A/N: Hi! Okay, first off, this isn't really about being in Band Camp, but is more based off the joke of all the stuff that happens when you're in band. My friend asked me to write this, cause she's in our schools Winter Percussion, and there is SO MUCH DRAMA. Seriously, I heard this one guy—Heh, no, that's for another chapter… ^^' Anyway, yeah, most of the things going on in this are based off what my friend hears about in band. :DD And, there is no 'main character' really, everyone is in it, and I hope to make it equal.
I'm thinking of being a little more professional with this stuff, so, here you go~
Disclaimer: Dudes, I don't own Hetalia. There would way more yaoi in it if I did.
Warnings: Excessive use of Band instruments and terms, Drama, Pairings changing every few chapters, Yaoi possibly, and use of swears, perverted speech, slang, teenage stuff. Oh, and maybe even talk of drugs. What kind of high school would this be without it?
Just so you guys aren't confused at all- Wales is Arwyn, Ireland is Torin, and Scotland is Duncan, New Zealand is Faren Bennet, Australia is Jett Bennet, Romania is Vladimir Vasilescu, Bulgaria is Gavrail Buchvarov, Rome is Julius Vargas, and Germania is Sigifrith Beilschmidt
And now, here's the first chapter! Hope you guys like it! ; u ;
World Academy is a famous, international school for a number of things: the occasional genius-status student, its beautiful campus, the amazing Arts Department, and so on. It's a school for the rich, incredibly smart, and talented. As expected of a school like this, their show choir, band, and visual arts department in general are jam-packed with artists and thespians, all bursting with talent and promise. And hormones. Yes, hormones. This is a high school, and what high school doesn't have hormones and drama galore? That's right. None.
One would expect most of the drama to be with the thespian kids, the show choir and drama students, but that's not necessarily true. Band (Marching band, winter percussion) students are a time-bomb of emotion, and something dramatic happens all the time. That one Trombone player might sleep with the Piccolo player one night, and then be back with his Bass drum-playing ex-girlfriend the next day. The Woodwinds section leader might get high or drunk during a performance and ruin everything. Someone might even get it on in the band closet!
Its high school; who knows what's gonna happen next? No one! Besides the narrator. You know, 'cause the narrator knows all. And that's how you, the reader, will also know. Through the narrator. So, let's introduce this series of drama now.
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It's the beginning of the school year at World Academy, and already the band students (even though some of them are also thespians and could be doing other stuff; but let's set that thought aside) are lining up at the entrance to the band room, instruments in hand, ready to get passes to go to the band room during studies, or just find somewhere besides their dorm rooms to store their big drums, brass, and woodwind instruments. Most of them are completely fine with their smallish or medium sized rooms having space taken up by their beloved instruments, however, so they're kind of just there for passes and/or to hang out in the room where they spend at least 2 hours every day in already.
"You know, Quads were invented in Korea," Im Yong Soo, one of the most annoying Snare players in band and probably his home country of Korea, said to Elizabeta Héderváry, the Hungarian tenor drum section leaser, with a wink. Elizabeta, a strong, independent white girl who doesn't need no Korean boy hitting on her so annoyingly, promptly punched his arm as she walked over to her Austrian friend, Roderich Edelstein, who is Pitt section leader. Im Yong Soo found another person to pester in the form of the Hong Kong native, Xiao Kaoru, who could tolerate the Korean better than most people, and might even go as far as to call him a good friend.
Across the hall stood Feliks Łukasiewicz, the Polish Pittster, and his friend Toris Laurinaitis, a Lithuanian clarinet player, talking about the ever intimidating Ivan Braginski, a Russian Pittster who enjoyed scaring the Latvian mellophone player, Raivis Galante, as well as the Estonian tuba player, Eduard Von Bock, and said Lithuanian. In fact, as Feliks and Toris were talking about the Russian terror (who was rumored to be named after Ivan the Terrible of Russia), Raivis was being teased by him, while Eduard could barely pry his eyes off his iPhone to witness the poor kid sniffle as he lost another quarter inch of his height from Ivan's strong hand pushing down.
Ivan's two sisters, Katyusha the Ukrainian alto sax player and Natalia Arlovskaya, a Belarusian flute player, just watched in concern for the Latvian, and love for their brother respectively. And, why are they siblings, yet with different last names and nationalities? Long story, one that we won't get into for a while. Why? Because that's what the narrator said, and all arguments are invalid. That's why.
Ahem. Now, as all this stuff happened, Alfred F. Jones, the American trombone player who insisted on having his middle initial be seen if his last name was mentioned, even though no one even knew what his middle name was, and his brother, Matthew Williams, a Canadian Pittster, (You may ask again, 'how are they related?'. Same answer as last time) were walking through the groups of band students.
