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[221beemine]

Hello! First off, I’d just like to say that I think your metas are brilliant. Second, I’m not sure if anyone addressed it, but after Sherlock and Mary rescue John from the bonfire and John is slowly opening his eyes as he tries to stay conscious, it seems his vision is completely blurred on everything but Sherlock (even Mary looks blurry, but Sherlock looks fine). Any thoughts…? Thanks again!

— evildarkmonkey24

Thanks! I noted it briefly in one of my TEH metas (which is super long and rambling) but, yes, I thought it was an intriguing choice at the time and more so now that the series is over. You can go all sorts of interpretive places with it, the biggest of which is "John doesn't see Mary for who she is, although he does see Sherlock." Or "after a near-death experience, John's attention is first on Sherlock, not on his fiancee."

[lovelyzanuarchive-blog]

College AU

Blitzkrieg sat home study for a test she had next week. She look at the time to see it was only 7:00 pm. There was still time to do anything and she didn't have a class the next day. Blitzkrieg looked at her phone. It had sometime since she hung out with Anastasia. She called her and hope she would answer. Someone was on the other line, "Hello?"

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Rules: 1. Post the rules. 2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you, then make 11 new ones. 3. Tag 11 people and link them to your post. 4. Let them know you tagged them. 1. A ship that snuck up on you but you love anyways?

 GERITA I DONT KNOW HOW 2. A crack ship? Ummm.... UkrainexTurkey? 3. Christopher Eccleson or Peter Capaldi?

 Peter Capaldi 4. Iron Man or Hawk Eye? Iron Man 

5. What is a fandom you're part of that isn't very big or active? Hetastuck (Because I couldn't choose between the two) 

6. What would you do for a Klondike bar?

 Ask politely? Maybe even entertain them with a little beg. 7. If you could choose between you being sad but the rest of the world being happy and there never being another war ever again and all prejeduice being gone or everything staying the same and being happy, which would you choose?

 I would be willing to be sad for the rest of the world to be the best place in the world. But I'm not really sad if everyone else is happy, right? 8. How often do you look in a mirror?

 At least every time I go in the bathroom. 9. Have you changed hair styles recently? Recently, no. I sometimes change my hair split but its alright. 

10. What is you typical style?

 Ponytail. I only let my hair down when I sleep. 11. Your favorite emoticon? ♦(For those who know homestuck) 

12. (just because) What confuses you about another country?
 Tea and Dinner. I think you know what I mean. -New Questions- 1. Do you draw? 2. Do you write? 3. What is one of your major ships? 4. What's your favorite color? 5. Your main fandom? 6. A man in a red suit and a beard suddenly appears in your living room. What do you do? 7. Favorite televison channels? 8. Do you recycle? 9. If you could meet a fictional character who would it be? 10. What do you see me as? 11. If I were to visit your house, what welcoming present should I give you? Tagged: evildarkmonkey24.tumblr.com askgenderstucks.tumblr.com dorkydoitsu.tumblr.com ask-shy-liechtenstein-with-glasses.tumblr.com aqua-5pla5h.tumblr.com she-wants-the-doitsu.tumblr.com ask-hetalia-frus-and-ukcan.tumblr.com my-fictional-life-is-better.tumblr.com ask-cosplay-chibi-romano.tumblr.com its-motherfucka-jones.tumblr.com buonotomatoes.tumblr.com

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RomanoxReader: Flower Shop

This was originally done on my account. I only have one story so far but this is done by me.

Link:http://figment.com/books/616968-HetaliaxReader-Oneshots

Posted for evildarkmonkey24, my Onee-chan.

P.S. Replace __________ with your name. ——— Requested by T. Kristen

Thanks so much for the request! It really challenged me because I don’t usually write about tsunderes. Sorry for taking so long but here it is!

Thanks to Lamny Moscow and Poems-and-Pride for proof reading.

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*Reader’s point of view*

The soft tinkle of a bell welcomed you as you stepped into the flower shop. Taking a deep breath, you examined the beautifully decorated store. Blooming flowers, packets of seeds, and small bulbs lined the shelves while colorful flower arrangements were placed on the tables and store windows. The store itself wasn’t very big but it was large enough to hold all the flower pots decorating the store.

You wandered through the aisles of plants, reading each label and taking the time to smell their aroma. This was the first time you’ve been inside the shop, to be honest. You’ve always wanted to go in but were embarrassed since anything you tried to grow died. It was well known throughout the town. Luckily for you, the store was empty except for the owner who was sleeping at the cash register.

As you gently stroked the soft petals of a tulip, you lost yourself in a day dream. A dream where you could grow flowers that could make everyone happy. You smiled sweetly at the thought of your own garden with poppies and sunflowers in neat rows, growing in beautiful colors.

