~ And So She Dreamed ~ (HETALIA FANFICTION)

~ And So She Dreamed ~ Part Seven!

“B-bloody hell!!” Annabelle shouts, dropping her boy voice by accident.

~ Well I guess it would be best to sum up what just happened. Haaaah… Well! Antonio had a brilliant theory and thought to prove it. Which he is at the moment… ~

Annabelle smacks the Spaniards hands away from her small chest, deep blush on her cheeks. She crosses her arms over her chest, not letting him look. Just because she barely has any breast doesn’t mean she doesn’t have anything at all.

Arthur just stares with wide eyes, gawking at the scene. Antonio grins cheekily, rubbing the back of his neck, “Ah~ So I was correct senorita..!”

Arthur and Annabelle quickly clamp their hands over his mouth, “Keep your mouth shut Antonio..!” Arthur shouts in a hush tone. Antonio grins behind their hands and licks Arthurs that was directly on his mouth.

Arthur quickly pulls away, making Annabelle pull away, “That was uncalled for!” Antonio shrugs and keeps his cheeky grin. “You can’t keep this Spaniard from noticing a beautiful senorita.” He says in a matter of fact tone.

Annabelle looks down, her bangs shadowing over her eyes slightly, “P-please don’t tell anyone,” She whispers quietly. Antonio switches his gaze over to her, “Hm? Why so glum, chicka?” He asks, leaning into her view, her hands on her hips. (By the by, not sure if that is how you spell chicka XD I asked my grandparents and they just looked at me like I was insane. Sooooo)

“I-I... Well, I’m trying to get away,” She says, rubbing her wounded shoulder unconsciously, making her wince slightly. Antonio cocks his head slightly, a curious twinkle in his eye, “What does that mean?” He says, stepping closer and lifting her chin with his index finger slightly, making her look up to him. He saw tears in her eyes.

“M-my foster father, I was saving up money to get my way back to England… Then he used all of the money I saved up for years for him…” She trails off and sighs; “Now he wants to kill me, and he’s probably chasing me, so I’m disguising as a boy and going to this school so I won’t be found.”

Arthur sighs gently, “You can’t say anything to anyone, only Alfred, Mathew and I know.” Antonio gives him a curious look, “Who is Mathew?”

Annabelle tilts her head slightly, “What? Mathew, he goes here too…” 

They both look at her. Arthur lets a sigh bubble out of his lips gently, “He’s forgotten a lot,” He says simply, making Annabelle’s expression sadden, “Awe! That’s mean!” She hits Antonio’s head gently, making him snicker.

Arthur sighs, “Let’s go meet a few more people before supper, hm?” Annabelle smiles nervously, “I hope they don’t find out as quickly…” She glances to Antonio and he shrugs and grins.

Arthur rolls his eyes, “He’s one of the smarter students here..” He says as they start to walk away. Annabelle clears her throat slightly and nods.

“Awe~! Why not~? Germany~! Let’s play football~!” A cheery voice rings from around the corner. Arthur’s eyes widen slightly at the countries name, “Bloody hell.” He mutters and looks to Annabelle who had a curious look. She peaks around the corner.

“Football! Football Germany~!” The cheery Italian continues, sitting next to the larger boy who seemed to be reading as the Italian pokes him.

Annabelle looks to Arthur, “Why is he calling him Germany?” She asks softly, holding her boy voice. Arthur tenses up slightly and smiles nervously. The Italian seemed to hear her and he gasps, quickly getting up. He runs over and glomps Annabelle, making her yelp before Arthur had to explain.