Mathias/Denmark- 3rd year, first chair trumpet
Lukas/Norway- 3rd year, first chair oboe
Berwald/Sweden- 3rd year, first chair flute
Tino/Finland- 3rd year, first chair tuba
Emil/Iceland- 2nd year, snare and bass drum
Lovino/South Italy- 3rd year, 3rd chair French horn and student aid
Feliciano/North Italy- 2nd year, 2nd chair flute
Matthew/Canada- 2nd year, triangle and bells
Alfred/America- 2nd year, 2nd chair trumpet
Arthur/UK- 4th year, first chair trombone
Francis/France- 4th year, first chair French horn
Ivan/Russia- 3rd year, first chair Bari sax
Yao/China- 4th year, 2nd chair clarinet
Kiku/Japan- 2nd year, cymbals and marimba
Leon/Hong Kong- 2nd year, first chair bass clarinet
Mei/Taiwan- 2nd year, 2nd chair oboe
Im/South Korea- 2nd year, 2nd chair bassoon
Ludwig/Germany- 3rd year, first chair alto sax
Gilbert/Prussia- 4th year, last chair trombone
Roderich/Austria- 3rd year, keyboard and harp
Elizabeta/Hungary- 3rd year, 2nd chair euphonium
Feliks/Poland- 3rd year, 2nd chair French horn
Toris/Lithuania- 3rd year, first chair tenor sax
Raivis/Latvia- 2nd year, first chair piccolo
Eduard/Estonia- 3rd year, first chair euphonium
Antonio/Spain- 4th year, maracas and bongos
Natalya/Belarus- 2nd year, first chair contrabass clarinet
Lilli-/Liechtenstein 2nd year, first chair clarinet
Vasch/Switzerland- 3rd year, cowbell and break drum
Vladimir/Romania- 3rd year, first chair bassoon
Lars/Netherlands- 4th year, 2nd chair tuba
Bella/Belgium- 3rd year, first chair sopranino clarinet
Henri/Luxembourg- 2nd year, 1st chair alto clarinet
(All chair placements, instruments, and countries are not final, I will be periodically updating this and fixing any holes it might have. I probably won't even use all of the characters, but this is for reference, just in case. And yes, these are all real instruments, though some are rarely used in bands, like the harp and sopranino.)
A/N: So, there it is! The reference thingy! Without further ado, bring on the shenanigans!
Enjoy!
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"OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. WHY DO YOU ALL HAVE DIARRHEA OF THE MOUTH?! AND I THOUGHT THAT THESE EUROPEAN BASTARDS WOULD CALM YOU DOWN! FUCK YOU ALL!"
The usual bout of screaming brought forward the new class period, where, as usual, the members of the band were conversing rather boisterously.
The first row once again flinched, though their hearing already had been significantly lower than when they first heard the teen at the beginning of the semester, so it wasn't too hard on their ears. Berwald, though, who sat right smack dab in front of the fuming Italian, had rather good ears, and nearly became deaf because of Lovino.
He glared.
Lovino gulped.
The Swede gave him the finger.
Lovino nearly pissed his pants.
"D'n't do th't ag'n."
"Y-y-y-yes s-sir!" the Italian gave him a sloppy salute and made a beeline for the office, disappearing inside.
"OH MY FUCKIN' GOD, BERWALD, THAT WAS GREAT!" an explosion of noise erupted as the door was closed, led by the one and only Mathias Køhler, who was quite literally slapping his friend on the back repeatedly.
"Berwald, don't be disheartened! You aren't that scary!" Tino spoke up from behind the Dane, smiling shyly. "I think that you're really sweet!" The Finnish teen shuffled his feet, a rosy colour rising up his neck.
Berwald could feel himself heating up, but before he could mumble a thanks, Mathias, the cockblocker, interrupted. "Psh, Tino's just tryina lift your spirits, you're hella scary!"
The Swede glared fiercely at him, which the latter replied to only by blinking innocently and latching onto Lukas.
"Get off, you idiot." the Norwegian shoved him to the ground.
Berwald smirked.
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Emil, who was minding his own sweet business like a normal person in the back of the room with his beloved percussion instruments, was approached by an Asian kid.
"Whaddya want? No, I don't give out licorice."
