Gil's POV

I was warm and happy under my covers. Until he came.

"Wake up."

"Fuck off." I shoved myself further into the covers.

"I've let you sleep for thirty minutes. School's starting in twenty minutes."

"And I should be getting up because…?"

He snorted. "Your record is as bad as it is."

I groaned. "Once again, West, fuck off."

I heard my younger brother walk to the other side of my room and open the blinds.

"Hey, what the—" He ripped my covers off, exposing my pale skin got the light. My eyes flashed opened as I glared at him. Everyone always says I look scary when I glare, considering my eyes are red. But my glare never affects Ludwig. Never has, most likely never will.

"Get dressed, arschloch," he said.

"Not cool, bringing on the German," I whined and lied back in my bed. "Verdemmen sie."

"We could have a German cursing contest after school, Gil. Get up now."

I jumped up and stood very straight. I put my hand to my forehead in mock salute. "Yes, General!"

He rolled his eyes and left me to get dressed. I looked out the window to see people from my school already leaving.

"Ah, fuck it," I hissed and grabbed a black t-shirt. I shoved it on and replaced my sweat pant with worn-out jeans. I pulled a belt on and walked into my bathroom to everything a living being needs to do. I rushed down stairs and pulled on black Converse and grabbed my gray jacket off the hook.

"I'm ready!" I called to Luddy.

He ended up being in the kitchen, eating toast. When I walked in, he handed me a piece which was smothered in butter. "Yummy~!"

I devoured mine like an animal while West looked at me with a weird look. I could've sworn he sweat-dropped. "Sometimes I wonder how I'm the younger one."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Well, I can have fun. You always have a stick up your arsch."

"You're just proving my point further, Gilbert."

"Oh, whatever. You take the fun out of everything."

"I can have fun!"

"Oh yeah?" I asked him while raising an eyebrow. "Name the last time you smiled."

It was completely silent.

I gestured to him. "My point proven."

He growled and smacked the back of my head as he passed.

"Ow!" I cried and followed him out. I grabbed my backpack and walked outside to him. He was nice enough to wait for me. We walked side-by-side in silence.

"Gilgil! Luddy!" Silence never last forever around here…

"Ah mist!" West and I both cried as an over-excited and hyperactive Spaniard crashed into our backs and hugged us from behind.

"Antonio, please, get off," Ludwig muttered.

"Oh, OK!" he jumped off and walked to my other side.

"Huh, you're late, too?" I asked him.

My best friend gave a quick nod. "I slept in late. Last night was crazy."

A smirk formed on my face. "Who?"

He grinned broadly. "I'm not telling you~!"

Ludwig groaned. "Talk about sex when I'm not here, please."

"Oh, 'course, Luddy! I still have to remember there is a child in the room," Antonio teased.

"I'M ONLY A YEAR YOUNGER!" West screamed, sending Toni and I into a fit out laughter.

The rest of the walk was me trying to get the name out of Antonio and Ludwig continuously yelling at me for trying to get the name out of Antonio. Just our normal walk to school.

"How much you wanna bet Francis is already in school?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Un montón de dinero," the Spaniard answered. "El chico es demasiado bueno."

"Ugh, you know I can barely understand Spanish," I said.

"Yes, I know. That's what makes it funny," chuckled Antonio.

I rolled my eyes. "Everyone loves to see me struggle, huh?"

"It's quite amusing," Ludwig said, randomly popping into the conversation.

"Aw yeah!" Antonio and Ludwig high-fived behind my back. "Ganging up on Gilgil is amusing!"

I huffed and speed walked ahead of my brother and so-called best friend. The school soon came into sight and I slowed down my pace.

"The bells about to ring!" West yelled as he ran right past me.

I looked back to see Antonio just walking calmly, like me. We were always late, so we didn't care. Ludwig was never late. And I stress never. I took my sweet time climbing up the stairs. Just as I reached the top, the bell rang. I went at an even slower pace, running my finger against the wall as I walked. Antonio had P.E first. I had Biology. Oh, joy to the world. When I finally decided to enter the room, Mr. Greenberg barely glanced at me.

