A/N : Hey Guys!
This is something I wrote with my friend...Very fun. XD
(What is in here is not to be taken seriously...so don't take it seriously. X3)
Review if you liked it...XD
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~Note: All the non-English can just be put into google translate, I checked it when I wrote it. ((It was so long ago I don't remember what it is exactlyy..XDD))
Gilbert's eyes scanned the crowed halls as some students jostled though the sea of students, trying to get to their next class on time, while others stood by the never-ending rows of lockers, chatting with their friends. He let out a sigh and a quite mutter of, "This is so not awesome…" before he felt the presence of his younger brother appear behind him.
"Come on, bruder. We have to report in." Ludwig said as he grasped his older brother's elbow and started to tug him towards the offices. At least I get to hang with Antonio and Francis again, he thought as he was dragged to the main office. As they entered, they spotted a blonde boy, who looked about Gilbert's age, sharpening pencils behind a desk. He would have looked like one of those goody-goodies, that followed all the rules and hung onto every word an adult said, if it were not for the multiple piercings—a nose ring, lip ring, eyebrow piercing, ears that had at least five piercings each, and, if watched close enough, a tongue ring was able to be seen—the fact that his shirt looked as if it was to sizes too small, and pants that seemed so tight that there was no need for the studded belt that rested low on his hips. Looking up, the boy sent them a displeased look, then stood and held out a hand for them to shake.
"I'm Arthur." Said the boy, in a slight British accent, as Ludwig shook his hand, Gilbert standing slightly behind him, unimpressed.
"Ludwig, and this is my older brother, Gilbert." With a nod, Arthur turned to pop his head into the door behind him.
"Sorry to interrupt, sir, but the new students are here."
"Ah, of course. Arthur…It's almost time for him to stop by again… Just give them their room numbers and tell them to come back later, if you wish to spare them…" Gilbert could almost hear the amused tone in the "headmaster"'s—according to the plaque on the door—voice.
Letting out a quite groan, the British boy handed them their room numbers—muttering something about a "bloody git"—quickly told them the directions to the dorms, and all but shoved them out the door. Stumbling out, they almost ran into a laughing American, also blonde, but sporting a pair of glasses.
"Haha, you guys must be the new kids everyone is talking about! I'd love to stay and chat but I gotta be somewhere," he said, already inching towards the door the other two had just fallen out of. "I'm Alfred by the way!" he called out before slipping into the office. They heard an exclamation of "Artie!" and a muffled thump and decided it would be in their best interest if they just went to their dorms.
Gilbert stood in front of a plain white door, let out a sigh, and pushed the door open. The entry led to a small living room-like area, a kitchen-type area to the immediate right, and on the immediate left was a hall that led to four doors. Deciding it would be super un-awesome to be forced to continue holding his things, he dropped all his bags in the entry way, causing one of the doors the hallway led to opened, and a scantily clad man sauntered out of, what Gilbert hoped, was his own room.
"Ah, mon cher Gilbert! They did say we were getting you as new roommate." The man ambled over to Gilbert, and leant over so his wavy, blonde hair brushed the albino's cheek. "Would you like to come to my room and take the grand tour?" The Frenchman asked, fingers sliding up the hem of Gilbert's shirt.
"Franny!" The door behind them flew open and a happy looking boy stood in the door, "Everyone is talking about the new kids!" An incredibly cheery smile dominated his face. "Ahh~ Francis! Don't harass him! He just got here." He said, just noticing Gilbert and the situation he was in. Dropping his hand from under Gilbert's shirt, Francis walked over to the Spanish man, wrapping his arms around the other, managing to get a quick greeting in before an angry voice filled their ears.
"Oi, bastard!" An angry Italian said, who was standing behind them with his arms crossed and a scowl present on his face.
"Lovino, you arrived to meet our new roommate," the Spaniard smiled, "you remember Gil, right?"
