Okay~ I forgot to do it in the first chapter so I'll do it now~ Hetalia does not belong to me, trust me, if it did, people would know~

Lovino – Just get on with it already

Me – Quite Mr. Grump Gills before I turn this into a Spamano story~

Lovino – Ha! You wouldn't cause you don't like yaoi!

Me – But a very good friend of mine does~ And she's all too aware of what's going on in this story~

Lovino - ...You wouldn't dare...

Me – Try me~

Lovino - ...Hmph, fine. I'll be good.

Me – Good Italian~ Feli~ Will you give the message please~?

Feliciano – Veh~! Sure, Chey-chan~! Please rate and review otherwise Russia will come and become one with you in your sleep~!

Me and Lovino - …He's too cheerful to say that line and it not sound creepy...

We got to where the others were and received a glare from Germania. I sighed, raking my fingers through my hair, careful to avoid the curl near my left ear. Dorithy gave a sheepish smile at him, rubbing the back of her head.

"You're late."

"Yeah, sorry." I muttered. "Its my fault, I held her back." I said and she gave me a swift glare for taking the blame. He nodded.

"Dorithy, get in line." She looked ready to protest but I shoved her forward. She puffed her cheeks out, not happy, but went over and stood next to her boyfriend, Ludwig. Germania then looked at me. "Andra, seven laps in five minutes."

"Bite me." I mumbled softly so he couldn't hear it as I hurried over to the track to start my laps. In covering for Dorithy and getting chewed out, I hadn't noticed the Italian brothers in the line up, having Gym the same period as I did.

'She did it again.' Feliciano thought to himself.

As I ran I pulled out my iPod from the pockets of my cargo shorts, since I refused to wear booty shorts like the rest of the girls in class, save for Dorithy and Elizabeta who wore mid thigh length shorts and didn't dress like sluts for the boys. I put the ear buds in and let the music flow through me as I ran, pretending I was back in my home country, running through the forest like when I younger, back when I was happier. In the end I barely made the time limit, coming in at four minutes and fifty-five seconds. Once I was done with that Germania allowed me to go play volleyball with the others.

"Yo, Andra!" Alfred called from the boys' side. "Come be on our team!"

"You git, it's boys vs. girls!"

"Yeah but the girls out number us since Kiku won't play! Besides, with Andra on our time we'll definitely win!" He argued. Let's just say I was known for my volleyball skills.

"It's not fair to the girls."

"Please," Vicki said, smirking. "Like we care, we wouldn't want her on our team anyways. It's obvious she's more male than female anyways." She said and there was a moment of silence.

"Whoa, harsh." I heard Alfred whisper. I didn't say anything, instead I walked up to Alfred and held my hand out, silently asking for the volleyball. "You sure you want to do this? You're just proving her right." He said quietly so the others couldn't hear.

"I could care less about what that pain in the a** says," I replied in a normal tone.

"What did you call me?" She screeched.

"I'm just hear to own at volleyball." I finished as if she hadn't spoken.

Alfred grinned at me and handed me the ball. I looked at which boys were playing at the moment, Alfred, Arthur, Ludwig, and Lovino. The others were sitting on the sidelines. On the girls' team was Vicki, Taiwan girl, Dorithy, Elizabeta, and Lily the sweet girl from Lichtenstein. Ludwig smiled at me as I walked by and I smirked at him, punching in the shoulder a bit.

"Hey West," I greeted and he sighed.

I've known Ludwig for awhile, since I met his brother first and we hung out all the time. Since I hung out with Gilbert so much I've come to call Ludwig West, Gilbert's nickname for him. Ludwig wasn't all that fond of it, but put up with it since it made Gilbert and I happy.

"Guten tag, Andra." He replied.

"Ready to win?" He smirked at me.

"Always."

I got into position, and still had yet to fully notice that Feliciano was sitting on the side lines watching, and I tossed the ball up in the air. As it came down I set it to the other side. Dorithy quickly dove forward and returned it. Alfred's knees ate pavement as he rock star slid forward to hit it back and I winced that had to hurt.

"You okay, dude?" I asked, keeping an eye on the ball as Taiwan tried to spike it back. She just barely got it over the net and Arthur easily sent it back.

