I AM NOT DEAD! Super duper sorry I wasn't able to do... pretty much anything this past... month or so. School can suck America's Jingle Bells, and finals in Spanish and Algebra 1 are coming up. So, without futher ado, the next installment of 'WEIRD 'ASS' TRIO DRABBLES!


Matthew sighed, and closes his eyes. He was in gym, playing the dreaded kick ball. He watched as his friend's brother, Feliciano, ran away from the Turkish senior, Sadiq, and got them another run.

His Russian friend, Ivan, smiled when the sleepy Greek, Hercules, stepped up to kick. "It seems we are going in the field, da?" he said happily, watching a bored Bulgarian hit the sleeping Greek. "Hercules is so tired; maybe if I hit him with my bat, he won't fall asleep?" The smaller blonde shrugged.

"Whatever." Matthew murmured, another yawn taking over his body. Since he stayed up until eleven studying, he didn't go to bed before his brother started playing videogames, so he had to suffer through three hours of Alfred yelling at some random kid or pedo, which it was, he had no clue, until Alfred said goodbye in something that sounded German.

He and Ivan went to the back of the gym, in the corner almost everyone, except that weird Danish kid, never kicked. While Matthew was distracted, he didn't see the ball hit the kicker's foot, propelling towards them. The thing he did notice was the wind from the ball, and the terrible pain of his face hitting the floor after the ball ricocheted off the wall, and into the back of his head. Thinking quickly, Ivan caught the ball before it hit the ground, having successfully gotten the German kid Matthew didn't like out.

~~TIME SKIPP~~

The same blonde sighed, listening the rest of his table roar with laughter. Ivan had, of course, told Lovino, who started laughing, getting the attention of the spacey Spanish kid next to him.

"Would you all stop laughing?!" Matthew finally yelled, annoyance clear in his eyes. "I think everyone knows aboot how I got hit in the head with the kickball!" he glared, wishing bad luck on his two friends.

"Lovi~!" They heard the brunette's brother call. "Fratello~! I have great news!" He cried, running up out of nowhere, hugging the, now annoyed, brunette.

"What?!" The older Italian growled.

"Well, fratello, last night Ludwig and I finally gave up our virginity!" Feliciano said happily, not noticing the anger and hate written all over his brother's face. "Isn't it just wonderful?"

"No, stupid brother, it isn't!" Lovino finally screamed, scaring everyone in the cafeteria. "And with the potato bastard number 1, of course. It's bad enough I have a friend dating potato bastard number 2!" He yelled.

Feliciano teared up, and ran out of the lunch room with a cry of "Luddyyyyy!"

Lovino cursed, and ran after his brother. "CHIGIIIII! Don't run off to the stupid potato bastard! FELICIANOOO!"

Then, with a quiet laugh, accompanied by "Marry me, brother," Ivan was running as well, almost rivaling the Italians.


Oh, how I love the ending X3. So, Canada got hurt! My friend, our Russia, and I were playing kickball, and she brought this up. Yeah. So, I got my revenge at the end :3.

Also, whenit says 'The German Matthew Doesn't Like', I am mad at our Germany. He is being a total dick right now. Also, about the aboot thing, if I get mad enough, I start having a Canadian accent, and saying aboot and eh.

Again, Roma, I REGRET NOTHING! (P.S., The person reviewing my story IS my Romano, that I know is a fact.) Also, replying to her comment, Ah, Lovi, have you met yourself? You ARE the reason stories are rated M/T.

Bye! :brofist: