I do not own Hetalia! I only think it is awesome enough to write about.

"Mon chere! Over here!" I hear a French voice call.

I smile when I see my study group over in the corner of my Spanish class.

"Hey, this isn't French silly!" I tease Francis.

He shrugs with a cocky grin. "It should be. No one even speaks this language."

I raise an eyebrow before saying "No one?" Did he forget I speak Spanish by choice?

"No one intelligent, anyway." He relents with a dismissive wave of his hand. He looks around the classroom. Probably looking for girls to flirt with. He's not going to get a chance.

"Kesesese! Francis that was so not awesome! She's going to kick your…"

Before Gilbert can finish his sentence, I've smacked Francis on the back of his head.

"Ass!" Gilbert bursts out laughing.

"Tu eres un muchacho estúpido!" I scold.

He whimpers and his hands fly to the (still stinging, I hope) spot on his head. "That wasn't very nice! That's probably why you don't have a boyfriend!"

I laugh at his comment. "Who said I wanted one?" Which is true. I really don't want a boyfriend right now. Frankly, I don't have time to date with all the activities I've had to sign up for to be eligible for a scholarship I want.

My school thought of this awesome idea where six students in nineth to eleventh grade could win a chance to study abroad in either England, Germany, Italy, or Spain. The problem is that it's incredibly difficult to qualify for it. You have to be an A plus student, belong to two clubs and have at least five teachers write recommendations for you. As a nineth grader I haven't been here for long so proving myself to my new teachers has been really hard.

And even if I did have time to date I would be leaving soon so what was the point? But there is someone I wouldn't mind having as one...no. I have to stop thinking about him.

Gilbert chuckles. "She's too focused on her goal. Which is not awesome if you can't even find the time to hang out." He hints in a hurt tone.

I frown. "Sorry, Gilbert. I've just been so busy…" Gilbert and I have been friends for years and when we got put into this Spanish class we met Francis and Antonio. We've been inseparable ever since. I've been so busy that I haven't been hanging out with them very much. Or going to Gilbert and Antonio's soccer games. I've missed hanging out with them.

I see Gilbert lean back on his chair and call. "Fernandez, you know it's unawesome to keep your group waiting?"

I turn around and see the familiar smile on Antonio's face. I smile because I can't help it. His smile is contagious.

"Hola, chica!" He pats my shoulder then turns to our friends. "Amigos!" He pulls up a chair and grins. "What did I miss?"

I take the chair next to him. "Well Francis was just telling us that no one intelligent speaks Spanish, so I smacked him."

Antonio laughs loudly. "You would do that, chica." He looks amused as Francis pouts.

I smile modestly. "I figured that someone had to do it."

Gilbert grins. "Ja. But you couldn't have waited for us to get a shot first?" He's teasing me.

"Still here!" Francis exclaims. "If you are finished plotting my demise we have a…"

"That's a pretty big word, Francis…been studying the dictionary lately?" I tease.

He scowls. "Is this pay-back for all the times I hit on you?"

I nod. "You finally figured it out!"

"Took you long enough!" Gilbert laughs. He gives me a high-five.

Antonio grins. "You have to admit, she is very good at being mala, no?" He throws me a smile that knocks me off my feet. How does he do that?

"Antonio what is your secret for smiling all the damn time?" I ask randomly.

He looks surprised. So surprised that he stopped smiling. "My secret…?"

Gilbert and Francis exchange looks that I chose to ignore.

I nod. "Every time I see you, you're smiling." I sigh and lean my head back against the chair until all I can see is the ceiling. "I was just wondering how you're so cheerful all the time. Sometimes when I have a ton of stuff to do, I wish that I could get forget and smile like you do." I turn my head to the left and smile at Antonio.

He looks really red and his eyes are wide with an emotion I can't read. I sit up straight and tilt my head to the side wondering if I've done something to offend him.

"Uh…yo….I mean-I…" he stammers. He looks really nervous.

Francis laughs. "He's not cheerful all the time! He can be really cranky."

"Ja, like when Lovino takes his tomatoes without asking." Gilbert tells me.

