Title: Welcome to Trost High

Pairings: Jean x Armin

Summary: Jean gets to experience European fandom.

Disclaimer: I owe nothing of Attack on Titan.

Author Notes: Apparently the word count couldn't be shrunk anymore than this finished product. I had to re-write this chapter three times and eventually squeezed it into about 21 pages. Hopefully everyone would get a laugh at this chapter.

Also, a small warning. It would seem that bashed Eren at first, but trust me, I'm not bashing Eren. I love Eren actually. It just happened to turn out like Eren-bashing. But you'll see when you continue to read.

I'll be taking this last moment to say thanks for the reviews. Extra Cheesecake, thank you very much for your kind words. The two guests that left their comments, Thank you as well. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Edit: I forgot to add in french translations. Its in the end of the chapter so you can read them.


It was a very peaceful Friday afternoon. The sun was out, kids were heard laughing in the distance as they ran about. Now, being that it was a high school, most kids would run out of there like a bat out of hell. However you still had a few that hang around to abuse the sports fields, the study workshops or... the library.

It was barely past 3:30 when the library's doors burst open. Huffing angrily, a short male figure could be seen struggling with his backpack. He was dressed in a pair of a skinny jeans and a comical graphic tee of the latest internet meme of grumpy cat with the captions reading, 'this is my happy face.' It was a message to get people cracking out with laughter. Though at the moment, the blond male was reflecting a similar expression. It didn't help the fact that he tug down his cap, since all it did was darken his expression.

Not a second later another boy came charging out of those double doors. Unlike his companion, the teenager was grinning wide and honey-brown orbs twinkling with mischief. Typical behavior, given that he was obvious a jock thanks to the Recon Scout's jersey jacket he was wearing. Though, he wasn't on the team at the moment. Made you wonder why he was wearing it in the first place.

"I can't believe you got us kicked out..."

"I can't believe you wouldn't do my homework for a blow job."

Armin had to roll his eyes as he walked down the hall, heading for the exit that lead to the parking lots. "Really? You're going to woo me into doing your homework? Very smooth Jean, very smooth."

"Oh come on! You know you've been dreaming about these lips."

He wasn't going to look back. Heck, Armin pulled down his cap in order to hide his blush. Why on earth did he have to say things like that?! What the heck is wrong with you Jean?!

Instead Armin quicken his pace. He had to put some distance between himself and the jock, before he does something stupid. Like say... push him against the lockers and make out with him?

"Oh shut your fat mouth up already." Armin snapped back. He wasn't in a mood for this.

"Oh come on, I was only joking. Sheesh, don't need to get your panties in a twist."

Twirling around, Armin stop Jean with a glare. Yup, that man paled at the sight of a pissed off Armin. Shoving his hands into his 'students' front pockets, a pair of keys were pulled out. "I'm driving. Now come on. We still need to finish your physics assignments. If you pass this then you'll be back on the team by next week."

It was true. After a few weeks of being with Armin, Jean's grades were picking up rather well. Even his attendance was improving! Armin was actually happy that he got kicked out of class so much. Then he gets to stroll through the school and making sure Jean was in his classes. If he wasn't in class, well he knew the trouble he'd be in if he wasn't in class. Jean experienced what happens when he wasn't in class.

Oh, you want to know how Armin managed to tame the wild Jean? Its simple really.

All Armin had to do was tell a certain friend that was on the football team that Jean wasn't listening to him. Then certain friend will bring his other certain friend and give Jean a hard time. Eventually Jean will try to avoid all sorts of confrontation, because if it comes up to the principle that he's been fighting he won't be able to get back onto the football team. Ever. Again. So after many hours of being harassed, Jean finally breaks down at Armin's feet and demands he tells his crazy friends to fuck off.

Ever since then, there hasn't been an issue. That or Jean tries to annoy Armin to the point so that he can get away with his slacking.

Actually it was that annoyance that was causing Armin to be ticked off in the first place. He's been trying to avoid as much school work as possible. On top of that he's been making inappropriate jokes. Armin didn't know why the heck he was doing it to start with. All he knew was that it was starting to get on his nerves.

"See, you can't wait to get into my pants." Armin wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face... with a mind blowing kiss. Yes. He wanted to kiss that smug smile off his face and leave that man on the floor, panting and aching for more. Wait, wasn't he suppose to be angry at him?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, "Honestly Jean... You couldn't even handle me in bed. So quit trying to get into my pants."

Armin smirked when he heard Jean splutter in embarrassment. Ha. Take that, you stupid-handsome-sexy-jock-of-the-year.

Okay, wtf brain. What gives? Quit thinking about his good looks.

"Fuck you Armin..." Jean managed to say after several moments of spluttering and such. Really, was that the best he had?

"When and where Jean?" Pausing a moment, Armin couldn't help but think aloud. "I swear, this is going to become a 'Cow Did It' joke if this continues."

"Cow did it?" Jean was confused by that one. "And where are we going?"

"Never mind the cow. Its an Irish thing. We're going to my place to finish your assignment. I know Hanji is going to be around my place, so that would be an extra bonus for us... Or so I hope." Armin had to think on that one.

"Hanji? What kind of a name is that?" Jean tugged at the back of Armin's shirt. Seriously, why is this guy getting so grabby all of a sudden.

"You know what... I don't know. Now that I think about it, it could be her surname. Would make sense if it was German, however something is telling me that its Norwegian. Hrmmm..." Pulling out his phone, Armin began to surf the web as he shoulder the exit door open.

"I swear, you're such a dork." Jean muttered as he followed along with a grin. "Also I managed to sneak my dad's Camaro out."

Shoving the phone into his pocket, Armin spun on the hell. Staring at Jean directly into the eye, the shorter male whispered in a deathly tone. "Don't fuck with me Jean. You know better than trying to fuck with me." His lips peeled back as he delivered his infamous scumbag face.

One of the reasons why Armin enjoyed his crush(stalking) on Jean was that he always seen the teen driving classics. He never asked why or where he got the classic cars. All he knew was that he wanted to drive them. The other day he managed to drive the 69 Charger, but he was too high to actually enjoy the experience. But to hear that the brunette brought the infamous Camaro... Gawd, Armin could like... have a very embarrassing moment in his pants because of that.

Jean jump out of his skin and actually took a few steps back. "Whoa, whoa." he said as he raised his hands as a sign of submission. It was obvious that the jock didn't want to stand outside, in some secluded area with the 'dark side' of Armin. "I'm serious. Not fuckin around with you."