"Hey! You!"

You jumped, startled, and accidentally tipped over the tulip. Luckily, you were able to catch the pot before it fell. A sigh of relief escaped your lips but that didn’t stop the fact you were sneaking around.

A tall Italian male in an apron approached you and you felt your heart stop. He had short brown hair split to the left with a strange curl poking out to the right side of his head. His frown failed to block out the beautiful shade of auburn in his eyes that made you blush. He wore a white shirt with the long sleeves rolled up a little past his elbows revealing an even tan that gave him an exotic look. His apron, a deep red, reached from his next to his knees and stopped to show stylish jeans. In all, his physique was somewhat like that of a male model.

He finally came up to you, took the pot, and examined the tulip before deeming it fit to return to its spot. You watched as he held it with care before turning to you with examining eyes.

"You’re that girl that always looks in from the window." Your blush confirmed it. You did occasionally stare at the contents of the store before rushing away. Besides, you killed nearly every plant you tried to grow so walking into a flower shop would mean the death of everything in it but… You couldn’t help but yearn for the touch of fresh dirt and smell of living vegetation.

The male sighed. “You don’t have to stand outside all the freaking time! It’s creepy! Anyways, you shouldn’t be sneaking around here and touching all the plants." You didn’t respond and turned away from him. He looked at you frustrated. “Listen, I’m sorry for startling you but you shouldn’t do that. You’ll have to talk with the tomato freak." He took your arm and led you to the sleeping owner who sat in a tilted chair with his feet propped up on the cash register. His brown hair was tousled about and his skin was a shade darker than the male’s. He wore the same attire as the male and you concluded that your acquaintance must be newly hired help.

The Italian let go of you and slammed his hands on the cash register. “Wake up, tomato freak!"

The owner’s startling green eyes flew open and he fell to the ground. He slowly gathered himself and rubbed his head as he looked up at the angry man. “Romano, don’t call me that. I’m your boss after all." He got up and rubbed Romano’s head, which was somewhat hard since Romano was taller than him. The owner smiled as Romano blushed before realizing you were there. He looked at you curiously and held out his hand. “Antonio Fernandez Carrideo. And who may this beautiful lady be?"

A creepy stalker who is always standing at the window, you thought. But you decided not to say that.

"I’m _-_______," you finally admitted. You looked down at the ground and bowed your head. “I’m so sorry I came into your store!"

Romano looked confused at this apology but the humored Antonio nodded. “So, you’re the one who everyone is warning me about. The ‘plant killer’ they call you." You nodded shamefully. Antonio started laughing.

Romano, however, looked at you angrily. “You could have killed our entire inventory!"

Antonio patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, Romano. She won’t bite. I bet she’s a plant lover, too." He continued to laugh and looked at you. “_____, I remember Romano’s first plant! I remember it was a tomato plant and he accidentally put pesticide instead of fertilizer. He was completely dumbfounded! But if he hadn’t been told that, he wouldn’t have learned!"

Romano blushed a light shade of red and turned away. “Idiota. I was only eight." He then turned to you. “That’s not the point! This demoness could have destroyed all our hard work!"

Antonio frowned but nodded in agreement. “Sí, es cierto. If all our plants die, it will be her fault." He suddenly came up to you, curiosity filling his eyes. “But if its not true, _____, how about we show those people what you can really do?"

In a blink of an eye you found yourself wearing an apron and your jacket folded and placed in the back room. Antonio smiled happily at you. "¡Bienvenido a nuestra familia, ________!"

The weeks following, you were taught to care for the plants and were under the careful watch of Antonio. He corrected you with kind prodding and sensitive comments. You enjoyed his teaching and looked forward to your time in the flower shop everyday.

Romano, however, was a completely different story. He would turn away from you whenever you walked passed and he blamed all the dead plants (yes, some did die) on you. Romano was cold and would get mad at you every time he saw you touching a plant “under his care." Antonio, however, would laugh it off while you looked away shamefully. However, no matter how mad or upset or embarrassed Romano made you feel, you couldn’t help but notice the way he would lose himself while he cared for the plants. His hands worked on their own and a look of concentration covered his face. Sometimes, you could hear an occasional song coming from him as he worked.

That wasn’t all. There was also that soft rare smile that didn’t escape you when ever he got complimented by Antonio or a customer examining his care in gardening. Even his constant insults at Antonio or random comments about a ‘macho potato’ who bothered his little brother seemed to attracted you to him.

Soon, you began realizing it wasn’t only the gardening that drew you to the shop but Romano, too.

You hoped you were the only one who knew it and kept concentrated on the plants. They seemed to bloom under your care and Antonio grew proud of you. Even Romano would sometimes compliment your work and in that shop became the flower princess.

