Arthur paced around his apartment, eager to see his new-found friend again. He'd done everything in his power to calm down: herbal tea, laying down to nap, none of it worked. Finally sitting down, he cracked a small smile. This is what it feels like to have friends, huh? Arthur mused. It actually didn't feel as bad as he thought it would. "Like a fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach." He murmured. "What was that?" a girl with thick glasses screeched. Arthur sighed. "Nothing, Alice. Just talking to myself again."

Alice leaned her back against the wall and scoffed. "That better be the case, you bloody bloke. Now that you're living in my apartment, I expect you to be silent unless spoken to. Anything less or anything more and I'll throw you out. Understood?" Arthur nodded silently and left the room. Why can't someone just conquer her already?

Irene stood in front of her house, drenched and looking thouroughly ticked off. After Jade had abandoned her, the meeting had dragged on another hour and a half. Irene had actually contemplated suicide, wondering if her business pen was sharp enough to tear skin. Deciding against it, she waited until the end of the conference to duck out unnoticed. By then it was pouring rain outside, and all the city buses had long since stopped running. Umbrellaless and without transportation, Irene walked 8 blocks back to her house opening the door to find her friend lounging on the couch, doodling in a notebook. Jade looked up from her drawing, nodded, and returned to her activities. Sending her a death glare, Irene plopped down next to Jade and crossed her arms, waiting for an explanation.

Jade set her materials aside. "Irene, I'm extremely sorry for ditching you. It was wrong and in bad taste. Though in my defense, if I satyed any longer my head would've exploded." Irene pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed for the second time in the oast hour. It was becoming a habit of hers. "I really hate it when you skip out in me, y'know. I only go to those meetings because of my dad, and you know that. It's just the best thing for my future is all..."

Irene's dad was the principle of Hetalia High, and often made his daughter sit in on the policy meetings to get a feel of what being a principal or teacher was like. Teaching life was terrible as far as she could tell. Having to listen to the constant groaning of the ungrateful children. It sounded horrible! At least Jade would come half the time to keep her awake. Though her ducking out was fairly new.

"Whatever, I don't care anymore. Where'd you go, anyway? Straight home?" Irene asked. Jade shook her head. "I went to that coffee shop up on Main Street. You know, the one that just opened up?" Irene nodded and asked if the food was any good.

Jade shrugged. "I don't know, the guy across from me asked me so many questions I never got around to eating." Irene's eyes widened. So this is what happens when I'm gone... "So, a strange man was sitting across from you, and asked you various questions... I've got three questions:

1. Was he in uniform?

2. Were the questions about criminal activity?

3. On a scale of 1 to 10, how cute was he?"

Jade's face went a deep red, though she answered nonetheless." No, no, and... 11. H-He was English and quite the gentleman, and we're meetingup again tomorrow for some art lessons I'm giving him."

Squeeling, the soaking wet girl fell to the ground in a fit of giggles. Watching her best friend roll around, Jade continued sketching. She'd need to have perfected this by tomorrow evening.

"Ah," Irene exclaimed as she stood up,"some girls have all the luck." Jade gave her a questioning look. With one final chuckle, Irene left the room to leave the teacher to her lesson plans, drawing the night away.

(A/N) Hey there, Hetalians! Sorry for the short chappie, but school is tough (Come on, Christmas Break!). I'd just like to say thank you to my first reviewer, it really means a lot. *wipes away tears of joy* R&R! 8D