T-34 was bored.

He has had nothing interesting to do all day and tomorrow was going to be even worse. Maybe. His best friend, T-70 was going to be in the same class as him tomorrow, in P.E. It would be the accuracy test, thankfully, shooting things was THE favourite thing that T-34 and T-70 could do. But still, T-34 was bored out of his little tank mind while the maths teacher babbled on about equations and other boring things like that, T-34 simply didn't care. He just wanted to learn tactics and to shoot straight, mainly because he lived for battling instead of sitting behind a desk being bored. That reminded him, he was bored.

It wouldn't be long before the lesson was over though, but it still felt like forever anyway. He looked at the other tanks in class, they were focused on the teacher's droning, a few of them were taking notes in their books hastily. T-34 Decided to take a look at his catchup worksheet and work on it, he was in enough trouble as it is without incomplete work clawing him down into even worse grades. Maybe if he passed this test the headteacher might not try and get all the teachers to hate him as much...

"Alright class, it's time to pack up." The maths teacher said loudly, his gaze came over to T-34, whom was finishing up the last sums on his paper.

"How is that paper doing, T-34?" He asks quietly as he comes over to T-34's desk.

"Pretty much done, sir." T-34 was finishing his sheet as quickly as he possibly could in order to turn it over and get out of the classroom quicker

"Good, good, let's hope you got some great answers in there or else." said KV-5 quickly and threateningly. He took the work quickly and trailed off to his desk, muttering quietly about some freak of nature he had to deal with earlier.

An air raid siren sounded and all of the tanks hopped up and scrambled towards the door as quickly as they could. T-34 was one of the first to hurl himself out, due to his rather quick speed. He decided to go and drive over to his friends usual meeting place, in a shaded area of the field. When he got there, he found T-70 and his friend, M5A1 Stuart discussing scouting tactics as well as counter-scouting tactics (He assumed.)

"Hi guys." T-34 greeted his friends warmly, as if they had just come over for Christmas dinner.

"Hey, T-34! How are you?" T-70 replied, just as warmly as T-34 greeted him.

"I'm fine, thanks." T-34 answered "Hi M5A1 Stuart."

"Hey man." M5A1 replied quickly.

Then, T-70 decided to turn around and look into the field and survey the environment, contemplating asking his friends about loading some training shells and doing a battle scenario when he spots a tank that makes his engine nearly give up trying to function because of his immediate infatuation with her.

"Hey, err, T-70? You all right?" M5A1 Stuart asked hesitantly, wondering why T-70 was murmuring like he had gotten access to a butt-ton of alcohol.

"That... Blue tank..." T-70 said quietly, almost like he was half awake "Over there..." he marked out the small little thing that looked like it was talking to a Marder II.

"Wow, T-70, you're seriously pulling THIS again?!" M5A1 Stuart remarked

"So... Beautiful..."

"What's wrong with me?!" M5A1 Stuart cried out, her engines roaring due to frustration and sadness.

"Cheer up M5A1, hey, I might even date you if I were a scout... (Or a little nuts...)" T-34 consoled M5A1 Stuart, hoping she didn't hear the last few words.

"It looks like a Tank Destroyer..." Said T-70, lovestruck "Maybe I should say hi..."

"Not likely she'll da-" M5A1 started, before being cut off by the siren.

"OH COME ON!" T-70 shouts in disappointment, barely audible over the loud siren.

"Better luck next time." T-34 said to a rather upset T-70.

"Maybe she'll be in Type 59's class." Said T-70, hoping.

"Don't count on it." Remarked M5A1, still a little upset from her romantic predicament. "Anyway, see ya later T-34."

"Bye" T-34 replied, rolling off to art class.

T-34 felt a little jealous of his friends, for they got more lessons he liked than he did. As he wheeled his way to class, he saw an American tank. It had strange floral patterns on it, which makes it stick out like a spotted artillery when it's the last on the team. This was strange to T-34. Why paint patterns on yourself if they're going to make you more visible? He pushed that question to a dark corner of his mind when he saw something that angered him to no end. A bully who kept taking the mick out of the floral tank.

T-34 decided against intervening when he saw that the bully was only a mere youngling and that the victim was rather large. He was going to be late if he didn't get to class quickly, randomly stopping to gawk at scenes was not on his to-do list.

