Warning: Chiara's language and I guess Prussia's health lesson.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the song We No Speak Americano, I do however own the plot because sadly this actually happened.

Chiara and Felicia walk up to bus glad that it is Friday. The girls take their seats diagonally from each other and begin discussing their days. Chiara was explaining how she was tormenting her classes crybaby. Her peace was ruined when her three worst nightmares arrived on the bus. Prussia followed by the other two members of the infamous Bad Touch Trio; Antonio and Francis who sat in front of her.

Chiara ignores the annoying Prussian attempting to talk to her. "Hey want to see what we learned in health class?" He asks. Chiara's hazel eyes meet the albino's and she sees the glint in his eyes.

"No bastardo. Just shut the fuck up and leave mia sorella and I alone," she hisses. Chiara turns to her book bag and pulls her IPod and quickly hands one of the ear buds to her sister. We No Speak Americano plays and they still hear his rambling. Of course Antonio and Francis were all for seeing the note-book and the Prussian quickly opened his bag and pulled it out.

"Idiota, don't. There are people near us who don't want to see that," Chiara warns.

"Chi, you don't even know what we're learning," he pretends to whine. Chiara glares at him and pulls her drawing binder out of her bag and slowly brings it out as if to hit him.

"No sorella don't hit him! I don't want you to get in trouble!" Felicia begs. Chiara reluctantly puts the binder down next to her in the practically empty three seater she has to herself. Felicia smiles and looks the other way listening to her music.

"Well then albino bastard, what are you learning?" Chiara narrows her eyes at the pervert and waits for the expected answer.

"The Male and Female repr-" he begins.

"I don't want to hear the end kid that sentence," she growls. If the weren't on school property he would be dead. Then again Felicia would never allow her boyfriends older brother to die by her sister's hand.

Prussia then begins to open the note-book and Chiara forces Felicia to turn her head the opposite direction. "So I drew a diagram in Mr. Stewart's class today! Want to see it?" The Prussian asks his voice filled with happiness. Chiara's confusion increases why was he so happy over a diagram anyway.

She catches a glance when she turns to ask Felicia a question. She shakes her head upon a glance at it. Then to her horror she remembers she has Mr. Stewart as well. "Did you have to draw that. As in the teacher told you to?" She says with a hint of fear in her voice

Gilbert hesitates a moment before replying, "Ja, he did," Chiara can tell he's lying. who hesitates on something like that? The Prussian was in fact lying, not that he would admit it to the Italian who was glaring at him.

"Sure, you pervert. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but Tea bitch and bastard were right," She replies smirking, "you are a wanker." Felicia who was taught the word begins laughing and smirking as well. What happened next was unexpected by all the passengers on the bus. Something only an idiot would say repeatedly was said. The Prussian than proceeded to call himself a wanker repeatedly. A mor e acurate description of his saying it would be more of a tone-deaf singing. Rosa and Arthur Kirkland look back at him slightly petrified. Taking the opportunity to taunt him, "You don't know what it means, but I do."

"Tell me," He begs.

"Nope!"

"Unawesome-" He begins

"I wouldn't go there you canga."

"Tell the awesome me," He begs.

"Look it up and leave me alone!"