It was a summer afternoon when you came into the shop. You were wearing a light gray t-shirt and jean shorts with flip flops on your feet. You tied your hair back into a ponytail and got straight to work, not minding the silence since Antonio and Romano usually took their siesta around now. A chuckle escaped you as you thought it was fate that told Romano to stayed up that day. If it weren’t for him, none of this would have happened.

*Romano’s point of view*

Romano rubbed his eyes slowly before stretching and looking at his watch. A soft curse ensued after he found he had woken early from his siesta. He tried to close his eyes again but it failed horribly since he had already woken up. His gaze stared at the ceiling a few more minutes before deciding to get up and get some work done.

Rising from the floor of the back room (yes, that’s where he takes his siesta), he reached for the door. Upon opening it, a soft melody came in. He knew that voice. Romano listened closely as the song started to gain volume and confidence. It was _______’s voice. She would always sing while caring for plants but only when she believed Antonio and Romano wouldn’t notice. But Romano did notice.

Ever since _________ started working there, he had been watchful of her. He yelled at her whenever she watered a plant too much or caused the death of one of the plants. Romano made sure he did all the important jobs since he didn’t trust her. But over time she improved and Romano believed she could do all the work he could. Then why, he asked himself, would he still be so watchful over _______?

Romano decided to leave his position from holding the door slightly ajar and completely opened it. The song did not stop and Romano walked around the store until he found _____ singing to a carnation. Her voice reached high and low notes, her breath causing the leaves and petals to shift occasionally. (Hair color) locks had escaped her ponytail and hung at the side of her face as she carefully pruned the flower.

Seeing her like that made Romano’s heart race for some reason. He had believed a certain feeling was the cause but only suspected. Romano now had proof and smirked at his pitiful self.

What wasn’t there to like about her? She was sweet and knew what to say and when to say it. She was smart and clever and gentle. Also, she’s the only one who has minded Romano this long while enduring his insults. With the exception of Antonio of course.

Romano blushed at his conclusion but decided it was time for him to act. He had made a promise never to let love slip past him a long time ago. Walking a way with a slight chuckle, he went to tend to a bouquet.

*Reader’s point of view*

You had just finished pruning the carnation and stood back to admire your work. The flower looked as if it had just bloomed and the leaves seemed to shine. A contented sigh escapes your lips and you turn to the clock on the far wall.

"It’s almost 5. Antonio and Romano should be waking up now."

”__________! Come over here!" That call was a confirmation of your suspicions. You smirk at the sound of bangs and walk over to find Romano head butting Antonio.

"Idiota! You really are a cheeky tomato yelling so loud in a small store! We will get another complaint from the neighbors and it will be all your-"

”_______! ¡Ayudamé! Romanito has gone berserk!"

"And another thing, you got to stop calling for help from some demone-"

A smack came down on Romano’s head ending up with you nursing your injured fist. “Romano, you have a hard head," you whine. “Stop bothering Boss. And I am not a demoness!"

Tears come out from the corners of your eyes from the pain but you try to blink them away. Suddenly, two arms wrapped themselves around you, burying your head into a chest. A slight blush appears on your face as a hand goes up and down your back. “It’s ok, niña. Romano didn’t mean to hurt you." Something inside of you hollows out. You wanted that to be Romano.

A cough comes from an unknown source and Antonio releases you from your blinded confine. You wipe your eyes and find an ashamed Romano. “Eh, sorry about that." He puts his eyes up in defiance. “So there! I said sorry!" You chuckle a little making Romano turn red. “What’s that for? Demone!"

"It’s nothing. Just, you’re cute when you act all tough." A deep blush envelops your face when you realize what you said. Silence follows until Antonio breaks the awkwardness. “Eheh, well back to business. ______, I want you to learn to make bouquets. They are a big part of our business." You nod since you have seen people leaving the store with bouquets and your coworkers leave for deliveries. Antonio grinned. “Today, Romano will help you fill out this flower order which you will deliver afterward." He winked at you. “I know you can handle this important job."

You blush a little as Antonio walks off to do his business. He was always so flirty but you knew he didn’t mean it. Antonio was just like a caring older brother to you.

*Romano’s POV*

That… Cheeky… Romano was fuming. He watched Antonio wink at _____ then walk away smoothly. It was all part of the plan but this was overdoing it. Romano finally pulled himself together and tugged on ______’s hand.

"Come on, demone. Let’s get that order."

*Reader’s POV*

Romano’s hand had a light tan, his fingers long and delicate, yet he had a firm grip on your hand. You watched in fascination as he brought you to “his section" of the shop. Romano never allowed you in this area and you were never curious enough to test his threats.