T-34 finally managed to get to class on time, so he got straight down to work. He started on a painting of one of his favourite areas, Fiery Salient. T-70 liked to take T-34 and M5A1 to there when there weren't any battles going on, just to hang out and play hide and seek in the bushes. Thinking back to his work, he realized that his art wasn't actually that good, but still, he did put his soul into it. The picture depicted a IS tank taking on a bunch of ARL44s, shells were bouncing off in different directions. The IS' gun was firing in great shades of orange and yellow, a shell was hurled towards an angled ARL44.

The class was nearly over, and T-34 was putting the finishing touches on his piece of art. A small British tank rolled over and stared at the painting, it seemed amazed at the modest work in front of it.
"Wow, this is AMAZING!" The tiny tank exclaimed in a rave of excitement. "Do you do this for a living? 'Cause you're great at this!" T-34 turned his turret around and saw the astonished little machine, it was a Cruiser IV.
"You really think it's that good?" Asked T-34, overwhelmed by the apparent greatness of his painting.

"Heck yeah! I've been doing this sort of thing for years now and I still can't get a result like that!" It replied, awestruck of T-34s work.

"Seriously?" T-34 said back, not sure of the honesty of this Cruiser IV.

"Seriously, my good man!" T-34 was taken aback by the Cruiser's figure of speech.

"Well, I don't know what to say." T-34 started "I'm just glad that someone other than me likes what I done."

"Trust me, it's great, my fine sir, but I must finish my work." Cruiser IV said before quickly but carefully driving away, back to his station.

The siren sounded and everyone subsequently started cleaning up their stations and rolling out of the door for home time, T-34 decided to try and find T-70 on his way home to Ruskie. T-34 drove for the route that he and his friends usually take, wondering if he would be able to find T-70 and have a chat with him about this 'green tank destroyer' in hopes he would come to his senses. T-34 drove down a few hallways to find T-70, going about his business trying to get home. T-70 didn't seem too lovestruck or anything else like that, so T-34 decided to roll up next to him.

"I know what you're going to say." T-70 started, sounding rather stern.

"What, that it's the thirteenth tank you've fell in love with this year?" T-34 retaliated sharply.

"I love her, T-34. Don't deny me that. This is real!" T-70 replied angrily.

"Dude, you don't even know what she's like! Anyway, she looks way outta your league, friend."

"What? Just 'cause she was chatting to a Marder II!"

"Anyway, she looks like she fell out of some silly story about our school."

"I don't care, tomorrow I'll introduce myself to her."

"Pff, she's so damn elusive you'll probably never find her!"

"Oh, shut up. Let's just get home before those twits with their silly 122millimetre guns come and get us."

"Fine with me, comrade."

They went their separate ways. T-34 was thinking about M5A1 and her... Undying problems... Yeah, he liked her, but not enough to make him ask her out. He fought that silly thought out of his mind and powered on in general direction of his home. The roads were winding and complicated, they were even more complicated with the gangs of KV-1S' screwing up Ruskie's roads. Eventually, T-34 managed to find his sweet, sweet home and he made his way through the door.

"Ah, your back son." T-34's dad, ST-1, welcomed him back. "How was your day?"

"Nothing unusual happened, dad." T-34 replied warmly. He shuffled about and was about to go upstairs when his dad called him down.

"Your mother is rather unwell, she is asleep upstairs." He said informatively to T-34 "Please be quiet when you're upstairs, okay?"

"Okay." T-34 sounded a little upset, he really didn't like it when his mother was sick last time, she nearly died. He hoped it wasn't that bad this time.

"Don't worry, it's only a cold." His father wasn't a liar, that's for sure, but he could still be wrong...

T-34 crept up the stairs and went into his room, he picked up a magazine called 'Proscout'. Proscout was an old magazine that was discontinued due to disagreements within the company, it was recommended to him by M5A1 because it contained tactics relevant to mediums as well as lights. T-34 tossed the magazine aside, he had read it many times before and wished there was something new to read, he had heard that the internet had loads of great websites for his interests. T-34 wondered if he could get a track-top for Christmas or something, mainly because he didn't have a computer his entire life. He decided to write his list tomorrow, because he was tired out. Turing off his light, T-34 hopped onto his bed and went to sleep.