A/N: Hello spamano fans and yaoi lovers! This is my first story for Hetalia and I hope you like it. Well, without further ado, here is T.L.T.L.
The Love and the Lead
"Beilschmit! Bonnefoy! Carriedo! Get your butts to the principle's office. And Jones, you better wipe that smirk off your face before I send you down there with them." Oh, Coach was pissed. He knew the Bad Touch Trio was up to their usual tricks, but this time it was worse. So much worse. They had managed to put itching powder in his sweatpants and baseball cap. Now the coach's face was red, his scalp was burning and his crotch was on fire.
The trio of troublemakers snickered at the sight of him. This was, by far, their greatest prank of the month. The other kids in the class were trying so hard to stifle their laughs and giggles as Coach Harris turned to scratch that burning itch.
Throwing his hands up in frustrating yet comical defeat, the P.E. teacher yelled, "Out! Out! Out!" The trio then bolted for the door.
"That was awesome," Gilbert said once they were in the safety of the hallway. His ruby red eyes shined with excitement.
See, Gilbert was the prank master of the group. He threw the wildest parties, played pranks on the strictest teacher, and has been tripled dog dared into eating a live cockroach. He was definitely the "bad".
Francis let out a dramatic sigh. "Mon ami, must you always say that after every skullduggerous act we commit." Way to kill the mood, Frenchy.
Francis was the perverted playboy who would do anything to get into anyone's- and that means anyone's- pants. Or as Arthur would put it "that bloody, snogging wanker". He was definitely the "touch" of the trio.
"The day I stop saying awesome is the day you become a Vatican priest."
"Guys, guys," Now it was Antonio's turn to butt in. He put his hands up to separate the Frenchman and the Prussian. "Let's just head to the office so our punishment won't be doubled."
Antonio was the friendliest and the most harmless guy in the trio. The Spaniard was the "great compromiser" between his two friends and his bright emerald eyes spoke nothing but kindness hidden by great, great stupidity. He was definitely what kept this trio together.
Gil gave his friend a skeptic look. "The awesome me does not do detention." The said albino started making his way towards the school's exit until his phone started to sing "I'm Awesome". Without even looking to see who was calling him, the Prussian pushed the answer and speaker buttons.
"GILBERT BEILSCHMIT, IF YOU ARE NOT IN THE PRINCIPLE'S OFFICE IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS YOU WILL GET A FRYING PAN TO THE FACE!" The cell phone screeched so loudly that random class cutters aimlessly walking the halls stopped to stare.
Gil's voice shook and cracked. "H-Holy shit, Liz. How do you even know where I am?" He quickly looked around to see if she was hiding anywhere near. The Hungarian was no where in sight.
"That's not important", Elizaveta growled. "Just get to the office. Now." The call ended with that.
Antonio deadpanned, "And this is why we don't skip punishments…"
"The consequence is only ten times worse," Francis chimed in.
He sent his friend dirty looks, but knew that even attempting to face the wrath of Elizaveta Hedervary was a suicide mission. Gil shivered at the thought of that.
The Bad Touch Trio soon made their way to the office ten minutes late. That being due to Francis' flirting with Joan and Michelle. And then the Frenchman had to be dragged off so Joan wouldn't take a spear to his precious Eiffel Tower. When the albino opened the door to the office, he got what he deserved: a frying pan to the face. A sickening crack was heard, making clear that she broke his nose.
"You idiot! I specifically said ten seconds, not ten minutes!"
Holding his nose to stop the blood flow, the Prussian retorted, "Blame Francis." And for that the Frenchman doubled over in pain from a swift kick to the ribs.
Antonio, looking sorry for his friends, walked in the office knowing that there was nothing he could do for them. Inside revealed Principle Powers; who was sitting there with a devilish grin, an ancient looking, old lady, and a kid that kind of looked a lot like Alfred.
"Elizaveta," the principle said. "Will you please bring in the other two? I'd like to speak with all of you." The young Hungarian obliged.
Powers stood, making the curls of her long dark hair bounce. Yeah, she was truly magnificent. A knock out some would say. But like everything rose she has her own thorns. "Now boys, I think you know why I called you here." The Bad Touch Trio nodded. "Good. It has come to my attention that instead just giving you a regular two week detention or three day suspension, that should take real action."
Principle Powers' heels clicked across the marble floor as she made her way towards them. "You three are getting older too. You're juniors, for Pete's sake! Next year you'll be looking forward to prom, graduation, and college acceptance letters. So that is when I thought of the perfect way to punish you."
Her olive green eyes, once hard and cold, danced with excitement. A sinister smile was placed upon her lips. Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert gulped cause they knew all hell was about to break loose.
The principle starts, "Ah, Francis Bonnefoy. Due to your perverted antics and shameless flirting there has been an enormous amount of complaints from the cheerleading squad, art club, dance team, science club, drama department, AV club, choir, band- the list goes on and on. For your punishment you will be spending the rest of the school year with Sister Pamela." She pointed to the old-crone-turned-nun.
The Frenchman sputtered, "But- but…"
"No buts!" she barked.