You both stopped at a table with a completed bouquet. Romano let go of your hand as you wander around the flower bunch. “Gladiolus, bluebells, gardenias, lilacs, and ferns," you examined as you identified the plants. The combination and design mystified you. The fern was short and simple but made all the other colors shine. The white gardenias and pink tinged gladiolus seemed to be the main centerpiece while the indigo bluebells were towards the back of the bouquet. Lavender lilacs were scattered among the ferns creating a simple scene.

Romano cleared his throat, catching your attention. “You know, the flowers speak." You look at the bouquet in fascination, running your fingers through the leaves.

"Romano," you say after a moment of silence. Romano jumps at suddenly hearing his name. It seems he was deep in thought. “Romano, please tell me what they are saying."

"Er… If I remember correctly, the colors and flowers have two separate meanings." He walks over to you and points to each flower. “White stands for innocence and purity while pink stands for gentle admiration. Lavender is a formal color but also admiration and pride. Blue represents openness for serenity and peace. The green is just there to make all the other colors shine out."

He pauses for a moment as you take in all the information. It stunned you how much he knew despite being your senior coworker. A smile appears on your lips as you nod for him to continue. Romano sighs. “Now if you can fit that all in your head that’s good. Now, for the flowers. Gladiolus are for remembrance and faithfulness, gardenias represent joy, and fern is for protection and health but they are both confession flowers for secret admirers. Bluebells for humility and lilacs are a symbol of love but they are both apology flowers. According to this, the sender wants to apologize for something as well as confess his love."

A blush goes over your face as you imagine a boy sending this to you. It was quite a romantic thought and you lost yourself in a day dream.

Romano, however, would not tolerate it. “Hey! Wake up, demone! You still have to deliver this."

You smiled. “Ok, but one question."

"What?" Romano seemed annoyed more than usual. Did he really want to finish this delivery so quickly? “Well, what?"

"I was just wondering. How would the girl respond to this? Through flowers, I mean."

Romano looked surprised at the question. “Amazing. You actually said something intelligent. Well, it the girl wanted to accept, she could reply with rosebuds or white violets. A rejection would usually be yellow or withered flowers." He seemed to cringe at the last sentence but you paid no heed.

"Alright, where is the card? I need to deliver this." Romano handed over the card, looking away. You only needed to glance at the envelope to be caught off guard. Written across the front was your name in elegant cursive.

"Oh. Where does this ________ live?"

"Same place you do."

"Oh." You blush a little. Who the heck would send a bouquet to you?

Romano looked at you intently. “Open it. The card." You oblige and gently lift the flap of the envelope. Inside, a card looks up at you.

Dear ______(demone),

So, don’t get the wrong idea! But I might like you…This doesn’t change things though! I mean it kind of does but…whatever. You get what I mean. This doesn’t mean you can go twisting things now that you know I like you though. Anyway that’s all I wanted to tell you.

From, Romano

P.S. Not love, from

*Romano’s POV*

________ finished reading the note and looked up at him. Romano’s mind was racing. Yes, he liked her but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t reject him. The blatant stare she was giving him freaked him out. Romano wasn’t used to such attention and turned away. He had no idea whether she would say yes or no.

She left his side silently. He stood there in shock. Was she rejecting him? Romano suspected this may be coming. Maybe she liked Antonio, not him. He didn’t know!

As he continued sulking and brooding, flowers came into his face. He took a step back to examine them, looking from the flowers to _______. She looked away and occasionally glanced at him.

"Well?" she asked. “This is my answer."

The moment flew by in silence. Romano blushed furiously, taking the flowers out of her hand.

"D-demone! Stop trying to copy me!"

________ frowned and smacked him on the head. “Romano, stop acting all tough and just accept my answer." She then burst into a gentle smile, pulling Romano into a hug. “Please?"

Romano face turned into a tomato but he hugged her back. “Si, I will." They stayed like that for a moment before a click and a flash of light occurred.

*Reader’s point of view*

You and Romano turned to see Antonio looking at you with a camera. He grinned. "¡Qué lindo! You two make a great couple!"

Romano let go of you and attempted a headbutt at him, narrowly missing. Antonio started running. “Cheeky tomato freak! Come back here, stand still, and let me teach you a lesson about ruining the moment!"

They started running through the store as you laughed, the atmosphere coming back to normal. The day ended peacefully but you didn’t see Romano for the rest of your shift. As the shop closed, you saw your flowers in the shop window. Smiling, you walk out the door and lock up.

A hand is on your shoulder and you turn only to be kissed. It was gentle and completely caught you off guard. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around your waist. Soon, both of you were gasping for breath. Looking up at those light green eyes, your heart raced.

"Ti amo, Romano," you said softly as you pull yourself into his arms. He stiffened up and you could tell he was blushing.

