Hetalia One-Shots!

GerIta Highshool AU Part 1

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Ludwig frowned, looking up at the large building. 

He was already nervous and Gilbert wasn't helping.

Gil smirked. "Exited for your first day of high school, West?"

Ludwig looked away. "Yeah. Sure. Interesting classes, bigger campus..."

"Bigger crushes?" Gilbert laughed.

Ludwig flushed red. "I have no intentions of that!" He sputtered.

Gil just continued to laugh. "We all know you're a hopeless romantic. You're bound to fall for someone soon."

"Nein! There you are wrong!"

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Ja. Okay. Whatever you say, bruder." He spotted Antonio and Francis.

"You're on your own, later, West." He ran off.

"Thanks a lot!" Ludwig yelled at him as he started gossiping with Francis.

No answer.

Ludwig sighed, checking his schedule. Why did he take art? He wasn't that type of guy.

Anyway, he had art first in room 103, so he trudged on, still annoyed with Gilbert.

Ludwig walked in, not surprised that he was one of the earliest students.

He spotted his best friend, Kiku Honda, and sat by him.

"Konichiwa, Ludwig-san."

"Guten tag, Kiku." He sighed.

"Ludwig-san, you heard about the new transfer students from Italy, hai?"

"Was? No, should I?"

Kiku shrugged. "All I know is that there are two brothers. Their grandfather is quite wealthy and cares for them."

"I see, I hope the brothers act productive despite their fortune."

Kiku smiled.

At that moment, the bell rang; students flooded into the classroom.

"Settle down, everyone." The new art teacher yelled. Everyone shut up. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm your new art teacher, call me Mr. Vargas."

Mr. Vargas locked eyes with Ludwig, a mysterious glint flickered before once again addressing the class.

"My grandsons and I are from Italy, I expect you all to treat my babies right, or I will end you." His expression had no humor. The class gulped, this guy was OVERPROTECTIVE.

He smiled, prancing over to his desk. "All right, class! Start sketching!"

Ludwig raised his hand.

"Mmm? Si?"

"What should we draw?"

Mr. Vargas smirked. "Whatever you want. Art is about creativity."

Ludwig frowned and quickly nodded, returning to his sketchbook.

He wasn't good at creativity. He was good at thing that had a definitive answer, like stoichiometry or physics problems.

Just then, a slightly short boy burst into the room. Tears were streaming down his fair face and he was screaming apologetically to Mr. Vargas in Italian.

Mr. Vargas sighed. "You're fine, Feli. I won't report you to the office. How about you go sit next to the German and sketch?"

He immediately stopped sodding and smiled brightly. "Ve... okay!" He hugged Mr. Vargas. "Grazie, Grandpa Romulus!"

Vargas smiled. "No problem. Go make some art!"

"Si!"

The bubbly Italian sat on the other side of Ludwig. "Ciao! My name is Feliciano Vargas, but you can call me Feli! Can we be friends?"

Ludwig felt his face heat up. No one wanted to be friends with him.

Kiku smiled. "Of course you can as long as you don't mind me, Feliciano-san."

Felt beamed. "The more the merrier! What's your name?"

Kiku stood up. "Honda Kiku, it is an honor to be your friend."

You can probably see why Kiku and Ludwig are friends.

Felt cocked his head to the side. "Hmm... too fancy."

"W-what?"

"HUG!"

Kiku was pulled into a very tight hug.

He squirmed around trying to free himself, his face red.

"U-uh, Feliciano, Kiku isn't really used to affectionate contact." Ludwig quickly told him.

He frowned, setting the flustered Japanese man down. "But I want to hug..."

"Well..."

Oh! I have an idea!" He yelled happily.

"...Was?"