"Yeah, I'm the hero. I'm fine … ow …" He replied with a wince but a smile and I returned the smile.

Elizabeta was stronger than I released as she hit the ball back, and it came right towards me, in the perfect arc for me to spike it back and gain a point. I took the opportunity. Leaping up into the air, quite gracefully surprisingly, I spiked it back as hard as I could. I slapped the ground and when it bounced back up, slapped Taiwan's boobs.

She yelped as me and the others, mainly the guys, laughed. Alfred and I used each other as support we were laughing so hard. Suddenly Alfred was shoved off me and my head snapped to the side, the sound of the slap echoing throughout the court. My cheek stung but I ignored it as I slowly turned my head back to stare at her. She shrank back ever so slightly at the gleam in my eyes but didn't fully back down.

"Hey!" Dorithy yelled, coming forward. Without looking at her I held up my hand, stopping her. This was my fight to handle.

"How dare you," She hissed at me.

"What? Your boob job going to come undone?" I replied, straight faced and apathetic. "Its a game, get used to it. Not everything is going to go your way, princess." I informed her.

"You purposely hit my boobs!"

"The ball bounced, you were in its path, how is that my fault?"

"Alright, break it up." Germania said coming over. "Mei," So that's her name. "your conduct is out of line. Go do laps."

"Bu-but!"

He glared and she huffed before stomping over towards the track. Germania looked at me and I swear if I got in trouble for this I was filing a law-suit. So I was surprised when he gave me the faintest of smiles.

"Well done, for controlling your delinquent ways."

Now it was my turn to glare. Those days were behind me, did he really have to bring it up again?

"Uncle..." Ludwig said quietly, just so me and his uncle could hear. Germania looked at him and saw the warning in Ludwig's eyes.

"Well, continue your game." Germania said before walking away.

I handed the ball to Ludwig and walked off in the opposite direction without a word. I had to blow off this steam before I snapped. Going back inside the gym building, since the track, basketball and volleyball courts were outside. I walked up to the punching bag, balled my fist, brought it back, and then punched it as hard as I could, letting out a yell of anger as I did so. I repeated this process for about ten minutes before I realized tears were sliding down my face. Now aggravated with this fact I began both punching and kicking the bag, letting out everything. Dang it, only second period and already this day sucked.

I soon lost my energy, mainly from crying, and simply slumped against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. Bringing my knees up to my chest I put my arms on them and my head on top of them, just letting myself sit there. I wasn't usually one to cry easily, heck its been two years since I've cried, but since my economy's been doing so poorly lately and I've had all this crap happening at school, I was simply at my limit.

"Hey, fratello," Lovino said, getting Feliciano's attention. The younger twin looked up from his lap, meeting his brother's concerned gaze, though the concern was masked by fake annoyance. "What's up, its your turn to play."

"Veh," He began sounding somewhat depressed but smiling at his brother nonetheless. "Sorry, Lovino, I was just thinking." Lovino stared at him silently for a second before shoving the volleyball into another guy's hands (Vash's) and grabbing Feliciano's arm, pulling him to his feet and walking off. "Veh? Fratello what're you-"

"You're worried about that signora, si?" Lovino interrupted, not looking at him as he continued to pull him towards the gym. Feliciano blinked, surprised, but then he should have guess Lovino would know what he was thinking about, they were twins after all, and though it didn't seem like it at times, were really close.

"...Veh, si." He replied and Lovino stopped, turning to face his younger brother.

"Well then," He proceeded to push Feliciano towards the building. "Go talk to her."

"Eh? B-but she didn't look like she wanted anyone to talk to her when she walked off! Even her friends said to let her be!" Feliciano protested. Lovino huffed and stopped pushing his brother.

"Fine! Then don't talk to her, idiota." He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest, irritated. Just then Germania blew the whistle, signaling for everyone to head to the locker rooms to clean up and change for next period. Everyone hurried over, and Feliciano lost his chance.

