Would you look at me posting so soon! As promised, another installment. (Forgot to mention, but I don't own Hetalia!)

Enjoy!


Meanwhile, at Gauken High (nicknamed prison by its day time inhabitants), Roderich Edielstien, head of administration, was stewing.

He had been sitting calmly at his desk, going through the list of student's and their absences to fill out some forms, when all of the sudden Gilbert Beilschmidt's whopping ten absences began to tick down to three.

Roderich wasn't stupid. That child had tried to pull a fast one on him. After calling his teacher to inquire whether of not he was in class (he wasn't), he was seething.

"Miss Braginski!" Roderich bellowed. The blonde woman popped her head into his office. "Did anyone from the Beilschmidt residence call today?"

"Oh yes" Katyusha said, nodding enthusiastically. "Mrs. Beilschmidt called earlier to say Gilbert was awfully sick"

The anger dissipated. "Oh, well then-"

"But then the strangest thing happened! Ms. Carriedo called not a moment after saying there was a death in the family and that Antonio was to be sent home immediately. But that wasn't the odd part. They both sounded so upset, and, oh gosh, I don't know. They sounded french!"

Roderich could feel a full on aneurism coming on. He tried to avoid grinding his teeth in fury. It was those three idiots, at it again! "I can not believe that insolent brat!" He ranted to no one in particular. "Changing his absences, skipping classes- lying to my secretary! When I get my hands on him I'll strangle him until he regains some color in his pigment-less genes-"

"Mr. Edielstien?" Miss Braginski asked, cutting off his rant. "If you insist on making death threats, please try and do so at a lower volume. You are scaring the first years."

Roderich glanced over that the terrified boy standing in the hall. Blushing madly, he resigned to taking a deep breath and sitting at the small piano he kept at the corner of his office for situations like this. "You may go now, Katyusha. I believe this calls for some Chopin" He muttered, beginning to play the soothing melody.

For a moment, all that was left of his anger was soothed away by the rhythmic ups and downs of the scales. Roderich even began to lose why he was angry in the first place. At least, until loud speaker crackled to life.

"Antonio Carriedo? Antonio Fernadez Carriedo? Please come to the front office so that your mother can pick you up. Again, Antonio Fernadez Carriedo, your mother is here to pick you up"

And just like that, all graces and patience that only classical music could bestow upon him vanished. Snapping open bloodshot eyes, Roderich hastily made his way from the bench. So it seemed there would be a chance to intercept the school's trouble maker. And this, Roderich promised himself, would be the final time Gilbert decided he was too cool and too big of a man to respect authority.

Knocking over stray students and wayward teachers, Roderich was just able to catch up to Antonio in the hall.

"Mr. Carriedo! You will stop this very moment."

Antonio stopped, looking this way and that. Roderich sighed. "Over here, behind you."

"Oh!" Antonio smiled. "Coming to see me off?"

"Er, yes. I have some unfinished business with your mother. I figured now would be the best time."

The boy nodded. "I hope you do reconsider my grade in math. I really need to graduate on time."

Roderich paused. That was right, he actually did have to discuss with Ms. Carriedo about her son's D to F ratio. But now was not the time. He started walking again, Antonio trailing behind. By the time they both made it to the front of the school, a bright red car and a smirking Ms. Carriedo was waiting for them. But neither made it past the door.

She looked horrific.

Tall heels had her wobbling from left to right, despite standing still. Her red designer dress showed off her hairy, masculine legs in a way hairy, masculine legs should not be showed off. Perhaps the worst part though was that her bulging chest jutted out in an almost painful way, tearing the front of the red satin and scaring the occasionally passing child. Even Miss Braginski, who was watching from the window, winced.

"Madre?" Antonio whispered, horrified.

Roderich's face slackened. "What happened to her... you know..." He stammered. "You know what, nevermind! I, uh... please tell your mother that I will call and discuss whatever I have to later. Over the phone." Roderich high tailed it back into the building, calling a quick, "Have a nice day, Antonio" over his shoulder.

Across the parking lot, 'Ms. Carriedo' waved her son over. Antonio refused to move.

Sighing, she removed her large, red sunhat that blocked at least half her face. "God Antonio, stop looking so freaked out. It's just me"

"Gilbert?" Antonio whispered, still on the side of horrified.

Gilbert grinned. "The one and only! Come one, we're hitting the town."

Relaxing upon realizing that it was just his friend and that his mother was probably safe and sound at home, Antonio quickly trotted up to the car and tossed his stuff in the back. But just before he climbed in, he stopped.

"Hey, wait" He said. "Francis, is this your new car?"

