A/N: Hi there! :D This fanfiction is my first..so please enjoy Scores and scales~!
Warnings: Human names are used!
Disclaimer: I sadly, do NOT own Hetalia…but if I did, I assure you, things would certainly be different..=w=
"Gits, all of them," a clearly upset English teen muttered under his breath. His dark emerald eyes glaringly scanned the football field. "How can this even be called football? It should be called something more dignified. Soccer, as you stupid Americans call it, is the real football, not this bloody sport." He growled silently to himself, arms crossed against his red, yellow, and white band uniform, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
A light-haired brunette turned quickly to the troubled seventeen-year old, arms extended wide. "Veh, Arthur!" he said excitedly, "These games are fun!" the brunette smiled widely, his light-brown eyes sparkling.
Arthur rolled his eyes to heaven. "You only believe that, Feliciano, because you've got a crush on that Ludwig fellow." He said, extending a arm to one of the football players.
Feliciano watched the tall and broad Ludwig tackle an opposing team player, then blushed slightly and replied, "You know that's not true, Arthur! Ludwig is just my friend!" the small teen whimpered.
Arthur sighed and dropped his arms to his side. "Whatever, I'm just saying that-"
"ARTHUR! FELICIANO!" A dark haired boy yelled, waving around his piccolo, purposely interrupting Arthur. "SHUT UP! None of us who care about warm-ups(1) doesn't want to hear you two argue! Now get ready to play "Land of a Grand!(2)" With that so clearly stated, he turned around and resumed barking orders at the other flute players, who cringed with eyes wide.
Arthur gave Feliciano a sideways glance, "Sheesh...Your brother is a little more grumpy than usual today." Feliciano hesitated before answering, "Yes, but Lovino means well...he's just looking out for us," He picked up his flute, then Arthur's, then paused, frowned and added, "In a really harsh way." The confused brunette just shook his head and held out Arthur's flute to him.
Arthur took his flute, muttering something inaudible, waiting to be called to attention(3).
***Scores and Scales***
Deep emerald eyes were on the field again, while walking to the end of the field to get ready for their show(4), his gaze following each play. Suddenly, Arthur started screaming at the field, making the confused Feliciano jump, who was walking next to him, talking about the best Italian restaurant in town.
"A-Arthur, veh, are you okay...?" he asked quietly, afraid that Arthur might start yelling at him too for no apparent reason.
Arthur snapped out of it after yelling 'Foul! Foul!' at the opposing team. He turned to the light-haired Italian and asked, "What? Did you say something, Feliciano?"
Feliciano gave a small smile. "Veh, yes I did. But you were too busy yelling at the referee to notice...wait a second, I thought you didn't like football games." He now looked confused.
Arthur flushed a bright red. "I-I don't! I HATE these stupid games! You would never catch me watching one of these games, even if I wanted to, which I don't!"
Feliciano sighed. "It's alright Arthur-" But he was interrupted by the rugged blonde-haired teens ranting. The Italian sighed again and grabbed the distressed Arthur's uniform by the neck, and started pulling him away from the field. "Veh, we have to go now Arthur...its time for sectionals(5)." He said, dragging away the protesting British eighteen-year old.
After calming down a bit, Arthur looked at the scoreboard. Visitors with thirty-two points, Home with thirty-one points with only seventeen seconds left of the clock. Arthur scoffed, of course we're losing,he thought, this is a stupid American game. Idiots, the lot of them!He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. Arthur casually turned away from the field, raising his flute to his lips. He played a few scales and small tunes to warm up his instrument. If he would have been paying better attention, perhaps he would have noticed how close he was to the goal line.
***Scores and Scales***
"You want to do what Alfred?" Vash asked, fern-colored arms wide with alarm, mouth agape.
Alfred, hands on his hips, and smiled widely as he looked at his shocked teammates expressions. "Hahahaha! Ya, you heard me!" He exclaimed, his smile getting as wide as it could get. He crouched down to get closer to his team's faces. "Okay, Vash and Ludwig, your our best offense dudes. So you two, cover me from behind. The rest of you, awesomely get through their defensive line. Ivan," Alfred turned to a large purple-eyed teammate. "Make the pass clear, but wait for my signal. Alright dudes! Lets whip some butt out there! Oh yeah!" A few members of the team shook their heads, still in disbelief.
