I'm baaaaaaaaaaack!
Did you miss the spectacular stories of the amazing Amethyst?
Yeah...I may be getting a bit full of myself, feel free to knock me down a few pegs.
Call us Hetalia, installment five, is ready for launch at long last!
Not at long last, what as it been since Call me Magic? A month? Oh well, who cares!
Please enjoy!
"AII-YAH!"
Yao dove to one side of the hallway, barely dodging the blubbering italian that had just gone sprinting by full tilt in retreat.
"GERMANY! GERMANY SAVE ME!"
"And yet Ludwig is no where near here." Yao grumbled, as he got to his knees, he'd had to full on throw himself to dodge Feliciano.
"STAY AWAY FROM OUR BASE!"
Vash was close behind him and Yao groaned, shoving a dumpling in his mouth as he brought his feet under himself.
"That's the third time this week, aru. Feli is such an idiot..." He grumbled as he continued down the hall, still chewing on his dumpling.
Yao was currently in his classroom uniform and taking his time on his way to his next class.
He glanced down when a giggling nine year old in a mossy green coat that starkly contrasted with the red and black norm of the school came scampering into sight.
Aurel went running around the corner, still bubbling with laughter.
Valentin came running down the hall a moment later, donning his own classroom uniform identical to Yao's, then he leaned on his knees in front of Yao to catch his breath.
"He went left, aru." Yao commented, briefly removing the dumpling from his mouth.
"T-Thanks. I keep telling him not to come up into the halls during the school hours but he doesn't listen." Valentin stood up and renewed his pursuit of his younger brother.
Yao looked after him skeptically.
You think that one is hard. You should try five at the same time.
Yao returned on his walk, his footsteps echoed through the empty hall.
Hmm...ever since that fiasco he caused last week. Wait, has it even been a week? No, not even, it's only been about four days. Feels like longer. Valentin's still been on pins and needles with everyone. I suppose that enough people have accepted him well enough. I understand his younger brother being so clingy, he went from being alone, away from his brother or anyone who cared about him for a month, and then he actually thought that Valentin had abandon him for a while. It's a very interesting situation.
A few moments of Yao lost in silent pondering later Feliciano and Vash both came running back up, skidding around the corner as Yao took his sweet time, he stared at them in confusion.
They were both being dragged by the wrist by Lilli.
"H-Hey! What is this, aru? Where are you in such a rush to get too?"
Lilli didn't stop in her run, still dragging her brother and the brown haired italian.
"Yao! You forgot too? Today is Wednesday!" She wailed before racing off down the hall again, the scarlet ribbons of her uniform dress clashed horribly with the purplish blue bow in her hair.
Yao finished off his dumpling, watching as they fled down the hall.
Now what is so important about Wednesday?
Yao wracked his memory.
"Aii-yah...it was something I feel like I should know..."
Yao scrunched his golden eyes shut and frowned.
Oh crap.
His golden eyes flew open a moment later and he nearly choked on the remainder of his dumpling.
"Orchestra restarted this week! Aii-yah! Wait for me, aru!"
Yao took off after his fellow musicians.
The Orchestra hall.
Yao noted he wasn't the only one who'd gotten the memo late that the orchestra's practices were finally resuming after the calamity that was the micro nations initiation.
Being held hostage was not exactly how I had intended to spend my evening in the city with the rest of the performers. And we got saved by a bunch of immature little kids. Ridiculous.
Yao leaned on his knees panting as the musicians began to filter into the room in various degrees of rushed panic.
"Made it! I'm here, I'm here!" Alfred cried out as he came running into the room, trumpet in hand, in which all of the members of the orchestra had now gathered.
Wisteria sat in her chair, kicking her feet with Hercules snoring away, leaning on his chimes a few rows behind her.
"I'm so exciting we're continuing the orchestra, for a little while I was scared that the music wouldn't continue because of Morgan's attack on us."
Wisteria commented, putting a hand to her hand, her curly side ponytail bobbed with the motion.
Gilbert came tearing from the opposite end of the stage and randomly scooped her out of her chair bridal style, throwing an unprepared Wisteria into the air, she dropped and he extended his arms, catching her again.
