A few days later found Lovino back in class glaring at the counselor as she roughly shoved him through the door. A set a snickers came from the side of the room causing the Italian to grow even angrier as he spotted Carlos and some new student out of the corner of his eye. He walked past purposefully knocking a tan cowboy hat to the floor with a swipe of his hand enjoying the anger-reddened face of his new classmate. Oblivious to the tense atmosphere, Antonio clasped his hands together gaining the attention of the entire class.
"Ok everyone, siéntate (sit down)! I have a fun project for all of you!" Majority of the class groaned, slipping down into their seats- Lovino had sat down quickly to avoid another visit to the office and had, unhappily, found himself beside Ludwig. "No, No, I swear this will be fun! Anyway, it has come to my attention that every class is required to do at least one act of charity and your class has yet to contribute." Carlos plucked up a lime-green earbud, about to place it in his ear to drown out the Hispanic teacher when a loud slam caused him to release the audio-granting instrument and Yao to leap out of his sleepy state. "Come on guys! You have to think of something or they'll get rid of this class!"
Ludwig, the first to overcome his shock as well as realize the severity of the situation, raised a shaky hand. "I'm pretty good in history. Maybe we could tutor people."
"Bien (Great)! Great idea little buddy! Anyone care to add to that?"
"We have to make interesting or nobody show up." Yao added helpfully.
"We could re-enact treaties-"
"-as different generals!" Ivan and Basch grinned, for once not glaring daggers at each other.
"There are more generals in history then antlers on my pa's wall!" The new kid shook his head, dark shaggy hair flipping about.
"Austin right….I think," Yao looked thoughtful. "Maybe as countries!"
"That…actually sounds interesting." Carlos blinked just as surprised as everyone else- he was never interesting in anything school related.
"'ll b' Sw'd'n (I'll be Sweden)." Berwald informed, starting the trend.
Antonio smiled in thanks for his help. "Oh-Kay! When I call your name, tell me your country." Everyone began talking at once, finally excited with learning. While Antonio had to shout to be heard, he didn't have the heart to silence them; especially when their conversations had to do with school. "Ludwig?"
"Germany."
"Ivan?"
"Obviously Mother Russia, da (yes)?"
"Basch?"
"Switzerland." A few stares. "What? Neutral countries are important too!"
"Ok, ok. Arthur?"
"England, of course."
"Carlos?"
"Mexico, bitches!"
"Lovinito (Little Lovino)?"
"South Italy!" Antonio was surprised- not only had Lovino ignored the nickname, but he also only chose half of a country. The others seemed to notice that as well but before they could ask, he explained himself. "The southern half has the highest percentage of mafia activity." Several 'Oh's' and 'That figures' circled the room and Antonio couldn't help but let out a chuckle, shaking his head; these kids were really something.
"Ok then, Yao?"
"I China."
"Berwald already called Sweden so all that is left is you, Austin."
Without a second thought he leapt up, resting a western boot on his desk. "Y'all can call me Texas!"
Ivan always smiled, but today his brain was actually hurting with concealed glee. He couldn't wait to tell Matthew! As soon as the bell rang he went to do just that, pushing past others to get to the Canadian's classroom. To his dismay, a certain loud-mouthed albino made it there before him, high-pitched, lispy laughter hurting his ears as Gilbert used Matthew like a bike stand.
"Yo, Ivan!" He suddenly called out running over, fingers gripped tightly around Matthew's now red ones. A startled yip sounded from behind Ivan as brunette hair blurred past the hulking Russian's vision in an attempt to hide the blush burning his face. Two questions screamed in his mind: 1: Why was Roderich watching Matthew and Gilbert and 2: How had a part-time mafia spy been too distracted by a certain shy Canadian to have noticed? He quickly shook away his thoughts as the duo made their way to his side.
"What's wrong, eh? You look distracted." Ivan frowned slightly and looked away- this action went unnoticed by Gilbert, although the same was not to be said about Matthew.
"I was just heading out to lunch. I'll see you later, da (yes; you should know this one by now!)?"
"Wait, Ivan!" The mafia member blinked- Matthew never spoke up- before looking up at Gilbert, slight smirk challenging the albino's.
"I think I see Roderich coming this way~"
He instantly paled, quickly looking around before running off calling back to his friends, "I'm going to awesomely go to class; I'll see you guys later!"
Thinking he wasn't heard, Matthew turned to follow. "I better get him; he's going the wrong way-"
"Martvy."
"Um, o-oui(y-yes)?"
"You wanted to say something?" He prompted, two sets of lavender bleeding together.
"Oh, well, um, it's just that-" A sudden feminine scream alerted their attention away from each other as a small blonde ran past them, tarantula in her hair.
"Big bruder (brother), help!"