Armin considered the words as he stared at the jock. Actually forget what he said. He actually wanted to wear Jean's Recon Scouts jersey jacket. He'd look so fabulous with that on. Yes, his brain was going on hyperactive mode.

Though, he didn't drop his creepy gaze. "What year?"

"..Um... 67?"

He couldn't believe his ears. Jean brought the 67 model! Grinning mad he then turned on the heel and darted off to the parking lot.

"O-oi! Where you going?! Its the other way!"

So Armin ran the other way!

All Armin knew was that he was going to drive a 1967 Camaro! Not just any Camaro mind you! It was the first generation of Camaro's built by Chevrolet. It was one of ultimate car of classic. And Armin was going to be sitting in that drivers seat, going nuts! Oh gawd, he could imagine Levi's face when he drives in.

Oh yeahhh, he was going to be the cool one tonight! Take that you Frenchie bastard!

Breathing was difficult as Armin ran. Heck, his legs were burning by the time he got to the parking lot. He really needed to get out more and try to work out. Maybe do some laps with Mikasa and Eren. Actually that sounded like a great idea.

What didn't sound like a great sound was when something collided with his side. In the distance he heard Jean yelling a, "The fuck man!?" The teen took the words right out of Armin's mouth. It felt as though he was ran over by a car doing 40. Well... maybe a car doing 25. He knew how it felt when a car slammed into at 40mph.

The concrete scrapped at his side as whatever slammed into him landed heavily on top. The groan of pain was silenced as the wind was pushed out of him. Oh gawd. He needed air.

"Armin, did you see the Camaro?!" He knew that voice. That voice was on top of him. That voice is going to get an...

"Ass beating. I swear Eren, when I'm done with you, you won't be walking straight for months." That would have been threatening, if it weren't for the fact that his voice was a tad bit shaky and wheezy.

Armin's best friend was in his football gear, minus the helmet. The crazy bastard was grinning down at him, not caring that his face was all gritty from practice. If anything, he looked like a happy puppy who just saw the biggest bone in his life being laid out in front of him on golden platter.

He wouldn't be surprised if Eren's tongue lolled out and slobbered him up right then and there.

Shaking the smaller boy, "Do that after we see the Camaro!"

Slapping at the hands, Armin caught sight of Mikasa walking toward them. Lets not forget a very worried Jean marching over. Actually, scratch that about Mikasa walking. She changed her pace to a light jog as she headed for Jean. Armin had to wonder why.

"What the fuck is your problem Jaeger!?" Jean practically yelled. Well, that would explain why Mikasa was rushing over. "You could have hurt him, you dumbshit! Seriously, what kind of friend are you?!"

It was so normal for these two to argue that no one really gave a damn as to what happened. It was like watching blue skies get cloudy. Not that Armin actually liked to see them argue. It was unavoidable to be honest. With Eren's temper and Jean's inability to think before he speaks, you really shouldn't be surprised when shit hits the fan.

Though, no matter how much they argued, Armin never seen Jean get this pissed off before. His face was absolutely livid and flushed red with rage. Lips pulled back, baring teeth as a small snarl could be heard. Sharp brows were knitted so close together that it caused his handsome features to look menacing. His whole figure was outlined with a tight knot of tension, as though it was trying to suppress the bubbling rage inside. However none of that could compare to the raw emotion being expressed in his eyes.

Normally, Jean's eyes were a lovely honey brown. Depending on the mood, the colors would fluctuate between lighter to darker tones of brown. Armin had seen how dark those eyes got when he was angry. The color he saw today though, it was almost inhuman.

The irises glowed in a smoldering auburn, mimicing the color of copper rather well. Though with the mid afternoon sun beating down onto his head, that lovely copper tone seem to intensify even more. It was as though they were glowing a fiery red.

Jean wasn't just pissed. He was demonically-possessed pissed. No, seriously. That's how it looked like to Armin. If you smacked on a pair of horns on him, his bulky figured would look ten-times more frightening. Get some fangs and claws and you'll double that terror. You'd have to be an idiot to mess with the man in that current mood of his.

"Shut your mouth, you Horse-faced fuck!" And Eren was that idiot to do it.

"Eren, please don't start..." Armin began as he sudden lost all his flare from earlier. He didn't want them fighting over him.

"Fuck you, Jaeger. You could have seriously injured him." Jean was held back by Mikasa as he tried to approached. Pulling his arm back, "Don't tell me you're going to approve of his behavior too!" he shouted at the girl.

Mikasa shook her head and looked like she was about to put in her 2 cents, if it weren't for Eren yelling at Jean.

"Armin isn't hurt, you idiot. We always do this. Now mind your own business and piss off." Eren didn't bother to get off of Armin's prone form. Instead, he forced the smaller boy to sit up, so so that he can wrap the blond up in his arms. Ah, the possessiveness of his best friend was... very suffocating.

Gritting his teeth, Jean tried to approach the pair of males, most likely just to kick Eren off of Armin. However Mikasa kept a firm grip on the taller teen. He was about to tell her off, but Mikasa just silenced him with a glare.

Glancing over at Eren, "Eren, I have to agree with this idiot here." That was... shocking. Mikasa never went against Eren. Even for Armin's defense. Sure she was just as possessive as Eren when it came to their friendship, but it was always obvious that Eren meant more to her. "If you had the helmet on, it would have been stuck in his rib cage."

At least Jean calmed down by a fraction.

Eren's jaw went slack from shock. He really didn't think that, now did he? Then again, with football practice, Eren can forget how gentle he needed to be with Armin. Its not your normal, 'hey I'm with teammates' gentle tackle. You needed the, 'I'm playing with a baby' gentle tackles. Armin hated to admit it, however he wasn't very fond of crack skulls and broken ribs. He experienced that already thanks to a car crash. Once was enough for him.

Letting his shoulders drop Eren then glanced down at Armin. "... Did I hurt you?"

Armin's chest clenched with anxiety and guilt. He didn't know how things went downhill so fast. All he wanted to do was just see the rare classic and drive it home. Not start up problems.

"No..." Biting onto his lower lip, small hands then pressed themselves against Eren's padded shoulders. Mumbling softly, "Air."

"Uh, right." Eren mumbled awkwardly as he pulled away from his friend. "Sorry 'bout that..."

"S'alright." Armin mumbled after he sucked in a breath of air. He had to wince at the bruising his side would have to endure, but other than that... he seem fine. Now if only he could get his hands to stop shaking. He felt pathetic that he couldn't stop his hands from jittering.

