Gakuen Hetalia! ~Romance Edition~

Title: Gakuen Hetalia! ~Love Edition~
Author: TheLadyGrey + Frau's Bug
Rating: M
Anime: Hetalia! Axis Powers
Genre: Romance/Humour/Drama/AU
Summary: Its the summer of their youth. Two girls will find themselves. In the heat of their growth two boys will become two men. A tale of romance, humor, tragedy and...sex?! Gakuen Hetalia! Romance Edition.

Chapter IV: Happiness


It had been roughly four days and Mateline had slowly recovered from her cold, shuffling happily with Feliciana. There was still a week until the dance that the school was holding and both girls were avidly discussing the dresses they wanted to wear.

'Vee~ Do you think Ludovigo will like me in a yellow summer dress~?' asked Feliciana shyly, a bounce in her step. Mateline giggled and nodded, knowing Ludwig would like Feliciana in anything.

'I can't believe I passed that math test with an A~' chirped out the airy happy girl that made the Canadian laugh a little.

'I'm sure it had something to do with Ludwig' she answered softly. Feliciana smiled happily, clapping her hands. 'Mmmhmm~'

Ludwig sighed, wincing as he knocked on the Biology teacher's door. "Mr. Jones... your... uh, Mrs. Kirkland needs to speak to you about..."

"Don't water it down, Weilschmidt," came the snarl of a very pregnant, very angry British woman as she stormed past the German and up to her husband. "You took all of my finished potions for your little lab experiments!" She pointed toward a lab table whereupon her experiments did indeed stand.

Alfred jumped up, quickly rushing up to his lover and kissing the woman all over her face, cuddling her and giving her a questioning look.

'What are you talking about Iggy~?' he asked carrying the very pregnant woman over to his seat and sitting her down to gently rock her and ease her off her swollen ankles. He sat down on his knees, kissing the ankles, knowing the woman would enjoy the attention more then she let on.

And though enjoy it she did, she would not let this deter her, no sir. "You're not a chemist, nitwit! I need that for class! Which begins..." she checked her watch, "...in five minutes!" Igiko frowned in what she hoped was a convincing manner. "I have students to teach!"

'Cancel then baby!' begged Alfred, desperately kissing up her swollen ankles and reaching her leg, kissing it all over, before reaching her knee and giving it a teasing bite. It'd been a few months since they'd actually 'consummated' their love and he was about to burst with need.

'Come on' he growled softly, looking up at the woman with his cerulean blue eyes, trying to tempt his wife into a little 'playtime' which they were in dire need of.

She couldn't help but feel those eyes shoot right through her before she looked pointedly at the door toward a very present, very frozen and awkward-looking Ludwig.

Alfred turned his head to stare at Ludwig with a pleasant grin. 'Hey, Mr.President, tell the students of Iggy's class it's been canceled' he mumbled, kissing Igiko with every word, hands running up her legs, inching higher into her thighs and slowly pulling at the bottom of the woman's panties.

'What do you say Iggy?' he murmured, slipping off his glasses and loosening his tie.

Ludwig hastily departed, his cheeks stained the brightest red as he stumbled to the classroom as directed.

Igiko grumbled under her breath and pretended as though she wasn't very pink around the edges, leaning over with great difficulty and sliding her hands over Alfred's shoulders to link behind his neck. "I think I may be to enormous for what you have in mind," she mumbled, pulling him up for a kiss.

'Impossible' murmured Alfred, smiling against her lips, arms trailing behind the rounded woman and slowly undoing the buttons to her dress, smirking as he felt bare skin beneath his hands. Trailing his lips over Igiko's lips, down her jaw and chin, going to her neck and suckling at the skin of her taught throat with a pleasant sound.

'No bra?' he asked smirking.

She shuddered a little, her brows knitting. "My... well, they've swollen a bit, and I haven't had time to shop for any new ones and... and shut up!" Igiko slid her calf down his side, moving her toes slowly over the front of his pants and gently curling against crotch.

