High School Thirdonion ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ Third Reich has always bullied Soviet Union for being emotionless and weak-or at least, that's what everyone assumes his reason is. But the truth? He's been hiding his feelings for the small country all along. Ever since he first enrolled in the school, Third has harbored a crush on Soviet. But instead of confessing, he masks his emotions with teasing and cruelty. What will happen when the truth finally comes to light? Will Reich find the courage to confess? And even if he does, can Soviet forgive him after years of bullying? Read to find out! I hope you enjoy the story! I know I haven't been great about updating my other books-I tend to struggle with motivation-but I'm really excited about this one, so I hope you give it a chance. Cover is mine lol sorry if it's not art im not good at making art im bad at it as f**k-

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"I don't get why, out of everyone at Momosu, they had to choose YOU to come get me," Shao Long complained. Arriving at the entrance of Momosu Academy early in the morning, Shao Long couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on none other than the English prince who had been assigned the task of escorting him to his new dorm. The situation seemed almost comical to him - out of all the students, it was him they chose to send. But then again he would rather have Albert escorts him than Charles, wouldn't he? The sun had barely risen, casting a soft, golden glow over the surroundings. Shao Long's long black hair, which cascaded down his back, danced gently in the breeze. He adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, feeling a mix of annoyance and curiosity about why he had been singled out for this peculiar welcome. "Seems like everyone else is tied up with paperwork for the upcoming event. I'm not thrilled about this either," Albert replied, shaking his head. He noticed Shao Long trailing behind him like a little duck and decided to ignore him until they reached the dormitory. "So, what's the English prince doing out here when everyone's busy? Don't tell me you're slacking off," Shao Long smirked. Annoyed, Albert shot him a glare, "Could you make my job a bit easier by shutting your bloody mouth?"