Hey guys :) so this is chapter 2! I wanted to apologize for my bad orthography. English is my second language. And in this chapter, Francis says (well actually thinks) a French word. Connard means idiot or in this case, asshole. Also, in this story, Seychelles is named Michelle, Belgium's named Emma and Taiwan's named Mei :) enjoy chapter 2~!
Francis and Antonio were waiting in front of their principal's office for Gilbert. The albino had been in it for a good ten minutes and his two friends were getting impatient. Right then, the self-proclaimed Prussian got out wearing a slight frown. Antonio talked first:
"So what happened?"
"The old man is making me come to school Saturday to help with the freshman's parents reunion" the albino answered bitterly.
His two friends started to laugh at him.
"Haha! You loser!" The Spaniard chuckled.
Gilbert suddenly smirked and said: "I wouldn't laugh if I were you"
Antonio stopped laughing right away, getting a little nervous. Francis frowned.
"What did you do?" the Frenchman asked seriously.
"Well, I said to the asshole that you two were free and would love to help out too!" Gilbert said with satisfaction.
Francis angrily answered: "I am not free Saturday. I can't. How dared you? Go to him right now and tell him that I can't."
"And I'm free, but I don't want to!" The Spaniard whined.
"Well, I'm sorry my friends, but he wrote your names on his stupid little list. And he was looking so happy. You wouldn't want to break his little heart, would you?"
The Frenchman and the Spaniard were glaring at their white haired friend as he started to walk in front of them wearing his usual proud smile. Gilbert always did that. He decided everything for his friends and was always getting them in his schemes and problems. Francis was especially annoyed by it. Antonio, on the other hand, forgave easily and forgot really fast why he was mad in the first place.
"I'm supposed to spend the day with Michelle, Saturday!" Francis whined loudly.
"Your bitch can wait. Your best friend, on the other hand, can't."
The blond rolled his eyes at Gilbert's comment. "Connard."
Arrived at their locker, they saw Elizabeta, Michelle, Emma and Mei coming up to them. The Hungarian didn't look happy.
"What the hell was that?" She was addressing herself to the albino.
"What do you mean, sexy?"
"Stop calling me that. And I'm talking about lunch. What was that? It was completely immature and mean."
"Lizzie, I only wanted to inform the uncool people that they couldn't come to my awesome party Friday and it was the easiest way to do it."
Elizabeta scoffed. Gilbert could be so irrational sometimes. Well, all the time.
"Who gives you the authorization to decide who's cool or not? You were the one that was totally uncool to do such a thing."
The self-proclaimed Prussian laughed. "Gilbert Beilschmidt plus uncool in the same sentence is impossible"
The green-eyed girl frowned and just took off angrily, followed by Mei and Emma. The latter waved to Antonio before following her friends. The Spaniard waved back happily. He was completely oblivious about the huge crush that the Belgian had on him. Everyone knew about it, except for him.
"His she in her period or something?" Gilbert was referring to the angry Hungarian.
Michelle, who stayed to talk to her boyfriend, answered.
"No, Gilbert. She's just mad because she believes that you were a total jerk at lunch. Which is kind of true."
"He's always a jerk, anyway." The Frenchman answered, taking his girlfriend by the waist. He then kissed her in the neck as she giggled.
The albino did a disgust face at the cute couple in front of him. He loved girls and making out and having a good time with them, but he couldn't stand happy little gay couples, as he called them.
"Get a room!"
"Oh, shut up, Gil. Because of you, I can't even see mon amour Saturday."
Michelle's face changed from happy to hurt. "Our date is cancelled?"
Francis explained his friend's plan with anger in his voice. Michelle turned to the albino with a frown and her arms crossed.
"Oh, will you relax? I needed people with me or I would have killed myself with all the other nerds that are going to be there!"
They all rolled their eyes and left him standing alone.
"Did I do something?" He asked loudly, but got no answer as they were already gone to meet their 3rd period's class.
