Gakuen Hetalia X Reader -

"Ve~ (Y/N), do you wanna share my lunch? I have so much pasta today!" Feliciano Vargas, the perpetually cheerful boy from the Italian region, was already leaning over his desk, waving a container of something that smelled divine.

"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."

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

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.

When the lunch bell finally rang, you stood up. "I forgot my bento," you lied smoothly. "I'll be right back." "Ve~ (Y/N), do you wanna share my lunch

He flinched, his head snapping up. His eyes were a little red-rimmed, and his usual snarky expression was replaced with something vulnerable. "(Y/N)? What are you—you shouldn't be here. The lunchroom is that way." He gestured vaguely towards the door, his voice tight.

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. "I'm a menace

Arthur Kirkland was slumped over a desk, his head resting on his crossed arms. His normally neat ash-blonde hair was a ruffled mess. He wasn't asleep. He was just staring at the dust motes dancing in the sunbeam.