Feliciano

The next Monday had started ordinarily enough.

As per usual, the Lovino and Feliciano had walked to their school together, chatting loudly all the way. As per usual, they separated once they had arrived, Lovino going to his group of friends, Feliciano going to Ludwig. As per usual, once they were allowed to enter the school and get ready for classes, the two friends were having a one-sided conversation – the side being on Feliciano's – about the previous weekend.

Morning classes came and went quickly, or as quickly as Mondays could go. When Feliciano saw Kiku in the hallways, he gave an enthusiastic wave to his friend. Kiku, in return, gave a quieter one. Lunch also went by quickly, the time spent continuing the conversation he and Lovino had in the morning.

The day had started as a normal, somewhat boring Monday. If it was any other Monday, it would have ended like one as well, with extra homework, minimal stress, and the anticipation of tomorrow.

Unfortunately, it wasn't any other Monday. The Monday's usual normalness ended the moment Feliciano's fourth period class started.

World history bored Feliciano to no end. He couldn't stand all the wars, all the problems that always arises during the topic of history. Why couldn't they settle issues with peace and perhaps a plate of good food? It would be much simpler.

As the teacher carried out her discussion on ancient civilizations, Feliciano's eyes wandered. The class had about twenty-ish students, most of them sophomores, with a two or three freshmen scattered here and there. Most of the students were just like him: pencils tapping, heads down, and otherwise bored out of their minds. A student to his left was even snoozing away.

Ludwig, right next to him, was actually paying attention, like the other few students. No surprise there; he was always dedicated to school work, ever since he came. It made no sense, but maybe that came with the serious attitude. Or was it the other way around…? Feliciano pondered on the topic for a bit, then gave up as he sketched the pretty flower that sat on the teacher's desk. It hadn't been there last Friday.

A loud clap startled him into looking up, noticing that the teacher was looking slightly peeved.

"Come on, now," the teacher chided, crossing her arms. "I need you guys to pay attention. You look more dead than my first period class! Sit up, we have an Ancient Rome to study."

A few kids grumbled, sitting a bit straighter. Satisfied, the teacher continued talking and discussing. Feliciano tapped his pencil on the desk, gaze drifting to the still-snoring kid. Maybe he could join his siesta…

Sighing, he continued shading in his flower, looking up once in a while to inspect it from his spot. Maybe after school, he could ask the teacher what type of flower it was, so he could draw it outside of class-

A loud, heavy pop, accompanied with glass shattering, made the whole class freeze. Shrieks rang through the air, with more popping sounds followed, growing louder and louder. The teacher shouted "Get down!" too late before their two windows were shattered, the bullets burying themselves into the wall and ceiling.

The class erupted in sound. Kids were shouting, crying, talking, hiding under desks, covering their heads, and so on in an attempt to calm themselves down. Feliciano had already dropped himself to the area below his desk just before the gunshots had shot into the classroom, eyes misty in shock. Heartbeat thumping wildly, he shut his eyes as his fear levels skyrocketed.

It had been a long, long time since he had been this scared.

The sound of the intercom turning on made Feliciano open his eyes a bit, curiosity flickering amongst the fear.

"Helloooooooo Blackview High School!" The intercom blared, causing the whole class to quiet and cover their ears. There was some muttering on the intercom, before the young, strangely accented voice continued. "Glad to see you're all properly scared! Did Tino scare ya with all those snipe shots? Peed your pants? Are there any teachers that fainted?" There was a pause. "No? Meh, that's fine."

The whole class devolved into a shocked silence. They had expected the principal to come on the intercom, telling everyone to calm down. Not… This person. Even the teacher looked mildly confused, her head poking out of the desk.

"So ya see, you've just been attacked by the N5! Who's the N5, you ask? Well, we're this—Hey!"

There was some scuffling that came as static noise to the class, and an "oof" came with another voice on the announcement system.

"My apologies for my friend," a new person spoke, with no emotion apparent other than heavy-laden sarcasm. "He can be… Overzealous at times."

The first man muttered something incoherent, and the other one continued.

"We speak for your principal, who is currently unavailable at the moment. This school is under a strict lockdown. If you've noticed, red screens of energy are covering all escape points in your classroom, courtesy of my friend. I don't recommend touching them."

Feliciano peeked through his desk at the door, which was indeed coursing with red electricity. So were the windows, the sparks jumping when it touched a jagged edge.

When had those arrived? Shortly after the shots? That seemed to be the most probable answer, but it didn't comfort him any more.

