Gilbert's P.O.V.
It was almost the end of the day. Gilbert was sitting in his last period class, counting down the minutes and seconds until he could run back to his dorm and play video games with Antonio and Francis. Wait, not Francis. He said something about a play. Whatever. Didn't matter to Gil. Plays were boring.
Finally, the glorious moment Gil had been waiting for arrived with a shrill ring. Internally happy dancing, Gil packed up his things at lightning speed and started to make a beeline for the door. Although his brief euphoric adrenaline was quickly washed away by a wave of disappointment brought on by his teacher's voice.
"Mr. Beilschmidt," called the stern voice of Mr. Smith, his science teacher.
Mr. Smith was usually pretty awesome, but Gil knew from the tone in his voice that he was dead-serious.
"Shit, so close..." Gil cursed to himself before trudging in the direction of his teacher, "Yeah?"
"It has been-" he paused, "brought to my attention that you don't participate in any sports or clubs here at World Academy."
"Yeah, so?" Gil defended.
Mr. Smith sighed, "The board feels you are not taking advantage of the school's resources and opportunities, and has informed me that if you don't take part in something, then you won't be allowed back next semester."
Gilbert stood with his mouth open, simply gawking at what his science teacher had just told him. Won't be allowed back? They couldn't just kick him out because he didn't want to run around doing random interviews like his brother, or join any of the other millions of ridiculous clubs this school had (Seriously, why the hell would they even have a 'Slightly Badass Club' anyways?), could they? If they did Ludwig, Mutti and Vati would lose their shit.
"I presume you want to stay here then?" The Science teacher inquired. Gil only nodded slightly before Mr. Smith continued, "Then I expect to hear how auditions went in a few days."
"A-auditions?" Gilbert sputtered.
"For the school play. They're tonight," he glanced down at his watch, "In fact, they start fairly soon. In about 20 minutes down in the auditorium. And if you plan on coming back to World Academy, then you'll be there."
Gil wanted to protest, but his teacher had spoken with such finality that he figured it would be useless to argue.
He headed out of the classroom, grabbing his bag, "Gott verdamt," he swore inwardly, "Guess I'll have to tell Tonio about my last second change in plans."
Grumbling to himself, Gil pulled out his phone and texted Antonio.
'Hey Toni change of plans. I have to try out for the unawesome school play or they'll kick me out. See you and Franny later if I don't die of the lameness'
Mere minutes later, however, Gil received an excited phone call from a certain Frenchman.
Matthew's P.O.V.
Matthew was sitting in the library, peacefully doing his homework, when the unmistakable, obnoxious voice of his brother cried out his name.
"MAAAAAATIIIIIIEEE~"
He sighed, putting down his pencil and shooting a somewhat annoyed glare to his older twin.
"Hello, Al," Matthew responded, choosing to ignore the fact Alfred had just called him 'Mattie', despite his distinct dislike for the nickname.
"Mattie, put your boring school stuff away, we totally need to audition for the school play!" Al practically shouted, not seeming to notice the fact that Matthew was right there, "C'mon, c'mon hurry up! We neeeeeeed to goooooooooo!" He whined when Matthew was non-responsive.
"Why do you even want to do this? Aren't they doing Romeo and Juliet?" Matthew questioned, having zero desire to actually leave the library.
"Because, it'll be awesome, Mattie!"
"You hated doing Romeo and Juliet in school, why would you do this voluntarily?"
"Stop stalling Mattie! Let's go!"
Matthew sighed heavily. Clearly, he wouldn't win this. Al was too annoying and persistent, "Fine. But first you tell me why you want to audition. You must have a reason if you want to go this badly."
"Maybe I want to get involved?"
"Alfred-"
"Hey!"
"You called me 'Mattie' several times."
"Good point," Al grabbed Matthew's wrist as he shoved Matthew's books into his bag, "Now c'mon, little bro, we don't wanna miss it!"
"I'm not that much younger than you..." Matthew mumbled, now reluctantly accepting his fate of having to audition for the school play.
Sometimes, Matthew wished he was an only child.
Antonio's P.O.V.
Francis had been regaling to Antonio a tale of how absolutely ridiculous Feliks had looked in gym class when his phone buzzed. Whipping it out of his back pocket, he checked the screen. It was a text from Gil. The next thing Antonio knew, Francis, having abandoned the Feliks story, was standing right behind him, attempting to read the message.
"What is it, mon ami? A saucy text from Lovino?"
"No, Gil says he has to try out for the school play." Antonio replied, oblivious to Francis' comment.
"Vraiment! Oh, c'est absolument parfait!" Francis carried on for a few seconds before snatching his friends' phone and calling Gil, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Gil, mon ami! You're auditioning pour la pièce! So am I! We must go together! Et mon cher Arthur est le directeur! N'est-ce pas incroyable! Oh-"
"Francis, English, please!" Antonio heard Gil shout from the other line.
"Dé- Sorry, Gil. But this is fabulous, non?"
This conversation continued only for a few more seconds, before Francis hung up, casually tossing the phone back to Antonio. Francis continued to gush in French, the words 'fabuleux' and 'parfait' coming up multiple times, before he seemed to remember his friend was still there.
At this miraculous discovery, Antonio could see from Francis' slight smirk he'd had a (potentially evil) idea.
"Antoine, mon ami," Francis imposed, a massive smile crossing his mouth.
"Sí, Francis?" Antonio responded.
"What would you say to auditioning avec Gil et moi?"
"Sounds muy bueno!" Antonio beamed in response, jumping up.
"Well, allons-y!" Francis proclaimed in a sing-song voice.
A/N: It's been pointed out to me that I neglected to provide translations. *face palm* I'm quite silly aren't I?
'Vraiment! Oh, c'est absolument parfait!' - 'Really! Oh, this is absolutely perfect!'
'Mon ami' - 'My friend'
'...pour la pièce!' - 'for the play'
'Et mon cher Arthur est le directeur! N'est-ce pas incroyable!' - 'And my dear Arthur is the director! Isn't this amazing!'
'Dé-' is the beginning of 'Désolé' the French word for 'Sorry'
'Fabuleux' - 'Fabulous'
'Parfait' - 'Perfect'
'Muy bueno' - 'Very Good/Great'
'Allons-y!' - 'Let's go!'
There should definitely NOT be that much use of other languages in the future. It's just kind of my head-canon that in the Gakuen Universe Francis tends to speak in French when feeling extreme emotion.
