To anyone who may be reading this and may find it familiar/similar to another story on this site:

This is a re-write of a set of stories that I had put up a few years ago. But in the past few years, my writing style has changed, and those stories were so full of grammar/continuity issues, so I am opting to rewrite them out. Once I have them started, I will be more than likely removing the old ones.

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"Alright!" Gilbert pumped his fist in the air, "Time to make this another awesome day!" He grinned and pushed open the school doors, making his way through the crowded hallway. Freshman year halfway over, no sweat~ Everybody and all their constant unawesome complaining, what difference does that make? He shrugged and looked around at the familiar faces, trying to spot a friend or two among them. Live for the moment~

Not even the stupid pain in his chest (must have been training too hard in gym) was going to keep him from making this another awesome day! He passed by his locker, not bothering to stop since he was already carrying his textbooks and notebooks in his backpack.

"This is stupid."

"Where the bloody hell is our first class at?"

The albino paused, hearing an unfamiliar accent, and glanced over his shoulder to see two redheads standing by the wall, both of them frowning at a piece of paper. What the crap? Did we get two transfer students or something?

"Why can't they make this easy to navigate?" The one on the left flipped the paper sideways, "Are we even looking at this the right way?"

…Should I help? Gilbert looked around him, but everyone else seemed to be giving walking as far away from them as possible in the narrow hallway. Huh? They're not poisonous, geez. Gilbert rolled his eyes and approached the two. Guess it's up to the awesome me to get them to their first class! "Yo. You guys need help or something?"

"Hm?"

… And I thought those pictures of vati showed him as unfriendly. Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the scowl on the one's face, "Help." He repeated flatly, pointing at the map they were holding, "Did you want help finding your first class?"

"Oh, that's nice of somebody to offer." The other one spoke up, "I was about to give up and skip the damn thing. Where the hell is room 205?"

"Up those stairs and to the right." Gilbert pointed towards the stairwell nearest them, "Any number that starts with 2 is on the second floor."

"Why couldn't they say that?" The first redhead scowled at the map, "Great, lemme mark that one, then where's room 109? That's second class."

Gilbert made a face. What grade are these guys in? They're all over the place. "Back on this floor. If you come back down those same stairs, just keep going up this hallway, it'll be on your left. That's also my second class though, so I can hang out outside the door so you know which one to go in."

"They don't have a number on the door?"

"Not on that one." Gilbert shrugged, "It keeps falling off for some reason."

"Great. Stand outside so we can find the damn room. Hopefully we can find our third class then."

Gilbert waved the two off as they headed up the stairwell, both of them still muttering under their breath. Just where did they come from? He shrugged and went down the hallway, making his way towards his first class. Have to remember to wait for them outside of the second class…

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Gilbert rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling as his first bell teacher tried (unsuccessfully) to get someone to answer the math question. He raised his hand, offering a grin, and the teacher sighed, "I know you know the answer, Gilbert. Is there anyone else paying attention?"

He shrugged and put his hand back down, earning a few snickers from his classmates around him. "Can't say I didn't offer." Gilbert leaned back in his chair, waiting for someone to finally give the teacher the answer. This isn't even that hard, people. Come on already.

"We've been covering this chapter for the last week and a half!" The teacher put both hands on her hips, "Come on now! Feliciano, how about you?"

"Uhmmm…"

Strike one. Gilbert grinned, watching the Italian shake his head fervently.

"Yao?"

"S-sorry…"

Strike two. Gilbert tapped his fingers on the desk, and raised his hand again, still attempting to answer for her. Let me answer so we can move to the next part already!

The teacher frowned, "I am not covering another thing on this syllabus, until somebody besides Gilbert, answers me!"

Gilbert lowered his hand again and sunk lower in his desk, propping his legs up on the surface, "Fine then. Wake me up when we start the next part."

"You could probably sleep through the next three tests, and still have a higher grade than the rest of your classmates." The teacher scowled at the rest of the room, "What is so hard to understand about this? Pay full attention up on the board now!"

Gilbert grinned as the teacher started writing out the problem in steps on the board. Not my fault everybody else isn't paying attention. He spotted Feliciano staring at him, "What?"

"How do you know any of this…?" Feliciano cried in a whisper, "This is really hard!"

"No it's not. It's super easy. Just pay attention." Gilbert pointed at the board, and redirected his attention the ceiling, counting the tiles one by one. No point in listening to this crap when I know how to solve it.

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"Gilbert."

The albino paused, about to exit the room, when the teacher called after him, "Ja?"

"Would you consider a higher math class?"

"Huh?" Gilbert tilted his head, "What, a math class for a different grade you mean?"

"You're excelling in this course, and everyone is way behind you in terms of understanding this math lesson. It doesn't make much sense for you to be in a class where you're not learning anything. I want you to try and attend the sophomore math class tomorrow." The teacher wrote out a note and handed it to Gilbert, "See how you do in that one."

