Hypocrisy

Length: 322 words

A/N: Yay! First challenge story! I'm so out of practice -_-".

Since this is AU, I used some popular fan-names for the characters:

Matthias Kohler: Denmark

Mr. Vargas: Ancient Rome

Lukas Bondevik: Norway.

This is also mostly dialogue. [And Matthias wouldn't stop being a ditz.]

"Sit down, please."

The boy in the doorway grinned and dropped casually into the nearest chair. Behind his desk, Principal Vargas shuffled a few papers, then leaned forward to rest a contemplative gaze on the young man before him.

"Do you know why you're here, Mr. Kohler?" Principal Vargas asked.

Matthias thought for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His expression soon cleared.

"No, sir!"

Mr. Vargas let out a slightly exasperated sigh. "Mr. Kohler, we've received complaints that you've been disrupting the education of your peers."

Matthias gave him a confused look.

"Mr. Bondevik in particular," the elder man expanded.

Matthias' mouth formed a small 'O', and then he grinned. "But Luke's really smart!"

Mr. Vargas brought a hand to the bridge of his nose. "That's irrelevant, Matthias. Lukas feels that your pestering him is disrupting his learning, and wishes to be left alone."

"But Luke's my friend!"

"You can still be friends, but Lukas doesn't appreciate your attempts to distract him. I'm sure he's informed you of this before?"

Matthias' grin didn't so much as falter. "Well, yeah, I guess so, but he doesn't mean it!"

Mr. Vargas took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Regardless, Matthias, we don't tolerate this kind of behaviour here. I'll let you off with a warning this time, but ensure I don't hear about it again."

Matthias stood and headed for the door. "Thanks, teach!" With a casual two-fingered salute, he disappeared around the doorway. Mr. Vargas waited until he could no longer hear him ambling down the hallway before resting his head against the back of his comfortable leather chair, rubbing his neck. Matthias wasn't a bad kid, really. He just needed to learn a bit about self-control, and perhaps personal space.

Mr. Vargas eyed the telephone on his desk, lips twitching into a mischievous smile.

It was about time he made another call over to his vice-principal's office.

By Madik