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 V: Protectively

Francis collected the practice tests at the endof the period, catching Mateline before she filed out the door. "Do those times work for you?" he inquired with a permanent, effortless smile.

Mateline turned to look at Francis and gave him a small smile, pulling away from Francis' touch quickly and nodding. 'Of course, they're fine, I'll go by the room in about an hour then. Until then, is there anything else you need Monsieur Bonnefoy?' she asked politely. 'I have to take these notes to Feliciana, and make sure she's fine'

Francis nodded. "All right. I will see you then. Au revoir." He chose not to dwell on the way she distanced herself from him. He shouldn't be bothered by it anyway.

Nodding, Mateline turned around and not noticing how prettily her skirt fluttered with the move, merely walking away with her normal grace and smiling as Feliciana walked up to her, looking red-faced with joy while holding Ludwig's hand. It appeared that the other had told her about how Seychelles was taking back that set up of partners. Gilbert greeted Mateline with a soft kiss, which was met with a giggle.

Ludwig cleared his throat to garner their attention, looking pointedly at his brother and Alfred's sister. "Are you two planning on attending the dance together?"

Gilbert looked at Mateline, before turning to look at Francis. giving him a Cheshire grin and turning back. Mateline noted Gilbert's act and shook her head, a smile quirking onto her face. 'Hey, depends on what happens' he said grabbing Mateline's hand and kissing it, making the girl blush and laugh.

'Yes, Gilbert and I are going together more then likely' she said ruffling the Albino's hair. Said male grinned before tackling his brother, dangling off his front and kissing Ludwig. 'Why? Did you want to take me?!' he asked tracing a heart on Ludwig's chest, legs wrapped around his waist. Feliciana and Mateline watched this giggling, awaiting Ludwig's reaction.

The German stiffened for a moment before flushing, embarrassed. "B-Bruder, must you always act so childish?? Of course I won't take you!" He attempted to untangle himself from the elder sibling.

'Lud!' complained Gilbert smooching his brother again and again. 'You don't love me anymore!? You used to kiss me so much when you were little!' he cried out, red eyes watering, still clinging to his brother.

"T-that was a long time ago, so don't bring it up!" He avoided eye contact with the two girls like the plague. His cheeks were stained an interesting shade of pink across his cheeks as he turned his head away, looking ready to bolt or cry himself, surrounded by an aura of purity. It Kiku had seen it, he would have immediately snapped a few shots and labeled it moe! "You're too frivolous with your words, Bruder..."

'Br-Bruder' Gilbert's red eyes let out a little droplet of a tear, his cheeks also pink as he pouted up at the other, a frilly pink aura around him filled with 'moe love' for his brother. 'One kiss?' he asked and Feliciana hid her face in a silently laughing Mateline's shoulder to stifle her own laughter at the cuteness.

"No! A-absolutely not!" Ludwig shook his head, turning his head and attempting to pull Gilbert off.

Ludwig paled. "Feliciana, you too?" He attempted to regain his composure. "There's no way I'll appease any student who decides to skip class," he said, mustering his Big Bad Student Council President voice.

'That's just cold hearted' pointed out a random student, staring at Ludwig with cold eyes. An Austrian third-year to be exact. 'You should take responsibility and kiss the poor fool' he fixed his cravat, giving a sultry look to Ludwig. 'Or shall I be the gentleman and kiss him for you?' he asked and Mateline couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed for Ludwig. Feliciana happily waved to Roderich, who bowed his head beautifully to her.

'L-Lu-Lug, B-Bruder!' continued wailing Gilbert, cheeks flushed red from the tears continuously pouring down his cheeks. Roderich choose not to comment on the fact that Elizaveta would skin Gilbert anyway for being near the vicinity of her husband. They had gotten married young. He continued watching Gilbert with cold calculating eyes, before turning to Ludwig and pushing him forward, causing the larger male to topple on Gilbert and their lips to crash. All the while, maintaining a haughty air of innocence. Much to Mateline and Feliciana's horror.