Arthur's third period was English, his favorite. The teacher asked them to write an essay about them and their future career. "It seems like every year teachers wants to know about us… I've been writing this kind of essay for more than 4 years now." Arthur thought annoyed. "But every year, my career choice is different." It was true. Arthur wanted to be a pirate when he was very young, but he learned really fast that it wasn't going to happen. Then, in his freshman year, he wanted to form a band and become famous. The year after, he wanted to be a politician and last year, he wanted to be a writer. Now, he didn't know anymore. It's funny how you can be so sure of what you want, until you truly have to make a decision. He looked around the class. Sadly for him, the bad touch trio was in his class. Antonio was starring out of the window in a daze, Gilbert was doodling on his desk and Francis was sending blow kisses to his girlfriend. Michelle was pretending to catch the kisses with her hands as if they were really floating in the air near her head. The Brit frowned at the couple. There was a reason why he hated Francis so much. Before high school, both were actually very good friends. They were even best friends. What got them apart was because of a beautiful girl, Francis' horniness and the two other retards that are hanging out with him now.
What happened occurred in the middle of their freshman year. Michelle, a new student from Seychelles, had just arrived in their school and Arthur immediately fell in love with her. He was talking day and night about her to Francis. One day, the Brit asked his friend to go talk to her for him. The Englishman had always been a direct person that would go to someone and impose his thoughts and ideas, but now it was different. Arthur was intimidated by Michelle's beauty. He didn't know how to talk to a girl so he asked his best friend, who was, on the other hand, excellent. The Frenchman agreed. Biggest mistake of their lives. Francis went to Michelle and asked if he could talk to her in private. The Seychellois was overwhelmed by Francis' beauty and charisma. She immediately developed a crush on him. The tall blonde's original idea was to talk about Arthur to her, but he also got seduced by the tanned girl's beauty. They chatted a little about whatever came to mind. The Frenchman went back to his English friend and informed him that he totally had his chance with Michelle, which was a lie. Arthur was very happy and thankful of his friend. It made Francis feel a little guilty, but he started to see the beautiful girl everyday in secret after school. Two weeks after, it was announced in the school that both were dating. The Brit's world turned around. He had been betrayed and lied to this whole time. By his best friend on top of that! They got in a huge fight and Arthur didn't want to talk to him anymore. Francis was hurt at first and feeling really bad for what he had done, but started to ignore the smaller blond too and got invited to hang out with the popular crowd by Antonio. Gilbert greeted him happily. And that's how they became the bad touch trio. Arthur was left alone. He met Alfred the year after, but the American had a lot of other friends so he wasn't always with the Brit. And he met Kiku only last year. The Japanese was new and Arthur showed him around the school. They chatted a bit and became friends. But since Kiku's also friends with Gilbert's younger brother and is almost always at the German's house, Arthur doesn't hang out much with his friend outside of the school.
While the Brit was still looking at the couple with anger in his eyes, he received a little piece of paper on the back of his head. He turned around annoyed and saw Elizabeta smiling at him. Confused, he took the folded paper that was now lying on the floor. He opened it and red:
"Hello guys! :D
Lizzie here to inform you that I'm also throwing a party at my place Friday!
Everybody is invited and you can bring as many people as you want. Inform your friends! They can be freshmans and sophomores too! I don't care. Be my guests.
P.S. Gilbert, YOU aren't invited though. :)
-Elizabeta Héderváry - 3"
Arthur chuckled while folding the paper like it was. That girl amused him a lot. He turned around to look at her again.
"Are you coming?" She mouthed.
"I can't" He lied. Parties weren't his favorite things to attend.
The Hungarian did a sad face and told him to pass the piece of paper at the person in front of him. He did and looked at the time. "Only 15 minutes left?" He looked at his paper. He only wrote his name and the date. "I can always pretend that I want to become a politician and take the same arguments that I gave two years ago…"
At Arthur's fifth sentence, someone in his class shouted:
"What the fuck?"
Arthur lifted up his head to look at who it was. It was Gilbert, standing with Elizabeta's piece of paper in his hand. The Brit decided to ignore him and continued to write his paper.
"Lizzie! It's my party! I called dibs on the date first!"
"Don't be immature, Gil. There's a difference with my party and yours: everyone is invited at mine." The Hungarian shouted back.
The albino was upset. That bitch was doing a party the same date.
"I wanted you to be at my party!" He whined.
"Poor baby!" She mocked him.
Arthur chuckled a bit. Elizabeta was the only one he actually appreciated in the popular crowd. She was nice with everyone, but could be a total bitch to Gilbert while being his friend. The self-proclaimed Prussian was about to say something when the teacher shut them up.