He droned boredly, waving a hand in the 'shoo' gesture without looking up from his air sticking.
"Well, I, like, wanted to, like, see if you were okay. You looked, like, left out, you know? And anyways, I want to bang drums." the other replied.
Emil wasn't sure if he felt flattered or insulted. He went to his gut instinct and huffed. "Bang drums? Do you know how wrong that sounds? You do not diss my life like that. Drums are to be respected!"
"Okay, okay, jeez! Who knew you were so picky? God, and I thought you were the cute, silent type! Stupid Kiku and his stupid animes..." the boy's musings faded away into distant mumbles, and he turned to go back to his own section, in the front of the room.
"Wait-" Emil's face was now a faint pink at the compliment, and he furiously smacked his face with his hands to calm himself down. "I-I didn't get your name..."
"Oh. I'm Leon. Nice to meet you, Emil. Wanna hang at lunch or something?"
"Um, n-no, my brother would be absolutely furious. Maybe after school?"
"Kay, that works with me! See you then, cutie!"
The Icelandic male's face grew even rosier at the comment, and he mumbled a faint, "Buzz off, Asian," before returning to his practice.
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Finally, after a long intermission, Roma, their band teacher, came out of the office, followed by a grumpy as always Lovino.
"Wow, kid, you've got some strong glaring skills there!" he winked at Berwald, patting his grandson on the head. "Lovi here was scared out of his wits!"
"Shut the fuck up, old man."
"Aww, that's no way to treat your beloved grandfather..."
"I don't fucking love you, you embarrassing slacker."
"Yes you do~ Admit it!"
"Go the fuck away from me."
"Aw. Anyways!" The cheerful director clapped his hands, snapping to attention. "Turn to the your march, please! I need to hear everyone at measure twenty five! First trumpets and first altos, bring out your third note, and low brass, stay consistent!"
Band class officially started with those words, the students smoothly carrying out his instructions.
Lovino moped around in the back, near the percussion, where a particularly charming Spanish kid named Antonio tried to flirt whilst playing the bongos with secure palms. Needless to say, Roma wasn't happy, and Lovino was moved over to the French horn section to supervise.
After a lot of hassle, the march started sounding presentable, with beautiful trumpet trills and saxophone harmonies, and the others decorating it and supporting the song.
"Yes, yes, that's exactly it- LOVINO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
The quick-tempered student aid was grasping about Antonio's backside, his face a brilliant shade of red. Phones clicked as the crowd of students took photos.
"DON'T LOOK, YOU BASTARDS!" he screeched, groping about some more.
A fourth year named Francis looked very smug, catcalling and wolfwhistling enthusiastically. He had stolen one of Lovino's hairpins (Believe or not, he was very particular about his hair.) and strategically thrown it into he direction of Antonio. It had landed perfectly right behind the oblivious Spaniard, so the Italian had to get a face full of ass.
"ANTONIO, YOU TOMATO BASTARD, MOVE YOUR DELICIOUSLY HOT- I MEAN, HUGE FLABBY ASS OUT OF MY FACE!"
"I'M TRYING BUT I THINK I'M STUCK-"
"YOU'RE SO FAT-"
Lovino got a mouth full of Spanish ass. Antonio moaned and dropped to the ground, eyes rolled up with pleasure and pain, right on top of the hair clip.
The Italian was beet red, and socked Antonio in the face.
The band burst into frenzied laughter.
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"Pffft- that was so priceless!" Mathias exclaimed, bits of his packed æbleflæsk flying out of his mouth. He was reenacting the class's events, playing a pretty convincing Lovino and a turned on Antonio.
"I know, right? And when Lovino had to move Antonio out of the way, but they landed in a compromising position-" Tino added quickly.
"Roma was so pissed." Emil finalized, a round of laughter easing itself out of the Europeans.
"They're both probably scarred for life though," Lukas said, dully.
They all turned to the table that the two were sitting at. The two males were sleeping together, heads barely a centimetre apart.
"N't exactly."
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Æbleflæsk- a popular Danish dish made of pork and apples. It's really good~
And there it is! Yup, some couples are starting to show their faces!
Reviews would be accepted with open arms.
Tak and Best Wishes,
Wannabe-Danish-Cookie