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Opposites Attract	By : Lily_Kasumi Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandom of Hetalia nor the characters of Spain and England. They belong to Himaruya Hidekazu. No money is being made from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Opposites Attract
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Warnings for this chapter: Swearing

It's just another regular Monday for Antonio and his friends. The Spaniard is sitting with Gilbert and Francis out in the hall, killing time and procrastinating before actually making an effort to go to class. In the midst of their joking Antonio spots a frazzled blonde rushing down the hall to his classroom. He recognizes that blonde as Arthur, the head of the Student Council. Antonio can't help but laugh, Arthur looks like he thinks he's going to be late for class, which is likely a rare occurrence for the 'star student'. The Spaniard turns to his friends and quietly points out the Brit. Snickering, Antonio decides to greet Arthur by sticking a leg out and tripping him as he runs past.

Dammit, dammit! There went his record as an perfect attendance student, Arthur grumbled to himself as he ran down the hall. Fate could be rather cruel at times, even though he was the head of the Student Council he often was nearly late to appointments no matter how hard he tried. He was not paying attention to the people around him as he ran and wound up sprawling along the floor, books, pens askew, his water bottle rolling along the ground. "Bloody hell!" He howled, rubbing at his chin, which had smacked harshly against the cold floor. The Brit had bitten his tongue as well which was stinging and bleeding behind his lips. Arthur turned to glare at the group he recognized, emerald colored eyes shining with malice, "And just what do the three of you think you're doing?"

Antonio finished laughing and high fiving his friends and grinned down at the Brit sprawled out on the floor. "Being God's gift to women and researching a cure for cancer. All that while you nap on the floor. Que flojo, Arthur, get up and at it!"

The Brit collected his things, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "Don't be so cocky you pathetic wankers." He growled at them, not holding back from slipping into his own slang. Slinging his bag back over his shoulder he shot the trio another glare, "Bloody belt up and get to class." Arthur barked, trying to control his tone and failing rather miserably at it. The trio fell into a fit of laughter at Arthur's slang. "Oh don't get your knickers in a bunch! We'll go, if our attendance means so much to you. What ever would we do without you to keep us on track?" Antonio claps Arthur on the back before following Gilbert and Francis to class, arriving moments before the bells rings and taking their seats in the back of the room.

Arthur flinches when Antonio pats him, none too gently on the back, why was he never taken seriously? He went into class himself, taking a drink from his water bottle in order to soothe his tongue. For the most part, classes pass by without incident and soon it is time for lunch. The Student President heads down to the cafeteria to buy his lunch, sometimes it sucked nearly running late for everything. Classes feel as long and boring as usual, and the trio heads down to lunch. Francis breaks off to persue his love interest of the day, and Antonio and Gilbert line up to buy their lunches. Antonio spots Arthur at the front of the line and wolf whistles at him, then, laughing, tosses Gilbert's Curran-wrapped sandwich at his head, sending the Prussian, who is laughing as well, running after it.

"Ignore them..." Arthur chants to himself under his breath, though he can tell what few strands that pass for his patience are beginning to snap. He has enough sense to tell something was thrown at him and to duck: Gilbert's sandwich hits the wall, smearing mayonnaise and turkey bits on the pale blue painted surface before plopping onto the ground. The lunch lady shouts at Antonio about throwing the food and makes him pay for it along with whatever he decides to get, causing Arthur to smirk.
He takes his own tray of chips and a sandwich and a mug of tea outside, where, hopefully he'll be able to get some peace and quiet. Then again, with the way Antonio and his Trio have been following him around lately, he doubts it and braces himself for more antagonizing. Perhaps some threats on reporting would get them to lay off?

Antonio pick-pockets Gilbert in order to pay for their lunches, something the Prussian is probably expecting as the Spaniard rarely has money. He--or rather, Gilbert--pays for their lunches and heads outside. As luck would have it they find themselves encountering Arthur again and because teasing the Brit has made it on to their list of favorite pass times--if they had one, of course, but none of them really like lists-- Antonio and Gilbert seat themselves on either side of Arthur.