Alfred let out a soft groan, trailing sloppy wet kisses down his wife's pale skin, sliding her dress straps down her arms, revealing said swollen breast and groaning as he cupped them both with his hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples.

'They sensitive?' he cooed out, pulling his hands away to slip off his tie and unbutton his shirt, leaning over Igiko's stomach to kiss the woman.

She gave a tiny whimper and shivered, her toes curling again of her own pleasure. "W-well, it's been so long..." Igiko cradled his head, tilting her own to deepen his kisses.

'Too long' responded Alfred in the kiss, hands on either side of Igiko, stroking the sides of her face before slipping down to once again cup and fondle her breast, teasing her pink and sensitive buds into full peak, chuckling at how cute they looked in his hands, swollen and filling with milk.

Her hips shifted and Igiko tangled her fingers in his golden hair, spreading her legs a little wider. (Thank goodness her American husband had been adamant to get a large chair for his workspace.) She hummed in agreement in the back of her throat and sweeping her tongue inside of his overused mouth.

Grinding his hips against her pelvis, Alfred growled his tongue slipping inside Igiko's and sweeping all over her sweet mouth, pulling away panting and reaching to unbutton his pants, a dark blonde treasure trail that crawling from under his belly button down to his pubic hair leading a wonderfully clear trail, showing that Alfred had not bothered to wear boxers underneath his tight jeans.

'You look beautifully Igiko' he said kissing the woman deeply again.

She whimpered, having missed that glorious package for so long. And he was being so sweet, so attentive, that she couldn't help but brush the hair from his forehead gently and move back against him to the best of her ability.

"Wouldn't have it, nmm... w'thout you," she murmured into his mouth, placing his hands on her belly.

Alfred groaned and rubbed Igiko's belly, kissing her stomach lovingly, whispering sweet nothings to her belly before pulling his hands to slip them between her dresses hem to pull off her panties, licking his lip with a sexy smile as he reached a finger to gently swipe against Igiko's moist lips.

'Man...I can't wait till she's born. She's going to be just as beautiful as you' he mumbled, feeling his cock twitch as he pulled his finger back with a glimmering liquid, licking it and tasting her musky sweetness.

Igiko watched him through eyes hooded with lust, her heat throbbing almost painfully. "He," she corrected halfheartedly, curling her fingers around his hand and pulling it from his lips, bringing it to her own. Her little pink tongue darted out to the tip.

'Fuck...I-Igiko, I can't hold back if you do cute and sexy things like that.' answered Alfred huskily, taking his hand back and kneeling on the grown once more to lift the hem of Igiko's dress to look at her warm and moist womanhood, purring at the pink organ and smelling the musky scent of his wife.

'Looks yummy' he said licking his lips and leaning forward to lap at her sweet nectar, cock dribbling precum in his pants.

She whined, tilting her head back. Her thighs trembled. "A-Alfred..!" Igiko's fingers tightened in his hair and she made a noise as the child inside of her began to assault her lower abdomen. She choked, an odd combination of a laugh and a moaning whimper. "H..he's saying hello.."

But with the second kick she shook her head. "Or 'get on with it!'"

Alfred chuckled and shoved his tongue into his wife's eager entrance, reaching a finger to pinch her clit and roll it between his thumb and forefinger, making sure to pay attention to Igiko's reactions.

She slapped her hands over her mouth to hold back a scream, moaning tearfully. Her hips jerked, and her inner fold wept at the attention she had so long foregone.

Alfred loved the way she clenched around just his tongue and he lapped at the excess sweetness that her heated organ secreted, flicking her clit and rubbing it in a torturous pattern.

She came so quickly it shocked her system, sending a jolt through her entire body that rushed through every time his tongue assaulted her. But she yearned for fulfillment and whimpered, leaning her head against the back of his chair. "Alfred," she whimpered softly, breath coming out in short pants, cheeks a dusty pink.

'Fuck, Igiko I can't wait' Alfred stood up, slipping his pants down, pumping his cock and slicking it up with his precum, shivering and gently tilting Igiko's hips to get her comfortable and slowly pushed just the mushroom head of his manhood into her.