"Decided to finally bless us with your presence, Mr. Beilschmidt?" he asked, probably marking me tardy.

"The awesome me has finally arrived!" I said and threw my hands into the air.

"Sit down, Beilschmidt." He turned back to write on the board. I took this chance to make faces at him. The whole class started giggling. Greenberg turned around and glared at me. I turned around and glared at the class. They all cracked up. As I was walking back to my desk, I noticed a new face staring at me with fascination. She had captivating green eyes and pale brown hair falling inches past her shoulders. She was wearing a green sweat jacket and short jeans. Yeah, I noticed all of this by one look. Our gazes seemed inseparable as I walked passed her desk. Even as I walked by, I turned my head to still look at her. She also turned in her seat to look at me. I sat at the empty table and continued to stare at her. Something just seemed different about her.

"Miss Héderváry, please turn around. I don't want you getting in trouble on your first day."

Much to my disappointment, she turned around. I leaned on my hand and stared at the back of her head. Heh, a newbie, huh? This'll be fun.

Elizabeta's POV

I watched the TV blaze on in front of me. I had woken up early out of anxiousness about my first day attending my new school. I had pulled on the first thing I saw (being a white spaghetti top, a green sweat jacket, and jean shorts) and instantly went to brush my hair. I brushed my teeth and plopped onto the couch to watch whatever shit I'm watching right now. Honestly, I don't even think I was paying attention.

When I glanced at the clock, I sighed and got up. Time to go to school. I grabbed my backpack off the table, checking to see if I had everything. I shoved my phone in my pocket and walked out to the sidewalk. Walking was healthy for you and my school wasn't that far. I noticed other teens walking like me, especially when I got to a stop light. It seemed like everyone walked, except for some lazy ones that drove past us in cars.

The school was right across the street now. For some reason, it just looked intimidating. Like one of those schools that just gives off a creepy feeling. When I got to the main stairwell, I could see this school was intimidating. Just like a regular high school, it was divided into groups. Punks, jocks, nerds, otaku (yeah…I know), everyone. I looked around in confusion. I had no idea where to go. I didn't know where the office was at all. I looked around for someone to possible tell me where to head.

"Uh, hey can you—"

"Could you be kind enough—"

"Please tell me—"

No matter who I tried to ask, they all ignored me. I sighed in defeat and headed to sit next to the stair case. I leaned on my hand and looked around. No one would help me. Welcome to high school.

"Hey, are you OK?"

I looked up to see a girl with short blond hair and an orange headband with bows on the side staring at me.

I gave her a small smile. "Just lost, is all."

Her face suddenly lit up. "Oh! Where do you need to go? Maybe I can help."

"The front office."

"It's this way!" she pulled me up and pulled me along with her. I stumbled a few times, but her grip was firm and held me up. Soon, we were entering a building in the west part of the school. She led me over to a long counter covered in paper with people behind it. She walked right up to counter and let my hand go.

"Can I help you?" asked a lady behind the desk.

"I'm, uh, a new student," I said.

"Your name?" she asked.

"Elizabeta Héderváry."

"What a pretty name!" the girl that led me here exclaimed.

I blushed and smiled. "Thanks."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Bella," she said with a warm smile.

"Here's your schedule, sweetie," said the lady.

She handed me a piece of paper. I gave a small thanks and walked out with Bella.

"Can I see your schedule?" Bella asked. I gave it to her and she read over it. She smiled. "We've got five classes together and lunch. Guess you'll have to survive without me for two periods."

I let out a little giggle.

"C'mon, we've got some time to kill. I'll show you around."

Bella led me to the front of the school. "You've got Biology first period which will be in building three, room 309, first floor, on your right. Ha ha, sucks for you. I've got Spanish which is over that way," she pointed toward some portables. "After that, we've got Calculus. I'll meet you in front of Biology and take you to Calculus."

