AN: Hello again! It appears as if I've got another obsession; Hetalia! moving on from the fact that I can't seem to pick a fandom and stick to it, I really shouldn't have even posted this yet, seeing as it's not really the first chapter. I started with this, and I know what's supposed to happen before this, I just haven't gotten around to writing it quite yet. All you really need to know (to understand it) is that this is AU (of course); Prussia (Gilbert) used to go to another division of Hetalia Academy on the other side of the city (what city? I have no idea!), where he was friends with Spain (Antonio) and France (Francis); Poland, England, Sweden, Finland, Switzerland, Italy, Romano, and Hungary also go to his old school; Austria, Belarus, America, Germany, Lithuania, Russia, and China go to his new one; Gilbert is bullied constantly at his new school (It explains it better in like, the second paragraph); before this (almost right before it) Germany (Ludwig) got sick of it and stood up for him, also announcing that he's gay. I'll post the first part as soon as I can! Also, I like to have the characters speak their own language, so when that happens It'll be in italics and it'll have what it means in parentheses next to it. Ex. Nein! (No!) See? Easy. I get all my translations from translate(dot)reference(dot)com, so if there's any mistakes, let me know!
Anyway, on with the show!
LuvableLittleMonster
P.S. This is based on the song "He is not one of us" from The Lion King 2

An uncomfortable silence filled the air in between them, making the room feel too warm, too stuffy. "Ludwig," Gilbert finally broke the silence, looking over to where the blonde-haired boy was sitting on his bed. His back was rigid, not daring to touch the over-sized pillow just behind him. The younger male jerked his head to look at him, his eyes looking sort of like a frightened child's - just for a moment, though. In the blink of an eye, they looked normal once more, and Gilbert wondered if he had imagined it. "Why did you stand up for me? You've known me since I switched schools - since they started doing that - but you only just stood up for me. Why now?"

Ludwig looked down, unable to make eye contact with the albino. "I..." He started, chewing on his lower lip a little. "I just couldn't take it anymore." For two years, he'd had to listen to all of them making fun of Gilbert for being an albino, for his style of writing, for the way he talked back, and - for the last few months - for being bisexual. Gilbert didn't say anything, and the German could not bring himself to look and see his reaction. "None of those things mattered, and they just kept at it. For two years. They needed to grow up." At last, he looked up, staring at the other boy. His lips parted slightly, he looked like he could not believe what Ludwig had just said. The blonde looked away, flushing slightly.

Beside him, the mattress dipped down slightly and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Gilbert was sitting on his knees looking down at him, an unusually gentle – at least for him – smile on his face. "That's probably the only time someone has ever said something that nice to me." The way he was practically on top of him made Ludwig nervous.

"W-what do you m-mean nice? That's just h-how people should b-behave." Gilbert completely disregarded what he had said, in favor of throwing one leg and then the other over the blonde's own. The other German leaned toward Ludwig, who leaned back again his huge pillow, clutching at the sheets. He knew his cheeks were bright pink by now, as Gilbert wrapped one arm around his neck, and the other played lightly at his side. Their faces were only a couple inches apart by now.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" He had not said it very loud; he didn't need to when they were this close.

"Yes." Ludwig replied, not needing to think about it. Gil leaned in impossibly closer, their lips almost, almost, touching. So close… The younger of the two thought, closing his eyes, too scared to keep looking into those beautiful crimson ones.

"You're not scared, are you?"

"N-no." Damn, he turned even pinker, knowing that he had stuttered and was not fooling anyone.

"Liar." There was a tense – to Ludwig, at least – silence after that.

Adam Lambert's Fever filtered through the air suddenly, causing the blonde to jump, his eyes flying open. Gilbert's head fell forward to rest on Ludwig's shoulder, his own slumping in defeat. He grabbed his phone and pulled it from his pocket, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.

