Stupid Little Book

Summary: Elizaveta buys Roderich a journal to write in to keep the aristocratic nation from totally snapping. Life's entries are not all sunshine and flying mint bunnies, though! Gakuen Hetalia, PruAus, some OOCness, humor and some drama.

Warnings: Yaoi, cussing, OOCness, Mentions of other minor pairings

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, Prussia would be with Austria, America and England would be married, and the Sino-Soviet union would never have split!

A/N: Yay! I hope this comes out well... And yes, I'm not dead! I've just had no inspiration for my Naruto fics... Also, things just keep happening and such... Anyways, read and REVIEW!

Dear Journal (as I have yet to find something else to say),

My name is Roderich Edelstein. I am the age of 17, just to say something about myself. Even though you are an inanimate object. Anyways, my friend, Elizaveta, bought me you in order to, "keep you from snapping and murdering everyone!". I don't think this was necessary, but she insisted, and it is impolite to turn down an offered gift.

I am not quite sure how to go about this, but I suppose I should write about my day, or at least what has passed by of it as I am sitting in my fifth block of "History". This... abomination of a retelling of history is very much giving me a headache. Events that are sometimes stated in our text is not how it actually happened. I know since I have taken to doing extensive reasearch before in my spare time. Unfortunately, we are still required to take this class, though. My first block is my favorite one of music. At our school we have a nice grand piano that no one really seems to use but me. They stay away from it like it has bubonic plague or something of the such. I assure you, that if it did have bubonic plague, then (if I may use such crass language) we would be SCREWED. The poor students would have no possible chance of survival. I wouldn't have any possibility of surviving.

Heeeyyy, Roddykins, what do you mean we stay away from it like the plague? -Elizaveta WAS HERE!

Veta-chan, please refrain from writing in my notebook. This is supposed to be personal, like you yourself had said.

That's not nice, Roderich! *pout* Fine, I won't help you out with this at all!

...And now Elizaveta is mad at me. I will have to make it up to her later by buying her another doujinshi. She seems to have taken a liking to Ouran High School Host Club yaoi doujins... I believe she and Kiku actually write them to.

To continue from earlier, I was playing during first block when that barbaric IDIOT named Gilbert came over and slammed down as many keys as he had fingers. It made such a harsh grating sound to my eyes, I nearly killed him. After explaining to him how horrible that sound was, he turned to me and said:

"Whatever, I was just trying to get your attention, Specs. Stop having a stick up your ass!"

I sincerely hope that I have the honor of killing him. Or possibly "jumping" him... And I have to admit that I meant that in multiple ways. There is something damnably appealing about him, even though he drives me insane. After his stupid interruption, I had turned away and continued playing, pretending that nothing had happened.

Aww, Roddy... Just act on your feelings! I really like the pairing of you two! And, heh, you should totally jump him... :D

Elizaveta! He's probably STRAIGHT. And stop writing in my notebook and reading about my feelings! Moving on to next block, I have math class. In there I have the "pleasure" of sitting next to Francis and Antonio, Gilbert's best friends. Honestly, Francis make me quite uncomfortable. He keeps trying to sexually harrass all of the girls... And me. He says that I am much like a girl. I beg to differ. But still, I digress, and I instead was bombarded with questions such as:

"Did Gilbert talk to you yet?"

"Has he said anything... gossip worthy?"

"Has he said anything to you that may have sounded emotional?"

I think that they must be drunk again, although only Gott knows how they got their hands on alcohol THIS time. I shook my head no and they looked very disappointed. After that was break, where I saw they horsing around with Gilbert and calling hims things like "coward".

PE was next, and that went off without a hitch, as did Biology, but lunch was when Elizaveta gave me you. She said that I had been stressed out and that I seemed "stiffer" than usual. I had attempted to refuse the gift, but there was no such way to do so. She also made the comment I had pointed out earlier.

And that brings us to NOW.

Sitting in History class, watching Gilbert sleep one row over, two chairs in front of me. He is actually quite peaceful when he sleeps. If I were cliche` I would have said that he looked like an angel, but there's no way that "Gilbert" and "Angel" could be put in the same sentence together. Luckily, too, Elizaveta sits next to me. Francis sits behind her, and it is rather amusing to watch him get hit with a frying pan at least twice a day. How Veta-chan gets that frying pan into the school eludes me.

The bell has rung, and now I am in English class. We are currently almost done with Macbeth by William Shakespeare. This is my most nervous class.

I sit directly in front of Gilbert.

I have to be extremely carful right now so that he doesn't find this. I am currently hiding it beneath my textbook and play. I wish I sat behind him so that I could stare at his broad, firm back all period instead of trying to not do anything wrong. I'm already "smooth" enough as it is. I spend hours making sure I do perfectly in English for this very reason.

I keep feeling someone staring at me, like their eyes are boaring right into my back. I am finding it quite disturbing as whenever I turn and look back even the slightest, I don't feel the insistent staring anymore. I don't really know anyone who sits behind me besides Gilbert, so I am very disturbed that someone I am not fully aquainted with is staring at me.

I had asked Elizaveta about this before, and she insists it's Gilbert, although I think she's just trying to make me feel better. She's very lucky... She and Gilbert are childhood friends. I only met her in my second year of middle school. I had actually dated her for a short time, but then I had realized that I was gay. Elizaveta actually got into yaoi since she was trying to be supportive of me.

There's the feeling of someone staring at me again! I wish that it would stop soon...

Ah, the final bell has rung. it is time to go home.

Your writer who didn't want to do this,

Roderich Edelstein