The book Arthur had been reading snaps shut and he tucks it away in his bag as he sees the two sit down on either side of him. He gives an indignant huff and looks over the rim of his glasses at the two of them, "What do you want?"
He keeps his lunch firmly in his lap and his backpack sheltered behind him like a cushion, in case either of them is tempted to try and pick-pocket. Arthur remembered trying his hand at it as a child and as such, knew how to get around falling victim to such acts himself. He sips at his tea and waits for either the Prussian or the Spaniard to say something. Antonio and Gilbert exchange glances as they watch Arthur readjust himself as though he thinks he's going to be robbed. "What do we want? Well I want a lot of things. A house in the Spanish country-side, a career as a world renowned poet…. And," Antonio drops down on one knee, barely containing his laughter, "Your hand in marriage." Gilbert bursts out laughing, shaking his head at Antonio's antics.

Arthur is unfazed and rolls his eyes, words dripping venomous sarcasm he replies, "And here I thought you'd never ask..." He looks down at Antonio with a glare, "Because I've always wanted to be married to an Spanish waste of skin." The Brit scoffs, "And poetry is a soft carrier choice, honestly, do you think you'll get anywhere with it?" Thus is the way that he responds to their antics, biting sarcasm and sharp insults. And, as much as he'd hate to admit it, he's having a bit of fun... For as annoying as those three are, Antonio especially, this banter has become something of a ritual.

"I'll take that as a yes, then. Gilbert, tell Francis, I'll want him to walk me down the aisle. Don't cry now, I know it's a momentous occasion. Your boy is growing up!" Antonio laughs and stands up again. "What, you don't think I could make it as a poet? Roses are red, violets are blue," here he slips into a British accent, "My name is Arthur, I will report you!" Antonio pulls an over exaggerated scoff and he and Gilbert laugh again. "What do you think? I wrote it just for you!"

The Brit scowls and flips Antonio his middle finger as he takes another bite of his sandwich upon hearing the so called 'poem'. Though he has to say that his British accent isn't too bad, had he really been hanging around him enough to pick it up? Or was this something he practiced on his own? Crumpling the ceran-wrap in his hand he tosses it into the trash can standing near where they are sitting. "I think you shouldn't quit your day job, puta." He replies, throwing in a Spanish insult for good measure, starting to get up.

"I don't think you know what that means, but I'll take your advice. Oh Gilbert," Antonio feigns woe and leans on his friend. "What a stifled artist I am! Forced to clean pools and deliver pizzas instead of following my passion. Oh what a world! Even my own beloved fiancé refuses to believe in me. Will I ever be able to let the birds of my creativity out of their stifling cage?" Gilbert merely tells Antonio to stop being over dramatic as he pats him on the back. The two chuck their trash at Arthur's head and begin to collect their things.

Arthur turns on his heel, managing to dodge the light barrage of trash that the pair tosses at him, "It means that you are a whore, you Spanish prick." He snaps, "Pick up your trash or I really will report you." Turning again he heads back into the school, he's beginning to get a headache...

Antonio gathers their trash and tosses it in the bin. He and Gilbert are headed the same way, so they follow the Brit. "Ouch, I resent that statement. You could at least use 'puto', instead." Antonio grabs Francis by the arm and pulls him away from the poor girl he's harassing, and the trio follows Arthur through the halls.

"I see no reason to, insult to injury and all that." The Brit responds, though he stops outside of the classroom door, pulling off his glasses. He really is starting to get a headache. "Don't you morons have any other hobbies beyond following me? And Francis if I see you sexually harassing another girl I will bury you in report slips."

"Yes we do. I play guitar, Francis paints, and I'm pretty sure Gilbert does something with his free time." Antonio gives Gilbert a playful punch on the shoulder. "And you ought to know, we're all going to the same place. So it's not so much 'following' as it is 'tagging along', you see?" Antonio slips an arm around Arthur's waist, only to have the Englishman duck away hissing, “Don’t touch me, Anthony.”

"My, today has been an excellent day for bonding. I feel you learned so very much about me, no? Ah, but it's time for class." Is the Spaniard’s response as he follows Gilbert and Francis to the back of this room, and quietly passes Gilbert half of the money he stole off of Arthur.