"Do you remember that one day of Band camp? When we caught Sigifrith and Julius making out? Aww man, that was hilarious!" Alfred said loudly, and Matthew's face grew a little red when some of the other students looked over at them with disapproving glares.
"Yes, I do remember, Al. I don't think anyone could forget, even without you screaming it down the hall," Matthew said silently. He rolled his eyes at his brother's idiocy and obnoxiousness. Alfred had been going on about band camp memories since they woke up, as he had been every day for the past 2 weeks. Alfred really got excited around the time band and band camp started.
As they walked by, Lovino Vargas, an Italian snare player, watched with a glare. His and his brother, Feliciano Vargas (who was a trumpet player, also from Italy) were the grandsons of Julius Vargas, even though Julius really didn't look a day over 26. Lovino disliked anyone bringing that band camp incident up, or any of the other 20 they'd had where someone caught Julius and Sigifrith making out, as Lovino didn't want anyone in his family having relations with a 'potato bastard'. So naturally the fact that his younger brother was dating Ludwig Beilschmidt, the German band conductor in his brothers' grade and one of Sigifrith's sons, pissed him off especially. And so he focused all this anger on Alfred as the blonde walked by talking about these incidents. Lovino was too tired to yell at the hamburger bastard though, so he just burned a hole through the American's head with his eyes.
Gilbert Beilschmidt, brother of Ludwig, son of Sigifrith, and snare player, was at that time telling said brother Ludwig of his awesomeness, while the latter just wanted to be able to see Feliciano without being cussed at by Lovino. But, you know, that's a little hard to do, since it's Lovino we're talking about. So he just settled for pretending to listen to his brother proclaim his awesomeness while he and Feliciano send each other texts.
Five Scandinavian students were in their own group near the entrance to the band room. Tino Väinämöinen, the Finnish quads player, and Berwald Oxenstierna, Swedish bass player, were looking through an IKEA catalogue, while Tino also asked for the Swedes opinion on what to name the dog Tino wanted to get. Mathias Køhler, Danish quads player, was talking excitedly to the Norwegian piccolo player, Lukas Bondevik, about something that Lukas didn't care to listen to. Lukas' brother Emil Steilsson, an Icelandic born Pittster, was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall as he slipped a few pieces of salmiakki into his mouth. He was looking around the room when he caught the eye of Kaoru, who looked at him intently before Emil looked away, blushing. Lukas, who apparently likes to watch his brother closely, noticed the exchange and narrowed his eyes. But no one could really tell that his eyes were narrowed, since his face remained mostly deadpanned and expressionless, like always. Anyway, he was kind of pissed off.
So, as Lukas was silently and expressionlessly fuming, Arthur Kirkland, the British Pittster with big eyebrows, and his brothers, Arwyn (who played Trombone and had more of a Welsh accent than a British accent), Torin (their half-brother from Ireland who played the trumpet), and Duncan (the oldest brother, who insisted on speaking with a Scottish accent, played trombone, and was Brass section leader) made their very loud entrance. Torin and Duncan were fighting loudly over something that must have happened at breakfast, while Arwyn looked like he wanted to step in and stop it, but was unable to, since he would most likely be pushed away by his bigger brothers. Arthur looked like he just wanted to be invisible when all eyes turned to them for a good five minutes as the Irish and Scotsman fought. He noticed Alfred still talking to Matthew a few yards up, picked up his guitar case, and jogged over, glad to be away from his insane older brothers, finally.
"Yo, Artie, remember that one time at band camp—" Alfred began, but was cut off by Arthur.
"Yes, Alfred, I haven't forgotten. You've been reminding me of it far too often for that," Arthur said as he rolled his eyes. "Those idiots can never stop fighting." Arthur looked back at his brothers, who were just as Arthur had left them.
Matthew nodded. "What happened this time?"
Arthur shrugged. "The same thing that always happens. Duncan was telling us all about his bagpipes and how they should be an instrument in Marching Band, and Torin of course had to insult bagpipes, the bloody wanker, and that's how they've been dealing with it the rest of the morning."
"Heh, you said wanker, Artie," Alfred snorted as he thought of what the word actually meant.
Arthur glared at Alfred. "Stop thinking that 'masturbator' is the only meaning of the word! It means idiot too, dipstick. And my name isn't 'Artie', it's 'Arthur'." But alas, Alfred didn't care about the technicalities Arthur liked to go into.