Francis, who had been slunk low in his seat, peeked up over the dash board. "It is" He confirmed. "Though my birthday is two months from now, my parents forgot and gave it to me early."

"Hey" Gilbert said, dropping into the driver's seat. "At least you get a car. You could be me, getting a stupid diary that you don't even use."

"Uh huh" Francis scoffed. "Then what do you keep hidden under your bed?"

Gilbert rolled his eyes like the question was the stupidest he had ever heard. "That's a journal; it's different"

"A journal called 'Awesome Diary?'" Antonio asked.

"Wha- how do you know about AD's top secret name?" Gilbert demanded.

"Me and Francis were looking at it last time we slept over."

"You little shits!" Gilbert looked ready to kill. Neither of the little shits in question reacted to his display, with Antonio climbing into the car's backseat and Francis putting on his sunglasses and fixing up his hair. After a few minutes of Gilbert's fuming, Francis leaned over to him.

"Are we going to leave before or after Roderich realizes we've dupped him again?"

Gilbert growled, but hopped into the passenger's seat. "Oh please" He said. "Roderich won't notice anything."

[=]

The plan was to head into the big city and waste away the day until six, when all three were expected to be back home, safe and sound.

"I should call my mom" Antonio said, his words being eaten by the wind before either of his friends could hear him.

"What?" Francis yelled. "I can't hear you!"

"I said I should call my mom!" Antonio shouted.

"WHAT?"

"I SHOULD CALL MY MOM"

"No way dude!" Gilbert interrupted. "You'll get us caught!"

"But she thinks I'm at school! What if we all die and she doesn't know?"

"We are no going to die" Gilbert patted Antonio's head, conveniently placed between the two front seats so he could be heard better. "And if we do, eh so what?"

"That isn't very reassuring"

Francis checked the rear view mirror, before noticing a patrol car and slowing down. "Yeah Gilbert, way to make us all feel better. Listen Antonie, just call her around three. Say you're staying late for math help."

"Huh" Antonio grinned. "That works! So where are we headed to now, amigos?"

"I'm thinking Main Street" Francis said, pointedly ignoring Gilbert's groaning. "I need new clothes and what a better time to buy them than when I'm with the two people in this world who think fashion is akin to the death sentence?"

"At least not Main Street!" Gilbert pleaded. "Nobody but you has money to buy things there"

Francis shrugged. "Well since I'm driving, we're going to Main Street. Just window shop if you can't find it in yourself to get good taste." He turned off the highway and coasted into the city limits. "Now help me find somewhere to park."

It took awhile to find a parking spot that didn't threaten to tow, but eventually they did. Gilbert reluctantly trailed his two friends inside the nearest store with a French name he couldn't pronounce. Francis immediately disappeared into the racks of overpriced shirts. "Now what?" Gilbert asked, poking Antonio in the side.

"I don't know. Look at the clothes I guess?"

Gilbert reached for the nearest price tag. "Two hundred and fifty dollars"

Antonio gasped. "No way"

"Way"

"I bet I find something worth five hundred dollars"

"Um, excuse you" Gilbert challenged. "I bet I could find something worth a thousand dollars."

The two friends stared at each other. "First to find the most expensive item wins" They said at the same time. An all knowing, mischievous look passed between the two and then they were off.

Antonio immediately dove for the shoe section, tearing through the high heels and boots on display. Gilbert on the other hand went for the fur coats and dresses, conveniently placed near each other. The deeper in the section he went, the higher the prices got.

"Two thousand dollars?" Gilbert muttered to himself. "No fucking way." He went to take the baby seal leather floor length coat off the rack, before a voice stopped him.

"Excuse me sir, but if you were planning on stealing, I'm afraid I will have you handcuffed before you take a step."

Gilbert stopped. "Stealing?" He ground out, scowling. "I'm just looking."

The saleslady sneered. "I'm sure you were looking to buy something so far out of your price range."

"Um excuse me, missy-"

"Gilbert! Eight hundred and fifty dollars!" Both the saleswoman and Gilbert turned to see Antonio hobbling along in bright red, Gucci platform heels. But just as Antonio came closer to the two, he took a faulty step and he fell, crashing into a nearby sales rack. When he came back up, his head was decorated by a flashy boa and a nasty bruise.

"Holy shit man!" Gilbert shouted. "You look ridiculous!"

"Yeah but I totally win"

"Excuse me!" The saleslady yelled, getting their attention. "I am going to have to ask you to leave for vulgar language and disruption of peace!"

"What-" Antonio asked, the same time Gilbert protested "But I didn't-"

But the woman wouldn't take any of it. She grabbed Gilbert by the arm and Antonio by his, and all but dragged them out of the store. "And do not come back!"