"I can't believe he actually wants to do this..." Vash murmured to Ludwig.
"I know. I hope he knows what he's doing." A blue-eyed German responded.
Vash nodded, glancing to the sidelines, hoping to get a glimpse of his little sister. She had joined the Cheerleading squad so she could cheer him on. Vash smiled slightly at the memory:
"Are you sure you want to do this, Lili? You could do other things you know." Vash said, just barely pulling his brand new silver car up to the gym entrance.
Lili, sitting in the seat next to him, pulled a strand of her wavy blonde hair out of her fern-colored eyes before replying, "Yes, I'm sure, Big Brother. I want to be able to cheer you on from the sidelines." She gave Vash a warm smile. Vash looked at her for a moment and thought, She's grown up so fast. How could she get so beautiful and wonderful in such little time?
Finally he sighed and looked away, running his fingers through his sandy-blonde hair. "Fine. But I swear, if any boys lay a finger on you..." He looked at the glove compartment where he hid his emergency pistol.
Lili started to giggle. "I'll be fine, Big Brother, I promise." She said, looking him straight in the eyes and holding out her pinky out with another warm smile.
Vash tugged on a string sticking out on his blue sweat-pants and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He returned Lilli's gaze with his own, then smiled slightly and entwined his pinkie with hers. "I'm holding you to that promise."
Vash was snapped out of his thoughts when he was slapped on the back. Vash turned around to meet the strangely reddish eyes of the white-haired Gilbert, a strong Defense player on the team. "Hahaha! This is going to be AWESOME!" his eyes twinkled mischievously as he ran to his place in line. "Hurry up, slow poke! We don't have much time!"
***Scores and Scales***
Alfred stood crouched over; looking at both ends of his line, making sure everyone was in their positions. "Freedom 42, ready..." He watched his teammates lean into their positions before yelling, "HIKE!" As the ball was snapped to him, Alfred quickly fake passed to Antonio, Before running left and passing it to Ivan. Still running toward the goal line, Alfred turned his head just in time to see the other team's defense lunge for Antonio. "Sorry, dude!" Alfred cringed while the Spaniard was dog-piled. Picking up speed and running through a small opening in the line, the American turned and started running backwards, giving Ivan the signal. The purple-eyed Russian brought back his arm and with one swift motion, threw the ball towards Alfred.
Crap! He threw it too hard! Alfred thought as the ball came sailing towards him. Maybe I can still be the Hero...I'll just catch it at the goal line! With those thoughts, Alfred sprinted to the goal line, keeping his eyes on the ball. As he reached up to grab the approaching ball, he suddenly backed into something, falling backwards with a Thud! He looked around, just in time to see the ball bounce two feet away from him. The American frowned and jumped up, brushing the dirt off his football uniform. He started to walk away when a gasp stopped him in his tracks.
He turned and saw a brunette in a band uniform, clutching a flute, staring at the ground Alfred just landed on, a look of terror on his face. "Yo Dude, whats wrong?" he asked, a confused look on his face.
"A-Arthur!" The band geek whimpered in shock, dropping to the ground, eyes glued to the ground.
"What's going on?" A darker haired brunette said, running up with his piccolo in hand.
"Lovino! Its Arthur! ...He's been...!" The brunette pointed at the ground.
"What?" Alfred asked, confused. But then he looked down as well, and his eyes widened. What he fell on wasn't ground, but another band geek! The kid who was sprawled on the ground, apparently named Arthur, had his eyes closed. Lovino started yelling for help, and Alfred started to freak out.
"O-Oh my gosh! I Just, I-I just!" Alfred grabbed his helmet with his hands and started to shake his head as other band kids, carrying various instruments came running up, horrified expressions on their faces. "Is he okay?" Alfred asked, voice shaking.
