailing stopped and the fright was seen in the Italian boy's eyes. "I'm not gonna hurt you again, I'm sorry, Feliciano, I'm sorry. Now please, stop crying." He told him as sweetly as he could manage with his forming headache and naturally rough voice.

Feliciano stared at the blonde with his large, almond eyes, and nodded slowly. "Y-Yes…okay. I-I'm sorry, I was excited. I really like the room…"

Ludwig couldn't help but smile a little at the helplessness in the boy's eyes and stood up, grabbing his arms and pulling him up with him. "Alright then, here, let's put your clothes away then and I'll show you more of the campus, huh?"  

Italy sniffed a little bit but smiled warmly. "Okay, thanks again."

Germany simply nodded this time and pulled his bag off the ground where he had thrown it when he was pushed and set it on the bed. "Here we go," he said, unzipping the bag.

After a few hours, Ludwig smiled at the smaller boy who was once again his beaming self and was chatting it up to the German who hardly talked now. He ook a glance at the clock, it was about 5:30, time for everyone to head towards the mess hall for dinner.

"Say, you hungry, Feliciano?"

"Hungry? Yes! Ohhh, what's for dinner, Ludi! Is it pasta? I love pasta! Is it?"

"I'm not sure, maybe. Let's go to the cafeteria and see. You should pay attention too, so it'll be easier for you to get their later." He watched the smaller man nod and follow him out of the dorm, locking the door, and heading towards the elevator.

Once they were there, Feliciano stared around. This was a fancy school really! The tables were perfectly clean, shiny, and white with cushioned chairs to sit in. A few people were already in here. He saw two sitting together, one with light brown hair was laughing loudly and had his arm wrapped lovingly around a smaller man with big eyebrows and shaggy, blonde. Across from them was a tall blonde with long hair and a slight hint of hairs on his chin with someone who looked a lot like the guy laughing with the brow guy, but quieter. Then a Chinese man and a man even bigger than Ludwig, that had beige colored hair and odd violet eyes and a scarf.

"Come on, Feliciano." Ludwig motioned him to keep following, pulling him from his stares of curiosity. "You'll meet them later, first let's get your food, alright?"

~~~ Else Where ~~~

"Come now, Lovi, you must like Ludwig a little bit!"

A loud, aggravated huff came from the Italian as the Spaniard had learned of his hate of Germans and had wrapped his arm around the smaller man's shoulders as they walked towards the mess hall.

"Come on! He's a nice guy! A bit rough around the edges but he means well."

"No."

Antonio sighed but kept his signature smile, which, Romano was beginning to get annoyed by. He had called this guy so many things and his hatred (though he really loved the room he'd made him) shined through enough, what could make this guy frown?

"Food time, Lovi!" Spain bellowed, kicking open the cafeteria door, getting stares that only grinned as they saw the cheerful Spaniard.

"Yo, Tonio! That the new kid?" Some guy with long, blonde hair and a perverted look in his eyes asked from his table.

Antonio grinned brighter and tightened his grip around the Italian affectionately. "Sure is! Everybody, this is Lovino Vargas! Oh! And there's his little bro, Feliciano!" He said, pointing at the other Italian that stood with a tray of food beside the tall German. Everyone that was in there looked from the two new boys before hollering out and laughing and yelling joyful welcomes before going back to their businesses.

"Let's get our food, huh, Lovi?" He offered, pulling him towards the food that was being served where his brother and Ludwig were.

"Having fun, Antonio?" Ludwig asked, a small smirk on his lips as he stared down at the older Italian and returned his glares.

"Si! Lovi is adorable! Too cute!" The Spaniard giggled, pinching one of the tan cheeks of Lovino, only to get growled at again like before.

Feliciano laughed, "I'm glad!" He rang happily. "You seem really happy, Antonio! Can we sit next to you two when you get your food?" He asked sweetly, getting a joyful nod from Antonio who pulled Lovino back towards the food again after handing him a try and the other two walked off towards the table where the people Feliciano had noticed before sat. The loud guy and the brow guy, the long haired man, the twin, and the Chinese one and the really tall one.

"Let's wait for your brother, so we don't have to re-introduce anyone, alright?" The Italian nodded in agreement and started eating happily.

When Antonio and Lovino came to the table, Lovino sat beside his brother and Antonio on his other side. "Alright! Time for you guys to meet some pretty awesome people here!" He announced. "First, this is Alfred Jones! And his boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland!" Alfred waved excitedly, wrapping his arm around Arthur again like before, who waved politely at the two new boys.

Lovino, who had been chomping on his food already, started to choke at the word 'boyfriend', though when Antonio hit his back he easily swallowed and sighed. He wasn't expecting those kinds of people to be here. "O-Oh, hello, Alfred and Arthur." He forced out though his throat was still sore. Feliciano gave them both a wave excited enough to match even Alfred's before the names were moved on.

"Then this here is Francis Bonnefoy and his cousin Matthew Williams, Alfred's half-brother. Then Wang Yao, and Ivan Braginski!" He introduced, smiling as they both greeted the boys with a simple "Hello".

"Whoa! You can't forget the awesome me!" A voice was heard, and suddenly a man with snowy, white hair and pale skin was sitting beside the big Russian (At least that's what the two new boys guessed he was because of his accent). "I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, the very awesome! And this is Gilbird!" He told them with a laugh, petting the small bird that sat atop his white head.

"Huh? Wait? Isn't that your last name too, Ludi?" Feliciano asked curiously.

He German sighed and nodded. "Yes, this is my older brother, Gilbert like he's told you."

The table shook as Romano hit it with his fists, "God dammit!"

He cursed, his hands burning from the quick action. He had hit the table out of anger, another German!? Dammit! But, he didn't think about how his hands would feel and banged them on the table anyway.

"A-Ah! Lovi! Are you alright?" Antonio asked, putting a hand on the boy's back and taking his hands to look at them as the Italian kept cursing the pain under his breath.

"Yes, dammit! Let me go!" He growled and the Spanish man let go, patting his back sweetly.

"Alright, Lovi. As long as you're fine!" He rang and laughed.

Gilbert smirked, "I guess our awesomeness was too much for him, huh, Gilbird?"

Eventually the matter was enclosed and Romano sat there quietly while the others, including his own brother, started chatting away.

Gilbert moved away from the Russian, obviously intimidated like Lovino was by the man, and wrapped his arm around Antonio. Lovino stared at the two so close together, Antonio making no move to push the man away at all. Something in his stomach turned and he didn't feel very hungry anymore, so he just pushed the plate away.

When dinner was over, everyone left, including Ludwig leading Feliciano back to his dorm, while Antonio led Lovino after he said his goodbyes to Gilbert since he had already the others.

"So tell me," Antonio started, the two coming up to the door twenty-two, the whole walk being silent. "What's the matter, mi amour? What's bugging you?"

"Nothing." Lovino trudged, pulling out the key he was given but the Spaniard blocked him by leaning on the door frame in front of him. His expression serious, not something Lovino had seen before.

"Tell me. It'll make you feel better."

"You don't need to know, damn Spanish bastard." But actually, he didn't even really know himself, and pushed past the Spaniard and into his room before locking the door behind him.