Ludwig nearly had a heart attack. He couldn't move, so frozen in shock was he. In fact, the only thing his body was capable of doing was changing color. For example, right at the moment he was turning a rather lovely shade of tomato red.

Gilbert's eyes widened before he happily kissed Ludwig with very much vigor and love, too much love. Tongue love to be exact. Now, Feliciana was open minded, but she puffed her cheeks when she noticed just how much love Gilbert was giving to Ludwig and she lifted the large blonde of the albino with brutal ease, pouting at Gilbert and kicking him, sending him into the wall and hugging Ludwig.


'Ludovigo~ You can't be so close to your fratello! You'll make me jealous!' she complained and Mateline felt herself sweat, while Roderich looked at the Gilbert-shaped hole in the wall with a calm smirk, walking away, but not before kissing Feliciana and Mateline's hands.

Ludwig stared blankly at her as though the kiss had stolen his soul. "Y-you're blaming me when you told me to in the first place??"

'Not the amount of love you gave him!' pouted Feliciana. 'That's mine' she said kissing Ludwig selfishly, making Mateline squeak and blush, while Gilbert dragged his bloody body out of the hole in the wall.

Ludwig felt light-headed and fatigued, and with all of this sudden kissing, he thought he might just faint. But then his angel of mercy appeared. "All right, that's enough mollesting the student council president," one very pregnant teacher said crisply, walking up to the two and pulling them apart. "Weilschmidt, take your brother to the infirmary. He might bleed out if you don't. Ms. Vargas, I'd like you to go fetch your French assignments. As useless as the language is, tardiness leaves a bad taste in my mouth." She turned to Mateline, doing her best not to show any favoritism. "Only one more hour in the day, love. Get on to class."

Feliciana pouted a little, but smiled and rubbed Igiko's stomach before happily bouncing off, waving to Ludwig sweetly, cheeks a little pink from the kiss. Gilbert was bleeding from his mouth, a river to be honest, and it was horrifying scene to witness. He clambered onto his brother's back, sighing happily and mumbling about how loved her felt from his bruder. Mateline smiled shyly to her sister-in-law and nodded, shuffling towards to woman to hug her.

'Please, don't let yourself get too angry ok, big sister. Big brother always gets so worked up over you' she praised the woman and then her baby, making her way towards her final class.

Igiko nodded, hands on her hips. She loved not having to quarrel with the brats. Ludwig sighed as he walked the scoundrel brother of his to the infirmary. And the minute he stepped through the doors, he immediately regretted it. Ludwig rotated, a complete one-eighty, and sincerely hoped his brother would perhaps by some chance not have seen the questionable scene occuring on one of the school regulation beds.

'H-Holy fuck!' mumbled Gilbert, eyes wide.

A clatter arose from behind, a tiny squeak and a frustrated grunt. "My apologies, Mr. Oxenstierna, Mr, Vainämöinen," he stuttered, dutifully turned away and nudging Gilbert to get him off of his back. "I leave my brother in your care."

'No! Bruder don't leave me! Not with them! Don't let them touch me! No! Waaah! They were having sex!' cried out Gilbert clinging to his brother, red eyes wide with fear.

Berwald suddenly appeared behind them, wrapping a thick arm around the lower half of Gilbert's face, tugging him back into the infirmary along with Ludwig, shutting the door firmly behind them. "Don' shout things like tha'," he growled into the albino's ear. "Don' hurt m' wife's reputat'n."

'Waaaah! he's going to kill me!' screamed Gilbert laughing in hysterical fear, crying at the same time and clawing at the ground. In the end, he wound up looking like a mummy.

Mateline stood up as her final period came to a finish, stretching and yawning. She had roughly about two hours before she had to meet Francis. After curfew! How scary! Gilbert had told her this was her chance to seduce the man. Simply wear a slinky dress. Well, Mateline didn't know about slinky, but she did have a thin cotton white summer dress that looked lovely. She would wear that, first, she would do homework and then take a bath before meeting Francis.

