Gakuen - Hetalia X Reader

A snort of laughter escaped you before you could stop it. You quickly covered your mouth.

"I sit between Feliciano and Gilbert on a daily basis," you deadpanned. "Chaos is my default state."

You glanced to the empty desk to your left. The nameplate read: Arthur Kirkland .

"Arthur?" you said softly.

The bell rang, and the teacher, Mr. Wang (who everyone secretly called "China"), began a lecture about economic trade routes. You tried to focus, but your pen doodled a small pair of bushy eyebrows and a wobbly crown in the margin of your notebook.

Meanwhile, a blonde whirlwind was spinning by the chalkboard. "HAMBURGER! I mean, GOOD MORNING, CLASS!" Alfred F. Jones, the school’s energetic ace of the baseball team, was attempting to write the date in three different colors of chalk. He winked at you. "Yo (Y/N)! Ready for history? I bet I can get a higher score than you on the pop quiz."

You didn't go to the cafeteria. Instead, you walked to the old music room at the end of the third floor, a place you knew Arthur sometimes hid to read or practice his "magic." The door was slightly ajar. gakuen hetalia x reader

That startled a real laugh out of him—a soft, breathy sound that made your heart stutter.

The final bell had yet to ring, but the energy in Classroom 2-A was already buzzing with the lazy anticipation of a Friday afternoon. You sat near the window, the spring breeze rustling the pages of your notebook. Around you, the world was loud.

You laughed, shaking your head. This was your normal. A chaotic, wonderful normal. But for the last three days, something had been missing. Or rather, someone . A snort of laughter escaped you before you could stop it

"It's not funny!" he huffed, his cheeks flushing a brilliant pink. "I'm a menace. I'm the 'Weird English Kid.' Everyone thinks so. I'm not cool like Francis with his art or heroic like Alfred. I'm just… the bloke who talks to fairies and drinks bitter tea."

The vulnerability in his voice cracked something in your chest. You reached out and gently took his hand. He went rigid.