"I'm sure most of you have pulled out your phones to call 911. While I admire you for your levelheadedness, your attempt at safety is futile. It will take more than a simple police force to take us down."

"In other words, you're screwed!" The first voice returned, a laugh riding his words. "So be good kids and sit tight! You may or may not survive today~!" And with a click, the intercom shut off.

Feliciano hugged himself tighter, pressing his back to the edge of his chair. This had to be a nightmare. It has to, he wished fervently, shutting his eyes again. Please let it be just a dream, please let it be, please let it be-

"Alfred!"

A sizzling noise, quickly followed by a pained shout and a body landing with a thud on the carpeted floor, had Feliciano open his eyes into slits and witness a boy painfully sit up from the ground, rubbing his burned arm. The edges of his face were also burned, but not as much as his arm. Everyone stared at him in awed shock as he got up and readied a running position.

"Alfred!" The teacher hissed, crawling out halfway from her desk. Feliciano poked his head out from his desk, as well as other students who hid under their desk, to watch the exchange. "Get back to your desk!"

"We need to get out!" He protested, and he sprinted to the door and slammed his shoulder in the exact center. This time, his shout was even louder, and he was rolling around in pain as he clutched his red, peeling arm. The teacher carefully approached him, but she looked lost as she hesitated on what to do.

The red barrier surrounding the door went down, and the door was flung open. Everyone scurried back save for Alfred, who was still immobilized on the floor.

A silver-haired man no older than twenty strode in the classroom, his right hand held up in an odd way - as if he was holding a remote very loosely in his hand. A whoosh of air went through the classroom, shutting the door behind him.

The man looked like any regular college student: dark navy polo, dark jeans, black converse. His face was mostly expressionless, save for the dark vibe that he put out. He glared down at Alfred.

"What did I say about not touching the barriers?" The man asked, his voice betraying hints of exasperated annoyance. Feliciano blinked; this was the other man who spoke on the intercom. He crawled outside of his desk, still pressing himself to the floor.

Alfred momentarily stopped rolling to squint up at the man. He hissed something that Feliciano couldn't quite catch, although the venomous tone made him hypothesize it was a not-so-nice remark.

The man quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He muttered lowly, eyes narrowing. "Suit yourself."

He snapped his fingers with the raised hand.

At the time, Feliciano's mind couldn't quite comprehend what had happened. The air pressure in the area behind him dropped so fast, his ears popped. Air rushed to the empty space, creating a gust of wind so strong it made Feliciano's eyes water, and he covered his face with his arms. He didn't see Alfred lift an inch into the air and shoot back, and only realized it too late when the two boys crashed into each other, rolling over each other and skidding on the ground.

He must have blacked out as well, because he soon found himself blinking intense pain away, blearily looking up to the ceiling. His ears were ringing slightly, and his vision was double. Something dribbled down his face, and he tried to wipe it away with an unfocused hand. His fingers were red.

Someone shook his shoulder roughly, and Feliciano looked up blinking. Alfred exhaled a relieved breath, his smile crooked. His glasses were crooked.

"Okay, you're alive," Alfred sighed, his voice muted in Feliciano's ringing ears. He jabbed a thumb to the front of the classroom. "He's arguing with a guy right now."

Feliciano struggled to prop himself on his elbows, looking up. His sight was much better, and the ringing had lessened. Indeed, the silver-haired man was shouting at a somewhat taller comrade, this one bedecked in red. The door had resumed its red electrified look.

"I'm already done," he hissed, motioning to Feliciano and Alfred. "I don't need your help. Go back to Emil."

"Your brother is enough to guard a measly principal," his friend retorted, placing his hands on his hips and leering at him defiantly. "I wanna wreck shit with you guys."

"You were assigned to the principal, Mathias."

"And you are a stick in the mud," Mathias retorted, leering even closer. "And who cares where I was 'assigned'? I'm the leader, not that prickly-"

The sound of blaring sirens made him pause, glancing at the window. From where Feliciano was, he couldn't see anything outside of the red tinted windows, but he was nonetheless excited at the prospect of policemen, fire trucks, and ambulances coming and saving them.

Mathias scoffed. "Ah, the lovely authorities coming to the rescue… Not as if they can enter in the first place." He stretched, and it looked like red sparks were flickering off his back. "Come on, Lukas. I wanna mess with the authorities." He made an extravagant bow towards the door, hands arcing with his upper body, and the red barrier dropped. "See ya!" He crowed as he opened the door and exited.