"Ludi's here too, still nowhere as awesome as me, of course" He said with a smirk on his face. "He still has that awesome-complex, I see. Well Feli should be glad to hear that." Antonio said, oblivious to his French friend, who, at this point, managed to push his shirt up and was working on his belt. Gilbert sauntered over to the scowling teen, threw an arm over his shoulders, and sent a flirtatious wink towards the other. "Well, hey there, cutie."
Immediately, a dark shadow crossed Antonio's face, a glare shot at the silver-haired male. Lovino managed to send Gilbert a disgusted look before Antonio had grabbed the hand that was placed across Lovino's shoulders, and had him against the wall, holding his arm still against his back. "Don't touch my Lovi. He is mine and mine only. If you even look at him I will castrate you. With. A. Very. Dull. Knife. Entender?"
"J-ja" Gilbert spit out in a stutter, "Still over-protective of Lovino, I see." He added under his breath.
"Good!" Pulling back, Antonio's smile was back on his face. "Now, you said your younger brother came too? Oh, hey! Lovi, isn't your brother getting a new roommate?"
"If you even suggest he's rooming with that blond potato bastard there, I'm gonna throw that tomato from lunch at you," Lovino grumbled. "How many other new bastards are coming in this year, Francis?" he asked the Frenchman, crossing his arms.
"B-but Lovi~" Antonio said pouting as the Italian ignored him, turning to the Frenchman to hear what he had to say. "Eh bien, mon cher Lovi, je pense qu'ils sont les seuls."
"Tch. Well it's better than last year. How many was that, five?" Lovino said, irritated.
Ludwig cleared his throat before Lovino could launch into another rant. "I understand need to speak with the dormitory head. Where is he? I was told his name was Heracles." Though Ludwig had heard...things, about the dorm head.
"Woah, where'd you come from?" Gilbert looked perplexed by the seemingly random appearance of his brother, Ludwig just sighing at his brother's attention span.
"Ludwig!" They all turned to the happy-sounding call, to see a boy who looked almost identical to Lovino, only being slightly shorter, having lighter hair, and their wild curls being on opposite sides of their head. By the smile on the boy's face, one could deduce their personalities were exact opposites. "Ah! Fratello~! Ludi wanted to see Mr. Heracles!"
"Feli~!" Antonio rushed over the younger brother and pulled him into a hug, which was quickly returned, causing Lovino's frown deepen, which had gone unnoticed. As soon as they let go, Feliciano ran over to the scowling brother and hugged him, and moved on to giving Francis a hug-who had then attempted to grope the young boy. Noticing Gilbert, he let out a squeal of happiness and flung his arms around the albino.
"Oh yeah! Kiku-chan will know where Mr. Heracles is!" He said, grabbing Ludwig's wrist and pulled the awkward teen along with him.
"Oh yeah, when you guys see Kiku-chan and Mr. Heracles, they might be-oh look! There they are!" Feli pulled Ludwig to a stop, causing everyone else, who had decided to follow the hyperactive boy, to run into the blonde's wide torso and cause him to stumble.
Feliciano was looking at a couple who were curled up on the couch, sleeping.
Lovino snorted, though like the Bad Touch Trio, he tried not to show his amusement at the sight. "Better hope that dumpling bastard or the Turkish idiot doesn't see this. They'd both have fits about that." He moved forward, kicking Heracles in the leg to rouse him. "Hey, you lazy jerk, wake up and do your job!"
Waking up, Heracles slowly sat up, trying not to wake the Japanese boy who was curled up against him, and turned to the two new kids. "Hello, I'm your RA, Heracles Karpusi, you can call me anything you want." Ludwig, looking slightly uncomfortable about finding the RA curled up on the couch with someone about his age, held out his hand in greeting. "Ludwig and the white haired boy over there is Gilbert." Earning himself a "It's silver! White is so not as awesome!"
Ludwig wisely ignored his brother, seeing he was getting settled in with his old friends. Instead, Ludwig decided to go for his own room. As it turned out, he was rooming with the rather hyperactive Feliciano, and immediately wondered just how long his sanity was going to last around the loud Italian.
