Gilbert was just casually walking down the school hallway with his little brother, Ludwig. They we're just going to Ludwig's locker so Gilbert could get his gym kit. He wasn't so keen on sports; he preferred music or graphic design. Another reason he didn't like gym was because of Alistair Kirkland.

Alistair was really competitive when it came to sports, you always hoped to be on his team, especially if it was football (soccer) or rugby. Gilbert even heard a rumour that he's played for Celtic FC and Rangers FC in Scotland for four years. Gilbert didn't believe it though, yeah he was a strong being, but he couldn't be as strong as Alfred F. Jones, the American in the year below. He could pull a whole car without breaking a sweat. Yeah Gilbert thought he was pretty good at football but when he saw Alistair play for the first time he got put off playing it.

"Hey bruder? Are you listening?" Ludwig asked concerned for his older brother. That snapped Gilbert back into reality.

"Huh? Oh, Ja I'm listening West" he said tiredly. He didn't get much sleep from the night before due to helping his Spanish friend Antonio with his product design essay, though he wasn't that much of a help to his friend. "Just a bit tired that's all"

"I hope you're getting enough sleep. Your exams are really soon." His brother said helplessly.

"Don't worry! The Awesome me will ace those exams."

"Well don't push yourself to hard bruder. Well, I have to go; Feliciano and Kiku said they would help me with some art work. Bye." Ludwig said closing his locker, he turned round and started walking in the other direction waving good bye.

"Ja! Don't worry about your Big Brother. You'll get stressed and get wrinkles and that would be un-awesome!" Gilbert shouted back playfully waving back at his taller little brother. He then turned around and started making his way to the gym hall.

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There were already a couple of people in the changing room when Gilbert got there. There was Francis and Antonio, they seemed to be talking about something really funny because Francis was crouching over, pink in the face and laughing hysterically. Sadiq and Heracles on their casual daily fight near the corner by the lockers for the male students to put their belongings in before playing sports. There were also some other people in the room too, but they just got on with what they were doing. In the furthest corner of the room Alistair dropped his dark, ripped, tartan bag onto the bench looking as blank and angered as he always does whenever Gilbert sees him.

Alistair is normally a lone wolf. He'd sometimes hang out with Francis and Matthew, and maybe his brothers sometimes but that's about it. He doesn't talk to anyone; he just gets on with what he's meant to be doing most of the time. Some people avoid him due to the way he plays sports and his attitude towards things. Some avoid him for being a rebel. Gilbert felt quite sorry for him; he kind of knows what it's like to be avoided. He tries to make people laugh but he ends up just annoying them.

Since the changing area around Alistair was empty, Gilbert thought it was ok for him to get changed next to the Scot.

"Hey, mind if I get changed here?" Gilbert said with his normal cheesy grin.

It took a little while before he got an answer out of the red-headed Scot.

"Aye, sure, go ahead." Alistair said dryly not really paying any attention to the person next to him.

"Danke."

There was an awkward silence between the two as they started to get changed out of their school uniform. The Prussian was thinking quickly about what to say to break the tension between the two. He could hear muttering and whispering behind him, he thought it would be best to just ignore it though. Before he was about to say something Alistair Started the convocation instead.

"so…what made ya come over here 'nd get changed?" he said in a blunt, broad Scottish accent. "Normally I get changed alone."

"I just felt like getting changed over here and talk to you. But I guess you can't handle my awesomeness."

"Yer really full of yerself aren't ye." Alistair said raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I am. I have an awesome reputation to keep up!" the Prussian said proudly.

Alistair sighed, and then started to unbutton his shirt quite quickly.

"So, you like sports?" Gilbert said probably knowing what the answer was going to be.

"You could say that I like sports." He paused for a second." I can't help it when I competitive, it kinda controls me if ya know what I mean" the scot laughed.

Gilbert could here even more whispering behind them, he tried to ignore it again.

"I guess your right with that." Both the Scot and the Prussian laughed. Although their laughter died quickly when the gym teacher staggered in. The teacher was a tall buff man that looked like he was a student himself because he looked that young. He had a low but loud raspy voice whenever he spoke.

"Alright Ladies! Today I have a meeting with the Head Teacher so you will have to join the girls' class today if you like it or not. Their doing gymnastics so I hope you Ladies will have fun. If you don't behave for your cover teacher I'll make you do 20 laps around the rugby pitch, Backwards." Then he left with a trail of moans and groans from everyone.

Alistair gritted his teeth, "God I fuckin' hate the shite out of that guy, I bet you he's just skiving and going off with his lass again."

Gilbert agreed with him on that, at least they have in thing in common that he knows about. Then Gilbert had an idea. "Hey, why don't we just skip todays lesson, Ksesese, it's not like we're gonna miss anything anyway."

"Aye that sounds like a gid plan, you got any places in mind where we won't get caught, the teachers found me last time." Alistair said sounding really interested in the idea.

"Ja, I know a place in the roof, they never look there."