Lovino was keeping quiet and just drawing in his notebook, while Arthur, his "guide" for today, finished doing his homework their class just received, during their free time at the end of class.

"There." said the Brit sounding triumphant. "Now I don't have to finish this blasted Science stuff for homework tonight." he grinned smugly as he closed his books and pushed them to the side.

Lovino had only known the Brit for about a period, but he could already tell some things about the blonde. He was very smug and grinned whenever he was right or did something someone else couldn't do.

The English boy looked over at the Italian sitting next to him. "What about you, Lovino?" he asked the brunette.

"Huh?" Lovino looked up from his book sort of surprised, but then his usually look of tediousness came back. "Oh, the teacher said I didn't have to do it since you guys already started the chapter without me."

"Lucky!" exclaimed a voice from nowhere as a dirty-blonde haired boy turned around to face the two and the table behind him. "I'm only on the second question!" whined the blue-eyed boy.

Was that an American accent Lovino heard? Well, he surely sounded, looked, and acted like an American.

Over his uniform he wore a big, brown leather bomber jacket. His regular uniform looked all sloppy. Not to mention he wore worn-out red converse. The only thing that looked proper thing about him was the silver rimmed glasses he wore, but his face looked so young.

"It's not my problem that you right three paragraphs for just one question." Arthur seemed to complain to the dirty-blonde. He seemed like he knew him.

"A friend of yours?" the Italian asked a little bit annoyed at the intrusion in their conversations.

Arthur sighed. "I wouldn't call him that. Lovino, this is-"

"Alfred F. Jones! Or you can just call me The Hero." smiled the American.

"As I was saying," the blonde grumbled annoyingly. "Lovino, this is Alfred Jones. My cousin." he added the last bit sounding a little regretful.

Alfred laughed. "Come on! You know you love me, Iggy."

"For the thousandth time, my name is Arthur so stop calling me 'Iggy'. What does that even mean?" he asked.

The American shrugged. "Sounds cute." he smiled.

The Brit grumbled and picked up a book off his desk and started to read it.

Alfred laughed again then turned to Lovino. "Don't mind him. He's just naturally bitter."

A shout of a 'Hey!' could be heard off to the side.

"So Lovino, I guessing you're from Italy?" asked the American.

"What gave me away? Was it the name or the accent?" asked Lovino sarcastically bitter.

Alfred gave a loud laugh at this. Students in the class room would have turned around, but they were all but too used to the energetic American by now.

"You're funny! But no. I heard we were getting a new student from Italy. But weren't you in my Health class first period?"

"No. I have Gym this marking period." the Italian said a little confused.

A look of confusion came over the dirty-blonde's face, which made him look even goofier. "Really? I couldn't swear you were in that class. Though, you seemed a little more happier than right now."

Now a look of realization came over Lovino's face. "Oh, you must be thinking of mio fratello, Feliciano."

"You have a twin brother?" asked Alfred, being able to translate the Italian from the many re-runs of 'The Sopranos' he watched.

"Si. He's a little energetic. I apologize for that."

"Nah man, it's cool. I've got a twin bro too! Well except he's actually my half-brother, and he's Canadian. But other than that we're completely the same!"

A little laugh came from the side as Arthur put his book down. "Oh please, you and Mathew are nothing alike, minus your looks. He knows when to shut up."

"The problem with Mattie is getting him to talk. He's mostly invisible half the time. People often can't see him a lot of the time. I feel sort of bad."

"You're one to talk. You're the worst defender." Arthur scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah, just go back to your silly fairy-tale book." Alfred shooed.

"They're not 'silly'. They're just as much a part of history as your stupid 'Rocket Boys' book." Arthur grinned as he started to read him book once more.

"Hey, that's an amazing novel based on a true story and don't go dissin'." he mumbled.

The English boy ignored the American and the American ignored the English boy, as he turned to Lovino once again.

"Any way, what's your main study, Lovs." asked the American.

