Chapter 2
"Why not? That would be awesome" Prussia finished, taking Canada's hand and walking back to class.
Canada followed silently, blushing as the two walked back to class.
"Where were you guys? Bloody hell you almost got me murdered!" yelled England as Prussia and Canada came through the door. Then he saw them holding hands "Oho? So that's how it is?"
"Ah-" Canada began, but was cut off by Prussia saying
"What happened is not for someone so an-awesome to know" earning a small giggle from Canada. Prussia gave Canada a quick glance, smiling at the thought of how cute he was before returning to reality and glaring at England.
"It's fine. I know enough." Said the Brit grinning
"Well just so you know we'll be going out on a date tomorrow" said Prussia with a smirk, causing Canada's blush to deepen.
"And I needed to know that? Boy you must be proud" said England sarcastically.
"England…don't be mean. Please?" Canada asked, not wanting them to be in anymore trouble then they were already in.
"Well whatever. I'm going to go now" said Prussia, letting go of Canada's hand. He began to walk away when he felt someone grab his collar.
"Hold it right there! We've got detention remember? You're not planning to ditch when you caused us to get it right?" yelled England, glaring at Prussia as he dragged him into the classroom.
"Ah…England! You'll hurt Prussia if you do that!" said Canada in distress
"…dammit. You're so goddamn un-awesome, Arthur!"
Canada tries to help by pushing England, but it ends up doing absolutely nothing at all.
"Hay, you're the one who got us stuck in this mess not me" said England, forcing Prussia into his desk then going to sit down. Canada sat in the desk next to his.
Italy, who had been quietly mopping the whole time suddenly, asked the one question everyone had forgotten again. "Where's the teacher who's meant to be taking our detention?"
A few seconds later Germany entered, with an annoyed look on his face. Following behind him was a tall boy in a tan trench coat and long scarf.
"You!" he said pointing to the boy behind him "Go sit near…" he paused for a moment looking around the detention room. Prussia sat there thinking don't say me, don't say me, don't say me! "Prussia! The silver haired boy by the window"
The boy came over and sat in the desk behind Prussia, with a creepy smile and an eerie purple aura.
"What the hell West? Why are you taking detention?" asked Prussia, once again upset by the fact that his brother had more authority then him.
Canada looked behind him and noticed that the boy was sitting there not only smiling in a scary way, but smiling in a creepy way at Prussia! Feeling a little distressed by that fact he decided to move his desk a little closer to Prussia's. Prussia looks over at Canada and is about to ask what's wrong when he's interrupted by an Irish voice somewhere in the back of the class.
"Oi! No making moves on Prussia!" shouted Ireland who had been unnoticed until now.
"Ah…I-I wasn't trying anything…" stuttered Canada in defence, blushing slightly.
Before the conversation could get anymore awkward England silenced the class by shouting "sir, how long will this take? This is boring. And I have a job you know!"
"You do?" asked Ireland in surprise
"Yes I do but it's none of your business"
"Si-" said Ireland, before realising that arguing with England was to boring and leaving the room.
"I don't get paid enough for this!" said the ever annoyed German with a sigh
"Then go get a job somewhere awesome, West!" said Prussia, and was about to continue when he felt the strange feeling of being watched. He turned around to see the boy with the scarf smiling at him in a creepy way. Canada tried to glare at him but this, like all his other attempts at being violent, had no effect whatsoever. The only reaction that got was a flare in the boys purple aura. This made Canada slightly…overly terrified. And after scaring the Canadian, the boy went back to smiling at Prussia.
"Ha-hay!" said Canada
"What?" asked the boy in a Russian accent.
"What…are you doing?"
"I'm sitting here because I'm in detention, da" he said smiling
"I mean…why are you looking at Prussia like that?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, da"
Canada looks to Prussia for help, who just shrugs and gives him a look that says 'there's nothing I can do'. Canada lets out a large sigh, trying to work out what he should do when Russia lent forward and whispers so quietly that only Canada can hear "so…I heard you're going on a date with Prussia tomorrow at the ice-skating rink, da?"
"H-how did you hear that?" Canada said blushing slightly
"That's not important" he finished then sat back in his desk smiling. Then to everyone he asked "So what did you guys do to get into detention?"
Everyone stopped and stared at the Russian boy, not quite knowing what to say or how they should react.
"Well you see…I just thought uke here would look awesome with bird poo in his hair" began Prussia.
