Guess who can write humor again? This chick! Doesn't mean I can get out of this new obsession for high school AUs though… This is from Alfred's POV just for kicks though.
I don't own Hetalia, but I do enjoy borrowing the characters from time to time.
Art? Really, public school system? I sign up for animal science as an elective and somehow manage to get the one thing I can't do to save my life? Really? Some year this is going to be, that's for sure.
But that wasn't all Sir Schedule had in store, apparently. My block schedule, which I'd planned to be dominated with sciences with maybe one mandatory History or English per semester, was instead close to the opposite.
My beautiful morning would be polluted with the evil of English, which would be a hardship on its own. Directly after that would be American History, which I guess could have been worse, like World History or something, but it was still definitely not going to be a favorite. In third period, I got AP Physics, which is great and all, but Physics itself is friggin' difficult. AP level is probably hell. But see, computer geeks like me can get far (from their parents basement in a couple years).
Last period was Art, Painting 1, to be exact. Yip-de-dee.
I was snagged out of my thoughts by my phone singing the National Anthem, which may seem odd, but Mattie's ringtone is something in French, so I think it runs in the family. Eh, probably.
The phone's bright display was contrasted by the name 'Ludwig' in dark, heavy text. Way to make my day better, a healthly dose of 'What have I done this time?' I pressed the accept call button and brought it to my ear, getting ready to flinch at the reprimanding I was probably about to receive.
But instead, in a happy surprise, I couldn't even say hello before I got an earful of incoherent blabbering. A very… Italian incoherent blabber.
"Feli, Feli!" I raised my voice a little bit into the mouthpiece, and it seemed to get Feliciano to stop for just a minute. "Just chill out. First of all, how did you get your hands on Ludwig's phone?" When I'm talking to Feli, I always seem to feel just a little bit responsible. But I guess everyone feels mature around that Italian, maybe it was the aura that he gave off or something.
"Ve~, I was at Luddy's house and I forgot mine and I was going to go home but Lovi was home and whenever I talk to him he seems to get angry at me and I don't like people who are mad at me," There was no punctuation for this boy when he was telling a story was there? I figured I would just let him talk for a little while before I stopped him. Again, my maturity around this guy seemed to skyrocket. "and I had to call for Grandpa to get me my shoes because I think I forgot my left one but your name is at the top of the contact list and-" I stopped him there, not just because of this going on forever, but I figure I have to call Gilbert or someone, tell them I'm trying out for football this year.
"I've done stuff like that before! Do you have any other things to tell me?" Feliciano's stories may last forever, but they tend to be funny. Also, it's better than staring at my failure of a schedule or listening to other people have great ones.
"Oh yeah! Me and Luddy kissed!" My breath stopped for a moment and I tried to think about this new information. I always knew something was going on between those two, but really, was there any better way to rub in my relationship problems?
I realized I was supposed to respond when I heard the silence on the other end of the phone. "That's great! What did ya'll do right?" If I could set Feliciano on another spiel, I would have time to sort out my thoughts in only a semi-clouded way.
His voice turned into an accented drone in the background as I wrapped my mind around it. I guess saying that made me sound like I had something for one or the other, but that's not it. Basically, the rest of the school would follow suit. I mean, if the two most polar opposite people in the world, ever, could get together, then why couldn't anyone else? Summer romances are hits with the girls, and they would probably go crazy.
Which is great for their love interests, I guess. But I didn't think that anyone could possibly be into me, seeing as I'm a hyperactive jerk-ish type most of the time, at least according to Mattie and just about everyone else. Not to mention problems in my new fourth period. This streak of luck is just getting better and better.
Which reminded me, "Hey Feli, do you have any tips on art for me? I have it as a new class, and I suck like hell at it and I know you're a genius when it comes to that stuff."
"First I need to know which art you're gonna take! I'm going to be in Pottery and Sculpture!" He sounded overjoyed about it, but I figured he had a right to be. It was his favorite, after all.
"Painting 1, I think." I replied, hoping to everything that Feliciano would have the improbable information of an escape route from that class, or a something-or-another to draw that will place me in a different elective.
But no such luck, I realized, as Feliciano seemed to smile through the phone back at me, "That's the easiest one, silly! My Grandpa's the teacher, and he'll teach you all the basics! You've got nothing to worry about!"
Which brings me to where I am now, with plenty to worry about.
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Do you know the weirdest sensation? When a seat is warm. Of course, toilet seats take the crown in this event, but it's really friggin' awkward no matter what you do. Put a jacket or something else on top of it? Not gonna work, the warmth will spread through and be even worse, especially with the new bumps. Switch chairs? Nope, if karma wants you, karma will get you.
