Just as he thought, Berwald arrived at school completely soaked.

His school was an orange and rather big building with only one entrance, a large brown door in wood, that was left open wide in the morning and at one o'clock, when the students finished school and headed home.

The building consisted of four floors, but the students could only walk freely in the first three, since the steps to the fourth one were blocked by a white and red chain, even if easily overtakeble . In the last floor, there were only old desks, broken chairs and unusable cupboards. Even the light was never turned on, maybe for save electricity.

Now, hold on a second. There was nothing of special or supernatural in that floor, it was just like a warehouse of old school furniture pieces, and the students knew, since more than one time somebody overtook the chain and walked up the steps, just for then brag about the "transgressive" action with their friends.

Pfft.

Anyway, Berwald's classroom was located on the third one, at the end of the corridor. It was the farthest one from the vending machines that had been situated in the floor and it had near only the boys' bathroom.

He hated have to climb the stairs every single day for arrive at his classroom.

It didn't tire him, but he would have preferred that his classroom had a better position in the school, like , for example ,on the first floor.

With his backpack on one shoulder and his wet boots, he started climbing the anti-slip black mat covered stairs.

Once he reached his floor, he turned right and started walking straight through the long corridor that led him to his classroom. When he found himself right in front of his door, he took a big and involuntary loud sigh and entered the room.

The lesson was supposed to start in less than five minutes, but there were only about ten people in the classroom. When the Swedish boy entered, his classmates turned their head in the opposite position of where he stood and lowered their voice.

Berwald sighed and walked to his desk, trying to avoid looking at his "so lovely" classmates' faces. He sat in the last row, in the desk attached to the wall.

Next to him sat a boy from Sri Lanka, but they never talked.

Nothing unexpected.

Ten minutes later, all the students had arrived, but professor Carriedo was late, as usual.

He was a young and tall man in his late twenties who came from Spain , with messy brown hair and green eyes. He was a very good teacher despite his age, and had a very cheerful personality, so it was just natural that almost all the girls in Berwald's class were attracted by him.

Anyway, when the teacher finally arrived at a quarter past eight, all the students stood up and greeted him.

With a bright smile he returned the greeting, and just when all the students were starting to pick the textbooks from their backpacks, he said:

"Not so fast! Today we were going to change your seats arrangements, don't you remember?"

All the students, included Berwald, watched the teacher, completely sure that he had never mentioned anything about it. Then, a boy with shoulder-length blonde hair answered :

"Excuse me professor, but you never, like, told us about this whole matter about changing seats or whatever".

Berwald couldn't remember the smaller boy's name, not that it mattered.

"Oh really? Ahahaha, sorry guys, it seems that I totally forgot to inform you about it! Anyway, it doesn't matter, just get up and grab your things so that I can assign you your new seats!" The young teacher answered, smiling while doing so.

Everybody stood up, and then the same guy who previously spoke made eye contact with Berwald.

The smaller boy watched him for about two seconds, for then turn around obviously scared and start to whisper something about him.

How did Berwald know that he was talking about him?

Simple, because now three other guys started to watch him and all together whisper .

'Fabulous.' The Swedish boy thought.

Then, suddenly, the shorter one of the boys, Raivis if he remembered correctly, said in a rather loud voice that he didn't want to sit next to Berwald, and soon nearly all the students were throwing worried glances at him.

Damn, it's not like he was going to kill the poor guy just because he said out loud what everybody was thinking.

Berwald wanted to say something to his classmates, but was also sure that whatever he told them, would be seen as a threat, so he decided to remain silent.

In the meantime, professor Carriedo saw what was happening in between the students, so he coughed to gain their attention and said awkwardly:

"Well, let's begin now. In the first row , starting from the seat next to the window , will sit Alessandra, Eugène, …" and continued to list the name of the students.

The second and soon even the third row were complete, so Berwald understood that he would have to sit in the last one.

Not that it bothered him.

He liked where he sat, but he would have preferred to be close to the window, instead of the door.

In the end, Berwald luckily got the seat that he liked, and next to him sat Vash Zwingli, a boy from Switzerland that unexpectedly seemed to doesn't mind his seat position. From what he observed during school hours, Berwald could say that Vash was a serious guy ,but also easily angered.

After that professor Carriedo finished to show the new seats positions to the students, he began his lesson.

But Berwald wasn't particularly in the mood for geography.

He could always study it by himself once he was at home.

Anyway, at first he and Vash didn't speak at all, but Berwald had the feeling that it was because the other boy was very interested in the lesson and not because he sat right next to him.

And he was right.

Once the lesson ended, while the students were waiting at their desks for professor Bonnefoy to arrive, Vash started to stare at Berwald. At the beginning, the Swedish boy decided to ignore the eyes that were fixated on him , but in the end he turned his head and also started to stare at the other boy. Vash slightly widened his eyes in surprise because he understood that he's been caught watching Berwald by the boy himself, but instead of turning his head, he just continued to stare.

In the end, Berwald decided to move his attention to something else, and started to watch the sky outside the window.

Just then, a voice interrupted him by doing so.

"Eih, is there a possibility that you aren't continuously glaring at people, but that your eyes are just… well, scary? I'm only asking because I've never seen you bully or threaten anyone in this months."

Berwald was sure that Vash was talking to him, so with his slightly widened eyes, he simply nodded mumbling "mmh."

Seriously ? Was that all he could master to say when someone was apparently trying to have a conversation with him? Well, the question was quite direct and came without notice, still he could have tried to say something more than just a word.

But Vash didn't seem bothered by the bigger boy's answer, and simply continued, "Oh, so I was right. I have a friend in another class, Ludwig, who had a "problem" similar to yours. People were afraid of him for his appearance , but once he started to talk more, everybody realized that he was just a serious, but also very nice, person.

What I'm trying to say is that instead of staying here like an idiot watching outside the window , you should try to talk with someone of the class. If you're not a very social person, like me, I understand that you might like staying by yourself, I'm not telling you to become like that Feliciano-guy, but at least try to clarify the misunderstanding.

Just watching you makes me want to break a damn rifle on your head!".

…

…

Ok.

Berwald was speechless.

First of all, not only had this guy just talked to him for more than ten seconds, but he also calmly called him an idiot. He didn't know if feel happy or slightly offended, but in the end he opted for the first option, and answered to Vash with a simple "I'll try".

But that three short words caused a smirk to spread in the Swiss' face.

The two of them started to "converse" during their Biology hour, since professor Bonnefoy was trying to hit on a young janitor that came in the classroom to hand over to the students a written communication made by their school's principal.

Obviously, it was Vash the one who talked more between the two of them, but from time to time Berwald would answer something different to a "Yes" , "No" or "Mmh" with his quite strong Swedish accent.

As time went by, they continued to talk, unaware of the surprised looks that they received, and once school hours were over, they said bye to each other.

Berwald thought that maybe he had made a friend.

Hello, I'm Fulmileciu! I hope you liked this second chapter! And also, in the next update will finally appear Denmark :3 If there are any grammar errors, please tell me so I will try to correct them! Oh! And please Review!

See you soon! ^^"