"I wonder when Julius will be opening the band room." Matthew asked to no one in particular. And yes, everyone refers their band director as his actual name. Behind his back. When he's in the room they refer to him as 'J-fly'. As for Sigifrith, he's T-Swag. They both hate the nicknames, but it's better than what the kids originally wanted to call them. Which we won't get into. Yet.
Lars Jansen, the Dutch Woodwind section leader who played alto sax, answered the rhetorical question. "Right now," he said as he walked by them with his Belgian half-sister, Emma, who also played the alto sax. He grinned and saluted at them as he walked into the room.
As most of the band students filed inside, Francis Bonnefoy, French clarinet player who was known for being, well, a whore, and Antonio Fernández Carriedo, a Spanish Pittster, just arrived. Antonio was telling Francis about the bongo drums that he'd recently bought, and how much he liked them. It was really cute, so Francis decided to hug him. And grope him, you know, cause he's Francis. But Antonio didn't realize that, because, you know, he's Antonio.
Gilbert came over to them while this happened and glomped them, as Alfred likes to say, and they all fell over, laughing. A Greek bass player, Heracles Karpusi, and his Egyptian friend, Gupta Hassan, walked right over them while the Turkish snare player, Sadik Adnan, raced after them, intent on starting a fight with Heracles, because that's just what they did. It was kind of a tradition for them to start fighting over something stupid before they reached the band room. And, yeah, it always happened. Sadik made sure of that. If you think about it, it's kind of how Duncan and Torin are.
Meanwhile, in the band room, Wang Yao (or Yao Wang . . . however it's said), the Chinese bass player was talking to his cousin's, Vietnamese alto sax player, Liên Kim, and Taiwanese flute player Xiao Mei , with Yong Soo and Kaoru pestering their other cousin, Honda Kiku, a Japanese Pittster right next to them.
Faren Bennet, the little New Zealander that played Trumpet, and his older half-brother, Jett Bennet, an Australian trombone player, were putting their instruments down as they waited for J-fly to come out of the band office so that they could get passes for their studies, when Vladimir Vasilescu (a Romanian tuba player who liked to annoy people and fool around) and his Bulgarian friend, Gavrail Buchvarov, who played the clarinet, came barging through, and knocked down their cases. Faren's eyes widened and he flung himself down to see if his beloved instrument was okay or not. Jett raised his fist in the air comically and told them off loudly, but was really more concerned with his trombone, as any sane band kid would be. What? A band kid's instrument is like a mother's baby. Don't mess with a band instrument.
Anyway. J-fly was in his office while all this horrible stuff went on, talking to T-swag about the Band Camp incident, where the kids had caught them making out. No, they didn't know that the students had seen it happening at least 20 times before that. Naturally they were a little worried. But we don't have to see any of that yet. Nah, let's just move on to where a certain German (Or as he'd rather say, 'Prussian') boy stood with his friends, right in the band room doorway.
Francis was going on about how he'd gotten laid by one twin on Monday and the other on Tuesday, but mixed up their names. ". . . and when she started hitting me with her Trigonometry book I decided it'd be a good time to leave, but then her sister came into the room, and she started throwing pencils at me. . ." Francis went on like that, but Gilbert wasn't really paying attention. He was a little busy checking out Elizabeta, who was standing with her crush, Roderich.
Well, damn.
A/N: Woo hoo! I finished the first chapter! And only in like, a day. HOW WEIRD. I usually take forever. (This will be a long Authors Note, I can tell)
First off, I realize that some things may be weird, and that this isn't my usual writing style. Yup. Haha, I'm not sure if anyone will like this new style of mine-that-isn't-really-new-to-other-authors. IT'S CALLED USING HUMOR. I'M NEW TO IT, APPARENTLY. I've noticed that most of my fanfictions aren't very funny, contrary to their genre, sooooooo. Yeah. I hope this one is actually good. xD And as funny as I want it to be..
The rating will probably change, you know, cause I might have some smut later on. I'll warn you guys when that happens. xD And I know that some of these characters have names that Hima said are possible names for them, but the ones that I named here are named this because I felt like shaking it up a bit. I like these names, they're interesting.
J-fly and T-swag are the nicknames for my schools band teacher Mr. Flinn and this guy Tom who helps out at Winter Percussion. xD Like, it's hilarious. You know it is, don't deny it.
For those of you who /haven't/ already been to my Facebook page, it's titled 'Fantasizedemo97'. Yeah, same thing as on here. xD UHHHHHHM.
Yeah, I think that's it. Sorry for the long authors note. orz. Anyway, reviews, favorites, alerts, those are all awesome. :D Especially reviews. xS (And if you have questions you can put those in the review, or on my facebook page)