"OY! What's this for, lunkhead!?" She demanded flailing her arms as she went air born again.
"Stop being such a worrier! You're thirteen! You shouldn't be so concerned about everything so young, it's so un-awesome of you!" Gilbert shouted.
"I can't help being worried when I'm worried!" Wisteria cried, glancing to the side when Gilbird swooped up next to her, chirping and flapping his tiny wings before she dropped into the german's arms again.
Gilbert's face suddenly cracked into a psychotic grin.
"Hey, America! Go long!" He shouted.
"What!? NO! NO! DON'T!"
Wisteria shrieked throwing her arms up before Gilbert hefted her into the air again as if she weighed nothing.
Alfred laughed his usual deafening way and backpedaled, Wisteria landed squarely in his grasp.
"Put me down! I'm not something for you to play catch with!"
Wisteria wailed, drumming her fists against Alfred's chest but seeming to have little effect.
"But you're so small and easy to throw!" Alfred exclaimed, a bright grin exposing his perfectly straight, pearly white teeth.
"Even so!" Wisteria pouted.
"Also I am not that small!" She continued her protest
"How tall are you?" The american countered.
"I'm 5 foot 1!" Wisteria declared proudly.
"I'm 6 foot 2! Perfect hero size, and that makes you super tiny." Alfred winked and stuck his tongue out at her teasingly.
"Am not!" Wisteria cried indignantly.
"Are too! And off you go!" Alfred took a running start and flexed his arms.
"AHHHH!"
Wisteria found herself flying though the air again and, yet again, being caught with ease.
By Ivan.
Cradled in the massive russians arms, Wisteria felt particularly dwarfed.
"Please just put me down..." She moaned.
"Of course, tiny comrade." Ivan agreed easily.
"I am not tiny!" Wisteria insisted yet again.
Ivan set her down on her own two feet and loomed over her.
"I am sorry if you are not liking the term, but it is being very true. Do not worry, small one."
He patter her on the head with a gloved hand.
"You will be hitting the growth spurt soon. My little sister grew very quickly when she turned fourteen."
"BIG BROTHER!"
"And there she is...goodbye. LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"MARRY ME MARRY ME!"
Russia took off and Austria watched with growing disappointment as Natalya chased her brother around the stage, scattering the Baltic plus Poland gang, who were prepping their tuba's, or in Ravis's case, his viola. Li was sitting in his chair, on his cell phone, oboe laid across his lap. Emil was sitting next to him looking half asleep, and Lukas...
Lukas wasn't there.
Austria glanced over to Denmark, who was full on snoring, sprawled across several chairs.
"I assume Lukas is still recovering?"
Mathias snorted as he awoke, then rubbing his eyes, blinking.
"Sorry, repeat that." He requested as he came to his feet.
"Is Lukas still recovering?"
Mathias shrugged, eyes clear of any knowledge of the situation.
"He should be, that doesn't mean he is. He probably will show up to watch. He can't play his xylophone with one good hand."
Roderich nodded.
"I wholeheartedly agree, I don't want him doing anything that would result in him being further injured."
"Who's injured?"
Came an airy voice from the side entrance to the stage.
Mathias slapped himself in the forehead, gritting his teeth.
"Told ya."
He grumbled, dropping his arm down to his side as Lukas came striding up onto the stage.
"What? Did you expect me to forget?" Lukas guessed, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"No, we expected you too...where's your sling?"
Mathias asked, sure enough, Lukas's left arm hung free at his side, instead of being supported with a sling.
"I took it off." Lukas responded easily, straightening his head to look his taller teammate head on.
Mathias groaned, gripping two fistfuls of his own spiky blonde hair.
"You're like a little kid! Professor Ancient Greece said you needed to wear it for another week at least!"
Lukas gave Mathias a blank stare.
"I don't want to wear it for another week. I feel fine. The injury's a little sore, that's it."
Mathias pushed Lukas back towards the stairs.
"Go back to the base and put the sling back on."
Lukas appeared to be irritated and locked his heels down to prevent from behind pushed further away.
"I am sick and tired of just sitting around healing. I want to practice with the rest of you."
