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Streakers

Italy sat at his desk. He twirled his pencil between his fingers as he stared out the window. Math had always bored him, so he never paid attention. He looked at Germany in front of him and Japan to his right. Both boys were listening intently to the teacher who was droning on and on.

Italy had dozed off. Germany shook his shoulder and his eyes shot open, "Pasta~!"

"You fell asleep again," Germany sighed heavily.

"Your grades are going to drop again if you don't pay more attention Italy," Japan said softly as he put his papers away.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Romano said angrily. Italy turned to look at his brother seated behind him.

"What's wrong fratello?" Italy asked. Romano was looking out the window and Italy, Germany, and Japan followed his gaze.

Three boys were running through the courtyard, naked. All the boys instantly knew the trio. The middle boy had silver hair and white and black paint smeared on his body. A huge white flag was flapping behind him. It was hard to read it at first, but everyone could figure "I AM AWESOME!" was painted on it. Spain was on Prussia's left, he was painted in yellow and red. France was to Prussia's right and he was painted in blue, white, and red.

Germany quickly put his hands over Italy's eyes. Italy tried pulling at Germany's hands. "Wait, I can't see!" he wailed.

"Don't worry, you don't need to see," Germany said in disgust.

Japan just had a blank stare, "Oh my…" The boys ran around the courtyard, screaming and yelling incomprehensible things at the top of their lungs. By now the whole class had heard them and gone to the window to watch. Giggles and snickering could be heard from the students. A tall figure was walking out into the courtyard and flagging down the trio. They stopped as the principle started talking to them.

"Oh good, finally someone who will stop them," Romano sighed in relief.

Germany took his hands off Italy's eyes as Italy ran to the window, "Hey look! It's Grandpa Rome!"

Germany and Japan walked over to stand by Italy at the window. Japan's face went pale as a ghost as he muttered, "Oh no."

"What?!" Germany said, outraged.

"Huh?" Italy said, confused.

Romano stood on his tiptoes as he tried to look over the students covering the window. Some screamed and turned away while others started laughing more. Romano moved from his desk and pushed through the students to get to the window.

His jaw dropped as he saw Grandpa Rome disrobing and running with the other three boys. He smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. Germania came out and you could tell he was angry at everyone. He began yelling and chasing after the streakers.

"Ooo~," the whole class said. Everyone knew the trio would get in major trouble.

When Germania finally caught them he smacked each of them on the back of the head and ordered them to his office. The boys and Grandpa Rome walked sadly to Germania's office where the boys would probably get suspended for a while and detentions for the rest of the year.

Romano went back to his desk to sit down and smacked his head on the desk. Italy's eyes were open wide and he was frozen, staring out the window. Germany just shook his head and Japan was still really pale.

Romano sighed, "He better hope he doesn't see me anytime soon, because I'm going to strangle that tomato-loving bastard and his friends for being complete idiots!"

A/N: Okay, so I've decided to start writing these stories and I got the idea from a bunch of fan art that I've seen. What if all the Hetalia characters went to school? What would they encounter? How would they act? What would school be like? So I decided to write some stories about some of the days at Hetalia High. I have many ideas for future stories and I'm really hoping that you really enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them. :) I know this one isn't very long, so I hope the next one will be longer! :)