Tasmania couldn't shake the feeling. Someone was almost definitely following her. She is good at sensing these things, after the years of torment and teasing it was easy for her to know NOT to walk under the door because something WILL fall on her head, or that not to open her locker after 3:05pm because something most likely will explode in it. This was one of those feelings.

'Oh, god' she thought. 'Someone better not be fucking with me.'

'SURPRISE!' *SLAP!* yes, Tasmania' s not the kind of girl that screams at scary things, she's learnt that the best way to stop someone hurting you, is to slap them really hard. But, anyway, the idiot douchebag who did jump out at her was none other than her idiot douchebag boyfriend, Prussia.

'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!' he said, clearly trying to hold back some tears. Tasmania just rolled her eyes, grabbed him, and pressed her lips to his. I know its Prussia but Jesus Christ, poor thing. He looked so in pain, aroused and flustered all at the same time. Tasmania eventually let go and carried on walking. This situation actually reminded her of the time her and Prussia met.

*flashback*

In my last fan-fic 'no more pride' it ended with Pooka kind of, rolling around the floor. Anyway just after that Prussia walked in with his 'entourage' saw pooka, picked him up, and started bouncing him around like a basketball. Then Tasmania came over and grabbed pooka, who was still in Prussia's hands, then he looked at her and let go of him. Then she just slapped him, and walked away. And not shore what the hell was going through her mind at that time, but Prussia's face! It's basically like it is now, with all the same emotions.

Prussia is a bitch but the reason she dates him is basically; aggression, looks, fear and jerky-ness*.

Aggression because: she doesn't want someone who will be all mushy and lovey-dovey.

Looks: he may be an asshole, but seriously! He's gorgeous!

Fear: not her being afraid of him, basically the other way around. She wants to keep him in-line. (Which actually kind of turns him on)

Jerky-ness*: he is really douche (doush-ee) which is what she kind of likes. I guess.

*flash-forward*

So trying not to confuse you too much, in the next chapter we will be back to just after the pooka-basketball incident. This is about 1-2 years after that, and I have a lot to fill in the middle ;-)