I lifted my head up, faintly hearing the whistle. Sighing tiredly I quickly wiped away the tears and raced for the locker room. I stripped and by the time the others got in here I was already clean and dressed, waiting in the main room of the gym on one of the weight machines, ear buds in and looking through my iPod playlists. I finally decided on the song 'We're All to Blame' and looked up to see Kiku walking over to me. I pulled an ear bud out, the hard rock music could be heard just from that. What? So I didn't care too much about my hearing, big deal. I liked my music loud, its not like I was the only teenager that did.

"Konnichiwa, Andra-chan," He greeted and I couldn't help but smile a bit at him. Kiku really was a good friend, he was polite and kind, and was a good listener. He always tried to help me with my problems when I would let him.

"Hei," I replied. "What's up doc?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small container, he handed it to me. I took it and stared at it for a second before looking back up at him, my expression blank. He smiled a bit, amused at my expression, I almost looked innocent, if only my eyes didn't say otherwise.

"It's ointment, for the wound on your back."

"How'd you..." I fell silent, figuring Dorithy told him about it. "Well, thanks, I appreciate it, Kiku." I said and he nodded.

He went back to talk to Ludwig and the bell rang. Getting to my feet I walked out and headed back to the student lounge, since me and the Bad Touch Trio pretty much made it a rule between the four of us that we would always meet there in between classes. When I got there I saw Gilbert asleep on the couch and shook my head, smiling in amusement. He must have skipped Home Ec. again.

Going over to the soda machine I put in the needed money and got myself a Mountain Dew, a Dr. Pepper for Gilbert, a Orange Fanta for Antonio, and a Diet Coke for Francis. Drinks in hand I went back to the couch and sat down on Gilbert's stomach. He winced a bit and groaned in protest.

"Oi, I'm not that fat." I said and his eyes opened. He looked at me and grinned, putting his hands on my hips.

"You're right, fraulein. You're sexy." He replied and I smirked.

"Here," I said, handing him the soda. "For a quick save on your part."

"Dank!" He replied cheerfully as Antonio and Francis walked in.

I called out a simple 'Heads up' and that was all the warning they got before soda bottles came flying at them. Luckily for them they had good reflexes and caught them before they hit them in the face. Antonio leaned on the couch, elbows resting on the top, and kissed my cheek in greeting as usual before pulling away and looking at me intently.

"Amiga, you've been crying." He said and I swore in my head.

"What?" Gilbert and Francis said in unison.

"This just isn't your day is it, belle?" Francis asked me after I finished telling them what happened, omitting the bit where I cried like a sissy. They could guess at that part anyways. Francis and Antonio had me in a hug and Gilbert looked pissed.

"Why I outta teach that hündin a lesson!" He growled. I've hung out around Gilbert enough to know what that word meant.

"Don't bother," I said and they looked at me. "She's not worth it, and besides, having you fight my battles for me only makes me look like a wimp in her eyes. I appreciate the thought, Gilbert," I grinned. "But seriously, I'm fine."

"No you're not." The three of them pointed out and the bell rang again.

"Yeah, fine, I'm not. But I'm not gonna whine and complain to you guys anymore," I said as we walked out and headed down the hall since they actually had class with me. The four of us were in Chorus together, since that was an elective and had mixed grades in it.

"But mon ami, that's what friends are for." Francis objected, arm around my waist. "You always listen when we complain,"

"Yeah, like when I'm b*tchin' about my hangover." Gilbert agreed, walking beside Antonio who had his arm around my shoulders.

"Which you so deserve for drinking at your age," I quipped with a grin.

"Uh-oh, Gilbert, lecture from Andy." Antonio piped up, grinning as well as he chuckled. I poked him in the side, making him yelp a bit, since he was ticklish.

"Callate." I said and he gasped in both mock horror and in glee.

"You spoke in Spainsh~" He said, happy even though I had told him to shut up.

I smirked as we walked into class, just seconds before the bell rang. Our unusually handsome Arts teacher, Rome, smiled at us. Yes, I did say Rome, like city and former empire. He was from Italy as well, and now that I looked at him, I realized he vaguely resembled our new students. Rome taught not only Chorus, but Drama, Art, and was in charge of Glee Club.

"Ah, just in time you four," He said cheerfully.

Rome was the coolest teacher at this school, something all the students agreed on. He was so cheerful and chill, he got along well with the students. Though he was known to be a ladies man outside of school, it didn't seem to bother anyone.