"Enough! I'm only asking you to write a small essay. You can talk about your parties after my class. And Mr. Beilschmidt, sit down please."
The albino sat down with a frown. He decided to shut up. He gave himself the challenge of going to the principal's office only once a day, not more. He was very angry with the Hungarian. No one dared disappointing Gilbert. He always got what he wanted and everyone had always complied to his demands. The albino's hobby was to win. He turned around his chair and started to stare intently at the Hungarian that was now writing her text. "That bitch!"
"Why must my brother always have to do stupid things like this? It's very embarrassing."
Ludwig was getting his things out of his locker to get to his fourth period. He was addressing himself to Kiku about what happened at lunch. Everyone talked about it anyways.
"Yes. I know how your brother can be, Ludwig-san, but you can't be mad at him. He is your older brother after all."
The German scoffed. Gilbert was the oldest, true, but acted and looked like the youngest.
People were shocked when they heard that Ludwig was the albino's younger brother. Even knowing that he was only starting his junior year was a shock to everyone. The blond looked so much older and was really mature and serious for his age.
"Anyways, I'm forced to stay home Friday night, since I promised him that I'll be at his stupid party." the German said annoyed. "But I can invite whoever I want and I thought about asking you."
Ludwig had many friends at the gym, but he thought they were all too crazy and loud to bring them in his house. He always appreciated calmness. That was probably why the Japanese young man was a good friend of him.
"I'm sorry, Ludwig-san. I wasn't lying to your brother when I said that I was busy this Friday. I have to help my parents with the store."
Kiku's parents owned a small store downtown that contained all sorts of Japanese products. The German nodded disappointed. He was going to be alone with all of Gilbert's retarded friends. Seeing the disappointment in his friend's eyes, Kiku added:
"But I know someone that you will probably appreciate the company. He's a very nice young man and I'm sure you will like him. I met him last week in my painting classes. I was supposed to show him around the town Friday afternoon, since he just moved from Italy, but like I said, I can't. It would be nice for you to do it for me. And after, you could introduce him to people at the party."
"Sure. I can do that", Ludwig trusted his Japanese friend. If he said he would like the young man he was talking about, he was probably right.
"Great! I will inform him tonight at our class. We should arrange something Thursday afternoon all the three of us. This way, you could meet him before Friday", said the Japanese with a smile.
"That's an excellent idea", answered the German, returning his friend's smile.
Then, Kiku bowed at Ludwig before going to his own locker to retrieve his things for his fourth period. The German gave him a little wave of the hand and started to walk to his class.
"Come on, Feliks! We'll be late for history class. I don't want to be late on the first day!"
"Oh my god, Liet! Isn't it, like, totally awesome that we're almost in all the same classes!" The Polish boy asked excited, ignoring his best friend's worries about getting late.
He affectionately called Toris 'Liet', since Lithuania in Lithuanian was Lietuva. He thought of that one alone and was really proud of it. Seriously, it didn't take a genius to think of that one. That's what Toris thought about it, but decided to let his best friend believe that he was actually very smart to have made up a cool nickname like that. Toris was getting Feliks' stuff from his locker to make it faster.
"Yeah, it's totally awesome… But we're going to be late. Can you hurry up?" He asked while putting Feliks' pencil case in his friend's hands.
"God, Liet! Like, relax!" said the blonde while brandishing his purple pencil case in Toris' face, showing him he got the situation under control.
Toris made an exasperated noise. He could never win against his best friend. Right then, they both saw Elizabeta coming up to them with a big smile.
"Hey guys!" The Hungarian obviously wanted to ask them something.
"Oh my god! Lizzie! It's been so long!" shouted Feliks while giving her a big hug.
"I know right? I forgot to call you this summer. I'm so sorry", said the girl guiltily, returning the hug.
"It's, like, totally fine, dear!" Feliks answered with a big grin.
"Only 3 minutes left…I'm going to be late for sure…" The Lithuanian thought worriedly while looking at his watch.
"Anyways! I'm here to invite you guys at my party this Friday!"
Both boys looked at her confused.
"Your friend isn't already doing a party this Friday?" asked Toris.
