Warnings: OOC-ness. OOC-ness. Human names used. And OOC-ness.
Chapter One:
It was eight o'clock in the morning, and the Prussian had gone late to school once again, which is considered normal. If he ever woke up early today, he would have walked to school with his younger brother, Ludwig, but today, nothing went well. Perhaps it is not his lucky day. The detention he had from the Student Council President, Arthur Kirkland, did not seem to bother him as he had the breakfast his oh-so-kind brother left for him. He strolled down the academy's main corridor, a butter toast between his teeth, and found no one. Of course, he had been left behind.
Reaching the locker room, he lazily opened the door to his locker and searched for something useful, though it contained pretty much nothing that could be of help. As Gilbert kept himself busy in looking for nothing, his mind thought of nothing but Alice Kirkland, Arthur's sister. Most of the time found alone in school, Alice is the Student Council Secretary and runs errands for the President, Arthur. Gilbert found her punk character adorable and became fond of annoying her whenever he gets the chance. Antonio once teased him of having a crush on her, but Gilbert simply shrugged it off and laughed at it, denying the joke Antonio had thrown on him, though it was actually true. No one knew about his secret. Only himself, his loyal Gilbird and his precious journal.
"Ah-ha! Here it is," and he grabbed the white notebook with the symbol of the Prussian Coat of Arms hidden under a pile of junk. He had kept the notebook and wrote pages on it ever since he entered school. Slamming the door of his locker close, a loud 'bang' echoed throughout the empty corridor. As he was about to turn on the corner, he bumped on someone, causing both their things to scatter on the floor.
"Watch where you're going, bloody git!" It was Alice, sitting on the floor as well, with bundles of paper and two white notebooks scattered before them. Gilbert simply ignored her yells and stared at the mess. Lots of papers—
Mein journal! His mind screamed, alerting him to work with his hands, finding the book on the pile of papers. While he searched for the precious journal, and collected the papers, he decided to break the silence between them. "What's up? You seem a little clumsy today, mädchen," he smirked.
The response he received was the narrowing of her emerald hues. "Me? Clumsy? Weren't you the one who bumped on me?" Alice was quick to gather the scattered papers and one of the white notebooks, taking them to her arms. "Seems that you arrived late today. What happened? Oh, Arthur for sure would not be happy to hear news of tardy students." Leaning forward, she used an index finger to flick his nose. "Come to school early next time."
"Pft. Who cares about that bruder of yours? He just gave me an unawesome detention. Tch." Yelping in protest as his nose was flicked, red dusts spreading across his pale face. "H-Hey, you!" He yelled. "You are talking to the awesome man hier!" Pausing for a short while before he turned his heels and ran to the opposite direction, shouting, "I'll get you on recess because I am too awesome for you!"
The blond Briton only scoffed and rolled her eyes, walking to the direction opposite from the Prussian's, mumbling under her breath, "Bloody wanker..."
-O-
What were only hours seemed to be years for Gilbert. His boredom-filled crimson hues stared at the window, mind obviously flying in his own world. He was mindlessly tapping his pen agains the edge of the table when a voice intercepted with his thoughts, shouting, "Mr. Beilschmidt?"
Shut up.
"Mr. Beilschmidt?!"
"WHAT?!"
Laughter filled the entire room as the teacher glared and huffed angrily aat the male albino who had sunk on his seat, his pen forgotten somewhere on the table. He wasn't paying attention as usual, and for sure will be having another meeting with the Student Council President because of his behavior lately. Just as when the teacher had finished nagging on him, a whisper came from behind, "I'm pretty sure you'll come home really late again today."
"Shut up, Liz. I'll just seize that grumpy Briton's vital regions and be saved. Or West will save me." The Prussian stuck his tongue out at the Hungarian. "I'm so awesome Arthur Kinkland can't handle me."
Elizaveta Hedervary flashed him a grin. "I suggest you talk to Alice. She might have the key in saving you from the Arthurian trouble."
"That cynical punk?! No way!"
There came the bell.
The female stood up and flicked her hair. "Just pray things go well for you, jerk. It'd be your fifth trip to the Council Office for this month."
-O-
As Gilbert walked around the halls, thought flowed freely on his mind. He no longer cared about the session he might get with Arthur later. He was too busy finding a way how he could escape such madness and go home early. Maybe... maybe he should try the Alice option. He won't be losing anything, right? Not that Alice would cut his finger for every question he asks. And so, the search for Alice Kirkland began. First stop — classroom.
"Chère never stays 'ere during break, chèr," Francoise cooed. "Why not try zhe Council Office?"
Gilbert raised a brow. The Council Office? But wouldn't Arthur be in there as well?
"By the way, why are you after her?" It was Amelia who asked. "Going to ask that dudette out? Take her to McDonald's! It's where Alfie usually takes her when the two of them goes out."
"Hölle nein!" He shouted and slammed the door closed. From the other side of the wall,Gilbert could hear the girls laughing and teasing him, finding his acts a bit funny. "Tch," he scoffed. "Ich bin der awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!" Storming off, he stomped his way towards the Councill Office.
"Good day, Mr. Beilschmidt," came the male Kirkland's greeting. "Please be informed that I want to have a word with you after cla—" Gilbert had slammed the door shut even before Arthur could even finish his last word. "You bloody twat! Don't you know of respect?!"
He happily whistled as he walked away. Alice was nowhere to be found. Time to switch for Plan B!
"Wait..." He paused, realizing his mistake. "I don't have a Plan B!"
Soon enough, Gilbert found himself walking towards the rooftop, the place he loiters around when he has a problem. The breeze was cool and not too many students were around during breaktime. It was a quiet place to think of plans.
That's when he saw a very familiar figure.
A/N: Yeah, my first fanfiction to be posted. And it's PRUK! I love PRUK. And please leave a review! Reviews will be most loved