Gilbert glanced at the paper with a raised eyebrow but shrugged, "If you say so, but good luck with the rest of these people." He exited the room, leaving the teacher to heave a heavy sigh as he left. Higher math course? Gilbert glanced at the room number she had left on the note for him. Oh… this is the class that those two redheads were going to first. Hey cool, I can be in their class! Gilbert grinned and leaned against the wall outside his second classroom. Maybe it wouldn't be so terrible. He might actually learn something new for once.

"Gilbert!"

It took all the manners he'd been taught by his mother to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Gilbert turned his head to stare at the female who'd come jogging over to him, "What?"

"A bunch of us were going to the movies after school! I just wanted to ask if you'd be interested in coming along?" She beamed up at him, hugging her textbooks to her chest.

Not hardly. Gilbert glanced over his shoulder, looking for any sign of the redheads, but they had yet to come into sight. "Who all is going?"

The female tapped a finger to her chin looking thoughtful for a moment, "Antonio is…"

Antonio is okay. Gilbert looked back at her curiously.

"Feliciano…"

Pass.

"…and Roderich!"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, "Then I should pass. You know full well that Roderich and I don't get along. And how did you get him to agree to go to the movies anyway?" The albino snickered at the thought of Roderich sitting through an entire movie. That'd almost be worth going just to hear him complain.

"I can convince Roderich to go anywhere~" The brunette grinned at Gilbert, "Come on and join us! You two can get along for one night!"

"He's not thinking you two are going on a date, is he? He's going to be mad that you're inviting other people." Gilbert shook his head in disbelief, "Nein, Elizaveta. I'm going to sit this one out."

Elizaveta huffed and puffed her cheeks out, "Oh come on! It'll be okay!"

I notice she's not answering my question. Gilbert rolled his eyes, keeping his gaze on the stairs, waiting for the transfer students to appear. I wish they would hurry up already.

"What happened to the always-looking-for-fun-Gilbert?" Elizaveta teased.

"He stops at going out of his way to annoy somebody." Gilbert said flatly, "I'm not coming. You go to the movies. And do Roderich a favor by retracting your invitation from Antonio and Feliciano."

"Roderich won't mind having a couple extra people along!" Elizaveta huffed.

"You said that the last time. And ja, he did mind. He minded quite a bit if I recall correctly, in fact, he minded so much, he left." Gilbert shook his head, "Take no for an answer, would you?"

"Terrific. You did wait for us."

Gilbert looked back over his shoulder and found the two redheads (somehow looking more annoyed than they had this morning) standing there, "Oh hello."

"Hm? Who's this?" Elizaveta tilted her head, looking at the two strangers.

"Allistor."

"Reilly."

Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the fact that they had introduced each other rather than themselves. Well that can get confusing. Math class will be a lot of fun! The albino's face brightened at the thought of a more entertaining class.

"Twins, huh." Elizaveta said flatly.

"Yeah, what the hell is your point?" Reilly glared at her, "Look, lady, in case you didn't notice, we're already having a bad day, so take any smart comments you might be thinking of making, and leave."

Gilbert gave a sideways glance towards Elizaveta, but was surprised to see the brunette just huff and walk away, "That takes talent. Not many people I know can get the last word with her."

"You promised mother that we would be on our best behavior." Allistor gave a look towards Reilly, "Now what kind of behavior was that?"

"I was polite. I didn't tell her to shove off, did I?" Reilly made a face.

Not in so many words, you didn't. Gilbert looked back towards the twins, "What grade are you guys in anyway? Ninth or tenth?"

"Tenth." Reilly said flatly.

"…Then why do you have a freshman class?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow at them, "That seems rather odd."

"Apparently they didn't have a class that was equal to this one at our last school, so we had to take some aptitude test for it. And this is where we wound up." Reilly motioned to the classroom with an air of sarcasm.

"… At least you didn't wind up in a remedial class." Gilbert commented.

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"… boring as hell."

Gilbert snickered behind his hand as the redhead behind him buried his face in his hands. He glanced off to his left and spotted Roderich carefully writing in his notebook, looking up at the board now and then. How the heck did Elizaveta start dating him anyway?

"Who can tell me the answer?"

Gilbert looked back to the board, eyes scanning the question for a moment, before he raised his hand, grinning when the teacher looked at him.

"Somebody besides Gilbert."

"Why does every teacher say that?" Gilbert gestured with both arms, "Seriously! Just let me answer!"

Roderich gave the albino a funny look, but went back to writing his notes down.

"Mr. Kirkland."

Gilbert noticed Roderich lifted his head again to look around the classroom in confusion. Who the heck is he looking for?

"Which one?" Reilly asked dryly.