"Y-you don’t have to be so mushy. D-demone!" You heard a small chigi and chuckled. Romano soon loosened up and hugged you back. “A-and…" He paused for a moment, leaving you wondering what he would say. “I really like rosebuds now."

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If you are at all interested in requesting fanfics, please do request. I have a couple others I'm working on but I'm kind of... Stuck on them. The order so far for the Hetalia! character x reader fanfics are:

-France

-England

-America

-Canada

[dcsally]

Fanfic for evildarkmonkey24

Dunya’s PoV~

I stood outside the school, examining the foreboding building. It was a large structure that rose high above my head up three stories. This was Gakuen Hetalia, the high school I had been wanting to be enrolled in since I first heard of it. I don’t know why but I had been instantly obsessed with the idea of standing in its halls. Was it because they were known for their international studies or the fantastic music program that had enchanted all who had heard it? Either way, I wanted to be here.

It was officially my first day here and I was stupidly smiling ear to ear. I was just so happy. And as I took my first step through its gate as a student, I told myself nothing could stop me.

But that was before I smacked my head on my inoperable locker for the umpteenth time within the twenty minutes I’ve been standing there.

"Stupid," I chanted as my head lifted and crashed to the metal surface once again. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Open. You. Stupid. Piece. Of. Junk." I stopped as my brain started throbbing in disapproval from the constant shaking. “Ow…" Rubbing my temples, I took a few steps away from the evil cage. I glared menacingly at the accursed metal casing that was denying me any deserved entry whatsoever.

I sighed to calm down a little. Maybe I was rushing it. For the last twenty minutes. I entered the combination once more, hoping for any change this time. “C’mon. C’mon." The final number was entered and I attempted the lock once more. No luck. “CURSE IT!"

I banged my head dramatically on the locker, sending my brain an unsatisfying bash. It replied with a groan of protest. “Why won’t this thing open?" I mumbled to myself.

I heard a couple of chuckles from behind me so it seemed my failed attempts have served as entertainment for those who had arrived a half hour early, such as myself. I groaned more when they started laughing harder from my earlier comment. My first day of school was already failing my expectations by the extreme.

"Hey, need some help?" A hand was suddenly on my shoulder. I lifted my head to make eye contact with a bright eyed blonde who was grinning at me. I would have thought he was a nerd due to his glasses but the football jacket he was wearing told me otherwise.

I smiled, relieved. “Yes, please." I gave him my locker combination and gave him my locker combination. He glanced down at it a couple times before inputting it himself.

While the guy was fiddling with my lock, I examined the rest of his attire. His football jacket seemed to belong to varsity members which would either mean he was a prodigy freshman or a talented upperclassman. The second seemed more plausible so he was definitely older than me. I averted my eyes downward to see he wore jeans and sneakers like me.

"Bingo." My eyes cast themselves upward to his face. He was concentrated on the locker and, after attempting to jiggle it, he pushed it up forcibly before pulling it downward. The lock gave way easily.

He smiled at me as I looked at him in awe. “Some of the locks at this school are strange. You got to push them up before pulling them down. Weird school, huh?" He started laughing gleefully. His laugh was manly and light hearted so I couldn’t help but giggle along.

After our little laughing session, he continued to smile at me. “You must be a freshman, right?"

I grin a little. “Yeah. " I started putting my books inside. “It’s actually my first time inside this school."

His eyes widened in surprise. “What? So you haven’t seen any of the football games here?"

I take out the books I need for the next two periods. “No, I haven’t. But I’m more interested in the music program."

As I closed my locker, an arm wrapped itself around my shoulders suddenly. “Listen, you should see one of my games! I’m quarter back for the varsity team and we’re currently undefeated."

"But football season hasn’t even started."

"I mean ever since I joined the football team we’ve been undefeated." He jumped back suddenly, throwing his arms in the air and pulling his head back. “Three years straight!" He cupped his mouth and shouted out to a group of football players down the hall. “WHAT TEAM?"

"WILDCATS!" They yelled back. The hall was filled a series of whoops and cheers until a teacher shooed the football players elsewhere.

I couldn’t help but laugh at this guys antics. “So you’re a senior?" I say between chuckles. He nodded enthusiastically. “Haha, then I’ll be sure to see one of your games."

My shoulders were once again in his arm. “That’s great! Team spirit is the best!"

The bell suddenly rang for first period and I shot the excited blonde a smile. “I got to go to first period now." I gently removed his arm. The hall was suddenly filling with other students hurrying to their classes. I definitely didn’t want to be caught in the crowd. “Thanks again! See you around!" I made my way towards the crowd.

America’s PoV~ There was no way I could lose that cool freshman now! It was rare that a girl wasn’t trying to flirt with me let alone someone who was genuinely laughing at my jokes. “Hey wait!" I called out as she was about to enter the crowd. “What’s your name?"