Feliciano watched as Heracles snuggled back up with Kiku, planning on going back to sleep. "Oh! Ludi hasn't meet Kiku-chan yet!" Before anyone could stop him, Feliciano jumped onto the sleeping boy.
"Ah! Feliciano-san!" Kiku squeaked as the too-happy Italy tackled him and attempted to drag him up. He was quite happy to stay on the couch and take a nap with Heracles again!
"Kiiiiiku-chaaaan~! Meet Ludwig! He's gonna be our new roommate!" The exuberant boy said, hauling Kiku away from the RA and towards a towering, intimidating-looking blonde.
Ludwig looked up as he heard Feliciano's squealing. He was dragging the young Japanese man along. "Ah, guten morgen. I'm sorry in advance for Feliciano's behavior." He had a feeling he was going to be trying to shape up the Italian a lot this year.
Sighing, Kiku bowed pleasantly. "Ohayoo gosaimasu. It's quite fine...I'm used to Feliciano-san's...interesting behavior."
"Feliciano's the worst of them, right?" Ludwig looked at the absently smiling Italian. He'd heard there were several others in the dorms, but he hadn't seen them all day.
The Japanese man just smiled as a response. He turned to the now-sleeping RA, and sighed. "Come on, Ludwig-san, I'm sure Feliciano-san would love to go on a tour of the school campus." Hearing this, Feliciano let out a squee of happiness and latched to Ludwig's arm.
Lovino, seeing his brother hanging off the blonde, immediately let out a low growl, "Oi, potato bastard! Stay away from my little brother!" Antonio wrapped his arms around the disgruntled Italian and laughed. "Why don't we give Gilbert a tour also?"
Ludwig rolled his eyes at the other Italian. "I promise I'm not doing anything to him. He latched to me, in case it escaped you. And Gilbert, don't get stupid again."
"I'm too awesome to be stupid!" Gilbert protested.
Sighing Ludwig let out an exasperated, "Right" and allowed himself to be pulled away.
Antonio, Lovino, Francis, and Gilbert started down the hallway in the other direction. As they were walking down the hallway, they came across a cute, shy-looking blonde. Gilbert stopped the other three and turned to Antonio, "Anyone got claims on that one?" He said in a whisper, nodding at the Canadian.
"Ah, Matthew. Non, but he's Alfred's little brother, so you might have to be a little careful. Alfred does forget about him sometimes, though," Francis smiled.
Gilbert turned to Francis, his face showing his disbelief. "How can anyone forget him? He has to be the cutest thing to walk this earth!" Gilbert said, who was not trying to hold back an (awesome) squee, cos that would be unmanly, and Gilbert was very manly and awesome, ignoring Antonio's exclaim about how 'his Lovi was so much cuter!'
Francis ignored the Spanish boy and turned to find Matthew. It took him a moment to remember he was there, he was so quiet it was easy to overlook him. "Ah, Matthew! Come meet one of the new students, mon frere!"
"E-eh?" Matthew looked startled, surprised that someone had recognized him. "Ah...okay." He said looking over at the new boy. Noticing the smirk on the other's face, he immediately turned a light pink color and started to stutter out a greeting. "H-hello...I'm M-Matthew...welcome to the school..."
"Nice to meet you, Matthew," Gilbert grinned, "I'm the awesome Gilbert. You'll probably meet my brother Ludwig later on, the not-so-awesome Italian kid dragged him off a few minutes ago."
"O-oh?" Glancing over at the irritated Italian that Antonio had pulled into his arms, "Feli you mean? Yeah, he's really nice" Matthew said with a smile, "When he notices me." He said adding the last part in a mutter, hoping Gilbert wouldn't hear.
"Well, he's just not that awesome, is he?" Gilbert said, hearing the muttered addition to the boy's statement, pulling Matthew over and slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Let's go hang together after classes, okay?"
Francis snorted, seeing the German student was already fond of their resident Canadian.
Blushing harder, Matthew could barely get out his affirmative. "Y-yeah, okay...B-but I have to go now...I was just on my way to see my brother. He said he needed my help with..something..."
