"Klara!"

No reply.

"Klara?!"

No reply.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

WHAM!

"Klara! Vake ze hell up! Do you vant to be late for school?!" Klara's stingy older brother and father figure, Ludwig, yelled in her ear.

"Ja."

"Vhat?"

"Ja, I vant to be late for school. Zhey're nozhing but a bunch of idiots anyvay. I learn nozhing at school, und I'm bored out of my mind zhere. Can't I be homeschooled?" Klara asked, brushing a few strands of her black hair out of her eyes.

"Ve~," Feliciano, Ludwig's best friend and Klara's sort of "mother" figure squealed, "Come on-a, Klara, you make lots of friends at school! Besides, if you have a good day, I'll cook you your favourite-a meal!"

The German teen sighed and sat up. "Damn you und your fancy cooking."

"Klara! Remember our agreement?!"

"Ja, ja, don't zwear vith Italy in zhe room, I remember," Klara hissed and immediately started changing clothes.

"Ludwig, why is Klara taking her clothes off?" The Italian shifted uncomfortabley and blushed.

"Iz zhis not normal for you?" Ludwig replied.

He stammered out, "N-no, I-I'm a-going now!" Feliciano turned and bolted out of the room.

"Remind me again as to vhy you allowed him to ztay vith us?" Ludwig's sister asked while tugging a brush through her hair.

"He's my best friend, und I couldn't let him stay vith 'He-Who-Zhall-Not-Be-Named' anymore."

Klara rolled her eyes and grabbed her backpack. "Can you drive me to school?"

"Nein," Ludwig replied, "Gilber needs zome help at his house, zo I'm going over zhere."

"Does Feliciano have zhe Ferari today, or zhe Mustang?"

"Ferari."

"Have fun at Gilbert's! FELICIANO!" Klara ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"AHHH! DON'T-A HURT ME! Oh, Klara, it's you. Yes?"

Klara put on her best sweet face. "Can you take me to school?"

"Ve~. Can I go 160+ kilometres per hour?"

"Ja."

"Let's go, go, go!" He grabbed her hand and ran out the door, forgetting to even put some proper pants on.

(In the car...)

The silence in the car was deafening. The ringing in Klara's ears that never went away seemed to annoy her to no end. She had to break the dreadful quiet, but there was no way she wanted to have a conversation with Feliciano. Sometimes she didn't mind him being there (he did help her brother raise her), but sometimes he could be so irritating that she had to lock herself in her room for hours or even days.

Feliciano didn't seem to mind her, though. The Italian would often smile brightly and actually open his eyes when he saw her. What was his deal, anyway?

He cleared his throat. "Klara?"

"Vhat?" She sighed.

"Are you alright?"

"Ja, I'm fine. Don't vorry about me, really. I'm fine." God, was he annoying.

The instinct within the man was telling him otherwise. "No, you're not. What's wrong?"

"Fine. I hate zhem. I vant to zee zheir stupid faces get smashed in and zheir guts spilled in horrible manners," she said with malice, "Just like Ivan did..."

Feliciano recoiled in fear from her. "And who's Ivan?"

"Ivan Braginsky vas zhe closest zhing I had to a friend in middle school. He eventually got fed up vith zhe stupid idiots in zhe school, so he killed most of zhem. Over zhe course of a few months, he killed zhem all in horrible vays. However, he screwed up one time, and now he's in prison until he's 35," Klara locked at the floor of the car and sighed.

Feliciano then remembered who Ivan was. The boy was all Klara talked about in middle school, and then she just stopped one day. He hadn't heard about him since the German teenager was in the 1st semester of 8th grade.

"I can pull you out of the school then."

"Vhat?! Really?!"

"Ve~. I can, right now," Feliciano the pulled into the parking lot of a nearby fast food resturant. He pulled out his phone and typed in a number, and then put the phone up to his ear. She caught snippets of phrases like "not returning this year" and "new opportunities". He ended the call afterwards and put in a new number.

The call seemed to drag out, so Klara let her mind wander. She thought of starting a out at a different school, and not worrying about those idiots ever again.

"Klara?" Feliciano shook her shoulder gently.

"Ja?"

"We're going back home. You've been put into online school."

"How did you do zhat so quickly?!"

"Ve~. A few people owe me a few favours," he said sweetly before smiling brightly.

Klara decided to put aside any bitter feelings for the auburn-haired man for now. "Zhank you," she blushed.

~End~

"Oi, oi, bruder, no more vurst!"

"Hey, hey, Klara, hey, hey, Klara! I can't forget the taste of the potatoes you gave me long ago!"

"How did I, how did I, how did I end up in zhis?"

"You raised me, und zhat's how."

"Ve~, I need a tomato-mato-mato buon appetito!"

"Oi! Back to vork! Zhis house von't be cleaned on it's own!"

"Zhank you for reading 'Two Germans and an Italian Chapter 1: Pilot'."

"Ve~. Look for the next chapter in the series, 'Problems with Gilbert'."

"Goodbye, und come again."

(I didn't like how the original story turned out, and a love storyline was weak. I re-wrote the car scene and granted Klara's wish. Just like mine was. :D)