"What genius decided to put both of you in the same room?" The teacher heaved a heavy sigh, "Fine, you." He motioned to Reilly, "Can you answer this?"

"If you mean the question you just asked, probably the genius down in the office." Reilly snapped, "And to answer your second question, of course I can't bloody answer it. I just got here, how the hell am I supposed to know what you're talking about?"

Gilbert put both hands over his mouth, trying extremely hard to not just burst out laughing.

"Temper, Reilly~" Allistor grinned at his brother, "You're losing it already~"

"Yo, teach, let me answer!" Gilbert looked hopefully up at the teacher, "I can totally answer!"

"I know you can." The teacher said flatly, but ignored him and turned to look at the rest of the room, "Mr. Edelstein!"

Gilbert rolled his eyes as Roderich lifted his head up again from the notebook. Oh this should be good.

"An answer to the question on the board, if you please." The teacher shot a nasty look towards Reilly and stalked back to the front of the room.

"What the hell was that look for?" Reilly whispered.

"Reilly." Allistor hissed, "Temper!"

Gilbert scribbled the answer down on a piece of paper and flung it at Roderich, who had frozen (once again) when the teacher called on him.

Roderich spotted the paper on the floor and leaned over to pick it up, briefly reading what was on it before his face turned red, "Uhm…"

"Thank you. Now for the rest of you, was that really that difficult? I want everybody paying attention up here!" The teacher hit his hand on the board, "This is simple economics!"

"I'll show you simple." Reilly snapped.

"Oh here we go." Allistor's voice groaned from behind Gilbert.

Gilbert watched in shock as a textbook went flying through the air and hit the teacher on the back of the head, "…"

Across the room, Roderich dropped his pencil in shock, staring at the textbook that was now on the floor.

"Who threw that?" The teacher spun around, "Stand up, now!" He glared at the row Gilbert was sitting in, "I know it was somebody in this row! This is the only row I'm standing in front of!" He stalked down the row of desks, checking the top of each one for a textbook.

Gilbert watched the book that had been on the floor at the front come back down the aisle past his desk. I wonder how he does that… He shrugged to the teacher as he stalked past.

"This is the most juvenile display of idiocy I have ever had from this classroom!" The teacher continued, "And if no one will come forward, then the entire class can sit in detention after school!"

"Are you kidding me?" Roderich whispered, and buried his face in his hands.

So much for the movies. Gilbert rolled his eyes, but wasn't about to give up the redhead sitting behind him.

"Way to go." Allistor muttered.

"Brother, dear, you of all people should know that I cannot hold my temper."

Gilbert shook his head in silence as the teacher walked around putting detention slips on every desk, "Yo. Can I ask you a question?" He looked up as a slip was placed on his desk.

"What?" The teacher looked at Gilbert.

"I'm just curious… but…" Gilbert picked up the slip of paper and glanced at it, "If you know the textbook came from this aisle… why are you giving detentions to everyone?"

"Because nobody is saying who the person is. If nobody is willing to speak up, then everyone will share the punishment of serving detention." The teacher snapped.

"So…" Gilbert turned the slip over in his hand, "How would the students in the front row know who threw the textbook? You could at least deduce that it had come from behind them. Are they all supposed to have eyes on the back of their head?"

"Don't push it." The teacher leaned on Gilbert's desk.

Gilbert crumpled up the detention slip and bounced it off the teacher, "I'm not serving a detention that you can't prove I had anything to do with. And nobody else in here is entitled to do so either." He heard some muffled snickering behind him and smiled up at the teacher, who was glaring daggers at him.

"If you don't plan on being here, I can inform the principal, Gilbert."

"I have no intentions of being here. I have plans after school, tough shit." Gilbert rolled his eyes, "So you go ahead and report my absence to the principal. Good luck explaining to him why I have a detention in the first place."

"Oh hey in that case." Reilly crumpled up his own slip and chucked it at the teacher as well, "I gotta finish unpacking. I don't feel like sitting here and entertaining you."

You threw that textbook in the first place! Gilbert waved at the teacher, "Are you planning on continuing the lesson at any point in time or is class over now?"

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"Is he really going to report us all to the principal?" Allistor raised an eyebrow at Gilbert as they were eating lunch.

"Everyone who put the slip down on his desk as they were leaving." Gilbert grinned and waved it off, "Don't worry about it. There's no way he can explain us all having detention."

"If you say so." Reilly glanced around the cafeteria, as if he was looking for somebody.

"Where are you guys from anyway?" Gilbert tilted his head.

"Scotland originally." Allistor answered, "But we lived in England as well. We've been hopping schools for the last couple years." He shot a glare at Reilly before continuing to eat his sandwich.

"… Why move all the way over here?" Gilbert looked at them in disbelief, "That's a heck of a distance to suddenly move!"