"Yeehaw! Carlos, you were right; that was a big hootenanny!" Ivan nearly groaned as a certain southerner slapped his knee before resting it on his backpack while his Mexican companion pounded his palm into a locker, laughing so hard tears were starting to well up.
A loud 'bang' silenced the entire hallway- probably the entire building- as everyone turned to the new attention. Basch stood pistol pointed towards the ceiling, smoke still emitting from the barrel, with one hand protectively pressing the German-speaking girl to his side. "Which one of you schwein (swine) thought it was a smart idea to mess with my sister?" He growled out as the trouble-making duo paled noticeably.
"….Well, fuck. AUSTIN! Carlos instantly blamed in a loud whisper. "Why didn't you tell me that was the gun-totting-maniac's sister!"
"Ya can't expect me to know! I just got here!" His defensive shout- it seemed impossible for the Texan to talk quietly- quickly alerted the Swiss man of the two men's presence.
"You're dead to me, Carlos!" He spat putting down his weapon- he had already seceded in getting everyone's attention- to instead glare daggers at his new-found enemy. "Next time you get to class I'll have the papers all written up; Switzerland is going to war with Mexico!"
"¿Qué? (What?)" Ignoring everyone's confused whispers, Carlos leaped up surprised. "What about Austin? He helped too!"
"Y'all 'anight bringing me into this!"
"Dead, Carlos!" He repeated as he struggled against four officers as they tried to restrain him- the school had a bad reputation and therefore a police station had been built nearby.
"Drop your weapon, sir." One said out of duty, not bothering to give him a chance as they twisted his hand behind his back until the pistol clattered on the floor with a noisy 'clang'. "Come on, you know the drill, get going!"
"Big bruder (brother)!"
"Come with me, Lili. You are welcome to stay at my abode until your brother's return." Roderich offered, holding out his hand- he had ran back the second he heard the gunshot. He looked towards Basch who gave up on his escaping at the stern, promising gaze, granting his own before letting himself be taken away with little struggle.
Basch and Roderich were the best of friends back in grade-school and when Basch's parents died they made a vow that, should something ever happen to him, Roderich would take care of the small Liechtenstein woman that he used to sneak food to- She looked up to Basch and thought of him as an older brother.
The speakers screeched causing everyone to cringe and cover their ears at the too-loud voice emitting from wither. "Due to current events, we will require that everyone leave the proximity as soon as they can. There is no need to worry; it is just procedure. That is all." Painfully loud static ended the message followed by cheers as the students raced to retrieve their belongings.
"Stay close to me, Lili." Roderich advised, leading her to the side by a hand on her shoulder. "Unless it is your desire to be trampled by hooligans that is." The halls quickly cleared as grateful students hurried to depart the so-called 'dangerous location.' Cautiously lifting the still-present arachnid from the other's long, golden waves- she had forgotten the reason for her 'brother's' anger due to the drama- Roderich offered a polite smile and held out a hand for the younger woman. Neither of them knew what Basch had meant by Switzerland going to war with Mexico, but they knew they'd never hear the end of it. "Come on, Lili, let's get your belongings."
A/N
Chapter three, guys! So sorry I didn't type this earlier, but *Tries to think of excuse* I was walking my dog! Yeah, walking him for a week or so straight…. I have no excuse. Please tell me what you all thought about Texas! I based him off of the area in Texas that I live (The northern half) so he may be different then you were expecting but I still hope you like him. Jealously is starting up and you all know what that means…FIGHTS! I've always wanted some guy to fight over me… England's siblings decide to make their first appearances in chapter four so I hope everyone is looking forward to that. School is almost out here and I regret to say that I usually only write during study hall or during lectures(Don't tell my teachers that! It's notes, I swear!) so not much will get done over the summer, although I will be attending A-Kon this year! It will be my first time EVER and I'm extremely excited! So come meet me in person(or not) June 1st-3rd at A-Kon!
P.S. I would love to hear about your own past experiences so that I know what to expect, funny stories, cosplay videos, cosplay advice, or even who you will be going as.
Ludwig Beilschmidt- Wst. Germany
Arthur Kirkland- England
Francis Bonnefoy- France
Yao Wang- China
Ivan Braginski- Russia
Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo- Spain
Lovino Vargas-
Elizaveta Héderváry - Hungary
Roderich Edelstein- Austria
Gilbert Beilschmidt- Est. Germany/ Prussia
Basch Zwingli- Switzerland
Timo Väinämöinen - Finland
Berwald Oxenstierna- Sweden
Nicklas Johansen- Norway
Carlos Hernandez- Mexico
Peter Clarkland- Sealand
Austin McKinney - Texas
Alfred F. Jones- United States of America
Matthew Jones- Canada