Uhh...hey everybody Yotty here! So this is like my first time wirting a fanfiction, unles you count my English assignment...So anyways I'm freakishly nervous, but yeah as my first fanfiction i really hope this goes well! So I'm not to sure about how updates are gonna work out. I guess it depends on how lazy I am, if I randomly fall asleep during the day, or if my teachers decide to pile on the homework, or not. I'm hoping y'all will give this story a chance, and remember REVIEWS ARE LOVE!
Lovino stood staring at the clock, tapping his foot impatiently in rhythm with the clock's ticks. Where was Feliciano? And where was Antonio, if those two idiots didn't hurry the hell up they were all gonna be late to class! "Ve, Lovino!" Feliciano cried happily, wrapping his arms around his brother! "Lovi!" Antonio also cried out happily, but the other couldn't wrap his arms around him, because Feliciano was still clinging to him. "You have some nerve tomato bastard!" Lovino cried angrily at Antonio. "What do you mean?" Antonio asked genuinely confused. "What do you mean, what do I mean, you two are late as hell!" "Ve, Lovi calm down, it's not like we were late on purpose." Feliciano the younger of the two brothers said trying to calm his older brother down. "Okay then you two bastards wanna give me a good reason as into why you're so late?" Lovino said trying to calm himself down. "Alfred wanted to copy Antonio's Spanish homework and he took too long." Feliciano explained calmly, while Antonio nodded his head in agreement to everything Feliciano said. Just as the three boys were about to head to their next class they heard a message on the loud speaker "Francis Bonnefoy, Alfred F. Jones, and Gilbert Beilschmidt please report to the office.", said the principal's cool voice carrying through the school. "Leave it to the perverted bastard, the hamburger bastard, and the self-obsessed bastard to get them into a shit load of trouble." Lovino said, causing Antonio to scold him. "Lovi it's not nice to talk about them like that." "What are you three doing out here, get to class!" An angered voice said, causing the two Italians, and the Spaniard to nearly jump. When they turned around they saw it was only the science teacher Mr. Smith on his prep time. "Yes sir." Antonio replied. When the three of them walked into biology class all heads turned towards them. When they looked up at the clock they realized they were well over ten minutes late. "Why are you so late boys?" asked Mr. Johnson with a scowl on his face. All three boys stood there with their faces burning as they realized that they didn't have a legit excuse as into why they were late. "Well, I'm waiting." Mr. Johnson said crossing his arms and tapping his foot. "I'm sorry sir, but we don't have a reason, or a pass for that matter." Antonio spoke up for all three of them. "Very well, but you three do realize this is the third time you've been late, and you know that means you have a detention." said the biology teacher who was no longer angry. Nodding the three boys dragged themselves into their seats, faces red. After class was lunch, thankfully. "Ve~ Ludwig we got detention." Feliciano announced to the German, and everyone else at the table. "Unfortunately Feli, you're not the only ones." Gilbert said sitting down at the table, followed by Alfred and Francis. "It's so messed up that they would even consider giving the hero detention." Alfred declared with a pout. "Well maybe you should consider behaving." suggested Mathew Williams, Alfred's Canadian twin brother. But unlike Alfred, Mathew or Mattie, or even Matt as everyone called him was just the opposite of his "heroic" twin brother. While Alfred was loud and outgoing, Mathew was quiet, shy, and almost impossible to read. "You know Mattie, I think you're on to something.", said Gilbert, actually pondering what the Canadian said, thinking he should listen to him, but then thought better of it. "You think he's on to something?" said Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother.
"You've got to be effing kidding me!", he practically shouted, being careful not to cuss, knowing all too well what would happen if someone heard him cuss. "Well I like totally think you should all just like take a chill pill, or something!" said Feliks Łukasiewicz, a Polish cross dressing student. "You know what Feliks, I think I liked you more when you were shy as hell!" announced Gilbert. Feliks then dipped a carrot stick in ranch and threw it at Gilbert. "Like, in your face!" Feliks declared happily when the carrot stick hit Gilbert in the eye, and the ranch proceeded to drip down his face and onto his black jacket. Everyone at the table tried to stifle a giggle or suppress a smile, except for the Pole, the American, and Im Young Soo, a Korean, who all burst out laughing. Pretty soon everyone started laughing, and Gilbert seized the opportunity by dipping a fry in some ketchup, and throwing it at the Pole. Feliks immediately stopped laughing as he looked down at his shirt. It took him no more than a second to realize that Gilbert had thrown the fry at him. "God damn you, you Prussian son of a bitch!" Feliks stood up, slamming his palms on the table. "I can't believe you threw a fry at me, dipped in ketchup no less!" immediately Gilbert began regretting what he had done, but he decided to fight back anyways. "I only threw a fry 'cause you threw a carrot at me! It's your fault you started it!" Gilbert exclaimed in a sad attempt to defend himself, because he knew he started it. "Gilbert I threw a carrot with ranch on it at you, and you're wearing black leather for the Lord's sake, you threw a fry with ketchup and I'm wearing light pink cotton!" Feliks was more omg-I-can't believe-you- would-do-this-to-me-mode than angry at this point. "Seriously Gil, I like totally expected more from you." the Pole said with a sad shake of his head. And that ended that fight, as well as lunch, as the bell rang to get to the next class. It was at this bell that Gil, and Feliks got up to wash off their shirts. "Beilschmidt!" the teacher shouted as Gilbert walked into class almost thirty minutes late. "And you too Feliks!" the teacher's eyes widened in shock as Feliks slowly walked into class. "Uhh...I can like totally explain." he said lamely. And he could, he honestly could, just not to this teacher. As soon as he and Gilbert got into the bathroom Gilbert quickly wiped the ranch off of his jacket, but Feliks had to scrub his shirt for hours before he could get the stain out. And even then you could still see some of the ketchup. Even though Gilbert had finished quickly Feliks made him wait for him as revenge for ruining his new shirt. "Okay then Feliks, tell me why two are both thirty minutes late!" the teacher's face was red with anger. "We're not thirty minutes late, you're just thirty minutes early." Gilbert shot out at the teacher. "Excuse me, Beilschmidt!" by now the teacher was totally spazzing out. "You heard me lady, so get over it, before I stop letting you bask in my unstoppable awesomeness!" "A-are you threatening me?" the teacher shrieked.