"Hey Rome," I greeted with a smile. Yup, no Mr. Rome, he didn't like to be called that, said it made him feel old. He just wanted to be called Rome.

"Hello Andy," He replied. Rome and the Bad Touch Trio were the only ones I still allowed to call me by my nickname, the name I used when I was still a delinquent because Andra was too feminine for me. "Gilbert, Antonio, Francis. Are you four ready for your group's performance today?"

That's right, performance. A week ago, Rome decided he wanted to have a battle of the performers. He had everyone get into a group of either three or four, so immediately me and the Bad Touch Trio got together. He told us we had to form a set list of three songs, our choice, either remix them or cover them, and perform them in front of the class. We had a few groups in our third period.

Dorithy, Ludwig, Kiku, and Arthur formed a group. Elizabeta, Roderich, Vash, and Lizzy formed a group. Feliks our Polish cross dressing gangster, Toris our Lithuania sweet heart, Alfred, and Matthew, our Canadian cutie who was also Alfred's cousin, formed another group. The B*tch Quartet, a.k.a. Mei, Belgium girl, Vicki, and North Korea girl were a group. Yao, our Chinese student who loved all things cute, Ivan, and Imm Yong Soo, formed the last group.

As I looked at the students, I was surprised to see Feliciano and Lovino sitting there too in the front row. Feliciano was sitting in between Ludwig and Lovino and smiled a bit at me when our eyes happen to meet. I returned it faintly before looking back at Rome.

"Of course we're ready!" Gilbert said. "We wouldn't be awesome if we weren't!" He said.

"Okay!" Rome sat down beside Lovino. "The floor is yours."

Gilbert went over to the laptop, where everyone's songs were located. Knowing the B*tch Quartet would try to sabotage us, simply because they don't like me, we hid our folder that had our songs in it and put a fake one up. I stood behind him so I could tell him what song to choose first. I silently pointed to it.

"This should be good." Mei said sarcastically, and her lackeys snickered.

"Girls..." Rome said in a faint warning tone. One thing he absolutely did not tolerate was students making fun of another student's performance, seeing everyone as talented (even if they truly weren't). She shut her mouth but pouted.

The music filled the room and at first it sounded like Kiesha's song Tik Tok, but it was really the parody version we were going to perform. Now I know the parody has the F-bomb in it quite a few times but we would dub it over with the word 'flippin.' Gilbert would be starting the song off.

"Wake up in the morning feeling like Whine Howard. Got my breezer I'm out the door I'm gonna be really loud. Cause I don't care who I piss off yeah I'm a real big sinner. Sometimes I eat my dessert before my dinner..."

"Odd socks on my toes," Antonio took over. "Takin' off all my clothes. Feeling over exposed so I put back on all my clothes (put my clothes right back on – Me)."

"Flush before I wee-wee. Get arrested and lee-lee," France sang. He came towards me, pretending to be holding binoculars. "Get a peek at some titties." I acted like I slapped him and began my part.

"I'm mad, really bad. But don't tell my mom and dad. Pucker up, kiss my butt," Gilbert and France slapped my butt as I turned around. "Cause I'm bloddy flippin' nuts. Hear the bass, skinny waist, now caught me poker face. Like, whoa-wa-oh-oh~ Whoa-wa-oh~"

"I'm mad, really bad." We all sang together. "But don't tell my mom and dad. Pucker up, kiss a nun cause it sucks to be a slut. Hear the bass, skinny waist, now caught me poker face. Like whoa-wa-oh-oh~ Whoa-wa-oh~"

"I hang out til eleven when me curfew is ten." I sang.

"Good sweet pea sleep well." Francis said.

"Shut up mom, I'm on MSN!" I yelled.

"Now the girls are lining up cause we awesome sailin'." Gilbert said. "But we punch in the mouth if they're not Sarah Palin. Talkin 'bout doin' things we'll regret (gret). Menthol cigarette (rette)."

"Pop locks in his bed." Francis said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Antonio protested.

"Text, text on my Samsung. Not tellin dad, mom rung (rung)."

"Have sex with Alexa Chung," Gilbert said, walking over to Yao and slinging his arm around the poor boy's shoulders. "By tellin her I'm well hung." We all stared at him, Yao mainly disturbed. "I-I'm quite well hung."