Arthur scoffs and heads to his seat, only to realize too late that most of his money is gone. 'Those.... bleeding wankers!' He snarls in his head and shoots the trio a death glare as classes resume again. After classes conclude for the day, Arthur heads down to the locker rooms to change for track. He's always been a good runner, even though he's not very strong. For a moment, he considers skipping because of his headache, but decides against it because he already misses half of the practices due to his role as Student President. Sighing, he slips out of his uniform and tugs on an loose white t-shirt and deep blue shorts with the school crest emblazoned on the left thigh before heading out to the track.

When classes finally end, Antonio says good bye to his friends and heads down to the locker room to change for soccer practice. He sees Arthur in the locker room, but decides to leave him be in case he's still upset about the pick pocketing. Antonio knows' somewhere in the back of his mind, that he probably doesn't need yet another mark of his record. He changes quickly and saunters out to the field to join his teammates. Arthur is glad that track is more individualized than the other spots the school puts on; he's never been able to work in groups well... He starts practicing by running laps with a few other members before they are called over by the coach. The Brit glances over at the soccer team and he can see Antonio standing among them, but for some reason he doesn't feel the need to report the pick-pocketing. "I must be going soft..." He mutters to himself as the coach divides them up into different lengths of sprints.

Antonio goes through his stretches quickly with his teammates and then they take their potions for a scrimmage. Antonio is the center forward as well as the captain of the team. While he's often message around, football seems to be the one thing he's somewhat serious about. The match begins and Antonio quickly takes the ball. Meanwhile, Arthur is sent to be with the 1500 route group and he doesn't mind, the middle distance is what he is best at. And he's the third member of the group to run, so he waits behind a quiet Japanese student named Kiku and a slightly nervous looking Lithuanian named Toris, he recognizes them from the neighboring classes. Antonio's been doing pretty well this match, his team is ahead. He's about to score yet another goal when a loud noise in the distance catches him off guard and he kicks to ball with more force than he intends to, sending it flying across the field and straight to where the track team is meeting.

Arthur is just about to run when something white catches him hard in the side of the head. He falls, dazed on to the track and is vaguely of someone screaming and his coach yelling. Antonio hears yelling on the track and figures that's likely where his ball went. He tells the team to keep practicing, and excuses himself to investigate the commotion. He sees Arthur lying on the track and rushes over to him, explaining to the couch that the ball came from him. He offers to take the Brit to the nurse and kneels down beside him. "Hey... Arturo, you okay?"

Arthur just groans lightly, still completely dazed and unsure of what is going on. He is only aware of who is helping him back to the school when his vision clears a bit and he looks up, "... Anthony?"

Antonio helps Arthur up and, slinging the Brit's arm over his shoulder and setting his own arm on Arthur's back, begins to help him back into the school. He nods at Arthur when he finally recognizes the Spaniard. "Hola, amigo. Sorry about, you know, pegging you in the head with a ball. Honest mistake, I swear."

"Ssnot like you did it on purpose." Arthur said, his personality now much more subdued since he probably has a concussion, "... Bloody hell that hurt though..." The nurse looks him over and states that he does have a small concussion and that he'll need someone to watch over him at home. "Y-yeah... my mum will do that..." Arthur lies, though the nurse seems to believe him and she just fluffs the pillow behind his head and returns to the back room to get some medicine for him.

Antonio accompanies Arthur to nurse's office and sits in the corner while she examines the Brit. Upon hearing the word "concussion", Antonio begins to apologize profusely once more. After the nurse leaves, Antonio takes the chair closer to Arthur's bed. "At least it's only a minor concussion. You'll be taken care of, though?"

Arthur rests against the pillows, "I don't think I've ever heard you sincerely apologize for something..." He muses, choosing to ignore the Spaniard's question.

"I'm not all bad." Antonio grinned down at the Brit. "And to be fair, this is the first time I've given you a concussion." After a moment, he raised an eyebrow. "You didn't answer my other question."