Lukas caught the door with one hand before it shut all the way, taking one last glance at the class. "Make sure nobody doesn't do anything idiotic when I leave. My friend can do much better than I when it comes to punishment." He gave one final semi-glare at Alfred and Feliciano before shutting the door behind him. Moments later, the red electricity returned.

The lockdown lasted for the rest of the hour. The only sound was the sirens blaring outside the school, adding to the silent tension inside.

Their teacher had written Silence please on the chalkboard, but it wasn't as if they were loud before. Each student was sitting on their desk quietly, doing their own little activity as time drew on. Some were on their phones - most likely taking advantage of the fact that the teacher was a little out of it -, some read, some doodled, and some simply stared.

Feliciano held a tissue to his nose, blocking his bloody nose. He was much too frazzled to pick up his pencil and finish his flower, instead looking at his desk as his heart still beat quickly. Adrenaline caused his foot to tap endlessly on the floor, the carpet hushing it. He didn't notice it tapping, however.

When the bell rang to signify the end of class, everyone flinched. A few kids started packing up, but remembered grimly that they had no means of exiting the room. The soft crackling of the barriers, which could only be heard if you listened closely, mocked them all.

Feliciano's foot tapped faster. He wanted to get out, to stretch and move a little. He wanted to move so badly.

Common sense won over, telling him to stay put and be silent. You'll be able to move later, Feliciano promised himself, his foot tapping slowing. Just wait.

The intercom crackled to life again, and everyone looked up warily. What now?

"So… I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that everyone is bored out of their minds," Mathias's joking voice rang through the classroom. "Yeah, well, we are too! In a few minutes we're gonna go ahead and split, and you guys will be free to go."

The class quietly bubbled in surprised whispers. Free to go? Was he serious?

"In a few minutes, my barriers will go down, which means you can all get out. Or get in, for all the fancy authorities outside. Whatever ya do next, that's not up to me unfortunately. You've all been a great audience-well, more like hostages-and I wanna thank you for your cooperation! See ya later~!"

And with a click, the announcement system became silent once more.

Everyone was chatting excitedly, stacking items so they could leave. The teacher had tried in vain to keep the volume down, but her voice just added to the sound.

Replacing his tissue, Feliciano also started packing up quickly. Within seconds, his binder and other items were in his arms. He stole a quick glance to Ludwig, who was also silently putting away his stuff. Feliciano had the urge to strike up a friendly conversation, and so he did.

"So, Ludwig… That was pretty scary, huh?" He started… Or would have. Really, all that left his mouth was "So, Lud-" when a large, crackling sound drew his attention to the windows.

To everyone's delight, the red barriers were being dissolved right before their eyes. The barriers in front of the windows revealed their shattered, broken state, a few pieces of glass falling from the edges. The door showed no signs of abuse.

Two kids rushed to the door, eager to leave, but one of them shouted in pain as they placed a hand on the door handle.

"Hot!" The kid yelped, wringing his hand out as if it would decrease the pain. His friend stared in shock at the door handle in disbelief.

Just at that moment, the intercom system came to life, bringing in the principal's strained voice.

"Students, please remain in your classrooms until further notice. I repeat, please stay in your classrooms until further notice-" He paused for a moment, and some scuffling ensued. He then continued, his worried tone turning into a more authoritative one. "Students, please remain in your classrooms for the moment. We are contacting your guardians at this moment to pick you up, and we will notify your teacher when they arrive. If need be, we will arrange other modes of transportation. I repeat, stay in your classrooms until otherwise noted." And with a click, it turned off.

There was something similar to a collective groan throughout the classroom, and the teacher clapped nervously to shush it.

"Right then," the teacher sighed, forcing a smile. "Class, erm, dismissed!"

Feliciano Vargas – N. Italy

Lovino Vargas – S. Italy

Ludwig Beilschmidt – Germany

Kiku Honda – Japan

Tino – Finland

Alfred F. Jones – America

Emil – Iceland

Mathias – Denmark

Lukas – Norway

AH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH

I MADE THE NORDICS THE BAD GUYS

… Pleasedon'tkillme.

Fufufu, I had fun writing this chapter. Action is something I like to write. The next chapter will be even more fun to write, though. Prepare for the whole group to meet!

Tell me what you think and review! And I'm sorry to those who wanted to review the last chapter and couldn't. I think it'll work on this chapter.

See ya next chapter~!

P.S: The Nordics don't have last names… Huh…