Hetalia Oneshots

India - Calculated Match

Art by: Cioccolatodorima (DeviantArt)

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Rahul's P.O.V

"Bro, check this out," said Gilbert, repeatedly slapping my chest with the back of his hand, trying to turn my attention away from my phone from which I was watching the live cricket match to something that interested him.

We stood in the corridors of our school, leaning by the large windows while we felt the morning sun on our backs. I ignored Gilbert's repeated slapping and nudged his arm away,

"Stop it,"

But he didn't take any of that. He grabbed my face and forced me to look upwards to the right where he was looking.

"What do you want, man?!"

"Look!" Gilbert said in exasperation and gestured to the right with his eyes. I finally looked.

Lo and behold, there walked by the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.

Her eyes met mine for a split second, and at that very moment, the school bells started ringing, and I heard a Hindi song play in my head.

Tune maari entriyaan re
Dil mein baji ghantiyaan re

(When you entered,
Bells started to ring in my heart)

I watched her enter the teachers' room. Come to think of it, I've never seen her before. I still gaped even after she went in, and Gilbert, amused by my reactions, shut my open mouth (which I didn't know was open), and caught me in a chokehold.

"Finally, something more interesting than cricket, huh?" he teased.

"Right..." I said in a daze, holding his arm.

We entered our classes and took our seats at the back. Before the class started, we were told that a new student would join our class. Gilbert and I looked at each other.

"Maybe it's that new girl," he smirked, nudging my arm. I slapped his elbow away.

Gilbert was right. It was the new girl. She entered in with all beauty and grace and looked a little nervous and shy. That was cute.

"Hello everyone, it's nice to meet you. My name is _____," she introduced herself.

She has a pretty name too. I rested my chin on my hand and gaped at her as she made her way to an empty seat somewhere in the front as directed by the homeroom teacher.

Class soon started and since she didn't have the textbooks yet, had to share it with the guy next to her, Alfred.

I grumbled quietly. Alfred was the social butterfly, one of the most popular guys in school, and was fawned over by most of the ladies. It wouldn't take long before she fawned over him too.

Looks like I won't be able to concentrate in class with her around.

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I spent the next couple days wistfully looking at her from afar, not making any move to talk to her (as is common with Indian boys), much to Gilbert's annoyance. 

I couldn't even fathom watching cricket when she was around. The highly anticipated India versus Pakistan match today didn't even take the wheel this time; it was kicked out of the car.

Math class started. Gilbert and I  were good at Math, but he always groaned and grumbled whenever it started because he said that it was "boring because he knew all the answers already". I enjoyed Math class, and I liked the mental workout.