"I swear Jaeger..." Jean could be heard approaching.

Glancing up, Armin's vision was obscured by something big and blue? Wha? What was this thing on his face. Whatever it was, someone was moving it away from his face and adjusting it onto his shoulders. Jean could be seen kneeing in front of him, without his jacket on.

"Here. Um... you're shaking all over so..." Jean began as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

A familiar heat risen to his cheeks as Armin glanced down at the jacket. Tracing the T logo, the blond couldn't help but smile in a bashful manner. Mumbling softly, "You sure? I reek of cigarette smoke..." Its true, he does.

A cigarette sounded amazing at the moment to be honest.

Armin was expecting Jean to yank the material off his shoulders when he seen him reach over. That didn't happen. Instead the brunette just adjusted the jacket on his shoulders, making sure Armin was snugly fit into the material. "I don't care. You smell nice anyway."

The blush intensified as Armin burrowed himself into the oversized jacket. Mumbling softly, "Stop saying stuff like that, or else I'll start smoking..."

"As I said, I don't care." Jean was way too honest at times.

Hiding his smile, Armin then spared a quick glance over at his friends. They were both whispering to one another, often glancing at Jean and himself. Now he was curious as to what they were talking about. From Eren's expression, he was certain that it wasn't very positive. His best friend looked right down pissed off and... possibly envious? No, not envious. More like he didn't want to share his to with the other kids on the playground. Selfishness. That was it.

He couldn't help but sigh at that one. What a mess he made. Why did his friend have to be angry at him? He couldn't help but like the man Eren hated the most. Plus he had a deal to keep up with.

A pack of Camels were dug out of his pockets. Slipping a stick between his lips, "Um, do you have a curfew Jean?" They needed to get to his place to finish that darn project. The sooner its done, the better. And dammit, why can't he light up this cigarette.

Jean's hands wrapped around his own. Or, more specifically, the lighter. Flicking the switch a few times, a flame was then produced. "Not really, so long as I give my folks a call."

"Thank you." Armin mumbled as he inhaled the smoke. The familiar burn was something that Armin needed. The nicotine was already doing quick work at relaxing his nerves. Pressing his shoulder against Jean's, Armin used the jock for support. "Okay. I have a feeling we'll be working pretty late on your project. But if it gets too late I won't feel comfortable if you drive out in the dark."

Jean hummed softly and casually drape his arm across Armin's shoulders. "Really? I have the whole weekend to work on it."

"The sooner you get it done, the better." taking a drag, he then offered the cigarette to Jean. The jock turned it down with a hasty shake of his head. Shrugging, Armin glanced over at Eren and Mikasa once more. "You two okay?"

The pair stop their whispering and glanced up. Mikasa just gave Armin an impassive shrug of the shoulders while Eren rubbed at the back of his neck.

"Yeah. You two just seem... close." Eren began as he shot a glare toward Jean.

Glancing up at the jock, Armin raised a brow. Have they really gotten close? Jean shared a similar look with Armin. He couldn't help but giggle into his cigarette. "I guess you can say so... Jean's not that bad Eren." That earned him a grateful smile from the taller male.

"Hear that, I'm not that bad!" Jean stuck his tongue out at Eren.

The said teen just narrowed his eyes and muttered a, "You still look like a horse."

"You still look like a douchebag." Jean stated loud and clear.

"Ha! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your face is full of fail!"

"At least I don't look like I got permanently shitted on!"

"Why you-"

"You both look like idiots." Armin announced as he proceeded to stand. At least that got the pair to shut up, for a second. They were whining at the insult a moment later.

"I'm thinking more of Ethal Merman." Mikasa stated as she tugged at the back of Eren's jersey.

"I have to agree with you there. They do look like Ethal Merman!"

"THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!" Jean and Eren shouted this out in union.

Mikasa hid her giggling face behind that obnoxious red scarf. Armin on the other hand just grin wide and expressed his amusement. It was giggles and smokes for him!

"Fuck this... Armin, have you seen the Camaro yet?" Eren began as he leaned back against Mikasa.

"I was actually heading to see Jean's car." Armin stated as though it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Jean owns that?" Mikasa shifted her gaze over to the teen.

Puffing out his chest, "Hell yeah! That baby is all mine..." and the mutters, "As soon as my dad gives me the papers..."

"Its a shitty car." Turning on his heel, Eren marched off after that. Mikasa trailed along from behind, muttering to him. Armin managed to catch a soft, 'be a bit nicer for Armin's sake.' like that would happen. Sure Eren could pull it off, but when it came to interacting with Jean... All promises are thrown out the window.

"I don't get how you hang around with an asshole like him." Jean's soft voice was heard. Peering up, blue orbs stared into those warm honey-brown ones. If Armin wasn't careful, he'd find himself getting lost into those eyes. "You okay though? You don't hurt anywhere, right?"

Smiling at the other teen, Armin shook his head. "No pain." Playing with the hem of the jacket, "... You, didn't have to get so angry on my behalf though. As Eren said, it is a normal routine for us..."

"Don't tell me not to get angry when someone is hurting my friends." A bite of anger was heard as his eyes darkened. He was quick to direct his attention over to where Eren and Mikasa stood. Glancing off that way as well, Armin took notice that the pair were waiting near Jean's ride.

Sucking onto the butt of the cigarette, Armin didn't comment to what Jean said just yet. If anything, he was interested in watching his cigarette slowly smolder away. Plus thinking on Jean's words.

Friends. He actually thought of Armin as his friend.

They have known each other for almost a whole month. Heck, just two days ago they smoked for the first time on the roof. Well, it more of Armin stealing kisses as he shotgun the high to the jock. His lips still tingled at the memory, causing an animalistic craving to coil at the bottom of his gut.

After they satisfied their munchies(ha, like that would ever happen), Armin rushed back home. He didn't want to be anywhere near Trost district. Just get home as soon as possible, lock himself in his room and squeal like a little school as he recorded everything into his journal. Yes. He had a journal. He like writing things that happened to him!

There was also an issue with how horny he got after that. Sitting with the boy during their tutoring session was absolute torture. He secretly wondered if Jean caught onto his nervous fidgeting due to being so close to the brunette. It would make sense why he was making such lewd comments at him.

Shaking the thought out of mind, Armin then turned toward Jean. There was no need to think about those things. Getting up onto his tippy toes, a chaste kiss was pressed at the corner of the man's mouth. Mumbling a soft "Thank you." Armin then ran off to meet with his friends.

