Nothing's Fair in Love and Murder - Hetalia Heathers AU

Becoming Beatiful

We walk into the bathroom, Francis going towards the mirror to fix his hair while Antonio dragged his feet to the bathroom stall, sulking.
"Lovino called me fat," he says, closing and locking the bathroom stall door. I sigh and stare at it.
"You sure? Maybe you just think he did." Antonio opened the stall door to stick his out.
"I know he did Gil. He said, 'you need to stop eating those churros.' Gil, he called me fat!" Antonio then slammed the door. I try to reason with him. To make sure he doesn't hurt his body anymore.
"He meant to stop eating them because you'll get sick if you eat too many." The only response I got was the gagging of Antonio as he shoved his finger down his throat. I meet Francis' eyes in the mirror, silently begging him to try and stop Antonio from purging. He set the brush I gave him down.
"Antonio. Bulimia is so '87," he said, knowing how Antonio hated outdated stuff. We only got Antonio's retching as a response. I am vaguely aware of someone walking in, but I don't pay them any mind. I can only listen to Antonio puke out his lunch, ruining his body. I sigh. What would Lovino think of this? Oh god, poor Lovino will be heartbroken to hear his boyfriend was hurting himself by puking up his meals. And then Feliciano will be heartbroken to hear his best friend is doing that, and with Feliciano sad, my little brother will be so worried, trying to cheer him up. He'll stress himself out trying to take care of Feliciano, and with our parents fighting, I need to sit down. I look down at the floor, debating whether to sit on the floor. I grimace at the sight of the floor which was covered in bodily fluids, I decide not to.
"What are you boys doing?" Shouldn't you be in class?" My head whips over to the entrance of the bathroom, where none other than Mr. Fleming was standing. How did we not hear the bell? I hear Antonio flush the hair. Francis stops messing with his hair, puts his hand on his hip, and gives a fake smile to Mr. Fleming, showing his teeth.
"'Tonio isn't feeling well," he leans toward the teacher, pursing his lips in a pout and talked to the teacher as if he was stupid, "we're helping him." He then gives him another smile. The teacher glares at him, giving Francis a smile in return.
"Not without a hall pass." He practically sang.
"Actually, Mr. Flemming, we are all out on a hall pass," he chews on his lip, "yearbook...committee." I look at him and give a nod in silent thanks. He nods, his mop of messy blond hair bouncing up and down. Mr. Fleming makes a show of reading the slip by putting his glasses on the bridge of his long, narrow nose. He mouths the words silently. Antonio wipes his mouth, getting rid of vomit that ended up by his mouth as the teacher reads. Francis hands him a handkerchief, rolling his eyes. Antonio accepts it graciously.
"I see you're all listed," Antonio jumps at Mr. Fleming's loud voice, almost dropping the not stained handkerchief, "Hurry up and get to class." He then walks out of the bathroom. After staring at the door, Francis, Antonio, and I turn to stare at the kid.
The boy held himself with a dignified poster as we eyed him, his cheeks dusting light pink whenever he caught Francis' eyes. I raised my eyebrow. What's his deal?
"Who are you," Francis asks. The boy's shoulders tensed.
"Arthur," he said, "Kirkland. I, uh, crave a boon." Antonio clapped his hands, smiling.
"I thought so," he exclaimed, "how's - oh right you two broke u-" He was cut off by Francis.
"Antonio," he said, his eyebrows raised and head tilted.
"Sorry."
"What boon?" Francis asked, after rolling his eyes at Antonio's little scene. Arthur bit his lip, seeming to think.
"Let me hang out with you," he paused, "please?" Antonio and I shook our heads, silently laughing. Everyone seemed to want to hang out with us. But, then again, it did make sense. We were quite awesome. Me even more than my two best friends. I opened my mouth, ready to tell Arthur to get lost, when Francis suddenly grabbed his chin yanking it up, eyeing his face. Arthur's face turned red at their proximity. Francis murmured under his breath. He then spoke out loud.
"You do have good face structure," he then said the next part much quieter, "and you have a cute face." Before Arthur could register I ran forward and squished his cheeks together.
"And you have a symmetrical face," I ran my hand over his forehead, "and clean skin too." Arthur looked like he wanted to slap my hand away. Before he did though, I stepped away. Antonio came up from behind him, lifting his shirt so it showed his slightly chubby stomach.
"Of course, mi amigo, you can lose some weight," he added the next part after a while, "healthily of course." If Arthur's face wasn't fully red when Francis was near his face, it sure was now. He stumbled away from Antonio and into Francis, yanking his shirt down.
"Wanker!" He yelled, his voice cracking. Francis grabbed Arthur's shoulders. I chuckled.
"Gilbert, give me the brush, plaire." He leaned down to Arthur's ear as I went to get the brush. "Ready to become beautiful, mon ami?"

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Mi amigo: My friend
Mon ami: My friend
Plaire: please

Fun fact: i was writing this listening to Christmas music and the damn song Be Prepared from the Lion King.

Ah, some spamano. Beautiful.

I'm trying not to make to characters too OOC so sorry if I am.

Also, I will be planning to use other languages and since I can only be sure the spanish translations are correct since I know several people who can speak spanish (i can too sorta) the other language translations might be wrong. Please tell me if they are.

Constructive Criticism is welcome! I hope you enjoyed this chapter.