Gilbert reluctantly let him go, ignoring a grumble from Lovino about "idiots" and "potato bastards". "Sure thing, Mattie. We're going to be awesome friends, I just know it!"
Francis laughed as Matthew scurried away, his face as red as Antonio's tomatoes.
"Okay! Let's continue with the tour!" Gilbert said with renewed vigor, already formulating a plan to make the Canadian fall deeply in love with him.
"Just remember to lock the doors at night, mon frere," Francis told him. "A few of the students like to pay people...visits, at night. And don't mind if you hear noises from Tino or Berwald's rooms, mostly Berwald's." He figured no one needed to know what the Nordics tended to get into half the time.
"Or Yao's!" Antonio threw in cheerily, completely oblivious to the look that Gilbert was throwing the other two. Lovino, fed up with what was being slightly-more-than-implied, started to tug on Antonio's wrist. "Come on, bastard. The sooner we get over with this, the sooner I can make sure that other potato bastard didn't do anything to Feli."
Antonio turned to the scowling boy, "Ahh! It's so cute how you care about your brother!" He cheered before flinging his arms around the boy and nuzzling his nose in the other's hair.
"Dammnit, you tomato freak, let go!" Lovino wriggled in his grip. Gilbert just snickered at their antics. "So who else is in this place? No one as awesome as we are, right, guys?"
"Of course not, mon cher. No one could ever dream of being this..."awesome" as you put it." Francis said. "But there are very interesting characters at this school...makes life more of an aventure."
"Yeah?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow.
He was interrupted by the sound of someone yelling at another student.
"You bloody git!" They heard the yell in a British accent. "Haha, Artie! You should have been watching where you're going!" They turned the corner to see a blushing blonde picking up books that were scattered across the ground and another blonde, this one with glasses, laughing and trying to help.
"You two should just get a room already," Lovino told them with a grumble. "Are you bugging him again, you stupid burger?"
"Just trying to be heroic, that's all!" Alfred grinned broadly, even as Arthur snatched his books away.
"Well, stop. It causes headaches for everyone who has a brain." Lovino said grumpily.
"Ah, Lovi, why do you have to be so mean about it? I think it's cute!" Antonio said as he watched the two teens interact.
"My point exactly..." Lovino said under his breath as Arthur looked up and sent the Spaniard a glare. "Cute? What the hell is cute about this situation?"
"It's obvious Monsieurs Arthur and Alfred love each other, as much as they argue every day, oui?" Francis winked conspiratorially at Gilbert.
"Shut up, you bloody frog!" Arthur scowled.
"L-love?" Alfred, who was completely oblivious up until this point, stuttered out. "W-well...I gotta go do...something..Bye!" He yelled quickly dashing off down the hall, trying to hide his blush.
"Hm...seems like they haven't confessed to each other yet." Francis stated, ignoring the fact that Arthur was still there, grumbling something about a "bloody frog" and swearing colourfully.
Lovino shook his head at the whole thing. "I'm going back. You're all a bunch of idiots. And that burger bastard is a wimpy."
"But Lovi~! We need to show Gil around the school!" Antonio said, grabbing Lovino's wrist and tugging it back towards the group.
"Hrmph. Fine. But you guys better not try to pull anything." He said, crossing his arms. Antonio smiled and hugged the Italian to his chest. "Ah~ Te amo, Lovinito~"
Lovino promptly began to flail his limbs, landing one good hit on the other boy's chest, causing him to let go.
"Geh, they are so mushy." Gilbert said, fake-gagging himself.
"Oh~ But I'm sure there's a certain Canadienne you would like to get câlin avec, non?" Francis said to a now-blushing Gilbert.
"Hey, that's my business. Besides, you know anyone I go out with has to be awesome like me, right?" Gilbert smirked. "Anything else we should avoid?"
He was cut off from anything more by a shout, then a loud clang, followed by a wok crashing through a nearby door and rolling down the hallway, slowly coming to a stop at their feet.
