Alaska POV

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:D I love this story~ I'll probably have lots of chapters up before I stop posting for a really long time!!

So, has anyone seen the Austria & Prussia video on Youtube for the Hetalia version of the Vocaloid song 'Seven Weeks War'? It's pure love!! Listen to it while you read!!!

http:// www . youtube . com /watch?v=ufuqTGCZ8WM

Also, what is the proper term for someone who starts something but never finishes it? Me and my English teacher couldn't figure it out~

And did anyone know that Graphospasm is the term for Writer's Block?

I have selective Graphospasm, then~

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I screamed, running as fast as I could down the school hallways.

My current stalker (because I seem to be a pedo-magnet) was running after me, trying desperately to get at me.

And who could it be but one of the boys from the school's only gang, the Bad Touch Trio?

I stumbled over a backpack and fell on my back. Francis tripped over my foot and landed on his face.

"Ow…" he moaned, sitting up and holding his bleeding nose.

I rubbed the small of my back and glared at him. "That's what you get for wasting lunch time by chasing after me."

But then his nose bled even worse when he looked down at my position. I hadn't noticed until then, but my legs were spread wide and my skirt was being disobedient and showing my underwear.

I shrieked and pulled my skirt down.

France then proceeded to tackle me.

I shrieked loudly, even though he was only placing kisses on my neck.

I mustered up all of my breath and screamed as loud as I possibly could.

And who was to come to my rescue but another one of the BTT members?

Gilbert, the one who had the silvery hair, rolled his eyes and pulled Francis off of me by his short blonde ponytail.

Francis muttered another groan of pain and clutched his head. "OWWW!!!"

I stuck my tongue out at him, but quickly stood up. "That's what you get, Frenchie!!" I then pulled down the hem of my skirt as much as I could so it would cover up my underwear, and I began to fix my now-messy hair.

Gilbert just laughed. "You're such a pedo, old man!"

Francis pouted. "But, mon ami, age does not dictate the power of l'amour!"

I wondered what they meant before I remembered that Francis was a year ahead of me.

I blushed furiously. "Perverted bastard…" I mumbled, turning on my heel to walk back to the cafeteria.

But I was stopped by someone grabbing my wrist.

I immediately (by reflex) elbowed whoever it was in the chest, but it wasn't easily-injured Francis.

I turned and saw that it was Gilbert.

I felt my eyes widen. I'm in a hallway. Alone. With just two boys, one being my perverted stalker, and the other his friend.

I sucked in air to scream, but he quickly clapped his hand over my mouth. "Don't scream! The awesome me doesn't want to get in trouble for no reason."

He didn't remove his hand from my face.

"I just wanted to say sorry for Francis."

I looked at Gilbert curiously. One thing you learn when you have a rack and legs like mine was never trust any boy. Especially if they are in anyway in relation with a stalker.

I glared at him. He quickly straightened up. "I mean, the awesome me isn't such a wuss that I have to apologize, but I know that Francis is a total idiot, and I don't want him scaring all of the girls in school."

He removed his hand from my face, but I still kept the look of distrust on my face.

Then he grabbed Francis by the arm and winked at me. "Just scream if you need my help again, 'kay?"

Then he dragged Francis away.

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I sat next to my friends at my usual spot at our table in the cafeteria. I didn't bother getting a tray.

Toris looked at me worriedly. "What's wrong, Alice?" He gestured to the empty space in front of me, where usually a tray full of food would be placed.

Feliks, the more girly of my two guy friends, raised an eyebrow as he gestured to the bruise hidden by my skirt. I had noticed it before, but now that I looked at it again, there was also a kind of deep cut in the middle of it.

"How'd you, like, get that?" he asked, sounding more curious than worried

I blushed. I still wasn't used to the two boys not caring if they saw up my skirt or not. I naturally pulled the hem of my skirt down a little.

"Stalker-tackled-me," I said hurriedly, feigning interest instead at his painted nails. "Oh, wow, where'd you get your nails done at, Feliks?" I asked.

He smirked and began to go on about how he had gone to best place he could find or whatever. I wasn't actually listening.

Toris—or 'Liet,' as Feliks affectionately called him—continued looking at my leg, a frightened look on his face.

"You need to have that looked at…" he said quietly.

I brushed it off. "No I don't. I'll be fine. I get injured all the time~ You know that, Toris!" I faked a smile. Though the cut was actually starting to sting a little…

He gave me one of his 'I know that you're lying' looks, and I sighed in defeat.

Feliks continued talking as Toris stood up.

"—but then I was, like, totally all 'I don't have to pay you a, like, tip, if I don't totally want to!' But they were like—"

Toris coughed loudly. Feliks looked up at him. "Like, what is it, Liet?"

"I'm going to go fix up Alice's cut, okay?"

Feliks shrugged. "Sure~" Then Feliks grinned. "Just don't, like, totally molest her!"

Toris blushed and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the cafeteria.

I stifled a laugh. "You know he was just joking, Toris."

Toris sighed. "Yeah…I know…"

He stopped in front of his locker, quickly put in his combination, and opened it.

I noticed that it was filled with pink things—except for the school books. I held back from laughing. "I see Feliks decorated…"

He gave me a look that told me to not say anything more, and then he pulled out a complete First Aid kit.

I didn't say anything. Toris was weird like that, end of story.

He motioned for me to sit down, which I hesitantly complied.

He kneeled in front of me and poured a little rubbing alcohol on a rag, then firmly held my thigh with one hand in case I responded violently while he cleaned my wound.

I fidgeted, not used to a boy touching me like that.

"I'm not going to tell you when I'm going to—" and then he didn't finish his sentence as he cleaned my wound.

I held back from screaming and bit my lip.

It wasn't the painful treatment that caused me to react weird—it was the fact that I was used to hitting boys if they touched me like this, but I had to suppress the urge to attack him because he didn't care about me like that. (Which I was kind of thankful for. It was kind of refreshing for a boy to see up my skirt and not get a nose bleed.)

He then unrolled a bandage, wrapped it firmly around my thigh, and then tied it off.

He stood up and offered me a hand, which I gratefully took.

I almost fell down, though, and I leaned against his shoulder.

"Urg…stupid medicine making me dizzy…" I mumbled as he steadied me.

"Maybe it's an allergic reaction?" he suggested nervously. He was too motherly for his own good.

I shook my head and gestured for him to put his stuff back up. "No. It just makes me uncoordinated for a while, is all…" I mumbled.

Just then, the bell rang. I sighed and waved at him. "See you after school, Toris!"

He smiled kind of nervously. "Okay. Bye, Alice."

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Lol I'm writing chapter 2 right now!