"I'm mad, really bad. But don't tell my mom and dad. Pucker up, kiss my butt." Repeat butt slap. "Cause I'm bloody flippin' nuts. Hear the bass, skinny waist, now caught me poker face. Like whoa-wa-oh-oh~ whoa-wa-oh~"

"I'm mad, really bad. But don't tell my mom and dad. Pucker up, kiss a nun cause it sucks to be a slut. Hear the bass, skinny waist, now caught me poker face. Like whoa-wa-oh-oh~ Whoa-wa-oh~" We all sang together.

"This is the part where the rap breaks down." Antonio said.

"This is the part where the drums go, pow!" I continued.

"This is the part where your balls suck down." Said Francis.

"This is the part where your pants turn brown." Gilbert finished.

"This is the part where your dad goes off on a cold Christmas eve to buy some more milk," Francis continued over dramatically. "But he never comes back and seventeen years later you find out he's started a whole freaking family with some Spanish chick" Gilbert and Antonio walked across, arms linked together. "And he doesn't even know your flipping name anymore!"

"Shut the frick up!" I said, pretending to slap him twice in time to the slaps on the song.

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm mad, really bad. But don't tell my mom and dad. Pucker up, kiss my butt cause I'm bloody flippin' nuts. Hear the bass, skinny waist, now caught me poker face. Like whoa-wa-oh-oh~ Whoa-wa-oh~"

"I'm mad, really bad. But don't tell my mom and dad. Pucker up, kiss a nun cause it sucks to be a slut. Hear the bass, skinny waist, now caught me poker face. Like whoa-wa-oh-oh~ Whoa-wa-oh-oh~"

"Just dance~" I sang.

"Bad romance~" Gilbert added.

"Now caught me poker face." Francis continued.

"Like, whoa-wa-oh-oh~ Whoa-wa-oh-oh~" Antonio finished

We finished and Alfred, Feliks, Arthur, Dorithy, Elizabeta, Ivan, and Imm Yong Soo were the first ones to immediately clap. Soon after they did the others, minus the B.Q. started clapping as well. I grinned a bit and saw Rome shaking his head, amused. He stood and everyone slowly quieted down.

"That was quite the interesting song choice, a brave one for your first song." He observed.

"Yeah, well, we thought it described teen life pretty well and it's funny if you have that twisted sense of humor like us." I replied with a shrug. "Its basically the teen anthem, besides Teenagers by My Chemical Romance of course." He smiled.

"Fair enough, continue." He sat back down and it was Antonio's song choice next.

Antonio had surprised me, Gilbert, and Francis with his song choice when we first heard it, since it was a rap song, but we soon got over it after hearing it once. It was pretty catchy. The song was 'Sleep All Day Party All Night' by the Black Eyed Peas.

"Part all the time...(Xs 4)" I began.

"I-I-If we could," Gilbert rapped.

"Party all night and sleep all day," Antonio took over. "And throw all my problems away. My life would be easy~ My life would be easy~"

"I would drink and go out-out with my crew. Party – party all the time, yup, that's what I do. Mac models pop bottles livin life like a sheep." Gilbert rapped.
"Party," I sang.

"Monday through Sunday, every day of the week." He continued.

"Ha, ha, daylight in the fast lane zone." Me, France, and Antonio sang.

"And the joint don't pop til I walk in the room." France said.

"And the DJ's rockin my favorite tune," The rest of us sang.

"And they shakin up the speakers like," Antonio said.

"Boom, boom, boom." We all said.

"If we could party all night, and sleep all day. And throw all of my problems away. My life would be easy~ My life would be easy~ (Xs 2)" We all sang.

"Party all the time (Xs 7)" I sang.

We continued the rest of the song, the others in the audience clapping or singing along. I loved this. I was relatively a lazy person, but, I loved to sing and perform, it was my release besides … well … other things.

'She's practically glowing.' Dorithy thought, smiling, always happy to see me happy as well. She glanced over at Mei out of the corner of her eye. 'But I know Mei's no where near close to done messing with her. Andra won't like it, but I'm gonna watch over her, and get the others to do the same.' She silently decided.