The noise in hall was so loud that I highly doubted that she heard me. But just as I was about to lose hope, she turned around and gave me a smile. “Dunya. My name’s Dunya." With that she melted into the tide of students.

I grinned and leaned against her locker. “Dunya, huh." I couldn’t help but smile at that name. It was just so… Nice.

"Hey, go to class, air head!"

Dunya’s PoV~ My first period was coincidentally study hall. It was supposed to be French class but the teacher had called in sick and a substitute couldn’t be found in time. So the principal released the class into the library and told the students to stay put.

"Read something. Enlighten yourselves. And don’t annoy the librarian because he can tie your body in knots before you realize what you did wrong." was the exact phrase he said before he turned around and headed for his office hurriedly. I bet everyone was thinking the same thing: he spoke from experience.

I made my way around the library, thinking of any possible books I could be reading. None came to mind and my next period was math but there was no way I was reading my math book. However, I did leave my piano sheets in my backpack.

I walked over to a group of tables on the far side of the library and took a seat at the one closest to the window. It was a nice day with a cool breeze and the leaves outside were turning from a vibrant green to a shade of autumn orange and red. The view was very relaxing, perfect for practicing my fingering.

Using my books from my backpack, I made a small stand for my piano notes and positioned my hands on the table as if I were at an actual piano. I imagined myself at home, right next to the window to my backyard. My backpack on the couch behind me and the quiet home anxiously awaiting my piece. Glancing at my notes, I began tapping my fingers on the keys, hearing the soft music weaving into the air like butterflies on a warm summer afternoon.

The notes fell in rhythm with the leaf fall outside and the wind gently played along by pushing the door chimes in a light hearted tune. Yes, this was my world. My quiet little world with music playing perfectly and no one stopping me.

"Excuse me, but could you stop that bloody tapping."

I snapped out of my imaginary world, remembering I was at school, not my home. Looking up, I realized the retort had come from the table across from mine. A boy with emerald green eyes and bushy eyebrows was staring menacingly at me. His blonde hair was tossed about messily from what I think might have been repeated ruffling. I grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry about that," I said back. He shook his head angrily.

"Just bloody stop. I’m already having enough bloody trouble from this class. Why of all the bloody languages I could have chosen I chose that bloody frog’s language?"

I blushed slightly from his British accent but luckily he was looking down at the pile of papers in front of him. Did I even notice he was there earlier? I headed here without thinking. My mind started thinking about the librarian. Oh god I hope HE didn’t hear me.

I started shoving my books back into my bag but a gust of wind suddenly blew my piano sheets all over the floor. “Oh great," I muttered. With my books in my bag, I started gathering my papers. I gathered a couple before noticing the boy from before was helping me out. He grumbled while he did it but he was helping.

"No, you don’t have to help me out-"

"Oh just let me bloody help you. I need some rest from my work anyway."

I smiled a little and together we gathered the papers quickly. He handed me over his pile with his head turned to the side. “Here. I didn’t want to help you. I did it so you could stop being so bloody bothersome." I took the papers, hoping he wouldn’t see me blush.

"Thanks." We had ended up closer to his table while gathering the piano sheets. My eyes wandered over to his papers curiously. “Maybe I could help you with your work?"

He blushed furiously. “W-Why would I need your help? It’s not like you know French."

I grinned sheepishly. “Haha, actually I’m fluent."

His eyebrows furrowed together like two caterpillars kissing. “Then why are you in a beginners class?" As my eyes widened in surprise, he sighed. “As student body president, it’s obvious I should know that a freshman French class would be in the library today. The principal told me to keep an eye on all of you but I knew the librarian could handle it."

My eyes widened even more. “You’re student body president?"

He grinned proudly."Yes, that I am, poppet. My name is Arthur Kirkland, proud British gentleman through and through."

I really didn’t think proud and gentleman go in the same sentence… Of course I didn’t say it out loud. “Wow. Wait, since your president, you’re a-"

"A senior, yes. I’ve poured my heart and soul into my work here. Not that it was hard to do." He then glared angrily at his papers. “Which is why this bloody French work is getting me so worked up."

I walked over to the papers and glanced at the problems. “I could help you out."

Arthur blushed. “I-I don’t need your-"

I smiled up at him, making him stop mid-sentence. “You helped me so I should help you."

He blushed and turned away. By the way he was acting, I was expecting him to say no. Instead, he sat down and pulled out the chair next to him. Arthur refused to make eye contact with me. “Fine. But only because you insisted."

I smiled and we worked for the rest of the period. Arthur was really good at French but he kept getting off topic, ranting on and on about “that bloody frog". I chuckled at some of his comments but we were able to finish the work.