I'd rather sit on one of those seats that feels like it was only recently pulled out of the freezer than to sit on a stupid, retarded, warm seat.
And that preference of mine is really helping me deceiver how crappy this year is going to be. Every single class so far, even my first period somehow, has had warm seats. Even my lunch table's chair was the just-been-sat-in warm. All throughout the day I've been squirming and trying to find even a little bit of the chair that isn't some awkward temperature.
But I haven't so far, and even in my fourth period, with a drawing capabilities test in front of me (which I'm probably going to fail, just so you know), I can't seem to get into a position that isn't awkward through my denim. And I think that the whole class is looking up and staring every five seconds at me, because I also managed to get the squeakiest stool in the history of the world.
On the bright side of things, not all my teachers or kids in my class are completely horrible. The teacher for English is some British chick that doesn't look old, but she's the type of person who you can just tell is like a million years old. For American History, I have a lady who sort of reminds me of my mother, just my mom doesn't have awesome heritage in the Cherokee Indians.
For Physics I have this German guy who is real strict and has a glare that could probably combust someone if looks could kill. But I think he means well, and who am I kidding, thinking I couldn't like someone who is teaching Physics! And lastly, I have Mr. Vargas, Feliciano's grandpa. Now it's easy to see where Feli gets his away-with-the-fairies persona and talent in the arts.
The kids in my class are great too, like I share History and Physics with Kiku. He would probably be in English with me also, but sadly he has to go to English Second Language during first period. During fourth, he probably has math, or something I'd like more than art.
Feli and I share one class, American History, so at least I'm not totally alone during second. I think my brother might also share that class with me also but I can never be sure exactly where he is…
And then, how could I forget, Arthur. We have the same schedule, except he's in AP English and History, while I'm in AP Physics. At least we get to see each other in Art, which is more than we got freshman year. We used to only be locker buddies, but now we're totally artist buddies!
I remember the 'we'll see each other in art' part as soon as I finish my thought. A sharp jab in my side tells me just how annoying the squeaking is to others, especially matched up with a scowl on the face of the Brit poking. I fight his scowl power with the smile equal to probably a thousand suns, which for some reason only makes him jab a second, harder time, and turn back to his drawing.
Finally, I sit still long enough to lower the gazes of everyone in the room and draw the first couple lines of my picture. I have an idea in my head, but it doesn't seem to want to transfer onto the paper. I hardly even want to be here, my whole schedule kinda sucks, and there's a stupid warm, squeaky chair that makes it so if I move even a fraction of an inch it'll sound like I just stabbed a friggin' banshee.
Which leads me to a decision that pretty much punctuates how much I like this chair. Calmly, I pick it up and calmly begin the walk to the door. And calmly I open the heavy, gray door leading to the spray painting part of the courtyard and calmly place the chair down. I might not be as calm when I finally kick the stool over, and hear with a satisfying smile the last little creak it makes when my foot connects.
I guess it was some kind of stress reliever, because getting a dying squeak from a stool shouldn't have felt as satisfying as it did. But I really don't care, because Mr. Vargas is probably burning a hole in the back of my head through the little window slot they use for code reds and stuff.
Everyone's eyes are on me when I walk back inside, without my stool, and when I kind of kneel in front of my workspace. Arthur seems to stare at me the longest before turning back to his shaded and everything drawing. I also turn back to mine and try to focus on the task at hand.
I guess the picture isn't as bad as it could be, especially when my judgment isn't clouded with that stupid stool underneath me. Maybe if I just make some of the lines lighter the hole in the paper won't stand out as much, or if I use my finger to spread the lead I can make the edges a little bit less definite. At least, that's what I think will work, judging by the dark gray stains on Arthur's middle finger and the musky lines that make the picture blend in a smoky way for him.
On mine though, the lines just give way to a sloppy looking stain going unevenly outside the lines. I try to ignore it and finish adding the shading to what was supposed to be a park bench in the afternoon. It ends up looking like a breakup scene in the rain from a bad movie I watched last weekend, which I guess kind of fits my day so far. It was supposed to be sunny and a new start, but instead I got a bad forecast.
First chapter down, some odd number more to go. Yes, I know Feli isn't that hyper, no need to tell me. I just wanted to write a ramble scene XD. E-cookie to those of you who know who the teachers are!
I hope you liked it, and pretty please review! I even love things like plz updte! and :D. Also, I need some feedback on whether this was funny, just so-so, or totally OOC. Just no flames, mostly cause I don't have any marshmallows.