Hey, wassup guys? The name's RippedSenDen, and this is my first ever story! Which is multi-chaptered and based on the free, online game - High School Detective! 8D
Anyway, I was actually convinced by my buddy, HetaWriter - HetaReader to finally make an account and go on. Honestly, my work isn't exactly that professional like him, but hey, I dabble in literature, too! ^^;
That saying so, enjoy the story and my fail sense of humour! XD
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia. Hima-daddy does. I do NOT own High School Detective - I have no idea who owns it. Their owners own it. ^^;
It was a seemingly typical school day at World Peace High. Everyone was carrying about with their business: either yakking away to waste time, getting to class like suck-ups or to avoid detention, maybe even gossiping like queens…
Yup, it seemed like your typical day at a normal high school. But obviously, this was World Peace High, so something crazy must happen sooner or later.
"NOOOOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Sure enough, a loud high-pitched scream rang through the air, causing many people to turn their heads around.
To everyone's shock (or not), Alfred F. Jones, the star quarterback of World Peace High, was sprinting through the school halls, accidentally banging the exchange student from Romania so hard, he caused him to fall over on his butt.
The American boy paid no heed to the Romanian's outraged curses and instead, barged past everyone else. He then ran to his locker and swung the door right open. He pulled out a mirror and peered at his own reflection.
The blonde's face was covered with red and puffy swells as well as huge boils, looking ready to pop at any moment from just the teeniest touch. They were hideously marring his once handsome and youthful face.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed again.
Meanwhile, in the gym, students were setting up for the upcoming prom, trying to decorate a place that smelled like sweat and body odour into a beautiful dance floor where bouts of amour were sure to happen.
Plans got interrupted however, as there was the sound of several people belching then finally, someone puked straight into the trashcan nearby.
One person puking soon became several people and not long after, loud screams echoed throughout the hallway as students began running out of the gym for dear life, covering their noses from the foul stench that now emanated within.
What nobody knew was that under the table, an odd snicker was heard.
"Kesesese!"
The History teacher, Mr. Adnan however, heard that little cackle and he yanked one of the tablecloths off from one of the tables, somehow miraculously able to keep the plates and cups on (was he a magician?). He glared down with angry eyes that were concealed behind a white mask at who was under it.
It was an albino Prussian student.
He was currently pouring what appeared to be a pale green powder into one of the punch bowls. His red eyes were glowing with manic glee, but quickly snapped to a duller light upon getting caught. He was wearing a checkered bandana and a dark blue shirt as well as black jeans and red converse. He was wearing a dog-tag that read, 'Gilbert Beilschmidt, King of Awesomeness, mother fuckers!' on it, too.
Mr. Adnan swore in Turkish before screaming, "What the hell, Mr. Beilschmidt! To the Principal's office now!"
Gilbert rolled his eyes after his packets of powder were snatched away. He wiped some of the spit that landed on his face, too, "Ja, whatever…" he got up from under the table and placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "The awesome me was probably gonna end up there sooner or later."
"Look who's back, aru," the Principal, a young and rather feminine looking Chinese man named Mr. Wang, glared at the Prussian student once he entered his office. His ponytail neatly over his shoulder and his amber brown eyes were sparked with fury at the student. "Gilbert Beilschmidt."
"Yao-Yao," Gilbert said formally as he took a seat.
"It's Mr. Wang to you," snapped Mr. Wang. He then crossed his arms over his chest, "What have you done this time, Gilbert, aru?"
"Oh, nothing too drastic," responded Gilbert casually as he leaned back in the chair, placing his feet up on the desk to Yao's disgruntlement. "Just poured my awesome mix of Ever Sucker's Puke powder in the punch."
"What?!" shrieked Mr. Wang almost cracking his glass of water. "You spiked the punch at the prom?! No wonder the gym smells like a vomitorium, aru!"
Gilbert smirked as he leaned back even more, feeling really comfortable, "Since when was 'vomitorium' a word from the English dictionary?"
Mr. Wang face-palmed, "Ai ya!This is getting old, Gilbert, aru! And I have much bigger problems today. Alfred F. Jones just got poisoned this morning. Someone snuck honey into his protein shake powder and, being allergic to honey, he swelled up like a zit on a hemorrhoid, aru! His eyes are swollen shut, he can't stop scratching, and he most certainly cannot play in tomorrow's big game against Scandinavia High, aru."
Gilbert gave a half-hearted shrug, "Shame to that guy…"
"Hey, I just got an idea, Beilschmidt," Mr. Wang said, perking up slightly. "I know you were looking forward to a suspension, but it's not going to be that easy, aru. I'm putting you to work! You're going to help me find out who used honey, a sweet and delicious treat, for evil, aru!"
"The awesome me?" Gilbert smirked as he rested his hands behind his head.
"It takes a delinquent to catch a delinquent, aru," Mr. Wang said with a shrug.
Gilbert leaned back more in the chair (how the hell did he not fall off it?), as he simply pondered, "So…the awesome me just has to solve this thing and I get a suspension?"
Mr. Wang nodded, "You have until the end of the day, aru. If you fail, then I'm pinning the whole thing on you."
"What? Hey! That's not fair! What the hell?!" protested Gilbert now perking up in his seat. "If you do that, then the awesome me becomes the most wanted man on campus, and not in a good way! Are you trying to have my awesome ass kicked?!"
"So, bring me the honey or the football team will make your face look real funny," Mr. Wang said seriously.
"Fuck…"
"No swearing in my office, Gilbert, aru!" Mr. Wang cleared his throat. "But anyway, you get what I'm saying, aru? You get it, right? They'll kill you, aru!"
Gilbert snorted, his voice dripping in sarcasm, "Haha, very funny…fuck…" as soon as he exited the Principal's office, the Prussian student ran a hand through his rather messy, silver-white hair. "Damn it!" he swore to himself as he kicked one of the lockers nearby. "Where should I even start looking? Hmm…" he began to think carefully,
'I can go to the fields and try and ask Jones' teammates…or I can go to the Nurse's office and check up on Jones himself…'
In the end, since he couldn't make up his mind, Gilbert decided to toss a coin.
"Heads, I go to the fields to ask Jones' teammates. Tails, I go to the nurse's office to just check up on the American guy," Gilbert said to nobody in particular. At once he flipped the coin and allowed it to drop to the floor with a small clang.
He looked down at it to see what had landed.
"Heads it is then," Gilbert shrugged. "Looks like the awesome me's gotta go to the fields now."
He journeyed over to the football fields to talk and question with Alfred's teammates and hopefully be able to finish the case quickly.
Unfortunately…
"Get off the field, albino doofus!" snapped one of the players as Gilbert stepped into the football fields. He pushed him roughly, bumping him into another player.
"Ack!" Gilbert was caught off guard as he backed off
"What are you staring at?" the player that Gilbert bumped into asked sharply, glaring down at him.
"Ahh!" Gilbert yelped again.
"Get him!" another screamed.
"Scheiße!"
Alas, Gilbert was unable to escape the football fields in time and was at once, tackled and dog piled by the whole remaining football team. When he finally recovered himself, Gilbert decided to go to the nurse's office to get an ice pack for his poor, awesome head, as well as hopefully just lie down and rest his bruised body and his bones. And maybe sneak a few peeks at the nurse with her short, tight dress…
Oh yeah! He could also talk to Jones there, too.
Concludes Chapter One - haha, I always liked Prussia; he cracks me up a lot. XD anyway, how was it so far? Like it? Hate it? Care to tell me?
Peace out, guys! :)
- RippedSenDen 8D