The Brit sighs before glancing to make sure the nurse is well out of ear shot, she is. Looking back at Antonio he says, "Despite what it says on my records... I don't have well... I don't live with my parents... couldn't let that nurse fuss over me though and make me stay here. I think I'd go insane."

Antonio nods, himself being in a similar situation. "Ah, I see... You have to let someone know, though, you could hurt yourself again, si? We don't want you just making you concussion worse."

Arthur shrugged, seeming much more at ease now that he was being left alone, "I'll be fine. This isn't the worst thing that's happened to me, and it’s only a minor concussion. Not as though I will die from it." He frowns a little, "Why do you care anyway?"

"Not allowed to be concerned? I am the one that hit you, after all. And believe it or not, I happen to be capable of empathy." Antonio winked down at the Brit.

"F-fine, you are capable of empathy." He made a tiny shooing motion with his hand, "Don't you have practice to get to?"

"Haha, si, I suppose so. I'd better be off." Antonio walked to the door, turned, and blew Arthur a big cheesy kiss. In an obnoxious a voice as he could muster, he proclaimed, "I shall long for your company until we are reunited once more!" He then bowed and ran back to the field.

"Are you trying to annoy the man who has a head injury?" Arthur groans, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He rests on the bed, the nurse checking up on him every once and a while until the school starts to close for the day. Packing up his things, Arthur begins to head home… However, in the parking lot, a familiar voice calls out, “Hey pretty lady!”

Arthur recognizes the voice and turns, glaring at the familiar grinning face of the Spaniard. "And what part of me makes me a woman exactly?!" He huffs, offended. The Brit really didn't understand why the other always had to do things as though he were a woman, it was annoying and to Arthur, a bit awkward.

"Your breasts," The Spaniard replies, keeping a straight face. "Oh calm down, I know you're male." Antonio laughs. "So how's your head?"

The Brit flips off Antonio again, looking like he's about to murder the man, his face is so red. He lets out a sigh when the other changes the subject, color returning back to normal, "... My head is feeling fine. I just have to not sleep for more than sets of four hours for the next day... at least that is what the nurse said." He shifts his pack to the other shoulder as he speaks.

"Sounds awful~" Antonio pats Arthur on the back. "So how're you getting home? Don't tell mr you're driving with a concussion."

"My home is close enough to walk to." Arthur said, not buying the concerned front the Spaniard is putting on, rolling his eyes, "I can pick up my car tomorrow."

"Alright. I can give you a ride if you want though." He shakes his keys. "Which way do you live?"

"Still feeling bad about hitting me with the ball?" Arthur scoffed, though he doesn't object, "Head left when you pull out of the school and I'll tell you where to turn."

"Alright~" Antonio opened the passenger side door. "Hop in." He brushed a few loose school papers off the seat and then walked around the car to the driver's side. Arthur sighed and climbed into the car, resting his head back and buckling himself in. When Antonio got into the other side he cast him a glance asking, "How competent of a driver are you?"

"Oh, I'll probably only mow down three or four pedestrians on the way. Maybe a couple trees, a few squirrels." He chuckles. "I kid, of course, I'm a pretty great driver, if I do say so myself. I promise, you'll get home in one piece." Antonio starts the car and heads left out the school lot. "Just keep going straight, then?"

Arthur nodded, "Yes." For most of the drive he was silent, only giving directions to turn and where. Around fifteen minutes later he said to stop and the car was outside a small, simple looking apartment complex. He opened the door and got out, "Thank you for the ride, I guess you aren't a completely heartless prick."

Antonio pulled up in front of Arthur's apartment complex and let the Brit out. He rolled down his window and leaned out. "Well gee, love you too. Try not to hit your head on anything, see you at school tomorrow."

The Brit scoffed, "And try not to kill anyone with your car, pet." He tacked on the nickname with a bit of scorn attached to it as he headed in to his apartment.

"No promises!" Antonio yelled as he drove away. He headed to his shabby apartment complex across town, to get changed out of his uniform before work…

~~~

Translations: (In order of appearance)

Que flojo (Let loose)

Puta (whore, female connotation)

Puto (whole, male version)

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