Setting: High School, Senior year
Characters that appear in this chapter: Prussia, Germany, Italy, Spain, and France
Start Time: 9 AM, Prussia is getting ready for class.
Warning: I will be using country names while narrating and human names when there's dialogue.
It was 9 AM and Prussia was getting ready for the next class. Sighing, he opened his locker and grabbed a few textbooks. Closing his locker, he turned around to be face to face with Italy. The brunette smiled cheerfully.
"Gilbert! Have you seen Ludwig around? I've been searching for him forever!" He said the last part in an exasperating tone. Prussia sighed and shook his head. Why was he always the one to talk to when you can't find Germany? It's not like he has a tracking device to follow his every move. (If he did, that would be a bit frightening.)
"Help me look for him, Gil!" Without waiting for his answer, Italy grabbed his hand and dragged him down the long hallway. Prussia wanted to yell at the cheerful nut-head, but he would most likely cry. So, he kept his awesome mouth shut and was dragged all the way to Germany's classroom.
Prussia crossed his arms and went up to Germany. "Feliciano has been searching for you since the bell rang," he stated simply, trying to hide his anger. Germany nodded at him and sighed.
"Get back to your class, Gilbert." Prussia swiftly turned on his heel and walked out of class. Right when outside the classroom, he sprinted down the hallway, hoping the bell wouldn't ring before he got to his own class.
It was in the middle of math when he decided he was absolutely bored. So, he got out his phone and started to text a certain French.
Gilbert: Hey, want to meet up for lunch? I'll be on the roof. Feel free to bring Antonio.
It wasn't long before Prussia got his answer.
Francis: Yeah! That'd be nice. I haven't gotten to talk to you since last semester.
Gilbert: Alright, I'll see you then. Make sure Elizabeta doesn't see you coming up. She'll know I'm up here. And she likes pestering me.
Francis: Haha! I remember last year, when you had the biggest crush on her. When she found out, she started bothering you a lot.
Gilbert: Don't remind me. I don't wanna talk about this. I'll just see you at lunch.
With that, he shut his phone. Prussia stared blankly at the teacher, not comprehending what she was saying at all. When the bell rang, he stood briefly and strode to the roof.
Prussia sat on a nearby bench and carefully opened his bento. He ate a bit of rice before he saw France waving to him at the entrance to the roof, with Antonio at his side. He waved back, signaling for them to come over.
France sat down next to Prussia and gave him a half-hug. Though, he was careful not to knock over the bento.
"How are you, Gil! You're looking thinner! Have you been eating?" France poked his sides and Prussia chuckled quietly. France's statement was, indeed, correct. He was thinner, but he wouldn't speak of why. He was never the one to open up about personal matters.
Spain patted Prussia on the head. He actually hadn't seen the German in quite awhile, due to work. Prussia smiled slightly. Soon, they were all wrapped in conversation about what had been going on in their lives.
After lunch was over, everyone went to their next classes. The day went on fairly quickly, and when the last bell rang, Prussia trudged to the bus.
He always hated the bus, but his parents didn't care about him. So, of course, they didn't bother picking him up from school.
When he finally got to his stop, he slowly walked to his backdoor. He hoped so much that his mother wasn't home. If she was, all hell would break loose.