Full Speed Ahead: A Gakuen Hetalia Love Story Chapter 1

Full Speed Ahead: A Gakuen Hetalia Love Story Chapter 3

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                                                                                    Agenda:

                          *Go on Date With Spain on Friday (Tomato Picking)

                   *Finish that crappy Language Arts homework... some time before the due date.

"...And that's why math is the most important thing in the world." The math teacher finishes up. They're what you'd call the stereotypical math teacher. Large, cirular glasses, long skirt that was a bit tight but went past her knees, duck shoes, and messy, unkempt hair tied back in a bun. Also, those lips on her face never seemed to tilt upward into a smile. 

"Ah, I almost forgot. Class, it seems we have a new student." She says, the monotone voice directed now at Vicilaria. She looks around as everyone's eyes now fall curiously onto her figure. Vicilaria shelled up a bit once she saw a few guys in the class nod with a suggestive look in their eyes. "Don't just sit there! Introduce yourself! Do you THINK that Archimedes and Euclid were able to were able to impress the masses by being sitting ducks?!" She shouts, making Vicilaria jump and rush to an explanation.

"I-I'm Vicilaria, The Vicilarian Union, or you can call me Victoria Quenslin!" She says, "I-I like the color red and brownies!" She adds in a rush, looking around as some people laughed- the rest stifling laughter. She thought it was just because she made a fool of herself, so she looks down in embarrassment, her face red as the teacher nods, moving on to the basic practices of math.

"..." From across the room, Netherlands was watching the girl toy around nervously with her fingers. He's not a sensitive person by any means. Does he believe in love at first sight? ...Maybe. Was he interested in this girl, though? Definitely. She reminded him of a cute bunny...

His deep green eyes still focused onto her, he blows out some smoke at the back of a preppy looking boy's head in front of him, making the kid turn around, about to lecture him before noticing who it was. Immediately, he turns around and faces the front, tapping his foot nervously.

A small smirk finds it's way to Netherland's face. He could almost do whatever he wanted- everyone seemed to be so afraid of him.

Finally, class ended and Vicilaria was able to quickly try to escape the embarrassment and humiliation she felt. Her head was kept down the entire class- her whole mood shifting from enthusiastic to insecure. All over again.

Just as she was about to put everything back into her back, a group of three big guys walked by and purposely knocked into her, making her drop everything to the ground. She looks up at them and just sees them laughing as the leave. It seems everyone just thinks she's the type of person you can push around without them doing anything. Which is almost true- especially now. A frown finding it's way to her face, she gets down onto her knees and starts to pick up everything. 

"Wait."

She froze and slowly looked up to see the Ashy blonde from earlier looking down at her. "Put all of that down."

She obeys and puts her stuff onto the floor again, confused- but she wouldn't say anything. He then squatted down and picked up all of her stuff, not saying a word as he then stood up and placed it evenly into her backpack. "You can stand up." He says simply, causing the girl to inwardly slap herself and stand up straight.

He looks down at her red face and takes the pipe out of his mouth, blowing smoke in another direction before saying, "Don't be afraid of me."

She could barely say a word- just stare up into his eyes. He had so much height compared to her and he's so muscular.. it's hard to not be afraid! But what he just did was anything but mean. She nods and watches him then zip up her backpack and hand it to her. "Introduce yourself to just me." He says, plutting the pipe back into his mouth, his hands into his pocket, and then starting to walk; motioning with his head for her to follow him.