"Uhh…" Reilly tapped his fork against the tray in front of him, "Well dad and our little brother have lived here for some time now. We just moved here to be closer to them."

Gilbert made a face and continued eating.

"What?" Reilly stared at him in confusion.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just… opposite situation I guess. Been living with just mein mutti for as long as I can remember. But we have no contact with vater at all."

"Don't you miss him?" Allistor asked.

"How can I miss what I don't remember?" Gilbert tilted his head, "I haven't needed him all this time, I'm not going to start needing him now!"

"We remember our dad." Reilly exchanged glances with Allistor, "… and little brother. But we haven't spoken to either one of them in some time now, so it'll be nice to hear their voices again!"

"If you haven't spoken to them, then how do they know you've moved here?" Gilbert took a bite of his salad and winced. There goes that stupid muscle pain again.

"Uhhh… they don't." Allistor answered while Reilly shrugged, "We just kind of… up and moved here?"

"… Just like that?" Gilbert stared at them before brushing it off, "Not my business anyway. I'm sure you guys will be happy to see them again."

"Mother is thrilled." Reilly muttered, "But seeing as how we haven't spoken to them, I hope she doesn't have her hopes up that they're going to be the same as they were when they left."

Oh. So their dad and little brother left them… I wonder why… Gilbert pushed the salad around with his fork, suddenly losing his appetite. Gah. Maybe I need to start stretching a bit more. That might help.

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Gilbert started jogging around the running track in gym class, trying to keep up with his friend running alongside him, "Man… why is this taking so much effort today?"

"Are you okay?" Antonio looked at his friend, worried, "It's not like you to be so out of breath already!"

"Ugh…" Gilbert started slowing down until he was only walking and promptly doubled over, "This running thing ain't happening today…"

"Whaaaat?" Antonio panicked and knelt down in front of Gilbert, peering forward so he could see the albino's face, "You're looking a little pale."

"I'm always pale." Gilbert said flatly.

"I mean paler!" Antonio held a hand up to Gilbert's forehead, "You don't feel warm though."

"Thanks. I think." Gilbert heaved a huge sigh and straightened back up again.

"Problem? Normally you two have cleared the first lap by now."

"Oh hey, Roderich!" Antonio waved cheerfully.

How slow were we going that Roderich caught up? Gilbert made a face, "Geez… we really were going slow."

"What was that supposed to mean?" Roderich exclaimed.

"Uhm…" Antonio looked back and forth between the two, "I-It's okay, Gilbert! We can just take it easy one day! The gym teacher knows we're not slackers by habit~"

"… slackers…" Roderich whispered.

Gilbert snickered at the offended look on Roderich's face, "I'm fine, I'm fine! I can totally keep up with you both!"

"I am not a slacker!" Roderich huffed.

"Ah, no! I wasn't calling you one!" Antonio cried, "I wasn't! I was just saying because the teacher is used to us running around the track faster than this, that's all!"

"Okay!" Gilbert hopped up and down, "Here we go!"

"Ugh. Have fun." Roderich shook his head, starting up his slow jog once again.

Antonio grinned, "We're not going to go super fast!"

Gilbert started up a few paces faster than Roderich, hearing the other male making some comment behind him before everything in his vision suddenly shifted. "Huh? Why is the world sideways?" Gilbert asked before feeling a sharp pain on the right side of his body, "Whoa!"

"AH!" Antonio came running back into view, "Gilbert!"

"What?" Roderich knelt next to Antonio, "What happened?"

"Whoa… everything suddenly went sideways." Gilbert blinked up at the clouds, "That was weird."

"Don't run then! Walk!" Antonio pleaded, "Or better yet, don't walk at all! I'm gonna go get the teacher!" He stood up and took off back the way they had come.

"… It's a nice day for cloud gazing." Gilbert commented, choosing to ignore what Antonio had just said. What a totally unawesome way to end the day.

Roderich huffed and sat on the ground next to Gilbert, waiting for Antonio to get back, "Whatever keeps you awake. I'm not about to sit next to an unconscious person."

"Pft. I'm not about to pass out!" Gilbert grinned, "That would be totally unawesome."

"What's wrong anyway? Are you not feeling well?" Roderich asked, giving Gilbert a curious glance.

"Dunno. I felt fine." Gilbert folded his hands underneath his head so he had a makeshift pillow, "Except for this stupid chest pain anyway."

"Why didn't you tell the teacher that?!" Roderich exclaimed.

Gilbert grinned, "It's nothing, that's why! It's just from over-exercising yesterday! We were doing all that weight lifting!"

"You still should have mentioned it!" Roderich shook his head, "Honestly! What if something's seriously wrong?"

"Don't go worrying about me, Roderich. Your hair will start to match mine." Gilbert burst out laughing, "Nothing is wrong with me!"

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And the last reboot is underway! :D