I gave her a nod and stared at the building in front of me. It was swarming with teens just talking or trying to get to classes early.

"You'll do fine. You seem like a smart kid," Bella said as she placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks," I told her.

"No prob. See you after Biology, Liz."

I went rigid at the name. No one ever calls me that, not anymore, not after what happened.

"Are you OK with me calling you Liz?" Bella asked.

I gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, it's fine. It's just that no one's called me that in a while."

She let out a sigh of relief and started to walk away. "Bye."

"Bye."

I was just about to make my way over to Biology when Bella stopped me.

"Liz?"

I turned around to face her.

Bella's face was extremely serious. "There's a guy in your class. His name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. Watch out for him, OK? Whatever runs through you mind when you see him, especially if you feel attracted to him, ignore it. He's extremely dangerous. Stay away from him. You don't know half the damage he can cause when implied to." Her face turned cheerful. "Have a nice day!"

Thank you, Bella, for that motivational speech. How could this Gilbert kid be so bad (especially with a name like Gilbert)? I pushed that to the back of my mind and made my way to Biology.

306…307…308…309!

I walked inside to see a balding man in dress paints and a white undershirt with a black tie on. He also had glasses on the tip of his nose. He was glancing at his book as he wrote stuff out on the board.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

He looked up. "Can I help you?"

"I'm a new student."

He gave me a smile. "Welcome. Let me see your schedule." I handed it to him and he signed it. "Welcome to my class, Elizabeta. I'm Mr. Greenberg. Class will start soon, so why don't you take that seat near the window?"

I nodded in agreement (not like I'm gonna argue with the teacher) and walked over to the table he had pointed to. I set my stuff down and took out my book to read. The warning bell went off and some people got into the classroom moments later. Soon, the class was filled.

"Class, we have a new student." Mr. Greenberg looked at me. "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

"My name is Elizabeta," I said as everyone turned to look at me. I was instantly uncomfortable and looked away in embarrassment.

Mr. Greenberg turned to the attendance. My eyes went wide when we got to the "B's". "Beilschmidt? Is there some sort of miracle that you're here on time?"

The whole class laughed as he continued with the roll call. My hand tightened on the corner of the table. I was anxious to see what Gilbert looked like. I wanted to know why he was so dangerous Bella had to warn me. Even after attendance, Gilbert hadn't shown up. I was starting to doubt I'd get a glimpse of him today when someone opened the door. I looked up to see a guy with silver-gray hair walk up in.

"Decided to finally bless us with your presence, Mr. Beilschmidt?" Mr. Greenberg asked, barely looking at him.

"The awesome me has finally arrived!" he said and threw his hands into the air.

This guy was supposed to be dangerous? He looked more like the class clown…

"Sit down, Beilschmidt."

The teacher turned around and Gilbert started to make faces at him. The whole class giggled as I watched curiously. Mr. Greenberg turned back around and glared at him. Gilbert turned to glare at the class and they cracked up. He walked in my direction, his eyes suddenly focused on me. I felt my gaze based on him, too. As he got closer, I could see his eyes. They were red. I was so transfixed on him that I continued to look even as he passed my table. I turned in my seat to look at him as he sat down. He continued to look at me, too. There was something very different about him…

"Miss Héderváry, please turn around. I don't want you getting in trouble on your first day."

I turned around to look at the teacher. Now I knew what Bella meant. One look in the devilish red eyes and I knew this guy was trouble.

Uh, here are the translations:

Arschloch- (German) Asshole

Verdemmen sie- (German) Damn you

Arsch- (German) Ass

Mist- (German) Crap

Un montón de dinero. El chico es demasiado bueno - (Spanish) A lot of money. The guy is too good.

Wow, it's been a while since I've posted fanfiction. But now it is Hetalia, not CATS. I hope to have fun with this!

-Lurv LadyTeaze