"And that bloody frog kept insulting my cooking which I don’t find the slightest error in-"

The bell for the next period interrupted him mid-rant. He looked up on the clock wall. “Oh, it looks like its next period." Arthur turned to me, a smile of his face. “Thank you." He suddenly blushed and turned away. “Y-Your help is much appreciated even though I didn’t need it."

I grinned and pat him on the back. “No problem. Later." I picked up my bag and made my way out.

England’s PoV~ Oh bloody hell, I was blushing again. My people skills were never very good so I always wondered how I ended up as Student Body President. It was rare that people did talk to me so when this girl did…

It wasn’t until she started leaving that I realized I needed to know her name. “W-Wait!"

She turned around and sent a smile my way. “I got to go. See you later?" I nodded dumbly as she left.

I didn’t even know her name! God, what a stupid wanker I was. I sighed as I got my things and made my way to my next class. Maybe I’d see her again.

-Time Skip to Lunch (Sponsored by an awesome Prussian and a pan-wielding Hungarian)-

America’s PoV~ I was so starved for lunch. I bought a bunch of hamburgers from the cafeteria and two soda cans, coke of course. Once I got all of it, I made my way to the table with my friends from difference grades. It was kind of crowded but it’s been this way over the years. I sat right next to Kiku, wrapping my arm around his shoulders.

"Arfred-san, courd you prease take off your arm."

"Haha, sorry dude. I thought you’d be over the touching thing by senior year." I removed my arm as a courtesy to Kiku and began digging in. The conversation continued and I listened while eating all my burgers.

"So, Ludwig-san, I’ve heard from your brother that you’ve taken in Fericiano as your Senpai."

The muscular blonde nodded. “Ja, I think someone has to keep an eye on him. Even if I’m still a freshman, ve know each other vell enough. "

The Italian wrapped his arms around Ludwig. “Ah, Luddy~ Don’t be so mean~ Besides, I’m a not the only Senpai."

Kiku turned his head curiously to Feliciano. “Oh? Who erse?"

Francis chuckled a little. “Mon ami, I ‘ave taken in a follower myself. ‘Er name is Michelle. She is quite an adorable freshman and is pleased to be under my wing."

We all groaned. Sometimes Francis got a little carried away.

Yao jumped in. “I have news, aru! I took on a bright young man called Li Xiao Chun! He’s so talented so I bet you’re all jealous, aru. Today is my lucky day!"

Kiku sighed. “I became the Senpai of a free spirited freshman. He seems obsessed with meeting you, Yao."

Yao suddenly stood up, almost flipping the table. “Does he go ‘da~ze’ and take credit for other people’s work?" Kiku nodded dutifully. “AIYAH! IT’S IM YONG SOO! I DIDN’T KNOW HE CAME TO THIS SCHOOL!"

"ANIKI!!!!" The call came from the food court where an eccentric guy was waving his hands around wildly. “BE MY SENPAI!!! NOTICE ME!!!" Yao was a blue streak as he ran out of the cafeteria. “ANIKI, COME BACK!!!" Im Yong Soo dashed after him. I couldn’t help but whistle.

"If our freshman football team could hustle like that, they’d be as undefeated as the varsity team."

"No one cares about your bloody football teams. All they do is run around bashing each other’s brains in, lowering their already minuscule IQ." We all knew it was Arthur. Ludwig scooted over and the Brit climbed next to him. Luckily for all of us, he had bought lunch today. Arthur glared at Francis. “Frog."

Francis glared back at him. “Black sheep of Europe."

Arthur suddenly stood up. “What did you say, you bloody wanker!"

"I don’t zink zat was a question."

Kiku stood up, putting his hands up. “Prease, carm down. This is onry the first day at schoor and your are arready fighting."

The Brit sat down, grumbling. “Fine. For first day’s sake. What are we bloody talking about anyway?"

A dark aura suddenly fell on the table. “I believe we were all talking about Senpais."

Feliciano hid behind Ludwig and Kiku glared menacingly at the tall figure that had appeared out of nowhere. Arthur and France were shaking and slowly sinking underneath the table. I chuckled angrily. He and I didn’t get along with each other very well.

"Hey, Ivan," I said challengingly. “Did you become a Senpai?"

Ivan is usually all smiles and cute little chuckles. Which is why when he suddenly acted scared, we were all surprised and frightened. “D-da. I-I became a Senpai." He sank down to hide under the table. “P-Please don’t let her know I’m here."

We were all really frightened at that point. What freshman could scare the horrifying Ivan?

Kiku coughed, trying to calm down our worries. “A-Arthur-san, did you become a Senpai today?"

He frowned. “N-No, but I got a freshman who seems like she may want me to be."

I laughed. “She? Dude, a girl wouldn’t want you to be her Senpai. You’re lying your pants off."

