A/N: Well, hello, everyone. Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything here. More than two years, to be exact! First off, I want to apologise to anyone who put me on author alert for my old stories; I will not be continuing them. Secondly, I just want to say that I'm obsessed with Hetalia -PruCan in particular- so that will be most likely be all that you will see from me. Also, I don't have a set schedule for updates, since I just write whenever I'm bored or have nothing else to do.

So, as far as this story goes, it will just be a collection of oneshots, some related to each other, and some not, but it will all be PruCan, mostly high school-AU. So, hope you enjoy. You can favourite or review... or, yanno, not. It's your choice, really.

It had started simply.

The announcement of a new student, and his unofficial but unanimously recognised title of "class leader."

Typical, he thought, tucking a stray piece of wavy blonde hair behind his ear, They only remember me when they need me for something.

His first impression upon actually meeting the new person with whom he now shared a schedule was, honestly, not a very good one. After all, the first words out of the guy's mouth were narcissistic and full to the brim with self-praise.

"Hey, shortie, I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt! But I'm sure you already knew that," he had said proudly with a smirk, his his silver, almost white hair shining under the fluorescent lights as he pompously ran a hand through it. The little blonde boy wasn't sure what to make of him. He had to force himself not to roll his eyes as he responded.

"Matthew Williams. Charmed." He concluded by holding out his hand and attempting to hold back the sarcasm that so desperately tried to sneak its way into the last word. Gilbert had looked at him in what seemed like confusion, staring at the hand like an Amish man would stare at a computer. His ruby-red eyes flickered between the boy's outstretched hand and his expression of thinly disguised exasperation before clasping the hand in his own and grinning so widely that Matthew honestly thought the guy's face would split it two from it.

"Wow, kid, you're so old-fashioned!" he cackled, letting out a strange laugh at the sight of the boy's face going back and forth between embarrassment and resentment.

"Nice to meet you, too..." Matthew muttered, trying to take his hand back, but being stopped by the albino's vice-like grip. "You can let go now, eh..." he said, a feigned smile adorning his features. Gilbert simply laughed that same, odd laugh and used their connected hands to pull the blonde flush against him, the now-intertwined fingers raised above their heads as if they were dancing. After a yelp and a blush from Matthew and a smirk and a laugh from Gilbert, the semi-embrace ended as the latter released the blonde from his grip. He stepped back and gave the boy an anlost predatory grin.

"Kesesesese, it's gonna be fun messing with you, Mattie~"

Matthew just made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat and tried to look interested in the dirty tile floor as he averted his gaze from Gilbert's.

So, here's the first bit of this little story-thing. I'm already working on the second chapter, so it will probably be out soon. I usually wouldn't write, but the amount of badfic!PruCan here in The Pit was annoying me, so I wanted to see if I couldn't help solve that. Btw, I get my chapter names from random places, like putting my iPod on shuffle lD