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"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."

"Arthur," you said, your voice soft but firm. "I don't want 'cool.' I don't want 'heroic.'" You squeezed his fingers. "I want the guy who saves me a seat every morning without being asked. The guy who slips extra biscuits into my bag because he knows I skipped breakfast. The guy who, despite setting things on fire, tries to do something kind for the whole school."

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 . gakuen hetalia x reader

"Quit shovin', you spaghetti-shaped idiot," Ludwig, the tall, stoic class representative with perfectly ironed sleeves, grumbled, effortlessly pulling Feliciano back into his own seat by the collar. He gave you a curt, almost imperceptible nod. It was his way of saying 'good morning.'

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. "Da, he will not," a quiet, cool voice

That startled a real laugh out of him—a soft, breathy sound that made your heart stutter.

"Arthur?" you said softly.

He let you pull him to his feet, his fingers hesitantly lacing with yours. He was still blushing, but a small, genuine smile was playing on his lips.