Gakuen Hetalia X Reader Apr 2026

You walked in anyway, closing the door behind you. "You've been gone for three days. Everyone's noticed. I noticed."

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.

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." gakuen hetalia x reader

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

"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 walked in anyway, closing the door behind you

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

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 noticed

"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."

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

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."