Mateline brushed her wet wavy hair, applying a small amount of light pink lipstick then slipping on a pair of white panties and bra, before slipping on the thin dress, looking at herself. She blushed a little as this dress hugged her curves lovingly, and did not hide any dip or cranny molding to her body and flowing airily down to her knees. Her hair was still soaking wet and dropped little droplets of water on her dress and around her shoulders. She slipped on a pair of white ballet slippers and then a thin pink jacket that had long been her favorite.

She ate a quick meal and slipped out her dorm, making sure Feliciana stayed asleep before silently creeping her way towards the school garden to enter the heart of the maze. She smiled when she made it to the spot a little early, breathing in the damp night air and spotting all the beautiful roses that decorated the walls of shrubbery.

Francis whistled as he strolled leisurely through the maze so she'd know he was coming, twirlingthe ribbon tying the bag of light French cookies around his finger. He'd tied his hair up halfway so it wouldn't get in his way during the lesson.

Mateline took a seat in one of the ancient iron-wrought benches that were in the garden, looking dreamily at a rose that sat in front of her, white as her dress, and smiled leaning forward to kiss the flower.

Francis entered the maze's heart and smiled seeing her sitting there. "Good evening, Mademoiselle. You're looking particularly lovely this evening."

Mateline stood up, curtsying for Francis, and giving him a shy smile. 'Good Evening Monsieur Bonnefoy, thank you for taking the time out of your evening to teach me how to waltz' answered the Canadian girl softly, straightening up and clasping her hands in front of herself and looking at the man with a tilted head.

'Shall we get started? I don't want to keep you out late, especially when Madame Seychelles is probably expecting you for a late dinner' she said smiling a confident smile that didn't seem at all like her.

"Certainly not," Francis said, nearing her and placing the back of cookies in her hands with his own smile. "I cleared my evening for you. We'll take all the time we need for you to feel comfortable with the basics. During the weekend when there is more time, we will cover it more thoroughly."

Mateline blushed a little, her face softening into a familiar look of admiration as she saw the little sweets in the bag, taking one out of the bag and nibbling on it, a loving shine coming into her eye before it quickly vanished and she took off her sweater and placed the cookies with it and on the bench. 'Thank you...for the cookies and for teaching me' she said softly once more.

Francis smiled back. "But of course, mon cher. If you like, I'll teach you to make them, too." He held out his hand, his face half lit, half shadowed by the light of the waning moon. "However, at this particular moment, let us concentrate on the waltz."

Mateline delicately placed her hand on Francis' own large one, closing her eyes as the wind picked up. The skin of her fingers barely touched Francis' having learned that in the waltz, only lovers touched intimately.

'Monsieur Bonnefoy, I hope I can keep up' she said softly, opening her eyes, which caught the light of the moon. The atmosphere almost romantic.

He nodded, speaking kindly. "I will go slowly for you. First..." In a sudden move, he'd spun her around and against him, her back to his front and his arm around her waist, keeping one hand on hers, "... let me show you the steps."

Mateline felt her face flush, and wide amethyst eyes looked at Francis, before she gulped and nodded, taking in a shaky breath and relaxing against the man, waiting for the man to start.

He told her how to step, pressing his legs into hers to correct her footing when she made a mistake, spinning her around once or twice just because her little blush was too cute for words. An hour quickly passed.

Mateline giggled against as she was twirled around Francis for the fifth time, collapsing against his chest and sighing a little trying to stop her laughter, pulling away from the French man and covering her mouth to smoother the sounds. Her cheeks were flushed such a cute pink, like her lips.

Francis smiled back, brushing the strands of hair straying onto her forehead. "I think we have learned enough tonight, oui? Rest your legs," he said, sitting her down on the ornamental stone bench. "You've done brilliantly."

'Oh, no, I should be getting back to my dorm. This is inappropriate and I don't want to cause you trouble' answered Mateline picking up her sweater and placing it on grabbing the little baggie with cookies. 'Thank you Monsieur Bonnefoy'

He nodded, "So responsible! I'll trail far enough behind so that no one suspects, shall I?" he said in a teasingly secretive manner, glancing back and forth as if suspecting an outraged authority figure to call the out.

