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He squeezed your hand. And just like that, the empty seat beside you wasn't empty anymore. It was home.

When the lunch bell finally rang, you stood up. "I forgot my bento," you lied smoothly. "I'll be right back."

The bell rang, and the teacher, Mr. Wang (who everyone secretly called "China"), began a lecture about economic trade routes. You tried to focus, but your pen doodled a small pair of bushy eyebrows and a wobbly crown in the margin of your notebook.

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. 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."

"Come on," you said, standing up and tugging on his hand. "You're coming back to class. And after school, I'll help you practice the spell. We'll use the empty pool. No curtains to set on fire."

You glanced to the empty desk to your left. The nameplate read: Arthur Kirkland . He squeezed your hand

"Da, he will not," a quiet, cool voice drifted from the seat behind you. Ivan Braginsky, who always seemed to fill the space around him with the faint scent of sunflowers and something a little more ominous, smiled pleasantly. "You studied, didn't you, (Y/N)? Unlike some hamburger-loving hero."

You pulled a chair up next to him, close enough that your knees almost touched. "Alfred is Alfred. But he doesn't leave an empty seat next to me. You do."

That made him pause. He turned his head slightly, one emerald eye peeking out from behind his messy fringe. "…I didn't think you'd care for the company of a… of a stubborn, failed magician." When the lunch bell finally rang, you stood up

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.

He finally looked at you, full-on. "I tried a spell. A… a 'weather-clearer.' I was going to use it for the school festival so the outdoor stalls wouldn't get rained on. I practiced for a week. I set my curtains on fire. And then my mum's favorite rug. And then I accidentally turned my little brother's hair blue."

A snort of laughter escaped you before you could stop it. You quickly covered your mouth.