B: Hey peeps. Captain and I are going to write about our lives as hetalia characters at our school, i hope you like it!
C: Oh Britty... Your horrible grammar never ceases to astound me...
B: tomato bastard...
C: Well, your a potato bastard!
B: tomato!
C: Potato!
B: Tomato! tomatos are the worst!
C: Pftt...Well, before I forget, and we both get our asses sued, we own nothing! There... Our simple and to the point disclaimer.
B: can't stop us from wishing though... kolkolkol! and your a tomato bastard
*Captain runs off into the distance chasing Britty and screaming things that would make a sailor blush*

(We are going to be using a series of code names is case anyone from our lovely school reads this, alongside the simple matter of internet security. Not that all of you are creepers or terrorists, or anything... Totally not...)

So I, Captain, am South Italy or Romano on account of my heavy swearing and sarcasm. (B: FYI, she has not found her Antonio yet. So don't piss her off, because there's no lovely Spanish boy to hold her back now when she starts to pelt you with tomatoes) I may not Britty, but I do have a creepy stalker that we shall call FP due to the fact that he will most likely become a pedo or phsycopath at the tender age of 28. Congrats for him.

And I Chidori, I dont know where the fuck Captain got 'Britty" (C: Umm, your last name? B: shut up bitch) And so I shall be Germany, because of my awesomeness genes of awesome European German (C: WHY DON'T YOU BE FUCKING PRUSSIA?) SHUT UP BITCH! grrrrrrrrr... oh yeah, back to what i was saying, i have random spurts of Russia in me, so i think i am 1/4 prussian.(C: Tehehe...) XD haha

"WHO THE FUCKS BRA WAS THAT!" we scream in union.

A white bra had just flew by in the air right past our heads.

I mean, it MISSED our heads by an inch.

We heard a scream and turned to watch the following spectacle from our comfy spot on our bench against the wall.

The girl who's bra had appeared to have been flung was blushing like a tomato and was trying to shove herself into the deepest and darkest corner of her locker.

I looked over to find the boy who had done it. He wasn't that hard to find, as he was rolling on the floor laughing.

I got the urge to kick him as he rolled dangerously near my foot, but decided against it, don't need to be sent to the principles office, again, today, fuck.

We look at each other for a few seconds and then burst out in simultaneous laughter.

A few reasons why we laughed so hard . . . .

1. The girl was an slut in the popular group.

2. The guy was an ass hole.

3. It was totally embarassing to both of them!

"Oh honhonhon..." Romano said.

I stare at her with O.O eyes. "Who the fuck are you, France?"

"Well, he did help raise me!"

I retort with, "So then I wonder how much of his perverted-ness rubbed off on you then, you tomato bastard you."

Romano glared at me. "Fuck you... Wait, I'd rather not. Potato bastard..."

"I wouldnt fuck you either Tomato bastard, Pfft, who wouldn't want to fuck this awesomeness? Oh fuck ... Prussia moment O.o"

"Well, back to what we were talking about before..."

~ RING! ~

~ RING! RING! ~

~ RING! ~

"Oh fuck this!" I scream out loudly. A few heads turning in our direction after my erm, quite loud outburst.

"I hate that FUCKING bell!" Romano echoes after me, even louder, and we get even more weird looks as we head to our lockers to get the our stuff for our next class in hell...

I wonder how tomorrow will turn out . . . .

C: That wasn't a melo-dramatic ending at all, Britty...
B: Shut up bitch . . . .
C: Review! And for those of you doubting my existence, I have two things to say: 1.) Fuck you! 2.) I now know how Saint Fang of Boredom's Justin feels. Anyone want to create me an "I EXIST!" support group? *sniffle*
B: Its alright tomato bastard, i know your real, i have to many scars and bruises to say other wise! PEEPS! before you review (which you all will since, pfft, fuck it) REVIEW BITCHES . AND TELL US WHICH FRUIT/VEGGIE IS THE BEST! its totally the potato...
C: It's totally the tomato, you bastard! Anyway, if this is how you treat all the people who read this, I may have to... ummm... 'dispose' of you before you can frighten them all away... Kolkolkol
B: FUCK . . . .. O.O SPAIN SAVE ME!
C: Kolkolkol... No one to save you, no one to hear your screams! Sorry this chapter is mostly AU's, but we will start making longer chapters. It's just that nothing reeeealy interesting happened today.

B: See that button down there? its your new best friend! JK lolz, wait no, it is. CLICK IT DAMN YOU! CLICK IT! .

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