"That jerk was totally uncool at lunch. And I'm sorry for what he told you Feliks. It was really mean."
"It's alright! He's, like, totally retarded anyways, so I don't care", he said with a grin.
"So, you're doing a party at the same date? Why?" the Lithuanian was still confused.
"To piss him off, of course! So are you guys coming?"
"Of course! Liet's going to be there too!" answered Feliks happily.
Toris was about to protest, but the Hungarian left shouting:
"Awesome! I can't wait to see you guys there!"
Toris turned to his friend with his arms crossed. Feliks knew that he didn't feel comfortable about going to parties. The blond closed back his locker and took the rest of his stuff from Toris' hands. He started to walk to their class.
"Are you coming, Liet? We're going to be late!"
The Lithuanian got slightly annoyed. His friend always ignored what he had to say, but he was used to it, so he just gave up and followed Feliks.
Ludwig's fourth period was math. The teacher was explaining to the students what they will study this year. The German was listening attentively, until he got distracted by someone humming next to him. He tried to ignore it at first, but his patience ran short quickly. He turned annoyed to his right. There was a small brunette boy humming happily while drawing a picture on his math book. Ludwig looked at the boy's drawing. It was very beautiful. "I wish I could draw like this. I suck." He thought. He then looked back up at the brunette. He had a strange curl of hair sticking out from the side of his head. "How strange." Then, he reminded himself why he turned to his right in the first place. The boy was still humming.
"Would you please stop humming?" he asked harshly.
The small boy stopped all of what he was doing and looked at Ludwig's serious face with large brown eyes. He then looked at the German from head to toe and suddenly tensed up. He appeared frightened. He only nodded slowly and started to stare in front, pretending to listen to the teacher. Ludwig got an annoyed expression. Like almost everybody else, he probably intimidated this boy. The German sometimes wished he had another appearance. He decided to take a kinder tone of voice.
"You know, I just asked for you to stop humming, because it was disturbing me when I was trying to listen. You can continue your drawing. It's… very beautiful." He said the last sentence very uneasily.
The brunette's mouth suddenly curled upward and he turned his head to look at Ludwig again.
"You really think so?" He shouted happily in the whole class.
The blond cringed. The whole class and the teacher were looking in their direction. Ludwig couldn't believe the small boy next to him. Did he actually shout in the whole class? Wasn't he even aware that everyone was staring at him now? Apparently not, since the brunette still waited for Ludwig's answer.
"Is there a problem…? Felissiano is it?" the teacher asked.
"It's Feli-chi-ano. Feliciano! And no, ma'am! There's no problem", said the bubbly brunette.
The teacher apologized for his name mispronunciation and continued her class. "Feliciano? He must be Italian or something." Ludwig thought. He was starring at the strange boy. He already annoyed him, but somehow, he also fascinated him. His curl, his accent, his voice, his artistic talent, his name, his bursting out of just now. He was used to weird people. He looked in front to where Feliks was sitting. He was drawing something on Toris' arm with a pink highlighter. The latter didn't seem to approve. This was an example of weird to Ludwig. He looked back at Feliciano and he saw that he was also starring at him. The Italian smiled.
"So you really think my drawing is pretty?" he asked in a calmer tone of voice.
The blond blushed. "Why the fuck am I blushing?"
"Uh…Yeah."
The brunette flashed a big grin to the German. "Grazie!"
"Grazie?"
"It's thanks in Italian!"
"Oh…Bitte schön, then."
The Italian looked at him confused.
"It's your welcome in German…"
"Oh! You're German? That's why you look so scary!" he exclaimed in a comprehending voice.
Ludwig frowned. That guy was unbelievably annoying. The blond turned his head to the front to ignore Feliciano and continue to listen to the teacher. The Italian talked again.
"What's your name?"
"Ludwig." He quickly answered while trying to make out what was saying the teacher.
"Ludwig? What a weird name!"
The German turned his head back to look at the brunette in disbelief. At first, this guy was about to pee his pants when he saw Ludwig, but now he was making friendly conversation and being insulting. No one ever dared to do that, but strangely, the brunette seemed oblivious to the insult he had just told him. He made it seemed like it wasn't an insult, but a statement. Ludwig decided to keep his cool.
"Feliciano is also a pretty weird name, just so you know", he said calmly.