"You can't go playing your xylophone with both hands, moving your shoulders will just make your injury more sore! You could even tear the stitches!"
Lukas turned to face Mathias.
Mathias knew from experience that Lukas would have crossed his arms, but at the moment the bullet wound that was above his collarbone was restricting such a movement.
"You do realize a bullet went clear through your body less then a week ago, right?"
Lukas rolled his violet eyes.
"Thanks for the reminder." He grumbled drily, as if he needed help remembering that hellish night he'd spent in a dreary, semi-conscious state while the Professor's had worked to save his life from the bullet that Morgan had fired, which had pierced him dangerously close to his heart.
"Most people would still be in bed!"
Mathias argued his point.
"I'm not most people."
Lukas replied simply.
"You sure as hell aren't, you're way more stubborn then anyone I've ever met."
Mathias grumbled, crossing his arms and turning his nose up at his best friend.
Roderich stepped up.
"Lukas, I honestly do not think it would be the best idea for you to participate." He said earnestly.
Lukas fixed him with the same blank stare.
"I'm fine." He insisted.
Mathias shook his head, lowing his gaze back onto the shorter Nordic.
"Do I have to walk you all the way back to the base and make you put that sling back on? If Professor Ancient Greece catches you she'll have your head."
Lukas slumped his shoulders.
"I'm staying to watch." He grumbled before shuffling from the stage like a child who'd just been told he was too short to go on an amusement park ride.
Mathias shook his head at Lukas as he moved to take up his cymbals.
"And I thought he'd be mature enough to just stay in the base and rest. He insisted on coming to class even when Headmaster told him to stay in the base and rest. He's too stubborn for his own good."
Roderich shrugged, rolling his shoulders and shaking out his arms to loosen himself up as he strode with an air of leadership and confidence to the front of the stage.
"Ok, everyone, let's get warmed up, we haven't practiced in a while, but don't worry, I'm sure the music will come right back to us."
Everyone took their spots, and at least they remembered how to hold their different instruments.
Yao settled onto his stool at the back of the stage, leaning forward and settling his fingers on the strings of his harp, looking up at Roderich, waiting for his direction.
Roderich raised his baton.
"One, two, one, two, three!"
Lukas, who'd taken a seat in the front row of the hall, winced when an eruption of discord greeted his ears.
Roderich lowered his baton and slapped himself in the face with a moan, the confident air crumbling under the overwhelming odds.
"This is going to be a long practice."
Emil lowered his drumsticks and looked up at Roderich.
"I don't think we'll be able to head to the city right away."
He pointed out, gesturing one drumstick.
Roderich nodded.
"Unfortunately. Lucky for us we weren't invited this year."
"Probably because we screwed up the city hall last year." Alfred exclaimed, waving his trumpet, grinning.
Roderich tapped his baton on the side of his conductors stand and everyone quieted again.
"Ok, let's just try it from the top, keep pressing forward and try to sync with each other. One...two...one, two, three..."
Yao ran his fingers over his strings and he himself knew he was quite out of practice, compared to the uneven blaring of Alfred's trumpet, things weren't sounding to good.
Aii-yah...Roderich was right...this IS going to be a long practice.
Amethyst: I tried. I promised myself I wouldn't do this until summer vacation. But then I got a lot better grades in school and...
Yao: Here I am, aru.
Amethyst: Shush. You know you've been wanting a story to yourself.
Yao: I have, aru!
Amethyst: Well, here you go.
Yao: So this is about me, aru?
Amethyst: You were the first character to appear, weren't you?
Yao: That doesn't always mean I'll be the main character, aru!
Amethyst: The cover image IS you.
Yao: Ok, can't argue with that.
Amethyst: Also...welcome back to the sign off room! *Waves arms around*
Yao: It's been a month and you still neglected to install a functioning door.
Amethyst: Pssh, I've been busy. Hey, when you guys review, drop in your predictions for what this story is gonna be about! I wanna know what you guys think is gonna happen!
Yao: Anyway, favorite, follow and review! It's installment five of Call us Hetalia, get ready for our next adventure! Hope to see you all in the next chapter, aru! *Waves*