A/N: OmgwhatamIdoing? I have no idea. I totally don't have time for this. But I've caught the Hetalia fever. It's like a disease. Making me spend all of my time doing nothing but Hetalia related stuff. It's not good for my exam revision. Still! This is chapter one, and I hope you all enjoy it. Just...don't ask about the title.

The Adventures of Sunshine, Sparkles, and Rainbow

Chapter One

There was nothing greater than standing on the edge of the roof top, wind blowing through your hair and your cape, watching all of the puny humans wandering around the grounds below, blissfully ignorant to their impending doom and new ruler. Just him, the sunshine, and the sweet smell of victory. He was in charge of the motherfucking world, bitches. Nothing could stop him now. He was going to rule the world, and all of the people in it.

Damn he was awesome.

"Hey Gil, you might want to start on your food before Antonio eats it all."

"And just 'cause you have your sleeves tied round your neck doesn't mean your jacket's a cape."

Gilbert scowled, turning round to see his two best friends lounging on the floor of the rooftop, half way through their lunches, his own abandoned. Francis was right, Antonio was eyeing his food. Greedy Spaniard. Ruining his dream and trying to eat his food. He needed new friends if they kept this up.

"Are you even allowed to wear that jacket? I'm not sure 'bright red hoodies' are part of our uniform."

"You guys are such downers on my awesomeness."

Francis chuckled, brushing hair from his eyes. He was spread out, hand propping him up so he wasn't completely lying out on the blanket that kept him from being on the dirty floor. The day was nice, and he was enjoying his time with his friends. Even if they were a little strange. "We didn't make the rules."

Gilbert hopped down from his position on the railing, moving back towards his lunch, glaring at Antonio who pouted slightly. "Eat your own food."

"But yours looks so good!"

Just a little strange.

"Cheer up, mon ami, I have brought you a present," Francis said, sitting up and reaching for his bag, a wicked glint in his eyes. As soon as Gilbert saw the glint, he felt his spirits lift, a smirk on his face. Something told him he was going to like this present. Antonio seemed just as interested to find out what it was.

Neither was quite expecting Francis to pull out a packet of balloons. They both frowned with confusion, though were still eager to see what it was all about.

"I hear that there is a water tap just outside of the door to the rooftop."

Gilbert snatched the balloons and was rushing down to find the tap as soon as Francis finished what he was saying. The blond man chuckled, standing to follow his friend, while Antonio tried to decide whether or not he should take this chance to finish everyone's lunch for them or follow. He didn't have much of a chance when Gilbert started shouting at him to join them.

The three boys were students at Hetalia Academy for International Students, which was where they were currently at, eating their lunches in their usual place of the roof. Though eating their lunches was quite a stretch, seeing as they were too busy preparing for a prank to actually eat, but that was what they had originally intended to do. These sorts of antics were expected of them really, especially Gilbert, and even more when they were all together. It had been ever since they first became close friends, back in primary school, though none of them could quite remember exactly when it had been.

They were far too busy leaning over the railing to think about that though, each with a balloon full of water in their hands. They were going to be in so much trouble when this was over, but as they saw who was coming, they knew it would be worth it.

Antonio and Gilbert glanced at Francis, who had a predatory look in his eyes. This one was definitely Francis's.

"Three."

"Two."

Francis smirked. "One."

He dropped the balloon, letting out a triumphant shout as it landed squarely on a mop of straw-blond hair. Gilbert cackled, dropping his own at the same time as Antonio, who started laughing when two other people emerged, a startled shriek of a woman sounding as the balloon landed right next to her, getting her legs wet, the final one only just missing the dark haired boy with her, mainly because he moved out the way. From the angry expression on his face as he looked up, Gilbert was hoping that it still hit him. It was a rare occasion for anyone to have the privilege of seeing Mr Stick-up-his-arse losing composure, and looking more than mildly irritated.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?!"

"Maybe you should start wearing a raincoat, Roderich!"

The girl next to him looked up, showing the furious face of Elizabeta, a Hungarian student, who looked like she'd planted her hands on her hips, ever the mother hen. Whatever she was planning to say was quickly cut off by the first victim of the prank.

"I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU, YOU STUPID FROG-FACE! AND YOUR BLOODY FRIENDS!"

"I would like to see you try, dog-breath!" Francis shouted back, grinning as the Englishman continued to shout abuse up at him, not holding back on the vulgarity. "Ah, I knew this would be a brilliant idea."

"You should've let me piss in it."

Antonio chuckled. "I'm not sure you'd have been able to fill a whole balloon."

"And I do have to sit next to him in class. Besides," Francis raised his voice, leaning over slightly more to try and make sure the boy would hear him. "He needs a wash! I don't want to have to smell him in History again!"

"Speak for yourself, you French wanker!"

"No one understands your British slang, lapin!"

"No one understands your French!" he was distracted as the girl next to him wrapped an arm round his shoulder, gesturing for them to return inside. Just as they started walking, Gilbert threw down another balloon, laughing madly as the three scattered and ran inside the building. Antonio and Francis picked up the rest, sharing them out before they started throwing them in various directions, aiming for the large groups of people.

Yes. He was King of the world. Look at the people scattering around below him. Bow down before the great and awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!

The roof really was a great position for taking over.