"It's UK. You're pronouncing it wrong"
"No. I'm pronouncing it fine"
"Are you trying to say something?"
"Well, just so you know…I know who you like Uke"
"Do you want to know what I did, da? I pulled the faucet pipe out of the school drink fountain" the Russian says casually with a smile.
An awkward silence fills the classroom, and it's only broken when Prussia's phone begins to ring. "Hello? Spain! How's it going? Sure I'm not doing anything right now. Be right there" said Prussia, then hung up his phone, gave a quick wave goodbye to Canada then ran out the door. The room was filled with a few more seconds of silence.
"Oi! What were you saying about me before? Get back here you bloody git!" England began to yell after him, knowing full well that the Prussian probably couldn't hear him.
"Oh no! First he gets us into detention now he leaves halfway through. Is he even allowed to do that?" asked Italy, who had been zoned out for most of detention
"Whatever. Might as well get detention over with, I have work after this" said England sighing.
The room was thrown into another silence which was this time broken by the usually quiet Canada asking "umm…does anyone know a good ice-skating rink?"
"Huh? The one in the next suburb is good…Why?" answered England.
"No reason" said Canada looking away blushing
"Ok…" England said thinking do I even want to know? After that he continued doing his unfinished class work.
"Were the hell has Prussia gone! And because your causing so much mayhem in detention, maybe I'll make you stay longer!" yelled Germany to what was left of his class
"No! Are you even allowed to do that?" Italy began complaining.
"Bloody hell? I am NOT having any more of this!" said England, storming out the room.
"I get that you're mad but do you have to swear so much" complained Italy
"I think I'll go to, da" said the Russian, also leaving the room
"You can't all just leave!" yelled Germany, running out the room to get the students back.
"I guess it's just me, alone in this room" sighed Italy after the teacher left
"I-I'm still here" said a quiet voice.
"Oh! Of course you are…who are you again?"
"I'm-"
"No wait I know! You look sort of like America so you must be one of his small, unnoticed sub-colonies right? Am I right?"
"No. I'm Canada."
"Oh Right. Do you want to just leave?"
"Ok I guess. I have to go organise tomorrow anyway" said Canada quietly as he followed the Italian out the room, blushing slightly when he realised this is really happening. Were really going on a date!
-Meanwhile it the parking lot at the front of the school-
"…bloody hell I forgot? I don't have my car today! Augh!" after looking around for a while he sees a fancy looking car. After pausing for a moment he turned around with a sigh "Where's the bloody frog when you need him?" he called, storming back into the school to look for him.
He eventually finds him at the end of the main hall, talking with Prussia and Spain about whatever they'd just been doing. After glaring at Prussia he grabbed the collar of France's shirt and began to drag him back towards the parking lot "Car. Keys. Now."
"Angletterre I could just drive you-"
"Give me the bloody keys frog!"
"Mon ami what has gotten into you I-"
"Give me the keys I have work dammit!"
The Frenchman finally surrendered his keys to the Brit thinking Prussia was right; he is in a bad mood today.
"Prussia?" called a voice somewhere behind him, stopping him in his tracks.
"Umm…yeah…the one and only" replied Prussia turning to see the boy in the long scarf "And…you were in detention right?"
"Da, I'm Russia but you can call me Ivan. What about you?"
"I'm the awesome Prussia. Why don't you just call me Gilbert…or Gil?"
"Ok then, Gil?" he asked smiling
"Umm…yeah?" said Prussia smiling awkwardly
"Ah…you want to hang out or something sometime, da?"
"Umm…ok…sure…"
"Ok! Are you free for ice skating tomorrow?"
"Umm…" Prussia doesn't know how he should respond. All he can think is geez is he psychic or something.
"Da?" asked Russia when he got no response.
"Umm…maybe not tomorrow…actually-" he looks away to try to think of what to say
Russia begins to mutter something that sounds a little like "KolKolKolKolKolKolKol" and suddenly Gilbird falls of Prussia's head and falls to the ground.
"You say something?" asked Prussia
"Nothing. Is your bird ok?" he said gesturing to the small yellow bird that was walking/hopping dizzily on the ground. "But anyway you can come tomorrow right? I'll see you tomorrow then!" he finished, running of before Prussia could say no.
"See you then?" he said, standing alone in the school yard thinking what just happened? Then what have I done?