"What do you want, Francis?" He barked, annoyed. He was quiet for a moment before he sat up, a look of realization placed clearly on his face. "Shit. I totally forgot." Probably didn't help that a certain tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, hot Aryan Poster Boy practically kidnapped me. He thought to himself, letting his arm slip from around Ludwig's neck, standing up. "Yeah, uh, I'm kind of busy." He shot a grin towards said tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, hot Aryan Poster Boy, noting how good he looked sprawled across the bed like that, his hands still gripping the sheets. Ludwig blushed further, looking away but not moving otherwise. He missed the pink that spread across the other German's face at something this Francis said. "Francis! Do you think I would have answered the phone if that was what I was doing?" A pause. "Ah, maybe...? I dunno, depends on what time I get back." Ludwig was feeling a little helpless just lying there, not doing anything.

"What's going on?" He asked, forcing the blush down and looking back up at Gilbert. The albino glanced over to him, his face still a light pink.

"I was supposed to meet up with Francis and Antonio earlier. This is why kidnapping people is bad, West. Their social lives go all to hell." He said, moving the phone to cover the receiver with his shoulder.

The younger German ignored the kidnapping comment. "Where? I could drive you... That is, if you want me to."

Gilbert's eyes widened, just a bit. "Um, okay. We were just going to go to that ice cream place downtown for a while."

"You mean A la Mode?"

"Yeah, Frog likes it because it's French." Ludwig could hear someone on the other end of the line yelling at Gilbert to answer him.

"Um, you should probably tell them." He said, gesturing to the phone.

"Huh? Oh! Right." He held the phone up to his ear once more, telling Francis that Ludwig was driving him and he would be there soon, before hanging up. He grabbed his stuff, and they headed out to the blonde's Jeep Wrangler. Ludwig was silent and blushing the entire time.

About half way to A la Mode, Ludwig, his eyes still on the road, grabbed the albino's attention from the window he was staring out with an unexpected question. Gilbert wasn't even sure he'd heard it correctly, since the blonde had barely whispered it.

"What?" He asked, his head snapping to face Ludwig.

"I said..." Ludwig took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Were you going to kiss me? Before Francis called."

A gentle smile swept across Gilbert's features, although he was sure the younger German couldn't see it; his eyes were still staring fixedly on the road ahead, trying to ignore the pink spreading across his cheeks. "Yes." Ludwig nodded stiffly, face turning even redder at the bluntness of the answer.

They didn't talk the rest of the way there, but Gilbert didn't mind. He was pretty sure the blonde didn't either.

The jeep came to a stop in front of A la Mode, and the German could see Francis and Antonio inside, chatting over banana splits. The Spaniard noticed Gil and pointed him out to their friend. Francis turned, grinning when he saw the younger man in the driver's seat. He made a motion for them to come inside and out of the snow.

"I guess I should go inside." Gilbert said, turning to look at Ludwig.

"I guess so." The blonde was bright pink and still staring at the road.

"G'night, then. See you at school tomorrow, ja?" The albino wasn't very good at stalling, but he could try, couldn't he?

"Ja." His shoulders slumped in defeat, and he got out of the car before walking up to the entrance of the ice cream parlor. He could feel Francis and Antonio watching him with disapproval, even though he refused to look their way. "Never cease to leave them amazed." Was their group – The Bad Touch Trio – motto. He was about to open the door when a strong hand landed on his shoulder and he was spun around. Suddenly, he found himself looking up into Ludwig's sky blue eyes. I never noticed how much taller than me he is, was his last coherent thought before the other German's lips were on his. Gilbert heard his friends' wolf whistling on the inside – the owners didn't care; they were their best customers, and anyway, no one else came to eat ice cream in the middle of December. Then the lips were gone.

Ludwig was flushed and breathless. Gilbert thought he looked beautiful. "Ich bin jetzt raus, also warum es nicht mit einem Knall?" (I'm out now, so why not do it with a bang?) He asked, smiling. He pecked Gilbert once more on the cheek, before saying goodbye again and going back to his jeep. Gil stood there for a second or two longer and broke out into a grin. He went inside and took his seat next to Antonio, still in a happy little daze.

