I don't own Hetalia, it's characters, or you.
*Ps. In this story you are all students.
*Romano's POV*
I honestly didn't know why I was so interested in that ragazza. (Y/n), wasn't it? She always struck me as the more intelligent type, keeping to herself and always reading a book of some sort. Maybe thats why I wanted to know more? She seemed like she'd be a decent person if you could actually get her to open up, not that I'd ever admit that. It might be a nice change from the idiotas that I'm always surrounded by. She spends more time with the scone bastard than I'd like though. Maybe I'll try and talk to her at school tomorrow, it couldn't hurt right? I doubt I'll actually have the courage to do it.
"Veee~ Fratello the pasta is done" I hear Veneziano call out. "I'm coming idiota!" I respond, not extremely happy to be brought out of my thoughts. Oh well I suppose I'll just have to see what tomorrow brings.
*Timeskip to tomorrow*
*Your POV*
"Ugh, another morning, another boring day" you say to yourself. School isn't exactly my thing, its not that I'm not smart, but rather that I learn next to nothing. The curriculum is far too simple and I don't even have to pay attention to the lesson to ace the classes. "(Y/n) you need to hurry or you'll be late for school!" I hear my mother say, or shout rather. "Yea, yea I know give me a second!". I throw on a Star Wars T-shirt, jeans, and some converse, not like I have anyone I need to impress anyway. The only somewhat friend that I even have is Arthur, and I think he just likes being able to have a decent conversation with someone. I'm fairly introverted, but its not like I mean to be that way.
My father died when I was little, you see and my mom and I aren't all that close. We have a decent relationship, don't get me wrong. It's not like she beats me or yells at me ALL the time, so it could be far worse. Associating myself with others started to become unpleasant, and only brought trouble and drama so I gradually started to become more distant. It didn't really help that my little sister at the seemed to be the favorite child of the family, no matter how much my mother denied it. It doesn't surprise me really, I'm not athletic like my mother, but my sister is. It's only natural that she'd be liked more.
The only person who could possibly understand me died when I was just a kid. I've come to accept the fact that no one will ever truly get me, or why I am the way I am. I'm fine with that though, most people aren't worth the time anyway. I live close to the school, so I simply grab my stuff and walk out the door. People may ask why I continue to be myself if it only means being so lonely. Well, the answer can't be more simple really. "Life is life and death is death. No life lasts forever so make sure it was the one you wanted to live." That is exactly what I plan on doing, no matter the cost.