She did her best to slide her weakened arms around his shoulders, spreading her legs and whispering in his ear to urge him to continue.

Alfred groaned and pushed in completely, sighing as he felt her velvety soft walls tight around his hard cock and he gave her kisses, pressing against her lovingly, chuckling a little at her pregnant stomachs pleasant pressure on his hard abdomens.

'Baby, I missed this' he answered honestly to her sweet nothings.

She cursed, bright red in euphoria and clenched around that delicious length. "Brilliant," she gasped, arching slightly and skimming her teeth along his collar, suckling on her husband's clavicle.

'Fuck...you're so hot baby' he answered, pulling out and pushing in slowly. 'So good....' his hands gently cradled Igiko's hips lovingly, setting a slow rhythm at first and speeding up, slowly trying to pleasure his wife with care, love, and hot sex.

Though she adored him and secretly loved the consideration he took for her, at the moment she was far too randy to allow for patient lovemaking, and hooked her ankles above his waist, trailing her tongue along the shell of his ear. "Why are you being so slow when you're so hard and I'm so hot for you?" she whispered, tightening her walls around him.

'Well fuck, if that's the case' growled Alfred, pushing Igiko's legs off of him and spreading her legs wide, growling and slamming his cock deep withing the woman's hot body, blue eyes wild and gleaming with primal need.

She bit back a cry, tightening her hold around his shoulders and flashing him with her own carnal glare. "Don't be a girl, I know you can do better," she taunted, rising to meet him (and only half succeeding, what with the incredible girth separating their bodies, but it was a decent effort nonetheless).

'Stop being such a...ah' he groaned and tried to angle himself so that he could spear his erection deeply into the woman's sweet spot, brushing it with one thrust and trying again and again to make his wife cum, sweat glistening on his body.

She tossed her head back, moving her hips erratically against his, panting and moaning softly, nails biting into his back. "Yes, Alfred, yes, there ooh!" And she could have wept for the sensations he was driving into her, but instead she claimed his mouth hungrily, messily.

Alfred released her legs and crushed her into a hug; continuously pushing into Igiko's willing body, pounding into her and kissing the woman senseless.

She tried to keep as quiet as possible but could not put a stop to the rising pitch of her quiet whimpers as she reached her second peak. Her voice was high and rushed as she cried into his mouth, "Faster! Nngh, faster Alfred, I'm--!"

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' cried out Alfred feeling her clench around him and groaning as he released his seed deep into her womb. He pulled out his slicked organ groaning and kissing his wife lovingly, grabbing a tissue from his desk, wiping his cock clean and taking another, wrapping it around his limp member, kneeling again on the ground and dipping his head in to suck at his wife's open and stretched womanhood, cleaning her sensually.

Sitting up, Alfred smiled at Igiko drying her and then zipping up his pants, he reached to pick up his shirt and buttoning up his shirt. After fixing himself, he gently removed his jacket from Igiko for a moment to properly dress her, slipping the jacket back on her.

'She's happy, just like mommy' answered the man kissing his British wife.

She couldn't even muster the engergy to roll her eyes, allowing him to kiss her before her head slid to his shoulder tiredly. "Mummy's happy until she aches," she mumbled, nuzzling his shoulder with her cheek until she was comfortable.

'Aaw, I'll massage you where-ever you ache baby' answered Alfred grinning, looking up when there was a knock on the door. Narrowing his eyes, Alfred knew instantly that annoying knock was signaling an equally annoying French man.

'What do you want Francis?' he called out, in answer for Francis to open the door.

The Frenchman peeked in, his cheeks puffed up in a pout. "If you know it is me, why do you speak in such a tone?" It only took a minute for him to realize that something was wrong when Igiko was in the same vicinity and he wasn't being verbally or physically attacked. Francis soaked in the messy state of both their heads of hair, lingering flushes on their faces, wrinkled clothing fitted against an exhausted-looking woman who was normally impeccable, and the irritable nature of such a cheerful man and decided that either they had been in a wretched fight or he'd just walked in on the aftermath of some fantastic sex. And judging by the musky scent that permeated the air, he doubted it was the former.