If Armin bothered to look back at the other teen, he would have seen Jean cupping his face with a dopey grin plastered on. Right where Armin kissed him. Oh yeah, that boy has it bad. Not that Armin knew about it.

"I thought you guys left."

While Mikasa shrugged her shoulders, Eren just puffed his cheeks out in a childish manner. "Yeah, just making sure that Hor-erm... Kirstein here isn't pulling some stupid shit on you."

Armin raised a brow at that one as he glanced over his shoulder at Jean. The man was walking on over in a dazed state of mind. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. Do you know how adorable it was to watch the brunette sway about in a love-sick drunken stagger? Armin seriously wanted to run toward the man and tackle him into a bone-crushing hug. Not that Armin could achieve such a physical feat. That would be impossible for Armin, considering how physically challenged he was.

"You should be more worried if he's safe around me." turning his attention to his friend, "Plus I'm bringing him home so that we can finish his assignment. Hanji should be there, so you know what that means."

"Jean will become her new test subject." Mikasa smirked at that one.

"I hope she cuts him up bad." Eren grumbled. "Damn horse-faced bastard..."

Shaking his head, Armin then skip past the pair. Laying himself over the lovely car's hood, "Mikasa! Draw me like one of your french girls!"

The got his friend's laughing. Finally some smiles were shared. He hated to see them upset because of something silly he was involved with. It was an unnecessary burden his friend's had to deal with. Heck, they had enough to deal with as it stood.

"Armin, what are you doing?" At least Jean got out of his stupid hazy phase.

Mikasa dug through her school bag, "You'll have to be naked for this Armin." Pulling out a sketchbook and a pencil, "I'll be drawing him like one of my french-twins Jean."

That caught the man's interests. "Oh... Naked?"

"Do you have to be a creep about it, Horseshit?" Eren huffed as he crossed his arms.

"Do you have to be loud, Douche-bag?" Daggers were glared!

Armin watched the interaction for a few moments. Why was it so hard for them to be civil with each other?

Cheeks were glowing when Armin caught Jean's gaze. Even though he was listening with half an ear to Eren's insults, his attention was kept on the blond. He look excited about something. Could it be due the idea of seeing a bit of skin from Armin?

Gnawing onto his lower lip, Armin gave it a serious thought. He honestly wanted to know just how far those early comments went.

"I won't be naked like a wee baby, but I can give you some skin." and flashes a grin at Mikasa.

Both brows went up as she stared at Armin. "... Do it." That's when he realized that his friend was joking about the naked thing. Ah well, he couldn't back out of it now.

He couldn't believe he was doing this on a 67 Camaro. He was totally going to hell for pull this one off. Opening the jacket so that it slip off his shoulders, Armin then pulled the black grump cat graphic teen up and over his head. Fingers were then curled around the waist band of his skinny jeans. Unbuttoning the fly, it was tug down enough just to reveal his black boxer briefs.

Laying back against the hood, Armin positioned himself in a very sexual manner. Might as well get a kick out of things when you can, right? If only it was that simple. He knew his face was redder than the Camaro he was laying on top of. It didn't help that he felt Jean's eyes on him, hungrily taking in every inch of his exposed flesh.

Oh, it was a sight to see. Armin knew he was sexy, he just had this thing called modesty. You know, he didn't want to prance about and look like a total tramp. Which, mind you, he wasn't. If anything, he wanted to keep his piercings a secret from the general public of the school. That's right, piercings. The teen pierced both his nipples last year and you know what, it was totally worth it. Though, he had a feeling Jean was more interested in what was decorating his left pectoral. It wasn't something freaky. It was just a tattoo.

The tattoo was the start of what would become a whole sleeve. For now, it was a simple ocean wave under a rising sun. The colors stood out on his snow white skin. Very simple, yet very beautiful. The plans was to make the design into a 'what laid beneath the sea,' concept. Reefs, sea life, vibrant colors and all the works. It was going to be a long project that would require a lot of money. Especially considering the details of the work that was going to be put in. Something he couldn't really take out of his inheritance money for, since he plans on using the funds for his college education.

See, Armin is a very responsible pothead with dreams.

Throwing his head back, "I'm ready for you, Mikasa."

The girl stood there for a moment and stared. Tucking the book underneath her arm, a smarphone was then pulled out. A camera flash went off. "Blackmail." was stated as she then went back to her sketchbook and quickly scribbled out the basic gesture laid out in front of her.

Eren was cracking up laughing. Not to mention taking pictures for his own personal use. "Blackmail indeed."

Seriously, was Armin a piece of meat that they had to use such a lame excuse to take pictures? He actually wondered how Levi managed to shake his naked bum at the sleazy public.

A quick glance at Jean revealed that the man was absolutely engrossed in the sight of Armin laid out in front of him. Cheeks glowed a vibrant red as his jaw clenched in what could be described as struggle on self control. A fist laid against his lower half of the face, most likely hiding the fact that he was gnawing his lip in fustration. Those eyes, though. That's what got to Armin – yet again. Hungry, heated and intense. Armin felt like he was wanted; needed like a man starved from liquids.

A heavy, hot knot tightened at the bottom of Armin's gut. He had to tear his gaze away or else certain parts of his anatomy would be popping up for attention. He didn't want too, but goddammit he was going to keep his dignity.

Eren snapped a photo of Jean's expression, "Seriously man, you're looking like a creep."

"I think he looks...adorable." Armin wanted to say something else entirely, but that would do for now.

He didn't seem to notice Eren's comments very much. He still had that heated gaze directed at Armin. "Your boobs look fantastic..."

"..." Boobs?

He had boobs?

He didn't have boobs! He had pecs! Man pecs! Firm pecage of the man! Sure they weren't bulky like Reiner's. That man's pecs could be considered boobs. But not Armin. He had very firm, lean pecs... and very rosy nipples too. He worked really hard to get these man pecs! Do you know how much he suffered by doing push ups in his room? It was the only way that he can build up the muscle in order to do 10 push ups in a row for class... if they were modified push ups... God, he was pathetic.

Yanking his shirt back into place, the jersey jacket was pulled up. Sliding off the car, Armin stomp off to the driver side. "I don't have boobs, you jerk." and the cigarette was spat out.

"Huh? Where he go?!" a loud smack was heard. "The fuck man!? Why the fuck you slap me for?!"