'Enough teasing Monsieur Bonnefoy' answered Mateline giving him a calm smile, though her words were far from sweet. 'Imagine the outrage my brother would have, how my reputation along with yours would be? You aren't known to just be nice to students. I'd rather not be another one that transfer due to problems. I appreciate your kindness, but playing about such things is unforgivable. What about Madame Seychelles?' she shook her head, looking down at her shoes suddenly, lips quivering. 'I'm sorry, that was out of line' she turned around to quickly walk away, but not before handing the cookies back to Francis. 'These should be for the one you like, not a student'

Francis sobered immediately, a little hurt. He'd made them for her, after all. "Non, I cannot accept a gift I've already given," he said, playing it off with a little smile, gently pushing the bag away. He sidestepped Mateline and began to walk from the heart of the maze, only looking back before turning the first corner. "If you're worried, just say Gilbert made them." And with that, he left her sight.

Mateline looked at the little baggie, slowly taking them and holding them close to her chest, feeling like she

Mateline looked at the little baggie, slowly taking them and holding them close to her chest, feeling like she'd made things worse, but how could  she help it when Francis teased her so cruelly at that moment. 'I have feelings too Francis Bonnefoy....I too have a heart....I don't want to be those other girls' she said, sniffling softly and walking out of the maze, not noticing a pair of eyes watching her.

Im Soo crept back out of the maze, crouching to ambush Mateline. She was one of the last people on his to-grope list made up of the entire student population. It was her fault for being so quiet and unnoticable. He snickered behind the sleeve of his white hoodie, listening to the sound of her approaching footsteps until... "Ah ha! Thought you could escape, did you?" he cackled, jumping up behind her and groping her breasts..

She felt hands touching her small breast and immediately screamed, trying to pull away from the stranger hold. 'What are you doing?!' she cried out fearfully, looking at the man that was groping her and squeaking. 'You pervert!' that shout wasn't hers. In fact, it was too manly to be hers!

'Get yer filthy hands offa her!' Im song was punched by none other than the Turkish Sadiq, who glared at the Korean with a dark look. 'Fucking harassing sonnuva bitch! I can't wait to tell the headmasters about yer lame ass!' he shouted, about to kick the man, but Mateline was quick to jump in front of Sadiq.

'W-Wait! Please don't get into trouble!'

Im Soo laughed fearlessly, reaching out to rove his hands over Sadiq's broad, toned chest. "Two in one night! My country invented groping, you know!" he crowed proudly.

'G-Gah! You fucking piece of shit!' cried out Sadiq flushing and gripping Im Soo's wrists, looking at Mateline. 'Are you ok?' Smiling, Mateline nodded, looking at Im Soo  with curious eyes. 'Did...Your country really invent groping?'

He grinned and flashed her two thumbs up. "You bet! My country invented everything! Korea's amazing!"

Mateline smiled a little, relaxing. 'You....you shouldren't grope people' she said softly, looking at Sadiq who now realized that the Korean had escaped his hold.

He laughed. "My list isn't finished yet! But I'm two steps closer tonight thanks to you two!" He smiled widely. "When it's done, my aniki will see that I'm perfect for him and leave that big scary Russian!"

'I doubt that' muttered Sadiq, feeling violated and grabbing Mateline's hand beginning to drag her away from the insane Korean.

Im Soo waved at their retreating back, whistling and walking back to his dorm.

:NEXT DAY:

Francis sighed, his morning crepe doing even less for him than Alice's scones (which was truly saying something, as the Brit was an awful cook). He wentto school and passed by the pregnant woman's classroom without so much as a sideways glance, just not in a good enough mood to piss her off. He didn't even know why...

