Disclaimer: I own nothing! Well, I do have my violin, and computer- wait, that's not what I mean. I got some major love, so I needed to update, even if I should be packing. I was also struck with inspiration, so I needed to right, okay? Of course it is.
This chapter is Prussia-centric. Like, his awesome point of view. I just wanted to try to write like Prussia.
Awesome. One word to describe my entire life. Everything about it is completely and totally awesome. I was born into money, so I automatically get whatever I want. So when I wanted to become an astronaut when I was 5, I went to space camp no questions asked, although that dream passed by the end of the first week. When I had trouble in math, Dad hired a tutor just for me. And when I wanted to be a rock star, a dream that I still have today, Dad took me to the family music store to pick out my instrument. I instantly fell in love with the drums. They're so cool! Everything in the band falls around the beat that the drums make. He then put me in private lessons for drums. I went through 3 teachers before I finally found someone who could accommodate my awesomeness. That was just the beginning.
I met Francis and Antonio both in kindergarten. It was the first day of school and I was arguing with this one creepy girl that thought she was a boy. Now, I normally could have just beat her up, but Dad said that he would revoke my computer privileges if I got into a fight. Anyway, things were getting really intense, and Antonio and Francis must have thought I was in trouble and came over to help me out. In the end, completely by shock, the girl pulled out a toy frying pan that was a part of the kitchen set and beat us all with it.
"You boys stay here, I'm have a package waiting for me in the main office. Behave, I'll be back in a moment." It was the first day and the school nurse already knew we were trouble
"Man, that girl was creepy." Antonio commented as he held an icepack to his bruised forehead.
"Ah, completely insane." Francis added.
"Hey, you guys don't have to deal with her outside of school. She's a family friend of ours. Yuck, right." I had to top what they were saying, it's just how thing work. I am so awesome, it's not hard, but still.
"That must be a nightmare!" Francis gasped.
"Oh it is! She's completely wacko!" I jumped out of my seat, forgetting that she made me sprain my ankle, and fell to the ground. "Ow!"
"Oh, let me help you up." Antonio offered me his hand. "I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, I was born in Spain, my daddy owns a tomato company. I'm in Mrs. Martin's class."
"Hey me too!" Francis replied. "My name is Francis Bonnefoy, charmed to meet you. I was also born out of country, in France, where my family produces some of the most delicious wine in the entire world. It's also some of the most expensive."
"Well, I'm in Mrs. Martin's class too!" I awesomely replied. "The name's Gilbert Beilschmidt, learn it, live it, love it." That has been my signature line for as long as I can remember. "I was born in Germany and my daddy owns Beilschmidt Music, the biggest music store franchise in possibly the entire world!"
And that's how it all started. In the end, I got my computer privileges taken away for an entire month, but I also made the best friends a guy can ask for. Ever since then, we'd always been in the same class, Antonio had connections to the school. Finally, one day I asked them to join a band. Francis had been playing piano for a while, not quite as good as my cousin Roderich, but he was still pretty good and was able to play the keyboard for the band. And Antonio could play the bass. Together we formed the Bad Touch Trio, the most awesome band on the face of the earth!
So you guys might be wondering, what the awesome me is doing at summer camp when I could be roaming the world, making my mark on every country with my awesome drumming. Well, my dad's best friend sort of owns the place, and he thought that it would be good for me to come here. I got Antonio and Francis to join me under the camp's music department. Genius, huh. It'd be like a band getaway all summer long. Just us. Right. Wrong.
Apparently, there's 4 to a cabin! Outrageous, right! Some other kid is gonna come in and cramp the Bad Touch Trio's style. And knowing Dad, it'll probably be some boring stick in the mud. But so far, he hasn't showed up yet. He probably got scared the awesomeness he could tell was awaiting him and ran back to his boring stick in the mud parents. The opening ceremony is about to start. I should probably go and- oh crap! I think I sense the devil.
"Gilbert. Is that you." Elizaveta's voice rang through my ears. She's grown up a lot since we were little, and now is completely fine with being a girl. And get this, she's dating my totally unawesome cousin! Gross, right!
"Oh, it's you." I said completely unenthusiastically. "Um, why are you here again?"
"I go here. My cabin's right there." She pointed to a cabin across from ours, on the girls side of camp. Great chose in design putting girls and boys cabins so close together.
"Shit." I must have said something wrong, because she started chasing me around camp. Crazy bitch.
"Gilbert! Get back here you idiot!" Shit! She's catching up to me. I was too preoccupied to realize where I was going, when all of a sudden BAM! Something was in my way, and I ran right into it. Can this day get any worse? I look down at what I hit, probably totem pole or something that you normally see at a summer camp. I heard whatever I hit make some sort of noise, so I casually look down. Definitely not a pole. Nope, under me is this sparkling blonde with brilliant blue eyes. Hey! Those could be lyrics for a song. Then I realize it, he's not a chick. And I'm straddling him. So not good for my image. I turn my head back to Elizaveta, who had obviously caught up by now. But she doesn't look angry. She looks... positively glowing with happiness.
"Don't you dare move! I gotta get my camera!" She yelled as she ran off. Crazy bitch.
Blech, I don't really like how that's written, it's pretty suckish. Anyway, I'd like to make it longer, but I have to get up early tomorrow to go on vacation and I still need to finish packing. Hey, did you guys catch the little joke about Beilschmidt Music- a take on Schmitt Music, a Midwestern music store company. I suppose most of you didn't, but if you live in the Midwest area, I hope you find it funny. Anyway serious business.
I need you guys to help! You see, I need names for Germania and Rome! So you guys know, we're having Germania be Prussia's father, so Rome will of course be the Italy twins' father too. Oh, and Germania's friend that Prussia talked about. But they need names. Review or PM me your ideas.