"Armin doesn't have boobs, you dumbass."

"He has nice girly man pecs." Mikasa stated as she followed along.

"Oh, geee. Thanks. I feel so great about my manly image now Mikasa."

"You're welcome, my little coconut."

And only Mikasa can get away with calling him that.

Sure, her attempt at humor wasn't the best. You got to remember, she was a goth. She rocked out the black eyeliner, lipstick and... nail polish... and clothes... Anyway. She rocked it out really well. She was the definition of goth, so that meant her humor was either non-existent or reallly dry. Like in this case. It was a dry and unoriginal nickname for Armin.

Unlocking the car, Armin then felt Mikasa tug at his blond locks. Glancing to the side, he raised a brow at the woman.

She nodded off to the other side of the parking lot, "We'll see you this weekend, right?"

Nodding, "Yeah. Tomorrow you have your tournament right?"

"5 at the downtown location."

"Dontow?" That earned him a pinch on the cheek. Laughing, "Okay, okay. I'll be there to see you kick ass while I try not to vomit at the smell of feet and ass." She smiled at that one and gave Armin a quick hug.

Eren wandered on over and pulled Armin into a tight hug. "You give us a call if anything happens, alright?"

Laughing and cringing at the smell of the football uniform, "I'll be calling alright, once I get away from your jersey. Seriously man, don't you wash up after practice?"

"I would if they weren't renovating the shower stalls." Eren stated as he rubbed his armpit against Armin's face.

"Ewwww! Knock it off Eren! Mikassssaaaaaaaa!" He couldn't stop laughing. Why the heck can't he stop laughing? Well, it was a brotherly thing to do.

Letting go, "God, you're such a crybaby." Eren then tug the blond's cap down. "See ya, baby bro."

"Bah! Not a crybaby! You two drive safe!" waving at the pair, the cap was then pulled off. Musing up his blond locks, a quick glance to the side shown that Jean was leaning against the car's rooftop.

"You guys are really close, aren't ya?" Those curious questions again. Well, it was to be expected since they tend to be loud and obnoxious at times.

"Yeah... we're just a family of misfits and dysfunctional brats."

Yanking the door open, Armin poke his head inside and did the girliest squeal he could possibly make. Which really didn't help his manly image at the very moment. However! It was beautiful inside. The leather was soft and look a bit worn, but still in its original state. The dashboard was polished and there was no dent in sight. The shift stick had Armin giggling though. The knob was replaced with a mini TARDIS. It was cute and tickled at his inner nerd.

Pulling back, Armin called out. "Your dad is a Dr. Who fan?!"

Jean glanced up from the other side of the car. "Um... No. My mom is." he rubbed at the back of his neck as he smiled a bit. "My old man made a custom job just to impress mom when she returned to the states for the last time."

"Really? Where is your mom from?"

"Alsace, France." Jean blushed some as he opened the passenger side side door and slid inside.

"Oh mon dieu. C'est beau la-bas!" Armin whispered in french. He couldn't help but have a dreamy smile sprout on his features. Slipping into the driver side, the blond continued as he scooted the seat up. "J'ai ere a Chateau du Haut-Kcenigsbourg quand jetais plus jeune avec Levi. Vue magnifique."

Jean gawked at the other teen. Slowly a grin manifested onto his handsome features. "Vous parlex francais?"

Armin nodded as he revved up the engine. "Oui! Le francais est une belle langue."

Jean's rich laugh filled the air as he leaned back, "Wow. Who taught you?" Jean switched to english.

Digging out his phone, Armin took control of the radio. Plugging in the Macally cassette tape, the familiar sounds of an android device's clicking noise echoed through the speakers. "My mom always spoke to me in other languages before she passed. Then my grandfather kept it up, though he wasn't very fluent in french. Levi was the one that drilled the proper pronunciation and such into my head."

Selecting a song, the soothing hum of a guitar was heard. It didn't last long before chanting of rowdy Irish men were heard. Armin couldn't help but hum with the chanting of, 'The boys are back.' Yes. Armin was a Dropkick Murphys fan. It was expected, since he was a Welsh kid that lived in Boston for a few years.

"Languages? How many are.. wait, what on earth are you playing?" Jean blinked as he peered at the phone. "The Dropkick... Murphys?"

"Irish punk from the roots of South Boston." Shifting gears, Armin then glanced over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. He never told Jean that he didn't have his license. Not that he needs to know.

"Wasn't expecting that on his list of music..." Jean mumbled.

Armin laughed at Jean's bewildered expression. No one could expect what genres were in Armin's music collection. Then again, most would assume that he was all about Mozart and Beethoven. Oh how wrong they were. Armin was the sort of fellow that listened to multiple genres that held common and obscured artists.

"Most don't, then again, most don't know me very well." Driving through the parking lot, Armin honked at his best friends in their Volvo. Waves were exchanged along with smiles.. "Man, your dad took care of this baby. The engine is purring like my ex after a really good round of shagging. And let me tell ya, he purrs."

"Your ex?" Jean laughed at that one. "Wonderful bit of information. But yeah. This baby, among with the other classics, have been with us thanks to Gramps. Its a family tradition to pick up cars, fix em and give it to the eldest. That and the business."

"Really now? Sounds like you're well off." Another cigarette was produced as Armin slowed down at the light. "Are you an only child?"

"No. I got an older sister and then my baby twin brothers." Opening the glove compartment a lighter was heard clicking. Jean was a darling with those lighters.

"Thanks." Armin mumbled as he suck in the smoke. Rolling down the windows, "Sounds like a busy house... I wonder how it is to have real siblings." A dry laugh escaped his lips as he thought on that.

"Depends on what happens. With my siblings, we just annoy each other like there's no tomorrow. I know some folks that have big families but they don't get along and everyone is a complete stranger." Tosses the lighter back into the glove compartment.

"Hmmm. Makes sense I guess." Taking a drag, "What kind of business does your family run?"

"Auto shop. We got chains all over Trost and a few in Stohess."

"A family of grease monkeys." Armin was soooooo happy that Jean's jacket reached to his knees. It done well to hide the tightness occurring in his pants. Can you imagine Jean as a mechanic? All sweaty and grimy after working several hours underneath a hot rod, dressed in a pair of tight jeans and boots. Man. He'd bend Jean over onto the hood of the car and screw him in many, many ways.

"Yeah, that's us Kirstein's." Jean laughed, obviously unaware of his blond friend's little problem.

Adjusting his legs a moment, "Do you Kirsteins also work on bikes?"