'Because I can't help it if your sucky French self annoys me' answered Alfred in a tone that plain out spelled it that Francis annoyed him. He protectively clutched his wife, looking at Francis through suspicious eyes.

'What did you need anyways?'

Francis tweaked the younger man's nose out of spite and flipped his hair. "I saw a classroom full of monkeys that the Mademoiselle was supposed to be instructing and thought I should come and tell her that Ludwig was taken captive and no longer has control of the situation."

Igiko cursed, using Alfred's shoulders as a balance to help her stand.

'Who the hell managed to take him captive?!' asked Alfred gritting his teeth and helping his wife up, sulking at the Frenchman resentfully.

Francis raised a delicate eyebrow. "Who else would manage the task but his brother and lover?"

'Nu-uh! Feliciana's a good girl! Plus, she's always with my sweet baby sister Mateline!' complained Alfred leading Igiko slowly, making sure she was comfy and regretting how he had earlier made rough love to her.

Igiko patted Alfred's arm, assuring him that she was fine and began the walk to her classroom, mustering all the holy fury she could into that little body of hers (which was actually quite a lot, despite the wincing and discomfort in her lower back).

Francis held back with Alfred, shaking his head. "Non, your sister is very much alone in the room. She was the only civilized creature in that zoo, reading her texts and taking notes."

'Then where is Feliciana? She's always with Mattie....something must be wrong. Is...did someone hurt Mattie!?' Alfred shook with fury, taking a rare serious look on his features, seeming to ponder why her sister wouldn't be with her Italian roommate and cursing when he came up with none.

'I, Mattie's told me all that's gone on these days...what's wrong?'

Francis placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, big brother, nothing is wrong. Mateline has told me that she is over her cold. I'm sure Feliciana saw Ludwig and made the ambush on impulse. It involves both Ludwig and Feliciana, so it was only natural that Gilbert would be involved."

'Mattie....' Alfred sigh pushing his glasses up and rubbing his eyes. 'She's...sometimes I worry. She's lonely, no matter what I do. Like right now. Soon, Feliciana will have Ludwig on her arm and then what? Mattie won't hang out with them unless they ask her and she'll be too shy to tell them when she want's to because she doesn't want to ruin their love time....this stinks' being a big-brother with no parents was hard, and worrying about a beautiful young woman was taking its toll on Alfred, sometimes Igiko would have to tell Alfred about what he was doing for his sister in order for the other to cheer up.

Francis nodded, sighing a bit himself. "I do not think you will have to worry too much, oui? You forget; though Feliciana sees nothing but Ludwig when he is around, when he is not she is stuck to Mateline like adhesive. Not only are they roomates, but their schedules are coincidentally very similar, and Ludwig is... well, far, far out of Feliciana's class range." He smiled consolingly. "Not only that, but she has her brother and sister to rely on, aside from her friends and admirers."

At the words, admirers Alfred turned into a statue, staring blankly into space before turning over to Francis with a horrifying smile. 'Admirers?'

Francis stiffened a bit, realizing quickly that he was treading on thin ice. Slowly, carefully, he said, "... Oui. Those who admire her for her academic prowess or her kindness." Or her cuteness was left unspoken, though it hung so obviously in the air above their heads.

That didn't make anything better and Alfred had pulled out his cellphone quicker than any normal person should be able too, preparing to call the CIA. 'My sisters virtue!' he screamed out with an insane smile, eyes black. 'Ahahahahahaha! Just wait until I rouse the troops!' he cried out the cellphone shaking in his hand as he attempted to dial the number.

There was a soft sound behind Alfred and suddenly, an almost twin, but not really blonde stood next to him, small and shy, yet with an endearingly loving smile that showed none of the normal hesitance or awkwardness present when speaking to others. 'Brother....Alf, I'm fine' she said and Alfred jumped dropping his phone and turning to hug his sister tightly.