It seemed like now, Sadiq had joined the possy of Mateline, along with Heracles who tailed after the blonde girl. Feliciana giggled, pointing out to Mateline that she had her own army of attractive men, hanging on to Ludwig's arm. Mateline giggled, looking at her new friends, Sadiq gave her a grin, patting her cute pigtailed hair. It seemed the Canadian and the Italian roommate had decided to look like each other. Gilbert cooed about how cute the girls were, while hanging down from Ludwig's back, asking his brother why he didn't dress cute.

Ludwig scoffed and pointedly ignored him, not at all desiring a repeat of yesterday's mishaps. Instead he turned to Feliciana to quietly discuss plans for the prom, like social norms he should know about etcetera:

Feliciana smiled and told Ludwig to just be himself and that would be perfect, smiling as they spotted Alice and walking over to her. 'Teacher! Your belly is so round now!' pointed out Feliciana happily, playing with the woman's belly. Mateline leaned down to give the round stomach a kiss, giggling when Alfred patted her behind with a grin, before kissing Alice. 'Hey Iggy baby.'

Alice swatted his hand, keeping her attention on the students. "Yes, he'll be as thickheaded as his father for all the density my back has to endure," she said dryly. "I came to discuss your dress, Mattie."

'Ah!' Feliciana tugged on Ludwig's arms, and Gilbert jumped off the man's back to pull Heracles and Sadiq away, both saying it's a personal moment and leaving Mateline with Alice.

'A-Ah...big brother told you?' she looked at Alfred, who nodded and smiled at her, holding Alice from behind and kissing her neck. 'What did you need to talk about big sister?' she asked worrying. Was the dress too pricey?

Alice attempted to swat the man's shoulder as well. "Don't look so nervous," she said, a little smile curving the corners of her lips. "He told me that you wanted one, but you and I both know that he's too doting to make a decent decision. I was wondering if you'd let me tag along for some professional assistance."

'Ah! Yes, I'd love to have some help' answered the Canadian girl relaxing and smiling at Alice happily, excited to be helped with her prom outfit. 'I-I will, actually, today is really only French period to take our exams, the rest of the day is free, when you're able to, you can call me and tell me. Big brother, will you drive us?' she asked, Alfred kissed her forehead and nodded, watching the girl run off  to talk to her friends excitedly.

'Have you seen Francis today?' asked Alfred, nibbling on his wife's neck.

She ignored the teeth at her neck to the best of her ability (though it did send pleasant tingled down her spine). "I have," she answered, "but it was... odd. He didn't even attempt to cop a f-- erm, bother me."

Alfred pretended not to hear the woman and kissed her neck softly, pulling away. 'I gotta talk to him before he starts class, see you baby' he said walking towards the French class, spotting Francis and whistling.

'Psst, Francis, over here' he called the other over, grinning at him.

Francis trailed over to the American, eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

Alfred grinned patting Francis on the back with a hearty laugh. 'I got told by my baby sister that you, sly dog you, taught my little sister the best waltz ever and that she can't wait until next class' he said softly, grinning at Francis. 'Listen, this means a lot, and look, Mattie has so many friends now, its like soon she won't need big brother' Alfred got teary eyed at that, not that he'd ever admit it.

'Anyways, just, thanks. By the way, Iggy-baby is worried about you, something up?'

Francis blinked. "Was she now?" Something to definitely keep in his blackmail database.... "Well, Mateline is a wonderful student. Respectful and open to learning. She was raised well."

Alfred scratched at his blond mop embarrassed about that comment. 'Ehehehe, I don't know about that. At least my baby sister didn't turn out to be a failure. I'd kill myself. Anyways, you didn't answer the question. Is something up? Are you sick? Are you hurt? Did you get into a fight with someone?'

Francis laughed quietly, looking just to the left of Alfred's eyes. "Don't be silly, mon ami. I am perfectly wonderful." He sidled up to the other, slowly and seductively trailing a finger over his chest. "Why? Are you worried about little old moi~?"

