Title: Bittersweet Exception

Genre: Drama/Humor/Romance

Rating: M

Pairings and Characters: Prussia/France, Prussia/Canada, Antonio/Lovino, Alfred/Arthur,France/Arthur,Seychelles, Ludwig/Feliciano, Russia/Canada.

Summary: Gilbert Beilschmidt is a student of Gakuen Hetalia, famous of his badassary and his so-called awesome, completely eccentric, self-centered and a playboy, he never believes about the crazy thing called 'love', not until Matthieu Williams came in to his life. Gilbert's problem? He fell unconditionally. A school romance between the infamous and nobody, the one causing problem is now facing a problem caused indirectly by the meek Canadian. A comedy romance

A/N: My first romance fanfic and a long one. I hope you guys like this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Bittersweet Exception

Black Curtain

Every struggle is recognizable with the sight. There is a pack of dynamite waiting forebodingly. A match is struck and touched to the end of the long fuse. Slowly the flame eats its way along the wire. Paralyzed with fear, he follows its progress toward the explosives.

Attempts have been made to stop the blast but to no avail. In a few moments, so to speak, the earth will be rocked by the powerful explosion, and the world will be staggered by the figures of the dead and dying.

With that thought, everyone left the perimeters with haste, except him…

"WEST!" Prussia screamed after the detonation, the massive former personification who had already killed six men this cold night-three with a pistol hidden under his coat and three with his hands alone, he was staggering away from the thick collision of the two buildings as it falls. No one had heard them. The bodies were left in shadows.

The sky was lit at uneven intervals by waste-gas fires, and the air was foul with the stink of petroleum distillates: aviation kerosene, gasoline, diesel fuel, benzene, nitrogen tetroxide for intercontinental missiles, lubricating oils of various grades, and complex petrochemicals identified only by their alphanumeric prefixes.

He approached the brick-walled, windowless building then lean his back against the cold concrete right next to the broken door. Pistol in his hand he gripped it firmly before he take a quick look if the site is clear. "Scheiße…" the albino curses with his thick German after discovering that the building is heavily guarded, he needs to save him, West, his younger brother. And alone.

The crashing sound of a hand grenade announced another move by the Prussian, returned fire, and the screams of dying men nearly equaled the earsplitting fire-alarm. He hurried over to the corner. The floor there was slick with blood. He opened the door to the electrical fuse box, flipped the main circuit breaker, and then fired his pistol into the box. Whoever tried to set things aright would also have to work in the dark.

The albino leaped around the lower landing and his first burst tore the rifle from the enemy's bloodless hands. Two hand grenades arched through the air as the personification disappeared back around the corner.

There was no place-and no reason-to run.

Gilbert cringes when a beam of light peek through his close curtains, he groaned as if it stings, not that his a vampire or anything. Turning to his side before he stirs, fluttering his eyes to open halfway. Today will be his first day, another year for the Awesome to display his… well, awesome and sexiness at school.

That dream again…

"Gilbo! We're going to be late!"

"Ja… I'm up… I'm up." He yawned. Sitting up then dangle a leg to the end of his bed, brushing his messy snow-silver hair with his pale hand. "Do you always have to yell Anton-." He yawned again.

"Si, Si! Especially that my roommate is a complete sleepy head, you sleep like a log. Now hurry up!"

I don't like… riding the bus in the morning…

Matthieu said silently in his head, he always detest taking the train because of the crowd, no one notice him actually but the thought of being knocked around then receive no apology starts to get in his nerves. I should have told Alfred to wait… He sighed, hugging the book he bought at the station awhile ago close to his chest. Its no use… that stupid brother… he always leaves me behind…

"I want to go to a group date!"

"What's so fun about that?"

"Come on, Romano will be there! He'll be bringing some friends! It will be a partido inmenso!"

So… Loud…

"Antonio the last time you drag me in to this 'so-called group date' I almost died after knowing that you invited old ladies!"

The bronze skinned man laugh like there's no tomorrow.

Headache...

"Gilbert, what have you been looking all this time? Is it a beautiful Senorita? Ah! Must be a tomato princess!"

Gilbert grins while holding up his camera, staring at the LCD screen; he has been watching a certain person for a while now, taking pictures not-so-secretly. "Geez, you're pathetic, Tonio!"

He laughs.

Snap! Matthieu shoot a glare towards those loud-mouths which made the guy to cry out and almost drop his valuable camera. "AHHH! That scared me! He suddenly turned around!" Matthieu looks away.

"What? Let me see, don't be selfish!"

"Right…"

"You mean... That guy with glasses?" Matthieu stiffened after he heard 'glasses' afterward, very cautiously, glances around to see if there are other people wearing goggles aside him. Returning his stare to the train door, he gulped. He has no eyeglasses buddy in this ride.

"Boo-ring~ and I got excited for nothing, its just some short sighted guy." Antonio muttered but then bawls out. "Hey! Four-eyed guy! Hello~! Oh Dios! Over here! Hmm... No good he's not responding."

What the hell... what does he want? He's… being so loud...

"Aha! They called him four-eyed guy." A girl exclaimed, the one standing behind him.

"They must be talking about that guy," Says the other one, whispering but loud enough for Matthieu to hear.

"Isn't he from 'A' class? What's his name again? Whatever, how embarrassing." Then the rest of the students in the train laugh.

In that moment, Matthieu wishes that he could go invincible again; thanks to that loud mouth everyone is noticing him, worst, making fun of.

Staring down to his feet, he let out a sigh. Well, excuse me for wearing glasses! He screamed in his head.

This is the reason why I hate riding train or bus in the mornings… It gets crammed, and once they get off the train, the strong smell of their cologne is nauseating… And lately…

Matthieu glances to those idiots again. These bunches of idiots has been riding the train too- The albino caught his glance, giving the blond a smirk and even wave a hand.

Ack! Alright, I'll pretend I didn't see that... its not like our eyes will meet again… and I'll make sure it doesn't. He then flips the book open.

"Do you like that book?" Someone whispered close to his ear which caused the Canadian to turn and he regretted it.

Pale skin, blood-red eyes- Matthieu's violet ones widen.

Wha?

"I have that same book; Takashi Amano's pictures are great, aren't they?"

W-Why is he talking to me?

The albino winked then those pale lips crook up to smirk.

And why am I turning red?

With a loud screech cause by the gradual stop of the train, Matthieu stagger down, he tried to seize on his poise but his knee gave in, reason for the blond to lose his balance.

Just like in the soap opera which Matthieu watch every evening, well, whenever Alfred isn't around, which is quite a lot (you know, partying and hanging out with friends, but anyway) Yeah, exactly in the romance scene, the snow-silver haired ruffian catches before he fall completely to hit the metallic floor, doing an obvious position when a pair do a last pose after dancing a long, tiring waltz.

"Should I say… watch out?" the man chuckled; it was already too late to warn him.

Matthieu's hands balled to a fist, clenching the book tight while drawing it closer to his chest, he's been holding his breath for a good reason- the guy's face is close to his.

This will be the first time that someone holds him like this, moreover, having someone lean so close, almost to a kiss, well, he never had his first kiss but still this is too fucking close like one! Matthieu gulped, heavily, needlessly, desperately!

"Wow! You're light."

'Next stop is Gakuen Hetalia High'

The door opened, Matthieu pushes the man away then scurry out. "Hey your book!" but the blond quickly vanishes in to the crowd.

"What's wrong amigo?"

"The tomato princess runs away."

"Huh?"

A/N: Alright~ Done with Chapter 1. Feel free to whine about this shit or correct my awesome grammar. Review will be much appreciated cuties.