'Baby doll, what about Igiko, is she fine?' he asked kissing Mateline's forehead, making the girl giggle. 'She's fine~' she answered softly, looking at Francis and waving to him from within her brothers hold.

'Bonjour' she said softly, turning her attention back to her brother.

He smiled softly at that, nearly jealous. He hadn't been that close to any of his siblings in years, despite the fact that he, too, was the doting eldest child. And no one at the academy would call him "big brother" like he constantly asked...

"I will see you in class," he informed the girl, and, assuming he'd been dismissed, turned to go.

'Hey Francis, I actually wanna ask you something' muttered Alfred, happily kissing on Mateline's forehead, making the girl giggle more at her brothers love and affection.

'Mattie's in need of some dancing lessons. I'd ask Fabio' 'Antonio big brother' 'but his girlfriend would kill me. So, do you think you can help me out? I'll stop trying to kill you if you do' answered Alfred grinning and pinching Mateline's cheek, having his pinched in return.

Francis glanced back, raising his eyebrows and wondering why Alfred just assumed he could dance. Or rather, how he knew that Francis could.

"Je serais très heureux de vous enseigner," he said for Mateline's benifit, smiling at her before turning his gaze to Alfred. "Certainly, depending on the dance you believe I should teach."

'Well, what the heck was with that French fu-''Big brother!''-cking up my American English?' asked Alfred twitching, whining when Mateline pinched his arm. 'Ooow! Ok, I'm sorry....anyways...what do you dance at...well, proms?' asked Alfred scratching his head. 'I never really cared about 'em, only went to see my baby' he said grinning smugly.

'The waltz please' answered Mateline shyly, looking down while still huddled against Alfred.

Francis nodded. "I can certainly teach you la valse ," he assured with a smile. "Write me your schedule so I know when you are free and we will plan accordingly. If you will excuse me, I have papers to grade."

'Merci' Mateline bowed her head to Francis, taking out a new pink notepad that her brother had gotten for her and wrote down her schedule on the lacy looking paper, handing it to the man before chattering with her brother about taking her out to buy a cute dress for prom.

'Eeeh?! But...but' Alfred was a jealous brother and didn't want her to be pretty! 'Big brother....please?' asked the Canadian girl, her violet eyes glimmering wide with hope.

Francis patted the elder brother on the shoulder and gave him a pitious look. "She would be adorable regardless of what she wore. Thank you, Ms. Williams." And he departed, leaving the girl to coerce her brother into something expensive and glamorous.

Alfred caved and nodded, grinning when Mateline gave him a happy kiss and telling the man she was heading towards the library to study for her upcoming tests. Alfred smiled and watched her before scratching his blond mop and spotting Kiku, along with Heracles.

'Hey!' he cried out smiling and waving at both boys. Heracles gave Alfred his lazy smile also waving and following Kiku up to the American male.

Kiku inclined his head politely, looking a little flushed and concerned. "Good afternoon, sir. I thought you might like to know that Mrs. Jones is, erm..." He glanced at Heracles. "Well, she said not to ask for you, but... Ms. Vargas and the student council President are taking care of her, but we thought perhaps you'd like to know that she overexerted herself..."

Alfred looked like Kiku just ripped his heart out and he gave the Japanese boy a hug, forgetting that he was invading the boys personal space. 'Thank you! I'll go after her right now!' he said jogging away.

Heracles laughed softly watching the American man run, before looking at Kiku with his trademark look. 'Say, Kiku....would you like to eat with me?' asked Heracles chuckling, before noticing Sadiq was approaching, seeming to have spotted the petite Japanese male. 'Oh...its'

'Kiku!' called out Sadiq grinning as he stepped in front of the dark haired boy, pulling off his theater mask that he usually wore, considering he was the drama teachers favorite and best student. 'Wanna grab....oh, its you' growled out Sadiq, dragging Kiku close to himself, of course Heracles was not having this and he reached over to pull Kiku close as well, both males crushing Kiku between themselves in their attempt in getting the Japanese student close to themselves.

