Hetalia One-Shots!

PruCan Highschool AU Part 1

This is a continuation of my GerIta High school AU, but this one focuses on Matthew and Gilbert.

Gilbert (like always) was hanging out with his squad, they were a trio known as the Bad Touch Trio, they were hated by teachers, adored by students of all genders.

You should probably know a little about them.

First there was Francis; he was a very flirty Frenchman who had a crush on a certain Brit. He had trying to win Arthur's attention for years by flirting with others, hoping to make him jealous, but he had no such luck.

Then there was Antonio. A happy-go-lucky Spaniard that was constantly trying to win a certain Italian's love, but his methods (like Francis') were questionable.

Last but certainly not least was Gilbert. Gilbert Belschmidt. The loud secretly insecure Prussian. Now some of you may recall that Prussia isn't a country anymore, but whenever you ask Gilbert what his ethnicity is, he tells you Prussian. Just deal with it.

Of course, all three of them were flirty enough and conveniently they were also all hot, which made girls, guys and non-binary students swoon when the trio walked by.

On this particular day, the trio was ditching class (again). They walked absently through the halls, conversing with other students that were skipping class.

Of course, at one point Gil spotted someone he'd never seen before.

He was pretty sure it was a guy. 

He had wavy gold hair with a strange curl that fell gracefully if front of his thick framed red glasses. His skin was pale and flawless and his eyes were an uncommon shimmering indigo. How had he never seen this angel before?

He nudged Francis in the ribs.

"Oi, Fran."

"Qui?"

"Do you know them?" He pointed at the boy. He asked Francis because Francis knows everyone.

Francis smiled. "Qui, he is ma mere's nephew."

"Ah, so he's your cousin?"

"Exactly."

"Is he new?"

"Non, non. He is a quiet garçon, people often mistake him for his brother."

"Oh, he looks like Alfred!"

"Qui. Qui."

Gil continued to stare at him as he passed the trio in the hall.

Francis chuckled. 

"Was?!" Gil snapped.

"Someone likes mon cousin."

"Nein! I do not, I just..." He sighed in frustration, his face red.

Francis smirked. "For a school hot shot, you are very bad with feelings, non?"

"Shut up!"

"Fusosososo, even if you could get his attention, I bet you'll never get you to date him."

Gilbert grinned. "That is a challenge, ja? I accept."