"Feliciano isn't weird! It's a pretty common name in Italy and is derived from the word 'Felice' which means 'happy'!" the Italian explained proudly.
"Happy? Even happy doesn't describe this guy…" the German thought. "Ludwig was the first name of Beethoven and it means 'famous fighter'", he answered with a smirk.
Feliciano had his eyes closed and looked deeply in thought for a moment and then asked:
"Beethoven is the dog, right?"
Ludwig face palmed. "What? Is this guy that stupid?"
"You're kidding right? Beethoven… the music composer. It's as if I ask you if Michelangelo is one of the ninja turtles…"
"Michelangelo! He's not a ninja or a turtle! He's an Italian painter. He painted the Sistine chapel!" The brunette explained.
"No… I know who's Mich- You know what? Never mind…" The German was exasperated.
"Okay!" the Italian answered happily and went back to his drawing.
The blond did a note to himself to sit somewhere else for next class. He started to listen to his teacher again, but he didn't stop looking from time to time beside him for the rest of the class. "This is going to be an interesting year…"
"Fuck yeah! First day of school done!"
The bad touch trio was getting out of the school to the parking lot.
"Yeah, first day and you still managed to go in the old man's office." Antonio chuckled.
"Is it really surprising?" asked Francis with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, what do you want? Everyone needs to see me at least once a day. Even the old man!" Gilbert answered proudly.
His friends shared a look and just laughed. Gilbert was so full of himself. The trio got the albino's car. The self-proclaimed Prussian stared at Antonio's and said:
"Your thing is affecting my car's awesomeness."
Antonio just frowned to Gilbert and looked at his car. His friend was right. His car was indeed pretty ugly, but he didn't mind, at least he had a car and that was all that matters. Right then, his white-haired friend screamed something.
"Seriously, Kirkland? The bus?"
Antonio looked to where his two other friends were looking at. Arthur was walking to the buses' parking lot with Peter following him.
"I mean are you that poor that you can't even afford a car? Even Tonio has one!"
The Spaniard glared at Gilbert for that last comment. Francis didn't say anything. He knew very well that Arthur was as wealthy as he was, but it was a secret to the others. He promised the Brit to keep his secret safe, since the day they met. Arthur didn't want people to his feet, just because of the money his family owned. The Frenchman respected that. He decided to keep his promise. He betrayed his former friend only once and that was the cause of their separation.
"Just ignore those gits and keep walking", told the Brit to his little brother.
Peter looked confused. Those guys didn't know that they were rich? Arthur wasn't friends with Francis anymore? He had noticed that the Frenchman didn't come to their house as often, but he thought that they were maybe still hanging out with each other at school. He looked at his older brother for answers, but clearly, Arthur wasn't in the mood, so he decided to let it go for the moment.
"And who's that next to you? Your new friend?"
"Alright, Gilbert, let it go", Francis said, "He's clearly not listening to you."
"No! I'm his little brother, Peter! Hello!"
Arthur face palmed. "I say ignore them and you, you introduce yourself."
Gilbert chuckled. "Hello there, little brother, Peter! I see you're a lot more awesome than M. Perfect next to you."
"Thanks!" Peter shouted happily.
"Come on, wanker." Arthur said angrily while taking his brother by the arm. "The buses are about to leave." He dragged Peter to their direction.
"Tschüss, little Peter!" Gilbert waved. He knew that talking to his younger brother was ticking off the Brit.
"Goodbye!" Peter could say before being pushed in the bus by Arthur.
The trio starred for a moment until Gilbert broke the silence again.
"Interesting copy of big brows."
"Yes. He looks a lot like Arthur physically, but his personality is quite different. They really don't get along." Francis stated.
"Oh yeah, you know the freak's family."
"Yeah, our parents work together…"
Antonio cutted off their little conversation: "Hey what are we waiting for, anyways?"
"Ludwig. He's slow tonight, it's not like him", Gilbert said with worry in his voice.
His brain started to make all sorts of stories imaginable. He loved his brother so much and tried to protect him all the time, but it was usually the opposite that happened. He kind of hated the fact that his brother was a lot taller and larger than he was. He wanted to be a kick ass big brother to Ludwig, but he usually failed. He hated failing. He wanted to be the best in everything.