Kiku was frozen in place, not quite sure what to do with himself at all the attention. It was quite overwhelming, after all. But he quickly registered a familiar face in the nearby vicinity-- one that could possibly come to his aid. "Y-Yao," he called, albeit quietly. The tall Russian beside the Chinese boy looked up at the scene as they strolled by. "Ah~ Hello!"

Heracles stepped away from Kiku, forcing Sadiq who still was trying to pull Kiku against himself to stagger a bit, pulling the boy close and blushing. He sputtered a little, apologizing to the Japanese male, pulling down his mask to hid his blush and let out a 'Stupid Grecian' as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking at Yao and Ivan.

Ivan gave everyone his childish smile, cradling Yao's hand in his. 'How is everyone~?' he asked, his thick Russian accent lingering in every syllable he uttered.

"I'm... well," Kiku answered quietly.

Yao caught Kiku's desperate look and smiled. "Would you like to come eat lunch with us, aru? We're going off campus."

Kiku shuffled on his feet, glancing toward his Mediteranean and Middle Eastern friends, torn between the desperation of leaving and being too polite to do so.

Sadiq saw Kiku's desperate look and felt a little hurt, mumbling that he had to get to theater anyways and fix up the Auditorium for the prom anyways, stalking off, leaving Heracles who watched Sadiq before smiling at Kiku.

'I suppose we could do something later' he answered also walking off, yawning a little and meeting up with Gupta, the Egyptian boy who rarely spoke and walking off with him. Ivan gave a little giggle and looked at Kiku.

'You are shy, da?'

Kiku did not know how to respond, and cleared his throat daintily behind his hand. "I suppose," he said, offering the Russian a small smile. Then he turned his eyes to the boy who had always been like a brother to him. "Thank you."

"Sure thing, aru. But haven't I always taught you to stand up for yourself, Kiku?" He pinched the other's cheeks lightly.

'You don't like their attentions, da? I think it's nice to have someone like you' answered Ivan, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek, giggling. 'Isn't that right Yao?' he smiled at the other boy happily.

Yao's expression immediately became flushed and he looked away to hide his red cheeks. "I-if you say so," he mumbled. Kiku brought his hand to his mouth, pretending to cough to hide his smile.

"It would be nicer if they would warn me ahead of time," he confessed, though in his heart he was mostly interested in their tsuntsun (only a little dere) relationship with each other.

'I think...that Yao's little brother is a pervert' answered Ivan giggling. 'If they were to both ask you out, or to share you, which one would you most likely accept? Or...do you want both? You are a pervert, Yao is too, da?' asked Ivan smiling at both Asian's.

"Aiya!!" Yao cried, gently punching Yao's shoulder, the red on his cheeks creeping to his ears. "What are you saying?? You're the perverse one!"

Kiku's mind broke. I've been discovered!?

'I am? I didn't know Yao knew me so well! I must celebrate. I'll tell Toris, and' Ivan giggled, having the gall to blush at Yao's words and smiled at Kiku, with an almost knowing look. 'You must be pretty mean then, da? Hurting that boy from the Ottoman Empire'

"N-no!" Kiku reacted, flinching at the Russian's comment. "I just... have no romantic interest in either of them. Their red threads are not for me."

'Then...could it be Alfred F. Jones, da?' asked Ivan, eyes wide with curiosity.

"Eh?" Kiku scratched his cheek. "No, they each hold the other's red thread. Can't you tell?" He looked to Yao for support.

Ivan didn't looked convinced. 'I don't see their red-thread. Maybe it is because I am Russian, da' pondered Ivan looking to Yao so that the other boy could confirm Kiku's theory being correct or incorrect. Ivan believed anything his pretty Yao said, because he loved the boy that much.

Yao looked up at Ivan and gave the childish boy a little smile. "I'm... not sure either. But Kiku is very adamant about these things, and he's usually very insightful when it comes to relationships, so I would trust him, aru."

Kiku blushed a little at the compliments.