"Depends on which shop you drop off by. Though if you come over to the main one, my old man would work on 'em. What, you got a motorcycle? I swear, its like you're trying way to hard to be manly."

Rolling his eyes, "Its not mine. It's Levi's and he's been working on that damn thing for ages. Even Hanji tried to butt in, but each time that happens it just causes a mess of things till Erwin comes around to break those two apart."

"Your place sounds like a madhouse! What gives?"

Thinking on it for a moment, Armin then flashed a grin. "It is a mad house actually... But we have our moments of peace. Levi likes it when things are peaceful, something I actually appreciate. Its just that stuff happens at random times because of the people we know. Eren and Mikasa come around and everything is going well till Eren does something. So it ends up with Levi chasing Eren while Mikasa is chasing Levi and I'm behind them all trying to get it on camera. I got to show you the clip when Levi managed to strip Eren buck naked before tying him up to the lamp post outside."

"No way! You're fucking me sideways. You have to show me that."

"If I was fucking you sideways, you'd be begging for more." Armin stated simply.

An awkward pause fell on those two.

Damnit, why did Armin open his big mouth?! Why was he so damn horny?! Why the heck did he have to suffer through all of this?!

Coughing softly, "... Are you really that good in bed?"

"Why? You wanna find out if you're actually straight or something?"

"What are you talking about? I know what I like. Not that... well, umm... ermm... SO, where exactly are we?" Talk about a quick change of topic. It sounded forced. Like Jean didn't want to talk about it at all.

Armin couldn't help but eye the brunette at the corner of his vision. He had to wonder. Did this mean that Jean was interested in him? It could be possible, considering the look he got earlier when he... exposed himself for a candid shot. "We're in Shiganshina district. Its just another five minute drive and we'll be in Utgard."

The ride transformed from being a lovely sub-urban neighborhood with corner shops to... well, this. This being abandoned homes, shops and empty streets littered with trash and not the greatest of graffiti scrawled onto walls. More and more buildings looked run down with each passing block. Even though this was still the nicer part near the two districts it shown just how bad things were getting.

Shiganshina district use to do really well, similar to how Trost is today. That was wayyyy back in the days, like during WWII era and such. It wasn't till the early 50s that things went bad. The district on this side of the tracks was really small, so it was convenient to use during the segregation days. So the new Mayor for that year pushed as many minorities as possible into Shiganshina and forgot that it ever existed. A lot of white elitist groups came around and started all sorts of violence.

When the Civil rights movement became more aggressive, Shiganshina was slowly getting a clean up. But the damage was so deeply rooted in the district that it was almost impossible to get rid of the problems. Drugs, gang activity, prostitution, trafficking. You know it, you name it, you can find it in these neck of the woods.

Right now the only "safer" neighborhoods in the district are near the edge. For Armin and his friends, they lived in Utgard, which happened to be the closest to Trost's Mitras neighborhood. Still, didn't mean that everything was sparkles and fucken sunshines out here.

"You guys travel all the way from Shiganshina to get to school? That way out of your neck of the woods. What gives?"

"There's no gridiron teams in our neighboring schools. Its all about basketball or track. Eren really wanted to do gridiron, so Mikasa and I help him with the entrance exams and voila, we're in Trost High." Plus Armin didn't want to mention how dangerous the school he was suppose to be going to was. He knew he wouldn't survive there for long for the way he looked and such.

"Gridiron?"

"That's what us Europeans call American Football. I can't view it as footy." shrugs some at that. It was the honest truth.

"Really now... Well, ain't you a fancy one. Still, it sucks that you have to go so far out for school cause the local ones don't got football." Jean flipped the visors down and checked himself out on the mirror. He stuck out his tongue and went nyahhh for a moment.

Armin giggled at Jean's antics. Really, what on earth was that man doing? Accelerating the car a bit more, they went over the train tracks only to go on a tiny hop. Just a tiny one. That got Jean yelping loudly as he latched onto the side of the Camaro. Really? That wouldn't really save him...

"Hey! Don't go so fast!"

"Really? Don't go so fast? Come on Jean, don't tell me you drive like an old man." The image of the other boy obeying the law as he rode around a beauty of a car was just amusing. Not to mention it didn't even mix well.

"I don't. I just don't want you to mess it up. It'll be on my shoulders ya know." Jean rubbed at the back of his neck during his explanation.

He did have a point there. The car itself was worth a good 50 grand, the least. At most, maybe 90 to 100, depending on who was desperate enough to get the original parts. That is, if the car did have original parts.

Pulling at his lower lip between his teeth, "Sorry." Was mumbled out. He really should have thought on that before hand. If anything happened to the car it was all because of Jean, since he trusted Armin to drive the vehicle.

"Its alright man... I know, anyone would want to go fast in a beast like this one." Jean mumbled out in what could be assumed as an apologetic tone? It sure sounded like one, even though Jean tried to hide it.

"You know, you're a dork, right?" Armin couldn't help but smile.

"I'm a sexy dork. Get it right, Arlert." And Jean flashed the cheesiest of grins known to man kind.

Giggling behind his hand, "Okay. Sexy dork it is."

That got Jean puffing out his chest with a very satisfied smirk. Did he really feel all that grand because Armin agreed? Most likely wanted a stroke of the ego. Ha. Look at that, Armin made a joke.

Shaking his head at that, the vehicle was then steered right. Cruising down the street, the blond couldn't help but raise a brow at a very familiar figure. No way was that wacky woman walking down the road, reading a book while wearing a pair of slippers and a bath robe.

"I am I seeing this correctly?" Jean's breath tickled at Armin's ear.

Giggling, "Yup. And give me some space!" Before I tie you down in the back and bite you all over.

Leaning heavily against the opened window, the car then slowed down to a crawl. The figure didn't seem to notice that she had company follow beside her. Then again, she was pretty much blind if she wasn't looking anywhere else than her book.

"Oi, Professor. We need to have sex." Armin drawled out in the sexiest voice he could muster.

"Armin, what the hell?!" Jean whispered on the side. Armin gave him no mind.

The woman didn't even bother to look up from her book. If anything, her response was automatic. "Go away nerd, I'm busy doing stuff and things."

"Its for science! C'mon. Drop yo drawers son, we gots them science to do."

That got the woman's attention. Wiping her head up, "The hell you say son!?" and then stops what she was doing. "Where did you get that car? Oh my gawd. Where did you get it!? God damnit Armin, you better tell me right now!"