Alfred's smile turned even more horrifying than the Russian student's own, and it was no wonder the two giants got along so well. 'Ahahahaha, you're so funny French-fry. Yeah, I am worried' answered Alfred honestly, noting that Francis wasn't looking him in the eye. 'Hey' he grabbed the man's wrist looking deep into his eyes, blue eyes clashing with Francis'. 'Don't lie, if something's wrong, you can tell me'

The Frenchman laughed airily, kissing Alfred on the nose. Then, rather alarmingly suddenly, his mood changed drastically into one of a dead man walking. "Actually, I... I must confess." He bit his lip, looking away. "I... ate a bad crepe and it's put me off life."

'You fucking expect me to believe a bad crepe did this to you? One of Iggy-chan's is normal, but one you made, no matter how bad, doesn't depress you. It's something else' answered Alfred, tilting Francis' chin up to face him. 'Don't make me make you tell me' he said grinning.

Luckily for Francis (who rather didn't fancy spouting his discomfort to the source's protective older brother) the warning bell for first period went off. Francis licked the finger on his chin and winked. "Don't tempt me, dear boy."

Alfred sighed, blue eyes clouded with frustration. 'Listen Francis Bonnefoy, you French-ass, we're not done here. You're going to tell me what's wrong' stated Alfred, kissing Francis plainly in the mouth before pulling away, licking his lips and grinning. 'By the way, that crepe wasn't bad you liar!' he called out turning around to walk away.

"If dear Alice doesn't kill you first," Francis chuckled to himself, turning and heading for his classroom stuffed full of bright young minds to cram with his beautiful language.

'Mateline, is that a new pad?' asked Feliciana, looking over at her friends new pad, which was in plain except for the small little tree on the end of the page that had little hearts growing on it. 'Yes, I want to be able to fit as many notes as I can and also be able to focus' answered Mateline softly, smiling at her roommate, writing down what was on the board like she normally did.

Francis began his lecture on French culture, something he enjoyed doing when he missed home. He perched himself on his desk and spoke while the students copied notes from the board, mentioning random little colloquial tidbits that might be of use to them if they ever traveled to Paris or Nice or the fine French countryside. It comforted him to speak of France, and soon he was feeling much better than he had been earlier.

'Mateline, aren't you going to ask any questions?' whispered Feliciana, looking a little confused. The Canadian girl was the first to ask Francis about what 'so' and 'so' did. 'It's fine, I'm writing down all he's teaching us' whispered Mateline back quietly in English.

Francis tossed a small eraser between the two, smiling brightly. "No interruptions, girls. Unless you have something to share about frog legs and caviare?"

Mateline stood up, bowing to Francis. 'Sorry Mr.Francis' she answered politely not meeting the mans eyes and sitting down. Feliciana looked torn and stood up as well. 'Je suis désolé Monsieur Francis' stammered out the Italian, sitting down.

"Good," he said, and cheerfully continued his lecture, actually forcing a male student who was sleeping to write out three different nation's recipes for créme brûlée from memory that Francis had given his students during their first year of French.

Once class was over, Feliciana held Mateline back, whispering softly. 'What are you doing? I thought you liked Francis' she looked at the Canadian girl who kept looking at the ground, watching as she slowly lifted her head, eyes a little sad before breaking into a smile. 'I do...like him that is' she answered softly, taking her notepad, leaning over her desk, writing down exactly how she felt, drawing a little heart and showing Feliciana who read, before blinking as Mateline ripped the paper to shreds.

'It doesn't matter' she answered walking away, throwing out the scraps of papers into the waste bin. Feliciana felt herself tear a little. Mateline felt so strongly about the fact that she might not win Francis' heart that she would give up? What had happened?

Francis watched from his desk, frowning a little. It was none of his business, but... "Is something the matter, ladies?"

Feliciana turned around, being the only one left in his class room, and looked lost. Did something occur without her knowing? No, but Mateline seemed so...hopeless. 'Francis...what's wrong?' she asked tilting her head sadly.

Francis rubbed the back of his neck, glancing out the window. He told her about the dance lesson and what had transpired after.

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A/N: Fifth part of Gakuen Hetalia!