He glared at me. “It’s not like you are a Senpai."

I cocked a grin. “I so am. There’s this one girl who laughed at all my jokes. I was helping her out with her locker so of course she sees me as her hero." Arthur chuckled back at me and I frowned. “What?"

"A girl who genuinely laughs at your jokes? Well, my girl is rational despite being fluent in French."

"Ohonhonhon, ‘as Arthur been swept into a loving-"

"Quiet, frog, it’s not like that!"

I laughed at the both of them. “Then what’s her name?"

Arthur frowned and blushed. “Her name is… Well… I didn’t bloody ask her ok!"

Francis and I laughed at him. “See! You made her up! Like your other imaginary friends!"

Arthur growled at me. “Well, what’s your girl’s name?"

I grinned. “Dunya. She is awesome and cool and into the music program and she’s going to all my football games."

He raised his extremely exaggerated eyebrow. “Music? Did she by any chance mention piano?"

"No. Why?"

"Alfred, what I’m trying to say is-"

My eye caught on to a familiar figure weaving through the crowd at the food court. I stood up and shouted to her from our table. “HEY DUNYA, OVER HERE!!!"

Dunya’s PoV~

I had just paid for my food when a loud, familiar voice called out to me. I turned around and searched for a familiar blonde. He sat a little ways a way from the chaos and I weaved through the crowd towards him. I still haven’t caught his name yet, which was kind of a fail on my part for not asking.

The jock came out from his table and… Kind of sauntered over to me. I giggled. “What the heck are you doing?"

"What? I can’t walk over to a good friend of mine without being questioned?" I continued to giggle as I followed him back to his table. “Anyways, here are my friends. Ludwig over there is a freshman, like you."

I waved my hand at him, trying to be friendly. As my eyes go over the whole group, I come across a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Hi, Arthur!"

The Brit suddenly jumped up and smacked his hands on the table. “I told you I didn’t make her up!"

The jock looked from him to me suddenly. “Wait, so you know Artie?"

"Of course she bloody knows me, she just said my name!"

"Well, excuuuuuuuse me, Mr. Cranky-Pants."

"Stop mentioning my pants!"

"Arthur-san, he means trousers."

"I know bloody well what he means, Kiku."

Arthur and the jock started arguing about something or another and I just shrugged and sat down next to a quiet guy who seemed to be Kiku. “Are they always this loud?"

He sighed. “Hai."

An arm suddenly snaked its way around my waist and I came face to face with a guy with long blonde hair and a bit of a stubble on his chin.

"Why, ‘ello zere, mon cherie. Are you the little French prodigy I’ve been ‘earing about?"

I pushed him away and nodded. “Oui. Et vous êtes?(1)"

He grinned at me. “Francis. Francis Bonnefoy. C’est un plaisir de faire votre connaissance.(2)" Francis kissed my hand.

I sighed. This must have been that frog Arthur was talking about. “S’il vous plaît, pourriez-vous vous retirer de ma personne?(3)"

Francis seemed quite surprised but did as I asked. At least he was courteous and stopped. He seated himself next to me but a little too close for comfort. I sighed and turned my attention to the two brawling blondes.

"She’s mine!"

"No way, you wanker, she’s mine!"

I blinked in confusion before tapping Kiku on the shoulder. He seem to recoil at my touch. “Ah, sorry. But who are they fighting over?"

He looked surprised. “They’re fighting over who gets to be your Senpai. Weren’t you ristening?"

I stared at him and the fighting boys. “What’s a Senpai?"

Kiku scratched his head. “Ah, it seems you aren’t famiriar with Japanese terminoroy. Senpai is a phrase you use for those you respect highry and those you want to have the attention of."

"When did this get assumed?" I asked.

"Arfred-san mentioned you and said he rearry riked you. Arthur-san said the same. You’ve reft quite an impression on them."

My eyes widened and suddenly two hands were on my shoulders. I turned to be face to face to Arthur and Alfred, which seemed to be the jock’s name.

"Well, Dunya. Who is it going to be?"

"Yes, poppet. Who is going to be your Senpai?"

"I-I, well…"

Oh God, how did this happen?

(I had to improvise with some of the info about Dunya. This was quite a fun topic to write about. I hope you like it, Senpai! -Arabia Knight)

-Translation- (1) Yes. And you are? (2) It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. (3) Please, could you remove yourself from my person?

-Cast- Dunya- Daniella Arthur- England Alfred- America Kiku- Japan Francis- France Ludwig- Germany Feliciano- North Italy Yao- China Ivan- Russia Michelle- Seychelles Li Xiao Chun- Hong Kong I’m Yong Soo- South Korea Librarian- Germania Principal- Roman Empire Ivan’s follower- Belarus(obviously)