Grinning wide, the car came to a full stop. "Drugs. Selling some hardcore drugs."

The so called professor raised a dubious brow at him. "You and I both know that your pussy white nerdy ass couldn't pull that one off. Now, where you get the car?"

Jean barked out a laugh. "Oh shit. She called you a pussy!"

Slapping Jean with the sleeve of his own jacket, "Shut up, dork!" Returning his attention to the woman, "It belongs to this dork's father. Come on, we'll squeeze you into the trunk."

"Forget that!" Next thing Armin knew was that the door was yanked open and he found himself being smother by pink. Lets not forget that the seat was forced back, which caused someone's fat ass to slam into his guy, thus cutting off any sort of oxygen into his system. "Ack! Geddofff!"

Pulling the door close the woman didn't hesitate to step onto the gas. At least she moved her big rear onto his lap, thus granting airflow.

Turning his gaze toward Jean, "HAI! I'm Hanji Zoe! You can call me Hanji. Who are you? Where you from? Does this baby have the originals to it? My god, you got cute sideburns. Why are you with this nerd here? Do you go to school with him? Are you dating him? You look like the type for him to date. By the way, did you know you have have something in your teeth? Actually, did you know that-"

It was expected to hear so many questions being fired out all at once. You'd think Hanji would remember to stop for a breath, but that was most likely not going to happen. So in a case like this you had to yell at the woman.

"Hanji! Road! Watch the road you mad woman!" Armin's muffled cries was heard.

"Oh right! Sorry!" She didn't even bother to face the road till she passed a red light.

"Whoa. Not so many at once. I know I'm very irresistible guy, but sheesh. Come on, breath woman." Jean laughed. "I'm Jean. I go to the same school with Armin. And yeah, this babe has the originals. We can pop the hood later so you can see them. Now, as for the nerd..."

Jean's gaze then shifted over to Armin. Lips peeled back into a wide, taunting grin. "Tu es tellement minuscule que vous fournissez cette belle femme avec de magnifiques rembourrage. Chauffage de siège peut-être même." Just what Armin needed, another french bastard in his life.

"Armin, where did you get such an adorable little Frenchman? I swear, we have to lock him up in his own personal Frenchman cage. Similar to what Levi has!"

Gritting his teeth, "Say that one more time Jean and I swear you will not be seeing this car for the whole weekend." Pinching at the woman's sides, "And you! I don't want to hear the kinky business you're involved with that bloody Frenchman. I swear, I'm getting fed up with all this french business."

Slapping at Armin's hands, "Oh calm your skivvies Blondie, you're the one that brought home a mouthy one. By the way, are you hyped for tonight's game?"

"Hey! You're making me sound like a piece of meat! You do know I'm here, don't you?" Jean exclaimed with mirth in his eyes. "And what game? Football season doesn't start till summer."

"I brought him home cause he got us kicked out the library!" Pausing a moment, Armin frowned. There was a game tonight? Oh! There was. "Oh bloody 'ell! I almost forgot about that."

"Your little student here is pretty draft. Well, that's a given since you're just as draft." Throwing her body to the side, the car lurched to the right. "We're talking about footy here, Jean. You know, the real football sport."

"Oh..." Jean blushed a bit as he held onto the car's side. "And watch it! My dad will have my head if you mess up his car!"

"Oh don't worry! I got a clean record!" Hanji grinned. "Plus you let him drive and he doesn't even have a license yet! Anyway, who do you root for? The Devils or The Reds?"

"You don't have a license?!" Jean's eyes bulged out as he stared at Armin. The blond just shrugged as he began to play with Hanji's hair. Jean sighed at the response. "Guess I can't do anythin' about that... I don't follow soccer much, but I know those aren't US team names."

Not many teenagers in America would know about English Premier League and the rivalries that happen there. It was more of a cultural thing. The number one rivals on the field were Manchester United and Liverpool. Aka The Devils and The Reds. Trust me when I say you've never seen a rivalry like Man. United and Liverpool. Riots have happened before between the team's fans. Trust me, you never mess around with these sort of fans.

For Armin, being a Manchester United fan was serious business. It was a tradition that held deep roots in the European side of his cultural life. His mother was a Manchester United fan. His grandfather was one. Even heard his father was one as well. Armin got Eren and Mikasa on board for being supporters. Levi... was a hard one to get in on. The stern man was actually a die hard Arsenal fan. Yes, Levi was a Gooner.

Though, it was better to be a Gooner than those scousers fucks.

"Say Devils." Armin said sternly. "You say devils or else this car is going to get seriously fucked up."

"Whoa! You kiss your mother with that mouth Arlert!?" Jean was regretting to laugh at that one, especially when Hanji butted in.

"Oh no! Don't you dare say Devils! You best go for the Reds!" Hanji's hair kept on obscuring Armin's vision as she bounced her head up and down.

"Don't you dare expose him to that shitty ass team!" and yanks at the hair.

"The hell you say?! Now us Reds are better than you circle jerk called Devils, ya know." Elbows Armin in the side.

Armin shoved Hanji against the wheel, causing the horn to blare loudly. "You fucken Liverwashers are just pissed that we're better than your lot!"

"Liverwashers?! Why you Mancunian little shit, don't you fucken start with that." Throwing her head back, she missed Armin's by an inch. "We're ahead of you in the fucken league this year!"

Shoving his tiny fists between Hanji's shoulder blades, "Oh yeah? Lets see how it'll go tonight then you lovely fecal sock-sucking cesspool of putrid effluvium get your arses handed to ya. Losers will be hosing down Levi's room in sludge and forking over half of their ganja for a month."

"Oh come on, you gotta make it more interesting than that, you lovely faecal encephalopathy. How about hosing down Levi's room, forking over the ganja AND, painted up in the wining team's colors only to strip 'nd dance out at Kenny's pub while singing the winner's anthem."

"That won't do! Kenny is a Machester fan. Gotta hit up the Pig 'n' Whistle down at Bowery when us Handsome Manchesters win. Ya lovely scousers will be trampled tonight, so best be ready to hit up Piggies in our colors hon. Cause you're gonna get a beatin' for that."

"Oh, you're so on, you booming Man U shit."

"We'll be shitting on you scousers tonight, so best get ready."

By then Jean was staring at them in slack-jawed, wide-eyed shock. Apparently he never experienced anything like this. Honestly, this wasn't bad. It was just simple light insults between rivals. He should see what goes down in the pubs.

