A third pointless title

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARICTERS!!

And for those of you who are interested, any ideas for stories would be accepted.

I have a few more after this saga though.... To go along with this saga!!

POV= Point of view

(in the story's beginning, it's a Tuesday.

The second half is a Friday)

(Britta's pov)

No Alfred!! It's all a big mistake, she thought. She quickly sent one of her venomous glares to Francis. He stared at her in return, but after she looked away, he began to approach her.

Suddenly she was lifted from the ground, into Francis's personal space. He looked into her eyes, most likely with what he thought was passion, but his feelings were dead-set on one thing. The one thing she didn't want to give him. Her first kiss. But he took it anyway. Well, he was French. So it was expected that he could kiss. But she didn't want this.

He was more of a brother to her than anything. She did not lust after this frog. She started to push against him, but he was too strong. She couldn't get away!! Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!! She thought. This bastard needs to let go!!!

(Hercules's pov kinda, and their thoughts in his head)

The door opened a second time. And this time it was Hercules who came in. It was because he had mixed up his lunch and his cat, grabbing only one, not both.... a nap would be good now...

Wait. What's in the corner? It looked like.... Francis? And some girl. No. Hold on, I can remember this, were the thoughts going through his head. Not just some girl.

Britta, as she liked to go by, looked like she was struggling. ...Trying to get away maybe? Thoughts like these continued to flow through his ever tired head. Better be on the safe side and get Francis off of her, he finally decided.

So he walked up to the Frenchman and lifted him up by the scruff of his collar. Similar to his cats, he thought. Britta slumped down to the ground, free of her perverted burden.

"Francis," said Hercules with a firm undertone to his voice. "What the fuck?"

Francis looked as though he did not expect this to happen. "Venez, venez"(come, come) he spouted hurriedly, "S-Sûrement vous savez pardonner et oublier?" (s-surely you know how to forgive and forget?)

"No." the Greece man responded. "I don't." He looked over at Britta to see if she was ok. After putting a hand out to help her up, he could see that she was crying profusely.

"Ghuh cajj muh uhbba!" she was mumbling over and over.

Hercules picked up Francis again, and led the devastated brit out of the class. They were headed to the office. Its good, thought Hercules, that I know how to go about this school's secret paths.

She was really saying "I was kissed by my brother".

A few days later......

(Alfred's pov)

Francis had been suspended. No reason had been given to the students.

Iggy hadn't returned to school since Francis left.

Iggy... is ok, right? She's not injured or hurt or dead or something, right? Right!! Why was he being all sad? He was the hero!!

"Ah !!" he laughed. The whole class turned to look at him.

"Shut up!" yelled the teacher. "I'm trying to run a freaking class!! Don't I deserve respect, and quiet, and bla, bla bla bla bla!!" "Yakkity yak yak yak!!"

Stupid teacher. He was just trying to cheer himself up. Ah well. It doesn't matter what that downer said!! Nothing can spoil my mood!, thought Alfred, Because I finally get to see Iggy again!!(insert happy dance)!! Well, Iggy wasn't coming to school today, but he was going to surprise her with a visit!! She loves surprises!!

No, he thought as he fidgeted. She absolutely hates surprises. I'll borrow Kiku's cell phone to tell her I'm coming over...he pondered further. And eventually, the bell rang. He rushed off to find the Japanese girl. He found her talking to Hercules. They sounded like they were having a hush-hush conversation. Well, there's no time like the present!!, thought Alfred stupidly.

"Hello to the all of you!!!" he shouted as he ran up. "Kiku??"

"Hai!" said the surprised Asian. She caught herself, and then restated the answer."I mean, yes?"

"Can I please borrow your phone? Mattie's not here today, and mine's dead." Alfred continued rambling.

Kiku started fishing around in her bag for it. "Who are you calling? If you don't mind me asking." Hercules was waiting patiently, if not nodding off.

"Ah hahahaha!!" Laughed Alfred cheerfully. "Why, I'm calling Iggy!!"

Suddenly, Kiku stopped rustling in the bag. She looked up at Hercules and asked, "Should I tell him?". But he only shook his head. "He should hear it from her."

Alfred was laughing as this conversation was going on, and therefore missed what could have prevented a catastrophe.

Kiku handed Alfred the phone, and he quickly dialed Iggy's number.

A strained, defeated voice came off of the other end of the phone, "Hello? Who is this?"

Ah ha!! I Cliff-hung you!! I'm sorry if this story sucks, because I think it does, but since I wrote it at 2 in the morning I hope I'll be pardoned by you, dearest reader. (today beith 2/20/2010, technically.) It was mostly filler, and I hate sad things. So I don't know why my story is behaving like this....

Yes. France is a horrible person in this story. I blame Broadville. And I kept forgetting to translate what little French was on the others. Sorry!! This time I remembered. I'll make him have a happy ending in the next story I make. Or not. I hate France. Go Spain!!

Next up: Flashback time!! To Britta's and Francis's childhood!! Maybe I'll be nice and show when Alfred came into their lives.... or not. KoLkOlKoLkOlKoLkOlKoLkOl!!

I've seen people from all over the world have read my story, most of those places I know only because of Hetalia, and I promise to give it a good ending!! (It won't be over too soon, though...)

Reviewing would encourage my typing speed to double!! So don't be afraid to click that button!!

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(A very tired) Bleach-Drinking Hetalian out!

P.S. What is a hit on the story? I'm new to the computer world, and stupid to its terms.