"So, who was that?" The Spaniard asked, smiling at his friend.

"I'll tell you who it is: it's the boy who Gilbert is going to obsess over for the next three and a half months. That's who." Francis said, smirking.

Gil flushed, his smile fading just a little. "I am not going to..." his French friend smiled at him as if daring him to finish that sentence the way he had originally planned. "Obsess for just three and a half months." He laughed a little, turning an insane shade of red.

Ludwig sat in his jeep, staring up at the large building this division of Hetalia Academy was housed in. He grimaced. He knew he would be teased, picked on, and bullied mercilessly today, but that would keep their focus off Gilbert, right? A tap on his window broke him out of his thoughts. The German turned to find Gilbert himself staring at him, a huge, cocky grin on his face. The albino held up a bag from the local coffee shop, still grinning.

Ludwig rolled his window and the other German handed him a coffee and a glazed donut he pulled from the bag. "Planning on coming in anytime soon?" He asked, taking a bite from his own donut.

"School doesn't start for another half hour."

"I know. Which is why I'm kind of wondering what you're doing here this early."

"I could say the same of you."

Gilbert smiled, having finally finished his donut. "I am always here this early. I go down to Coffee Break - they only open this early for me, for everyone else it's 7:30 - grab some coffee and a donut, and I come here to wait for whatever they're going to throw at me today." He shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. "It's not a science, but it's tradition." Ludwig stared at him until he pointed out that his coffee was going to get cold. The younger male tentatively took a sip and found that it was just plain, black coffee. "I didn't know what you liked, but you seemed like you wouldn't really mind drinking it black."

Ludwig smiled at him. "It's how I usually drink it." He said, before he told the older German to get in the damn car or he would catch cold, in weather like this. Gilbert grinned and complied. They drank their coffees and the blonde finished his donut in since while they waited for everyone to show up.

When it came time for them to go to class, they walked up the steps together. No one dared go near them; They all stared as the two Germans entered the academy. Unfortunately, they didn't have the same first hour, so when they got to Gilbert's class Ludwig hugged him, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and said goodbye, smiling and silently wishing him luck, before striding away towards his own class.

Once Ludwig was out of sight, Gilbert walked into the classroom and practically fell into his seat. He sighed happily before pulling out his notebook and beginning to doodle on the cover, not really paying attention to what he was drawing. When the bell rang, he was shocked to find that it was covered with hearts and little L's. He blushed crimson and shoved it into his bag, leaving.

He was almost to his next class – one of the few he had with Ludwig – when a few of his classmates – bullies, really – surrounded him. Alfred, one of 5 Americans at the school; Roderich, an Austrian with an obsession with the piano (Gilbert used to have a tiny crush on him. Oh, the things those fingers could do...); Ivan, a huge, intimidating Russian who seemed to be just a little sadistic; and Ivan's sister, Natalia, who was obsessed with her brother and followed him everywhere – including when he went to pester the German.

"It seems," Alfred started, narrowing his eyes. "That your disgusting disease is spreading, Prussia." He sneered. Gilbert winced. The American had taken to calling him that when he learned how much all the other nations despised the German state.

"What disease?" The albino asked, looking to see if there was a way he could get around them without making a big scene. No such luck.

The blonde scoffed. "Ludwig was perfectly straight before you came out. Now what is he doing? Kissing you! Taking you back to his place!" He shook his head. "It's disgusting. You're disgusting." Suddenly, a large blonde shadow was standing right behind the American, glaring down at him.

Ludwig's hand rested on Alfred's head. "What's this about us being disgusting?" Alfred trembled with fear, not daring to chance an answer.

Ohhhhhh, Alfred's gonna get it! So how was it? I hope I wasn't being too mean to Prussia, was I? I hope I wasn't, but then again, sometimes I do have a bit of a masochistic side. Well, I have to get ready for school, so imma post this and get going.

Ciao!
~LuvableLittleMonster~