Hey everyone chapter 2! Ok soo I have like the hardest of times putting author's notes! I'm sorry this chapter is short, but like my dad has been pressuring me to do my homework, so I'm typing this up telling him I'm doing my language arts essay! Lolz! So anyways sorry about last chapters crappy set up, I actually typed that up on my brothers iPod touch(never making that mistake again) so yeah I'm really sorry! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and added me to their author update thingys, yeah I'm still new as hell to this website. So anyways disclaimer time: I sadly don't own Hetalia Himaruya-Sensei does! If I owned Hetalia bro they would totally have an Iraq, Lebanon, Kuwait, Syria, and United Arab Emirates. I say this, because I'm totally Iraqi-American, lolz! They need more Arab countries, so when I put Egypt in this don't be surprised when there's Arabic typing, and stuff. Yeah he's totally gonna have perfect Arabic! So now enjoy! Btw reviews=a totally happy Yotters!


"Uh…nooo…" Gilbert lied, a devilish grin spread across his face. By the now the teacher: Mrs. (can you believe she was married, because Gilbert sure as hell couldn't, he would never figure out what any man saw in such a she devil) Damon, or Mrs. Bitch-Ass, as Gilbert like to call her was about to explode, she was so red that both Gil, and Feliks were just waiting for steam to come out of her ears, and her hair to burst into flames. "YOU KNOW WHAT BEILSCHMIDT; YOU HAVE DETENTION FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS!" Gilbert's mouth opened comically, his jaw just about hitting the floor at what he just heard. He couldn't believe it.

"Oh mon ami, getting into trouble already?" The thick French accent of Francis Bonnefoy filled the room. All heads turned to him as he walked in with Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Gilbert just stood there and watched his two best friends walk past him, and easily glide into their seats. The teacher said nothing, absolutely nothing, and Gilbert couldn't help it; he snapped. "There is no way, no fucking way in hell that these two aren't getting detention too, right?"

Mrs. Bitch-Ass's face turned bright red again, this time out of embarrassment, rather than anger, she was redder than one of Antonio's prized tomatoes. "No Beilschmidt, they're not." Bitch-Ass answered him. "I like can't believe she totally didn't give him another detention for that F-bomb" Feliks thought to himself, a grin playing across his face. "Wait a minute how come?" Gil was freaking out, and the teacher's face got even redder. She started biting her nails, and stealing quick glances at Francis.

"Like no way! You like totally like Francy (pronounced like fancy, except with an R)! Like this is so totally exciting!" Feliks started jumping up, and down, this huge grin spreading across his face. "N-no I…I d-don't l-like Francis" the teacher stuttered out. At hearing this Francis started pouting, and pulled out a killer I'm-so-gonna-get-you-to-do-and-or-say-what-I-want kind of puppy face. "Madame you, you don't like me?" Fake tears started filling up his bright blue eyes. "Where the hell does he keep all those tears?" Gilbert had to silently ask himself. Like seriously, it was like he always had them when he needed them, stupid French bastard. Gilbert always wondered why he was still friends with the guy.

The murmuring of the other students could be heard in the background. "She's crushing on Francis?" "Omg that's nasty, doesn't she already have a husband?" "I told you she had the hots for him." "How does a married woman fall in love with one of her students, that's gross!"

While some students looked all out disgusted, others looked jealous, some others who liked Francis looked jealous, and some like Feliks looked extremely happy, and were bouncing up and down in their seats. "Nasty." Gilbert and Antonio thought in unison, without knowing it.

Outside of the school, two dark figures watched what was going on inside the class intently. "When are we going to tell them?" the first man asked. "I have absolutely no idea, but for just shut up, and keep watching."

"Fine, I will shut up, and keep watching, you big meanie." The man being called a meanie just stuck out his tongue, crossed his arms across his chest, and pouted like a two year old.

"Baby"

"Jerk"

"Asshole"

"Faggot"

"What the fuck are you talking about faggot? I'm fucking straighter than you tenfold!"

"That's bullshit, mother fucking bullshit!"

"Says the guy who-"

"Sshh, they're coming this way!" the first man silenced the second man, who was just about to point a flaw. And true enough a man they both identified as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo walking up to his two best friends, and the teacher who was still red.

"Aww mi amigos, look at Senora Damon, isn't she cute?"

"W-what?" Mrs. Damon asked incredulously.

"Oui, mon ami, she is very cute." Francis said, nodding his head in agreement.

"Mein Gott! I have absolutely no God damn idea what the fuck it is that you two see in this bitch!" Gilbert called out.

"Another F-bomb, and calling her a bitch, and she hasn't noticed. Damn!" Feliks thought to himself amusedly. "But Gilbert, she looks like mi tamatos, and mi tamatos are sooo cute!"

"Dude, you like totally need to like take a chill pill, they're tomatoes for like God's sake." Felix said, with a flip of his perfect blonde hair, and a roll of his green eyes. "Si Felix, they are tomatoes, but their mi tamatos, I grow them with my heart and soul, and Lovi loves them! That's why they're so important, and so adorable!"

The two men outside the window just rolled their eyes, and tried stifling their laughter, but failed miserably, because the constant jumping up and down of the Spaniard and the adorable glitter in his eyes that you would only find in a cute, little chibi was just too much. The two fell over in their laughter, tears gathering in their eyes, as the Spaniard continued gushing about his tomatoes, and about how happy they made his little Lovi!