Third Chapter

Yup. I'm back

Now, Roderich was, obviously, having what could be called a bad day. Between getting lost (which happened on a daily basis, and at least this time he got saved, unlike that other time…), getting humiliated on his first day, and now being forced to wear sweats?! It sucked.

However, this was even worse.

Gilbert, being Gilbert, had upped and walked right into the room Mr. Edelstein was changing in, while he was changing. Oh, Gilbert.

"AAAAHHHH!" Roderich screamed in shock (again) as Gilbert traipsed into the room, where he was in the process of putting his pants on, and his shirt was off.

"Oh. Uhhhh," Gilbert started for a moment, before visibly shaking himself out of his stupor and grinning at the half-naked man, clearly checking him out. He then walked toward Roderich before stopping in front of him and putting his hand out, "my name's Gilbert, by the wa-"

"Flash. BANG," Gilbert fell down, unconscious, and Elizaveta was revealed behind him, a camera in one hand and a cast iron frying pan in the other. She seemed to have a slight nose bleed and was having trouble controlling her breathing.

"Are you al-"

"Yup! Perfectly fine. Now let me get rid of the baggage and you can finish changing," with a 'LOOK' at Gilbert, she grabbed the unconscious man and hauled him out of the closet, before dumping him on the floor and closing the door behind her.

Roderich heard muffled kicking noises and a voice yelling for Gilbert to "wake up so I can bash your head in again" coupled by groaning.

And that was when Roderich questioned two things: whether he was in a dream, and his new colleague's sanity.

Oh Roderich, you have no idea.

Time Skip

When Roderich came out of the closet (the pun is totally intended), the first thing he saw was a rather strange sight. Elizaveta was hitting a blond-haired man (or was it a woman) and Gilbert with the frying pan she had been holding earlier, while a brunette with green eyes looked on, laughing.

"Ummmmm…," Roderich was very confused, as he doubted it was legal to repeatedly hit minors, or anyone for that matter, on the head with frying pans, aside from everything else going on.

"Oh, Roderich. Hello, just ignore the kids, except for Fr-" Elizaveta was caught off guard by Francis's sudden draping of an arm over Roderich's shoulders, and the teacher's shriek as he was not expecting that.

"Well ohohon, you are cute for a teacher, do you not agree, Gilbert?" Francis said slyly.

"BANG!" Elizaveta's frying pan came crashing down on Francis's head with enough force to send him flying to the ground. Elizaveta herself then turned to Roderich and said, "So sorry for their horrible behavior. You might get used to it eventually."

"Oh," Roderich tried to regain his dignity (which was a completely lost cause), "Yes, well, would you please guide me to my classroom? Orientation is probably over by now and the students will be starting their first day, so I have to be at my class."

"Pffft, you don't know where your classroom is? So unawesome. But I can take you there 'cause that's my first class," Gilbert said snarkily, while brandishing a list of his classes.

"That would be appreciated, I suppose," Roderich was, by now, accepting his fate: life clearly hated him. Why else would he end up stuck with Gilbert as a guide and have to start the school year in sweats. He mentally bemoaned the humiliations he was being forced to endure as Gilbert draped an arm over his shoulders and led him out the door to the reception room and into the hallway, waving goodbye to Francis and the green-eyed brunette as the two left. Elivaveta tried to wave, but sadly spilled her coffee as she did. Laughter followed them out the door.

Gilbert was having a great day. He had recently come to the conclusion that life loved him. Not only had he pulled off a great first-day prank, but now he was walking his very cute history teacher to his class.

They walked in silence, and Gilbert shot secret looks at the teacher, though Roderich simply stared ahead (secretly bemoaning his fate).

Finally, they got to the classroom, and Gilbert swaggered into the classroom, announcing his presence as he walked through the door. The girls (and quite a few boys) fawned immediately over his presence. For reasons unknown to many of the teachers, the Bad Touch Trio was quite popular. Roderich stepped in behind him and closed the door.

"Alright students, we are going to begin with attendance. Mellisa?"

"Here."

Gilbert zoned out as he thought about Roderich. He was really cute. Really, really cute. He wondered why he was so cute. Why are things cute? What is cuteness? What is life?! Gilbert was startled out of his reverie by the sound of his name being called.

"Gilbert?"

"Present!" his s rolled like a z through his slight German accent.

Roderich continued roll call, while Gilbert decided to think about his next prank, not the meaning of life.

Meanwhile, Francis and his nearly indestructible head, along with Antonio's odd sense of humor, had made their way to their first class: chemistry. Francis walked in and his eyes immediately alighted on the violet-eyed beauty he had spotted earlier. Antonio found something to amuse himself too, as Romano was in this class. Francis spotted the happy boy approach the sour-tempered old witch-man-lady with no slight amount of distaste and even more wariness. Romano was really aggressive sometimes.

The golden-haired boy snapped his attention back to violet eyes, who was now sitting in front of him. "Hello, mon amour, how do you do? My name is Francis Bonnefoy, and it's a pleasure to meet you," the words slid like honey through his mouth, thanks to his French accent.

"H-h-hello, my name is Mathew Williams."

Oh, god. Francis thought. Oh, god. He's shy. Oh, god. This is, oh, lord. I'm going to die he's SO ADORABLE. Francis had a serious spazz-out from the excitement. He's just SO CUTE.

"Oi! Don't talk to him you creeper!" a green-eyed dwarf appeared in front of Francis, bushy eyebrows drawn together in anger.

"Step aside, dwarf, I am trying to talk to Mathew."

"Mathew! What have I told you about giving strangers your personal information?! Especially creepy stalkers like he obviously is," The dwarf protectively stood in front of Mathew, which bothered Francis quite a lot.

"Yo Arthur, is this guy bothering you?" a tall, obviously buff man stood in front of the dwarf (who was probably named Arthur) forcing Francis to step back even more.

"Well he called me a dwarf, but he is mostly bothering Mathew."

"Umm, guys, h-h-he's not really bothering m-me," Mathew tried to defend his new friend, but his shy voice was barely heard. The three boys were headed toward an all-out fight.

"BAM! BOOM!" something exploded near the four boys. "If you want to fight you'll have to do it far away from my classroom!" Mr. Zwingili started yelling at them.

Oh, merde, not this again, Francis thought as a shoe came hurdling by their heads.

The dwarf (Arthur) and his tall protector immediately sat down in the seats next to Mathew, while Francis quickly moved to the seat behind the violet-eyed boy. This was going to be an interesting year.

Yup. Thats right. I'm back. I have had an interesting- what, year? It, frankly, sucked. I came close to some pretty scary sh*t. This time though, I will hopefully update every other week, and in about a month, I hope to move that down to a week. Look on my profile for more information.