Thankfully teachers didn't appear until after they'd run out. Though Antonio was the first to realise that they hadn't actually finished their lunch as they were promptly banned from coming up on the rooftop again. They only just managed to grab their lunch before they were escorted away and charged with detention.

They knew it was worth it. Even just to see the looks on the other three's faces. And that first hit was so priceless, really. They should've had a camera to capture the moment.

The first three victims were there at the end of the hall waiting for them, Roderich seeming to be giving them the cold shoulder treatment, while the other two glared with all their power. Gilbert stuck his tongue out, Francis giving a flirtatious wink, which only served to anger the two more. Though that was kind of what they were aiming for.

"Hope you're dried up in time for History," Francis teased. He could tell the only thing stopping Arthur from punching him is the fact there are teachers there, judging by the fact the boy was curling his fist tightly and glaring with as much hatred as he could muster.

If only he'd been hit with more than one.

Gilbert stretched his arms, pleased to finally be out of school, his red jacket back on after it had been confiscated for the rest of the day. Sure, they'd had to stay an extra hour to clean gum off of tables, but it was fascinating what people tried to hide under the desk using gum as glue. When he'd pointed this out to his friends Francis had looked about ready to pass out. Unfortunately the victims of their prank had mostly dried off by the end of the day, though Arthur had had to borrow a spare uniform from the lost property, and his hair had still been a bit wet in History. Francis wasn't impressed that he kept 'shaking like a wet dog' and flicking water all over him.

That was revenge for you. It was never particularly pleasant.

"What are we doing now then?" Gilbert asked, turning to his friends.

Antonio scratched his head, shrugging lightly. "I have homework to do, I should really-!"

"No one does homework. Next excuse!"

"Amazingly, some people do in fact do homework," Francis said with a roll of his eyes, fixing his ponytail. "And I think it's about time you did yours. And mine."

"I'm not doing your homework for you."

"But how will I beat Arthur if isn't done?"

"Do it yourself."

"Such wounding you cause me, especially after I was so harshly rejected. You should be doting on me, fulfilling my every wish and whim."

"Watch me care."

Antonio raised a brow, heading in the direction of their houses. "You were harshly rejected?"

"Oh! It was horrific! Scarring!"

Gilbert snorted.

"It was!"

"I wasn't the wise-arse who decided it was a good idea to ask Natalia out for a date in the supply closet."

The Spaniard grimaced. "Seriously?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Francis explained with a shrug. "She gave me an opening."

"You mean you twisted her words?"

Gilbert began to snigger. "I'm surprised you didn't get your jaw broken."

"I'm not sure if I wouldn't have preferred that."

"You're insane."

Francis smirked, wrapping an arm round Antonio's shoulder, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "I think I need to be kissed better."

"Where did she hit you?"

"Oh, it hurts all over. Her words cut me like a knife."

"What exactly did she do to you?"

Gilbert grinned wickedly. "She had a hold of his neck and was preparing to castrate him with her bare hands."

"Preparing?"

Francis nearly whimpered at the memory. "She was working on my belt. It was horrifying."

"And that's what you get for asking crazy girls for sex."

"It wasn't sex, it was a date!"

Antonio gave him a disbelieving look.

"Whatever, not like I really want her."

"You guys! We haven't decided what we're doing now!" Gilbert persisted, bringing the topic back round to important things as the closed in on the section of town where they'd have to split up.

"Homework."

"Like I actually believe you two are going to go home and do homework."

"I'd like to think I am," Antonio confessed. "I'm trying to at least convince myself of it."

"To Antonio's house then!" Gilbert grinned, patting the brunet on the back. "And then you can kiss Francis all better."

The look that crossed the blonde's face bode well for no one. "I'm sure Antonio would appreciate the help, Gil."

"Dream on, Francis. There's no way you can afford me."

Antonio chuckled. "You're a prostitute now, are you?"

"No, he's just really high maintenance."

"If you guys keep this up I'll be going home and you can try and enjoy your time without me!"

"You're the one who's so insistent on us all doing something," Antonio reminded.

"Yeah, because I have an obligation to make sure that you get as much as the awesome me as you can."

"Someone needs to cut you down to size."

"Don't be jealous. You know you want me."

"Well, if you're offering…"

"Hey! Watch where you put those hands!"

"Oh no, apparently I want you, so why should I deny myself?"

Francis rolled his eyes, watching Antonio chase after Gilbert, while trying to grope him. Really, Antonio was spending far too much time with him if he now thought this was an appropriate way to conduct yourself in public. Though it was kind of refreshing to watch someone who wasn't him be the pervert for once. In saying that, Antonio could probably use a hand. It was certainly easier to grope someone when there were two of you, and he still needed someone to kiss him better.

So it's not as long as I'd like it to be, but hopefully future chapters will be longer. It meets my minimum requirement though, so I'm content, and it is the introductory chapter. I thoroughly enjoyed writing that though! I love their characters, especially together. I can totally seem them being pranksters, especially Prussia.

As a heads up, due to the fact that this is an Alternate Universe fanfic, I may or may not have to take liberties with the ages of some characters, mostly just to further plot development. Any characters I do take liberties with will be side-characters who don't feature too much, if that makes it better.

Constructive Criticism is welcomed and appreciated!

R+R

Thanks

~ Kivea R.

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