A/N: No beta reader, so I did it myself. This explains the grammatical errors. Sorry this took so long, school started and junior year is very tiring.

"Hey let me see your schedule," Gilbert demanded.

Matthew barely managed to keep from rolling his eyes, but figured it was pointless to protest, so he handed over his schedule.

"Hey we have the same classes!" Gilbert said, grinning.

Matthew felt an even stronger urge to roll his eyes. "Your brother went over my schedule while you were there. Were you even listening?"

"Um…no? I'm too awesome to listen to what Ludwig says!" the albino exclaimed.

"Too awesome. Right." Matthew muttered.

"Did you say something Birdie?" Gilbert asked, still studying Matthew's schedule (why, Matthew didn't know, he had the same schedule after all).

"Why are you calling me Birdie?" Matthew questioned. It had been bothering him for a while, and he hadn't got a satisfactory answer last time.

"Because you remind me of my pet bird!" Gilbert said cheerfully.

Matthew really didn't know what to say to that. Was that a compliment or an insult? He decided to go with the safest answer.

"Why?"

"Because you're small and cute," Gilbert said, grinning evilly.

"I am not small, eh! I'm just as tall as you are," Matthew pointed out.

"Yeah, but my awesomeness automatically makes me taller," Gilbert said smugly.

Matthew really wanted to find a nice wall to bang his head against. He decided to give up trying to talk sense to Gilbert, it just wasn't working.

They finally got to Matthew's first class, which was Political Science. Gilbert had gotten them lost several times, and when Matthew asked why he hadn't been paying attention, he started guiltily and made up some story about him being to awesome to pay attention. Matthew didn't believe him for a second.

The class was easy enough to find (once he stopped following Gilbert and read the map Ludwig had given him). The Political Science room was fairly large because it was a required course. There were different maps of the world all over. Some looked like climate maps and some looked like maps from different periods of history. And of course there was the current world map.

Matthew crossed to the bookcase and looked at the books they would be reading for the course. Surprisingly, there were a lot of history books. He turned to Gilbert to ask him why, and noticed he was staring at Matthew. No, he must be staring at something behind me, Matthew thought. He motioned for Gilbert to come over, which he did.

"Why are there history books in the political science room?" Matthew questioned.

"They teacher says that to understand the present we must first study the past," Gilbert said, as if he had heard it a lot.

"You've had her before? Then why are you taking this class again?" Matthew said, tilting his head to the side.

"Because she wanted her class to be awesome of course!" Gilbert shouted.

Matthew raised his eyebrow. "What's the real reason, Gilbert?" he asked patiently.

"Oh, Antonio and Francis and I skipped class last year during finals day so we could play a prank. So now we have to take her class again, which is totally not awesome! But Antonio is happy because his roommate with anger problems is in this class. He really likes that unawesome little jerk for some reason. Oh, and Francis will have Arthur to annoy, so it won't be that bad. We might even create some chaos!" Gilbert said excitedly.

Matthew didn't say anything. He had a feeling he would be doing that rather a lot around Gilbert.

There was really nothing else to look at in the room, so they headed to Matthew's next class, Secret Messages and Codes. Matthew had a feeling this class would be interesting. The room was close to his last class, so he wouldn't have that far to walk. That was good. Matthew knew he would need all his energy for the Spying class. The Secret Messages and Codes room was really not that interesting, just a simple room.

They went to his Spying class next, which was in the gym. Matthew was really worried about this class because he didn't do much athletic other than hockey. Gilbert chatted almost nonstop during the tour, but Matthew tuned him out, stressing about the new school.

They started passing more and more people in the hallways. Matthew noticed, and tried to ask Gilbert about it, but Gilbert just kept talking. Matthew was getting more and more exasperated with him. Suddenly, a loud voice echoed in the empty hallway.

"Oi potato bastard!" came an angry voice from the down the hallway, "It's time for dinner. Ludwig sent me to get you. Now let's go before everything is gone!"

"You actually listened to what Ludwig said? Have you gone soft Loviiiiii?" Gilbert smirked, drawing out the boy's name.

An angry looking boy (who looked almost exactly like Feliciano from earlier) came into view, his face quickly turning a red that could rival Ludwig's shade, "I have not gone soft, damnit! He was going to send Feli, but that idiot would have gotten lost, so I went for him. Plus it gets me away from some annoying classmates. Speaking of which, don't call me Lovi!" he huffed.

Gilbert's smirk widened, "Is it because only Antonio can call you Lovi?"

Lovi's face (which had started to return to its normal shade) blossomed into bright red again, "No idiot, that's not it at all! He isn't supposed to call me Lovi either. He just does and he won't stop. It's fucking annoying."

"Really," Gilbert said, his tone saying he didn't believe him.

"Really," Lovino said firmly, still blushing a bit.

They stood there, trying to stare each other down. Lovino was trembling like he was scared, but he wouldn't back down. Their staring contest ending when two things happened simultaneously.

One, Matthew stammered, "We should get going, eh? We don't want to be late for dinner." Unfortunately, Lovino didn't hear him and Gilbert was going to respond when the second thing interrupted him. Namely, Lovino was knocked over by an enthusiastic Spaniard. The both ended up on the floor, Antonio on top of Lovino.

This was apparently normal, as he began cooing to Lovino, "Aww Lovi where were you? I looked for you at dinner but you weren't there, so I decided to search for you and make sure you weren't hurt or kidnapped or something. And now I've found you so we can go eat!"

"Bastard, get off of me. I can't eat with you on top of me," Lovino growled in a way that Matthew supposed was supposed to be threatening, but as he was being crushed by Antonio, it came out breathless.

"Ok Lovi!" Antonio beamed, getting off of Lovino and then pulling him up.

"Yeah, let's go to dinner," Gilbert added. He had been watching the exchange with a look of amusement on his face. "We need to introduce Matthew to everybody.

"Who's Matthew?" Lovino demanded, having slapped away the Spaniard's attempts to hug him.

"This is Matthew of course," Gilbert said, motioning to Matthew. "He'll be attending the academy from now on."

Lovino doesn't look interested. "Yeah, yeah that's great, let's go get some food now."

The four of them head off toward the cafeteria, (relatively) quietly.