"Ivan! What are you doing, aru? Geez, you're going to cause a scene." An irate voice that held a distinct Chinese accent.
"Yao-Yao, why were you trying to attack me with the wok again?" A Russian's voice, which sent a shiver down everyone's back.
"Why? Why do you have your pipe?"
"I like my pipe, da?"
"Why do either of them have a wok or pipe?" Gilbert asked in a low hiss.
"That's their version of a lover's spat, I guess," Francis sweat dropped, trying to smile. "Don't annoy Yao, he's also a martial arts student. And Ivan's...well, he's one of the school bullies. How they ended up friends, escapes all of us."
Gilbert nodded as they edged towards the turn in the hallway-there was no other way out, sadly, seeing as to how they were on the second floor-and they quickly saw how they were a bit more than 'friends.'
Ivan had the Chinese man pushed against the wall, a leg wedged between the other's, one hand holding both of Yao's above his head while the other found its way up the smaller man's shirt, the two locked in a rather...intimate...kiss.
Francis drew their attention by whistling at the sight of them, making Lovino facepalm and Antonio laugh.
"Mon frere, you two should really get a better room! Even Tino and Berwald aren't so violent in their passions!"
"他妈的" The smaller of the two swore quietly as the Russian pulled away.
"Ah, you are right Francis." The Russian said, picking up the Chinese man and throwing him over his shoulder like a bag of rice. "Now if you will excuse us." The pair disappeared, and the group was positive that if they were to go back to the dorms any time soon they would be scarred beyond belief.
Lovino's eye twitched while Gilbert looked totally embarrassed by this turn of events.
"Well!" Francis clapped his hands together. "Shall we go and bond over a delicious meal? Surely, that can't go wrong at all!"
"Ve~ Big Brother Francis! Can it be pasta, please?" They looked up to see Feliciano, Kiki, and a disturbed Ludwig standing at the other side of the hallway, apparently having seen the same display as they just had witnessed.
"Was that...those two...was that NORMAL for the dorms?" Ludwig couldn't help voicing the same thought his brother seemed to be wondering.
"Ve~ Yeah! Ivan&Yao and Tino&Berwald and Fratello&'Toni and Kiku-chan&Mr. Heracles and-" Ludwig cut him off as he heard his older brother snicker. "T-that many people, huh?"
"CH-CHIGII! FELI, YOU IDIOT, DON'T GO SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT!" Lovino said, his face a healthy shade of red.
"I...I think I'll go get settled in. By myself," Ludwig sweat dropped just imagining how interesting the school year was going to be.
"B-but Ludwig~ We were go get pasta! Ve. Right Ludi? Right?" Feliciano tugged on Ludwig's shirtsleeve, looking close to tears.
Sighing as he knew he couldn't say 'no' to the Italian ready to cry, Ludwig patted his hand. "Ja, we'll go get pasta, Feliciano. Happy?"
"Ve~ Very!" He threw his arms around the blonde, all but jumping up and down in excitement.
Ludwig restrained him and looked over to their Japanese friend. "Kiku-san, shall we go? I think Gilbert will be fine with the other two." He hoped.
"Chigi! No, I'm not leaving Feliciano alone with those two." Lovino said, sending a glare over to the blonde whom his younger brother was clinging to.
"Ah~ Then let's all finish the tour together!" Antonio said happily.
The blond German facepalmed as he imagined what else could happen. "Ja, I suppose we should. Very well, then, you can lead on."
The group-Feli-decided they wanted to head out to the new Italian restaurant that had opened the week before, right down the street from the school. "So..they just let you wander off the campus?" Gilbert asked as the group walked out the front gates.
"Ve~ It matter's what dorms your in. It's all based on your RA. The administrators don't like to deal with that kind of stuff." Feliciano explained as they walked through the doors of the restaurant.
"If the RA we're dealing with is that sleepy Greek, no surprise he can get away with this," Ludwig figured. "Does he even do anything besides sleep on the couch?"