"Why a nun?" he moaned. Francis tugged on his blonde locks and gave his principle a pleading look.
Powers retorted, "You need to learn morals and you need a good beating with a yard stick."
Sister Pamela approached him. "Don't worry, deary. You'll have a grand time with me. Why, we'll recite Hail Mary's and help at the soup kitchen." Sure her cheery tone was and sweet smile was reassuring, but those eyes had something wicked brewing behind them.
Placing an iron grip on the Frenchman's wrist, the old nun started to drag the poor lad out. "WHY?"
One down, two to go.
"Gilbert Beilschmit," the principle said. "Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert. You've been a pain in my neck since I was the assistant principle at Little Nations Middle School. Now here, at World Cultures High, you're still a huge pain."
Chuckling nervously, he said, "I can't be that bad, right?" The Prussian bit his lip and wiped his clammy hands on the front of his pants. He definitely knew what was next.
Principle Powers raked her fingers through dark chocolate locks and gave him a skeptic look. "Yes, you are. If it's not putting miniature stink bombs in Mr. Cipriano's coffee then it's pouring sour milk on Ms. Stein's cheerleaders." She stopped, waling behind the kid who held a strong resemblance to Alfred and gave him a little nudge. He stumbled, tripping over some non-existent object. Luckily the fast reacting albino caught him just in time. The kid sputtered a soft spoken apology and a small smile graced the Prussian's lips.
"Gilbert this is…" the principle paused, tapping her chin ever so lightly. Trying hard to think of the boy's name. "Oh, right! Gilbert this is Matthew Williams. You will be helping him with the French club. He will also be your math tutor because you're obviously lacking in that area and I don't want you here any more years than you should have to be. Now go on. Hurry before you miss all of last period." She quickly ushered the two out the door.
The principle shifted her attention to the forgotten Hungarian girl. "Elizaveta will you please go put that frying pan back in the Home Ec. Room. God knows how many of those things you've stolen from Ms. Braginski."
"Yes ma'am," she said and hurried out the door.
Powers called after her. "Oh, and don't forget to send in the new student."
Now they were alone. Emerald eyes met olive and both saw disappointment and sorrow in each other. There was a long moment of silence as the tension between them cooled and blew over.
"Oh, Antonio," she said sadly. Her tone had heavy hints of dissatisfaction. "What am I going to do with you?"
The Spaniard didn't meet her eyes. "Lo siento, Tia Esperanza…"
"Your mama, papa, and tio would not if they were here now," his aunt scolded softly. She let out a small huff and tousled his hair.
"These antics have to stop," she said, making her accent thicker. "You're seventeen. Try not to forget that."
Antonio gave her one of his famous, killer smiles. "Si, Tia."
"So what do you think your punishment will be this time?" Esperanza spoke with a playful tone. Her eyes revealed the mischievous ways of the Carriedo's in her.
"I don't know; probably cleaning all the restrooms and doing the football team's laundry." His answer is what she expected. She would usually have the Bad Touch Trio do things like that.
The principle smirked. "Oh, something much worse."
He crinkled his nose at her in disgust and asked, "What could be worse than that?"
"I'm making you Elizaveta's slave."
The Spaniard's eyes went wide before letting out a foul curse. "Mierda!"
"Language Antonio!" she scolded. "Anyway it's not even that bad. You'll just be helping with the production of her play and participating in it. That can't be too bad."
"No! But she's-"
Esperanza swiftly interrupted him. "Ah, there you are!"
When Antonio turned around it seem as time slowed down. His heart hammered in his chest so hard that he felt like it was going to burst. He was suddenly captivated by the most beautiful pair eyes he had ever seen. These eyes were hazel with tiny flecks of green scattered across them like stars lighting up the night sky. He also saw light brown hair with the tiniest tints of what resembled burnt sienna. And protruding from that lovely head of hair was the weirdest, little curl. That only made the Spaniard think the kid was more even beautiful. Antonio's eyes got misty and his cheeks were tinged pink as he continued to stare at the new student.
"Antonio," the principle said, bringing him back down to earth. "This is Lovino Vargas."
Lovino…, what a scenic name for such a beautiful person. Wait, Vargas? Why did that name seem so familiar?
"Oh, and Antonio, you will be assisting him as well."
"Yes, Principle Powers," he said slowly. His mind was still muddled from the size effects of whatever drug that just hit him.
Esperanza stated, "Well boys I have to go. I just got a text that Berwald and Matthias are at it again. And at the end of the day too." She sighed, silently cursing those two. "You two get acquainted and then head on home." She then turned on her heel and hurried out the office.
Antonio stuttered, "I'm A-Antonio Fernandez C-Carriedo." He outstretched a shaky hand and was pretty sure his blush was still visible.
Lovino sent him an icy glare. "Ciao, bastardo."
A/N: Well guys that's the chapter and I hoped you enjoyed. Also please don't kill me for not giving Lovino enough lines; it's just their first encounter. But I'm pleased that I finished it and I graduated today! But my stupid school is making us go to summer school, then its goodbye school and hello summer and high school. Oh yeah and don't forget the three R's. Read, Relax, and Review.