Lovino said a small 'Don't call me that' as he looked back up at Alfred. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"You know, the whole reason you got into this place in the first place. Every student has one. Artie's got his English class."

"He's right." said the Brit as he looked up from his book once more. "As stupid as Alfred may be, he's a genius in Science."

That explains the whole 'three paragraphs a question thing'.

"Oh, I don't think I have one." said the Italian.

"Don't be silly, of you do!" exclaimed Arthur. "Everyone dose."

Lovino looked at the two confused. "Well, I'm not really that good in my subjects."

"It doesn't have to be a main subject, Lovino." Arthur explained.

"He's right." added Alfred. "We've even got an Austrian here for music and a French dude here for cooking." he informed.

"I, don't think I have any good talents like that."

"What about your drawings?" asked Alfred.

"Cosa?" the Italian blushed slightly.

"The drawings in your notebook." Arthur said as he reached over and turned a few pages of the Italians drawing filled notebook. "They are very good." the Brit complimented as he skipped through the many pictures of animals and portraits of people.

The Italian blushed and swatted the Brit's hand away, shockingly. "Heh, those are nothing compared to my brothers. You should see his." Lovino said as he shut his notebook and put it in his bag.

Arthur and Alfred could see that Lovino seemed a little upset.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're amazing." Arthur smiled. Alfred smiled and gave a 'Yeah!'.

Lovino blushed even more now. "You think so?" he asked.

He's always been sensitive when it comes to his brother. Art seemed to be the one thing Lovino could do good but his brother just had to become a greater artist than him.

Don't get him wrong, Lovino love his brother but the younger Italian always seemed to be one step better than the elder.

"Uh, ah, grazie." he thanked as he looked away with a blush.

Both Alfred and Arthur gave small chuckles at the Italians red face. He even heard Alfred say he looked 'cute.'

At that, Lovino lifted up his textbook and stuffed his face inside of it, and waited till the end of class.

Arthur went back to reading his book and Alfred went back to doing his homework.

Pretty soon the bell rang, and second period ended.

"No!" exclaimed Alfred as he began to write at the speed of light.

Arthur gathered up his things and stood from his seat, waiting for the American. Lovino gathered his things as well and waited next to Arthur.

"Hurry up, Alfred." Arthur directed.

"…and therefore they will move at the same pace as the other particles." Alfred said aloud as he wrote down the last words on his paper. "Finished! Okay I'm done." he said happily as he shoved his things into his bag. "Why'd you wait for me anyway? We don't have the next period together." he asked as he slung his back over his shoulder.

"I know." Arthur started as he began to walk to the front of the classroom. "But you and Lovino do. It's about the only class I don't have with him."

"Aw, cool! We're Gym buddies!" exclaimed Alfred as he put him arm around Lovino's shoulders.

"Divertente." he mumbled.

The three made their way out of the classroom as they exited the halls were pretty empty due to Alfred taking so long.

"Alright, so you two go to the gymnasium and I'll meet you guys there in the cafeteria. Make sure you don't forget him, Alfred." Arthur informed.

"Don't worry! I'll be watching Lovi here with the eyes of the majestic and free bald eagle." Alfred said making various poses as Arthur rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile Lovino made his way through the halls unknown that the other two weren't following him. Then, he realized he didn't know where he was going.

"Um, guys. Where is the gy-" Lovino turned to see no one behind him.

"Great." he mumbled. "Where'd they go? They couldn't have gone too-"

"LOOK OUT!"

Lovino turned again to see a frightening image before he was met with the cold ground.


Italian Translations;

mio- my

fratello- brother

si- yes

cosa- what

gracie- thank you

divertente- fun


I wrote a giant description with a lot of info in it, but I'm a derp and it didn't save.

So if you have any questions, just ask.

Also, Lovino, Alfred, and Arthur are in thier second year.

I'm debateing wether or not I should make Gilbert and the BTT should be a year ahead of these guys or not. Tell me what you guys think.