The tone of the bell rang throughout the World Academy signifying the end to an ultimately unproductive day: especially from Romania's perspective between the English language teacher bursting into the French class yelling various profanities ranging from 'git' to more imaginative uses of his native language and the Russian student sat behind him 'kolkolkoling' at the poor Lithuanian guy next to him. He'd had a less than fabulous day, with nothing to occupy him as Bulgaria escaped having to take a language this year, "Lucky Bastard" Vlad muttered after heaving a heavy hearted sigh; due to being abandoned he became a bit of a loner in the class.
The only other person he knew being Hungary who sat a couple rows in front of him glaring at the Prussian student currently trying to invade a certain Austrians vital regions and he sure as hell wasn't about to resort to talking to her. Lest he wants his ear practically talked off about how 'wonderful Mister Austria was…' Or the more likely occurrence losing his remaining precious fang. With this in mind his thoughts turned more towards afterschool plans: in his brooding over the afternoon he almost forgot his 'date' with Bulgaria….well he at least was convinced it was a date
A quick glance at the clock told him unless he got his butt into gear he'd be late and the one thing Bulgaria couldn't stand was lateness, as the realisation hit, Vlad sprung out of his chair, bursting out the classroom heading towards the gates leaving a trail of smoke and shocked bystanders (including a crying if not confused Italian) in his wake. Quicker than Russia could swing a pipe Romania arrived at the gate to see everyone's favourite Bulgarian leaning against the post. Demitri gave a small wave which Vlad returned with enthusiastic vigor: after and afternoon steeped with isolation any form of social interaction was very much needed! With a running jump he suddenly tackled a surprised Demitri to the ground, giving passers by an amusing show consisting of a tomato red Demitri with a slightly predatory Vlad looming over him…needless to say Japan was 'documenting' this occasion for 'research' for his newest manga. A quiet yet unmistakable chuckle escaped Vlad, deciding that's enough teasing of his Demitri for now he hefted himself into an upright position offering his companion a hand. As soon as they were both steadily on their feet Vlad proceeded to unceremoniously drag Demitri to his house.