"I don't know!" Lovino snapped, kneeling next to the unconscious boy. He then pointed to him and exclaimed, "Why don't you ask him!"
Alfred's Teammates soon came running up from behind the panicking American. "What happened here?" Vash asked, arms out to his side in a questioning manner.
"I-I-I.." Alfred stuttered. "Dude that was so AWESOME!" Gilbert said loudly, oblivious to his surroundings. "Man! That was like-" He stopped suddenly in his tracks, finally noticing the marching geek on the ground. "Whoa, Al, What happened?"
Alfred looked back and forth between his team, and the Marching band kids, eyes wide, then pointed at them, crying out, "I didn't mean too! I was getting the ball and I fell on him! Sure, I ran him over on accident, but he was in my way! Or was I in his way? GOD I DONT KNOW! Stop asking me questions! I didn't-" And the terrified American kept on rambling on and on, shaking his head and pacing, hands clutching his helmet.
The World Academy band director, Roderich Edelstein, said to the people who came to assist with the knocked out boy, "Take him to the football lockers. He'll be better off there."
So Arthur was placed on a stretcher and taken to where the football lockers were, while the panicking American ran down the field, away from the crowd of people, his world spinning out of focus.
***Scores and Scales***
A/N:
(1)Warm-ups: Well! Warm-ups, are well...warm-ups. o3o but in this fic, Romano is referring to the Marching band warm-ups that us bandy geeks do before we have to perform our show at halftime. XD some people hate warm-ups/Sectionals, and some people really like them..and I mean REALLY like them...o_e
(2)Land of a Grand: A nickname for a often played Stand-tune, Land of a thousand Dances.
(3)attention: Often, the Drum major, (the main conductor for the marching band), will call their band to attention, by saying something like "Band, atten-HUT!" followed by a "Band, horns, are up!" while clapping..it's supposed to get the band's attention, so they'll be ready to play. =w=
(4)show/s: What the marching band works on their whole season. XD they normally perform them at Half-time at the football games..for crowd entertainment, and to throw in a extra practice before a competition.
(5)Sectionals: when the band breaks off into groups, (normally into Brass, Woodwinds, Percussion, and Color Guard), and they practice separately until it's time to join back together and perform their show. its contains Warm-ups(1), breathing exercises, tuning, etc.
Hey guys! ^w^ .Pie here..but if it's easier, then just call me Pie...or..idk. XD whatever you want to call me I guess, but I would like to introduce you to Scores and Scales~! :D This is a little plot bunny I got while I was at marching band practice...Who would have thought? XD But anyway, I told my flute friend about it, (I play the French horn), and she loved the idea, and insisted we make it a story..so, wellll...Here we go! XD Were going to try and update once a week, if our Band schedule isn't too crazy so..yeah. o3o But don't kill us if you think this is terrible! 3 it's our first, actual written down fanfiction! DX FRIENDLY criticism is good...but please, no flames. XD I think I'll stop my babbling now...but please, if you can, R&R~! that would totally make my day/week. =w= Anyway, thank you for reading Scores and Scales~! :3
C: seeesh...that was a long note, don't you think? O.e Will people actually read it?
Me: -shrugs- who knows? XD I figured if people actually do read author's notes, then I would introduce myself...and stuff...kind of. XD
C: whatever. =3= just start writing chapter two already! AND FINISH MY PICTURE NOTE! =w=
Me: O_O'' O-okay...3" maybe after State finals..
C: Wait, What? O[]O Why not befor—
Alfred: Waaait...I ran over iggy? O[]O
Me: -sighs- Yes, you did.
Alfred: But..! that's terrible! DX
Me: It's not like you actually hurt him in real-
Alfred: -whips out cell phone and calls Arthur- ARTIEEEE~! Are you okay? [] I'm so sorry I hurt you!
Arthur: What the bloody hell are you talking about?
Alfred: I ran you over! oh no, are you losing your memory now too? Im so so so so so sorrrryyyyy! D:
Arthur: No I-
Me: ANNNYWAYS...3 Tune in next time for Scores and Scales~!