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

"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.

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. gakuen hetalia x reader

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."

He stared at your intertwined hands, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "You… you really don't mind the chaos?" The vulnerability in his voice cracked something in

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.

A snort of laughter escaped you before you could stop it. You quickly covered your mouth. "Ve~ (Y/N), do you wanna share my lunch

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 .

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

"Arthur?" you said softly.

"We'll buy him a hat," you replied.