I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. "I take his tomatoes without asking."

Francis shakes his head."I don't think the reason he gets cranky is because of the action, but because…"

"I think that we better get to work. We only have twenty minutes to do the rest of our project!" Antonio interrupts quickly. I glance at the clock and see that he's right.

"Crap! I'll go get our board and Antonio help them with the sentences we need to put on it!" I quickly jump out of my seat and rush for the poster board in the closet.

Francis shakes his head with disappointment as he sees her run for the supply closet. "Coward."

Gilbert frowns. "Ja. I think you screwed up a chance to tell her how you feel about her."

Antonio glares at his two friends. "You two need to stop trying to tell her."

"We only try because you don't." Francis shoots back at his friend.

"Well, maybe I don't try because I know she doesn't like me! Isn't it obvious that she likes your brother, Gilbert?" Antonio snaps.

Francis chuckles. "If only she could see how you're not smiling now…"

Antonio's eyes flash and he raises his fist. Francis raise his hands in front of his face quickly.

"Antonio what are you doing?"

He quickly lowers his fist and turns around with a smile on his face. "I was just trying to influence them to work faster."

She giggles. "I'm sure that worked well." She looks at a smirking Gilbert and slightly miffed Francis. Then puts the board on the table and get serious. "Now we need to get working on this project…"

Antonio watches while leaning his cheek on his left hand. He loved how she could be fun and carefree one moment, then turn around and be very studious. She was so smart and pretty, no beautiful…if only she was picking Spain as her destination for her scholarship. Then he could show her all the wonderful sights and hear her speak more Spanish.

His heart ached when he thought of her with Ludwig in Germany. She wanted to learn as many languages as she could, but he didn't see why she had to go to Germany to learn German. She hasn't even perfected Spanish yet!

He could have taught her easily. She is such a fast learner. She had French perfected within months! Or so Francis told him. And she was almost fluent in Italian after learning it for only a year. He would not have had the patience to sit through any Italian lesson. It sounded like Spanish being spoken incorrectly. He remembered how she scolded him by telling him that maybe that was the way Italians thought of Spanish. He smiled at the memory.

But…when she asked him his secret for smiling all the time- he couldn't even bring himself to answer her. Her bright brown eyes shone with such genuine curiosity…it was adorable! But he couldn't tell her the reason he was always smiling. That would just make everything awkward.

"The meal is on me!" I announce to my friends happily. We got an A on our project despite rushing to finish it with only twenty minutes of class left and Francis grumbling about how it wasn't in French.

"Ja! You heard her! She's paying!" Gilbert yells excitedly. He rushes to a stool at the bar and I roll my eyes.

"I said meal, not drinks!" I tell him.

He pouts and slips off the bar stool sadly. Antonio laughs. "Amigo you know she disapproves of your drinking."

"Vell she better get used to it. 'Cause ve Prussians love to drink!" Gilbert laughs while using his German accent.

"Mon ami, I believe that Prussia was dissolved years ago so you are not Prussian." Francis tells him with a roll of his eyes. He spies some girls in the resturant and blows them a kiss. They blush and hide behind their menus. I hope they stay there. I hate when the girls he flirts with actually come over. Then all the guys flirt with them and I feel really awkward.

Gilbert shakes his head. "Nein. Prussia is awesome and I am awesome, so I must be from Prussia!" He trips over a step and lands on his face.

The rest of us laugh and I say. "Well maybe I should rethink this whole Germany thing if there are going to be 'Prussians' who love to drink and trip over their feet without touching a sip of alcohol." I wish I could.

Antonio smiles. "Really? Where would you go instead?"

I frown. "Antonio I was joking."

He bites his lip and shakily laughs. "Sí, I was as well." He seems uncomfortable so I decide to change the subject.

I smile. "So are you trying to get one of the scholarships too?"

He shakes his head. "I'm originally from Spain and I'll be returning there next year."

My smile drops and my lips form a pout. "But we barely met you!"

"Oui, it's true. But don't worry chere. He promised to visit during the summer." Francis tells me with a wave of his hand. "Gilbert and I are thinking of doing a student exchange program to see him from time to time."