"Ve~ Yeah! He and Ki-" Feli was cut off by the quite Japanese boy reminding him he had to look at the menu to know what kind of pasta he wanted, blushing furiously as the rest of the group tried to hold back snickers.
Lovino had started yelling at Antonio again, trying to worm out of his arms and glaring at Ludwig. On the other hand, Francis was just chuckling at the whole thing.
When they had placed their orders, the two boys were who were new started to question the others about the school.
Ludwig, not surprisingly, was embarrassingly blunt. "Does everyone need to have a roommate in the dorms?" He was thinking just how potentially annoying it could be, with the Italian, and then not even thinking that Kiku might sneak around to see the Greek RA.
"Yeah, but most people (in our dorms) sneak out to see someone else...But you have one of the rooms with three people, non?" Francis said.
"Ja," Ludwig grumbled. "That's normal, right? Since we can't petition to move now..."
"Si~ But in our dorms it doesn't really matter, does it?" Antonio said, a slight smirk dancing across his face. "Our RA doesn't care where we 'sleep' as long as none of us are dead or sick..."
Lovino smacked him upside the head, saying something in Italian about perverted Spaniards. Ludwig kindly didn't point out that Kiku was blushing madly at Antonio's comments.
"So we could go visit the others without having to tell anyone?" Gilbert smiled. He was thinking of finding out where that adorable Canadian was staying, and paying him a...visit.
"Oui, but only if they are in our dorms. If they have a strict RA then that's an issue you'll have to figure out on your own." A sly smirk crossed Francis's face "Heureusement pour vous, notre petit Matthew est dans les dortoirs comme nous."
Gilbert's grin became larger, as he seemed to get the gist of what Francis was saying. "Even if that was a problem, I'm too awesome to worry about that!"
Ludwig shrugged when he got curious looks from Antonio and Francis. "If he gets into trouble, that's on you, not me. I stay out of his shenanigans."
"Ah! That reminds me! Lovi~ ¿vendrás a mi habitación esta noche? Tengo algo que dar." Antonio asked in rapid Spanish. "v-va bene" came the answer in Italian.
"Hm, so it seems you will be needing the room tonight, non?" Francis asked, the only other one who could make out the rapid Spanish.
"Si~"
Gilbert made a face as he caught on to something. "So where are we staying tonight, if they're going to kick us out for their business?"
"Well, you shall be staying with mon cher Mathieu, non? His frère should be no problem, seeing as he will probablement se faufiler dans la chambre d'Arthur." Francis said with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Gilbert grinned. "That's an awesome idea! He looks like he needs a friend, too!"
"As long as you don't scare him, bruder," Ludwig snorted. He was still trying to ignore the clingy Feliciano.
"Ehi, fratello, che vuol dire che Toni e stanno per essere fare i bambini?" Feliciano asked with an innocent look on his face.
"N-No, bastardo."
"Ah giusto! È il vostro anniversario, non è vero?"
"A-ah, sì."
"Buon divertimento~"
The other's looked on with slightly confused looks on their faces, save Antonio who could understand bits of the rapid Italian, as the brothers talked.
"Well, I'm sure we can let them alone for a while, oui?" Francis smiled at the others. "Perhaps we should plan a party tonight, in support of Antonio and Lovino's anniversary, of sorts."
"That would be such an awesome idea!" Gilbert went for it, "almost-as-awesome-as-me!"
"hacer bebés?" The Spaniard asked in an amused tone.
"stai zitto" The blushing Italian said in response. Antonio turned to the rest of the group. "A party sounds like fun!"
"I think this is going to mean a lot of beer tonight..." Ludwig sighed. "Bruder, we should get some before they decide to kick you out tonight."
"Kann ich nur ein wenig zuerst?" Gilbert asked in a pleading tone.
"Nein."
"Bitte?"
"Nein."
"Wenn ich gut bin?"
"Vielleicht, wenn Sie aus dem Ärger."
"Ehrfurcht gebietend!" Gilbert exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.
Francis smiled. He knew things were going to get very interesting with the new brothers around, very quickly.