Just then, the guys spotted Elizabeta. She was coming up to them.
"Lizzie! Did you see my baby bro?"
"Uh yeah. He told me that he was taking the bus. He said that he didn't like your driving" She, along with the albino's two other friends, laughed at that last sentence. Gilbert just glared. He didn't believe Elizabeta. Ludwig would have never said something like that about him. Right?
"Well then, get in Francis. We're leaving. See ya tomorrow Toni!"
"Wait. You're going to let the lady walk?" Francis asked in disbelief.
"Well the bitch started it."
The Hungarian rolled her eyes. "You're so immature, Gilbert. It's unbelievable."
Gilbert ignored her comment and got in his car.
"Oh, I know! Get in my car, Lizzie!" Antonio shouted happily as if he had just come up with the most brilliant idea.
"You're going to let the lady jump in this thing?" Gilbert asked in a fake disbelief voice with a very bad French accent.
His three friends just rolled their eyes and all jumped in the Spaniard's car. Antonio started the engine and left the parking lot.
"It's the second time you guys do this to me today! Can't I joke anymore?" He shouted to the car.
That owned him looks from other students passing by. He just angrily got in his car while swearing in German. It seemed like more they were getting older, more his friends didn't know how to have fun anymore. He started the engine and left for his home.
"Like, today was a total boredom!"
Feliks and Toris were in bus getting home. Toris nodded.
"Well, it's school, Feliks. What did you expect?"
"You're right, Liet! You're like, so smart."
"Uh… thanks?"
"Oh! And I'm so excited for Friday! You're going to help me chose my clothes, right?"
Sometimes, Toris couldn't believe his friend was a guy. Feliks acted so much like a girl. Also, it didn't help the fact that his blond friend was also attracted by males. To the Lithuanian, Feliks was just a girl with a penis and missing boobs. That's why he never really understood how his best friend's brain worked. He didn't understood female brains.
"Um… yeah, but you're so much more stylish than I am. How can I help you?"
"You're so right! I am like, totally stylish!" said the flamboyant blond.
"But, Feliks. I don't really want to go to the party Friday…"
The small blond quickly turned his head to look at his friend. His perfectly straight hair following his move. He wore a disbelief look on his face.
"Why? We're going to have, like, so much fun! And you can't let me go there by myself! What if there are strangers? You have to stay with me!" He shouted while pulling on Toris' arm.
It was weird how Feliks worked. He was a very friendly and flamboyant person, true, but only with people he was close to. When there were strangers, he was the shyest person you could ever meet. He needed Toris every new place he went. Especially shopping in new clothes stores or malls. He couldn't ask the sellers he didn't know to help him by himself. That's why he was the best costumer in their local mall, but when there were new sellers, he would just run out of the store to call Toris up so he could come and help him out. This didn't always please Toris, but he still helped out his friend every single time.
"I know you can't go by yourself… but I don't want to go at all. You know how I get in parties?"
"Well if you stay with me, I'll stay with you! Like that, I'll be there to calm you down if there are too many people and you'll be there to protect me from strangers! Am I not like, totally smart?"
Toris knew he couldn't win. He never won anyways.
"Okay, fine, I'll go." Feliks' face brightened when Toris said that.
"But, I'm leaving at ten. That's the deal."
"Awww! Ten? So totally boring!" the blond whined.
"It's the deal. Please, Feliks, respect it."
The smaller boy was thinking deeply. Ten was too early for him.
"Eleven."
"Ten thirty." Toris was serious this time. He didn't want to stay too late.
"Ugh... fine!" Feliks finally gave in. That highly surprised his best friend. The brunette actually got taken aback.
"Really?" He asked shocked.
"Yeah, sure, what ever." The Polish boy answered annoyed.
Toris saw that it annoyed him, so he decided to change subject, secretly celebrating his victory in his head.
"So what color are you going to wear tomorrow?" Feliks wore a different shirt color every day.
Right when Feliks was about to answer, they realized they were arrived at their bus stop. The blond got out right away. Toris followed him. The smaller boy hugged his best friend and took the direction for his house.
"I'm going to wear blue! See you tomorrow Liet!"
Toris just waved at his friend and took the opposite direction to his house. "Can't wait for the party, he thought sarcastically.