'If you say so, then it is true!' exclaimed Ivan smiling at his boyfriend and giving him another peck. 'Let's get some food, da? I'm hungry!' he chirped tugging Yao gently along with him, grabbing Kiku's hand and making to head off campus.

A little ways were Gilbert, Feliciana, and Ludwig, who obviously were discussing something along the academic lines, which was making Feliciana pout and Gilbert whine.

'You have such a stick up that ass! I bet its a diploma!' Gilbert was dangling from behind Ludwig, looking at his brother with a look that clearly said this wasn't the kind of things you talk to about with a cute Italian girl. Feliciana sighed and tapped her pencil against her notepad, wishing Ludwig would give her even a slight hint of recalling the promise he had made to take her to the prom if she passed her math test with a 'B'. She'd done even better and got an 'A'!

"Don't be vulgar, Bruder," Ludwig said sternly, pushing his reading glasses further up the bridge of his nose. Not glancing up from his papers, he turned half of his attention to the girl sighing beside him. "Is something the matter, Feliciana?"

'V-Vee~? No! Nothing!' she stammered shyly, looking down at her notepad and doodling a little drawing in the notes she had taken down. Gilbert knew though and snorted. 'Feliciana got an A in math' he answered grinning and looking at the blushing girl, who didn't look up.

Ludwig, however, did, shifting his surprised eyes from his brother to Feliciana. "Did you really?"

'Oh...uh...Well...yes' chirped out Feliciana, cheeks pink and smiling sweetly at the German boy, happy that Gilbert had brought up what she was too embarrassed to bring up. 'I tried my best'

He was pleased that she had done so well and his facial features softened into a little smile. Ludwig placed his hand atop her head. "Well done, Feliciana."

Feliciana looked up and blushed prettily, breaking out into the sweetest smile, that even Gilbert shook at the cuteness of it and he absolutely adored cute things like Ludwig, and Gilbird! 'So cute' he cooed out tearing up.

Ludwig thought so too, but he was much less vocal about it. Rather, he cleared his throat, removing his hand. "I suppose I'll need to keep my end of the bargain, won't I?"

Feliciana took Ludwig's hand back and nodded, happily fluttering her eyes at Ludwig. 'Yes, so, what do you think I should wear? I just bought this really adorable yellow sundress. Oh! It'd match your hair~ Which is looking so pretty today too Ludovigo~<3' she chirped out, spotting Mateline who was walking down towards them and waved.

'Matea~' she cooed out happily standing and hugging the blonde Canadian. Mateline smiled and hugged her friend, greeting Ludwig and giving Gilbert a hug.

'Hello Gilbert, Ludwig, Feliciana. What are you guys up to?' asked Mateline, sitting down next to Gilbert, making Feliciana sit closer to Ludwig. It didn't seem like the Italian girl minded to much, instead shyly telling Ludwig about what her dress would look like, and asking him if he would like that dress on her.

'Well, Feliciana is making googly eyes at my cute littler brother. What about you?' asked Gilbert grinning at Mateline, who giggled at the other male and indeed agree that Ludwig was 'cute' though not in the fashion Gilbert used it.

'Well, I was just trying to get my big brother to allow me to buy a dress for the dance.' she answered smiling. 'Also, I was studying for the upcoming tests in French and in Occult sciences' she added.

Ludwig lightly squeezed her fingers and spoke quietly. "I think you would look nice in yellow, if that's what you want."

'I want to look pretty for Ludovigo~' answered Feliciana, tangling her fingers with Ludwig and leaning in close, almost as if for a kiss. Mateline blushed at that and turned her face away, blinking as she saw the lovely Miss Seychelles walk by her and smiled a little at the Canadian girl. Mateline smiled back, lowering her eyes shyly to the other woman, making Gilbert look at her for a moment. It seemed to him as though the girl felt inadequate. This displeased the albino boy a little, so he tilted her head up grinning. 'Hey now, she's just a teacher! Not a queen!' he said, giving the woman a smug look. 'I think you look twice as pretty' he said loudly.