Gilbert nods. "Ja! It will be totally awesome!"

"Am I the only one going to a different country?" I exclaim unhappily.

Antonio frowns. "Chica, you won't be alone. Isn't-" He turns away for a brief moment. "-Ludwig going to Germany?"

I feel confused. "He is?" I thought he was going to Italy.

Gilbert raises his eyebrow. "Umm…yeah. I thought you already knew, since you like him and all."

I laugh causing the boys around me to exchange confused looks to each other. "I don't like him that way! No offense Gilbert, but your brother is not really my type."

I could see why they would think that...but the only reason I blush around him is because of something I accidently discovered in his closet. He was tutoring me in Trig and told me to wait in his room while he went to go help Gilbert with God knows what. I saw something sticking out of his closet and I got curious so I went to go see what it was. And then I discovered it.

I can never look at him without blushing now. He doesn't know that I know and knowing that makes me even more embarrassed.

"Then why are you going to Germany?" Francis demands bringing me back to the present moment.

I shrug. "My parents picked it out for me. They said I would benefit from it so it's never been my decision."

"They can't chose which scholarship you apply for!" Gilbert looks angry. "It's your choice! That is so unawesome!"

"Where do you want to go, chica?" Antonio asks me softly. His green eyes looking into mine.

That's something I haven't heard anyone ask me. I bit my lip before saying. "Spain…"

The three boys look shocked. I raise my hands defensively. "Hey! Why do you think I'm taking Spanish? And you guys are going too, so it would have been even better!"

"It's not that we didn't want you to come…" Gilbert starts.

Francis interrupts him. "But we thought you really did want to go to Germany."

I shook my head. "No, I've always wanted to go to Spain." I look at Antonio and he's smiling widely. That smile of his is really going to get me in trouble one of these days. I look away and sigh. "But…it's not going to happen. My parents already told me that it's Germany or nothing." I look at them.

Is it my imagination or did Antonio's smile drop for just a split second?

"You should do what your heart tells you, chere." Francis advises me. "It's your life. Not theirs."

I shrug again feeling a little helpless. "Yeah, it's also their money, not mine."

"It's a scholarship." Gilbert reminds me. "You know? That means it's free."

I shake my head. "No. It means the tuition is free along with meals at school. There's no way I can pay for a room and food and any other expenses I might have. The only thing I have enough for is the plane ride over there!" I sigh. "I've already tried fighting for what I wanted...believe me."

Boy did I. My Dad got so angry that he threatened to make sure I wouldn't be able to apply for the scholarships if I asked again.

Antonio looks very thoughtful. "Well...I suppose then it is hopeless."

I nod sadly. "Yeah. It is." I look at Francis's and Gilbert's incredulous expressions. "I have to accept it, guys." I get out of my chair and hand Gilbert the money needed to pay the bill.

He takes it robotically. It seems like he can't believe what's going on. I know how he feels. I feel trapped and I hate that I won't see any of them after this school year.

Antonio looks at her as she leaves. She stops to wave at us and Antonio waves back to her and smile. She smiles sadly before opening the door and leaving.

"Mon ami...I thought you liked her!" Francis exclaims as soon as she leaves.

"I do." Antonio protests.

Francis scowls. "Then why are you so accepting of the fact that her parents won't let go to Spain? Shouldn't you be doing something?"

Antonio smiles widely. "I am planning on doing something. I just don't want her to know yet."

Gilbert raises an eyebrow. "Care to share with the Awesome Me?"

Antonio shakes his head. "I want to see if I can actually do it first. But one thing I must ask…" He looks at the both of them seriously. "Would you be up to lending her money?"

"Do you really need to ask?" Gilbert asks loudly.

"Of course!" Francis replies. He has a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Only if you will confess to her."

Antonio nods. "I have to in order for this plan to work."

"I cannot wait!" Francis exclaims clapping his hands excitedly.

I've had this story stuck in my head for a while so I finally have it written down! There's going to be a couple more chapters, but I don't think this will be a very long story.

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