Seychelles looked confused for a moment, then frowned at what Gilbert said. She looked Mateline over, feeling a little self-conscious. Mateline had beautiful flaxen blond hair and violet eyes, fair pink skin, and the most cute little button nose that she had seen on a female.

Ludwig sensed Gilbert stirring up confrontation and immediately snapped to attention. "Ms. Seychelles, is there anything I can help you with?" he asked, standing.

'What? Oh Ludwig!' Seychelles smiled gently at the German boy and looked over her files, searching for something before handing it to him. 'I was talking to the headmaster of the school, well 'headmasters' and they have said that my idea of suggesting the pairs for dance was a good idea, that way none of the students are left outcasted' she said giving him the sheet. 'We'll raffle the names of the student and whoever you get is your partner!'

Feliciana's smile vanished a little, instead it was strained version of what it was earlier. That meant....Ludovigo would probably not be her partner. She stood up and excused herself, quickly walking away from the table and not looking back, though Mateline noticed the girls tense shoulders and she too stood up. 'Excuse me too' she said to Ludwig and Gilbert, quickly walking away.

'That's stupid!' complained Gilbert hanging from Ludwig's back, frowning at the teacher. 'I mean, it isn't fair is it? What if Yao and Ivan want to dance together? Or Rovina and Antonio? Heck, I'm pretty sure Rovina would have a right fit at that! I don't want to wind up dancing with Natalia! She always threatens me? What if my little brother winds up with that pervert from South Korea with the man-breast complex?! Im Soo? is that it?! Lud! Tell her it's stupid!' whined Gilbert hugging his larger brother tightly, pouting and getting teary eyed.

Ludwig looked down at the papers with furrowed brows. "It makes perfect sense, ma'am... It's a fine system in theory. But logically, students won't like it. Students prefer the free will that comes with choosing a partner for such an important event. To be honest, I doubt even the students that aren't currently spoken for will like this idea."

'O-Oh...Well..' Seychelles bit her lower lip, looking at the sheet and then at Ludwig and Gilbert sheepishly. 'The...headmasters already approved though...it's to be announced tomorrow' she stammered out, watching Gilbert's red eyes narrow dangerously as he jumped off from his brother and silently fumed as he walked away from the woman before he said anything he regretted. 'I-I'm sorry' stammered Seychelles looking at Ludwig.

Ludwig shook his head. "Certainly not. If you suggested it, you can always change your mind. I suggest you tell them soon for your own favor. I'll accompany you."

'Thank you' answered Seychelles smiling nervously, but  shaking her head no. 'But you should go comfort your girlfriend' she stammered out, bowing a little and taking the paper back, quickly turning around to make her way back to the eccentric headmasters' office.

Ludwig checked his watch, sighing. The bell was about to ring to signal the beginning of class, and he certainly wasn't going to be truant to speak to Feliciana when he knew he was going to do so regardless after school. He made his way briskly to class, removing the cell from his pocket and texting her to do well in class.

Feliciana ignored his text, telling Mateline that she was fine and that her friend should go to class. Mateline nodded, looking at Gilbert who smiled and just waved her off with a 'I don't have class this period block' and comforting his friend.

Mateline made her way to class, making it just before the bell rang and getting into her seat, sighing and taking out her pink notebook, and a pencil to write down the notes for this class for Feliciana. She looked up at the board, making sure to write down everything she saw, before turning her attention to Francis, as he began the class.

Francis pretended not to take notice of Mateline's near tardy, getting into his lesson. After assigning the class a practice quiz, he subtly walked by the Canadian's desk and let a folded piece of paper land atop all else with instructions on when to meet him today and the upcoming weekend for her lessons.

Mateline discreetly read the note, tucking it away with much care into her small bag, continuing her practice test, finishing first and checking her work before turning it over and writing down some more notes on her pad, looking up contemplatively, feeling a little bad for Feliciana. Her poor friend had her heart so set on the dance with Ludwig. Mateline gave a sad sigh at that and merely tilted her head, closing her eyes and waiting for the rest of the student to finish their tests.

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A/N: Fourth Chapter of our Gakuen Hetalia story~