The car came to a full stop right in front of Armin's home. Hanji was the first to get out of the car so that she could open the driveway gate. Once that was done, she waved at the boys and disappeared into the house. Armin drove the vehicle through the driveway, shaking his head as he did so.

It was obvious that this home was well taken care of when you notice the immaculate lawn. You know, clean cut grass and all that jazz. The home itself was rather simple. One story, medium sized, four and a half rooms plus extra for bathrooms and all that. The porch seem cozy. There was a swing bench and a rocking chair for those that just wanted to hang around. The garage was in the backyard, where a motorcycle could be seen hidden underneath its tarp. It was a pretty normal home, s'long as you ignored the fact that it had a giant motherfucken English flag stationed out front. A lot of the neighbor's didn't like it apparently.

The neighborhood itself wasn't that bad. There were other homes scattered about, similar to the one that Armin lived. Children were playing out in the middle of the road, while adults and teenagers hang around on the porches. Occasionally you'll see someone from the next block over walking on through, either carrying shopping or socializing with their peers. Down the road there was a laundromat that connected with a gas station and a liquor store. And... the local drunk was out, hollering loudly about the gooks are coming with some newly equipped Hitler cannon in a mankini suit.

Don't ask. Honestly its way too early for Drunk Bregga to even be outside.

Parking the vehicle in the back, Armin pulled the keys out and spared Jean a glance. He couldn't help but raise a brow at the jock. Normally he wasn't this quiet. Then again, Jean was staring at him as though he had two heads on his shoulders.

"What?" Armin asked as he shot the man an annoyed look.

"... I just... never expected you to say things like that. Like, I know you got a mouth on you, but that was a total 180 man." Jean shook his head as he unfastened the seat belt.

"You think this is bad? I'm pretty passive for a Manchester United fan." Undoing his seat belt, Armin step out of the car.

The backyard was spacious. There was enough green grass to roll about and have a small game of football between friends. So long as you don't trip over the old oak tree's roots. There was a tree house in process of being build on the sturdy oak branches, however the project seem to be on hold. All that laid there was support beams and a few platforms. Other than the tree house, a fire pit could be seen near the patio. The patio itself had tables, chairs and someone laid out on a lawn chair.

That someone was a short, muscular figure that wore nothing but a pair of white short-shorts. Also, the figure was a man. It was obvious since all you saw was lovely man pecs with a tattoo splayed over their heart. The tattoo itself was the Royal Marine Cammando's badge. Can you guess who this lovely figure was? Why yes, it was Levi.

"Where the fuck did you get that shit?" Even though he wore a pair of sunglasses, that didn't mean the man's expression wasn't scary. He always looked scary... that or he had to watch someone shoved a handful of firecrackers up his kitty's ass and watched them go off.

"Hardcore drugs." Armin continued to keep the joke up. That response only caused the man to raise a brow.

"Where the fuck is my cut then, you shitty ass brat?" Throwing his legs over the side, a pair of flip flops were slip on. Snagging his drink off the patio table, Levi swaggered his way on over. He got swag yo.

"Who is that?" Jean whispered as he look over the man. "Is he your baby brother or something?"

Elbowing Jean, "Don't say that!" was whispered harshly. Turning his attention to the other man, "Ha, you wish Levi."

Levi stop in front of Jean first. Pulling off his shades, a death glare was delivered with full force. Jean visibly shook with fear. "What the fuck did this stack of shit say?"

"Um... erm... Just if you were related sir!" Jean's backside bump against the Camaro's body.

"Do I look I'm related to this blond shit?" Jean shook his head hastily at that. "Then why the fuck, did you even bother to ask that in the first place?"

Armin had to sigh at this one. Levi was grilling the newcomer. Obviously trying to get a feel on the stranger's character. Then again, the old man most likely wanted Jean to say that he was short. It would give him an excuse to... actually, Armin didn't know what sort of excuse it would give him. Most likely would force the jock to clean something.

"Well...erm... um..." Jean was stumbling on his words, unsure what to do. He spared Armin a quick glance before turning toward Levi. "The... height?"

Next thing Jean knew was that he was being yanked down by the collar of his shirt. A pair of angry blue orbs were glaring knives directly into Jean's gaze. "Want to rephrase that one, you giant fuck of horseshit?"

A tick went off at Jean's cheek. "You heard me, you short fuck."

Armin watched as Jean was flipped over and slammed into the ground. Sighing some, he couldn't help but not pity the man. He did warn him. Glancing over at his guardian, Levi was seen inspecting the classic.

"I told you not to say that." Armin stated. A flurry of movements came charging out of the house, through the patio and over to where the car was parked.

"Not my fault he's vertically challenged." Jean whispered with a pained groan. "Please tell me that other guy isn't going to beat me up as well... damn. He's huge."

Indeed, Erwin Smith was 'huge.' Especially when he stood next to Levi as they look over the vehicle together. Those two together were always amusing to watch. Come on, you got one guy that was like 6'3'' and the other was 5'3''. On top of that, he was wearing the cliches of smoking jackets known to man kind. You know, the one that Hugh Hefner wore. Yeah, Erwin was wearing that with a lovely pair of dress pants. Seriously. It was funny since Levi was wearing short-shorts.

"That would be Commander Eyebrows." Armin explained as he gave Jean a helping hand up.

"Now, quit callin' me that." The texan native had a hint of that southern accent. Living up in various states and countries caused that accent to soften up some. But no matter what you could always hear it. "Who's car is this Armin?"

Pointing at Jean, "His dad's. Also, tell Levi to stop pile driving my students. We need to finish his assignment before the game starts up."

Cracking his back, Jean nodded at this. "Yeah. Its a heirloom of the family. Fuck, that jerk can seriously hurt someone with those moves." Glancing at Armin, "Why not just do it after the game?"

The trio of men smirked at that one.

"You'll see why." Erwin began as he approached Jean. The blond man stiffly extended his right arm. "Erwin Smith. Thank you for bringing such a beautiful machine here. It brings back some fond memories for some of us older folk."

Jean glanced at Armin in an uncertain fashion. That arm moved a bit too stiff for his tastes. Armin just gave him a pointed look and watched the interaction.

Grasping onto the hand, "Jean Kirstein and its a pleeeaAHHHH!"

"AHHH!"

"AHHH!"

"MY ARM!"

"YOUR ARM?! WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?"

And Jean figured out why the arm was stiff to start with. Never shake Erwin Smith's right hand. Its a prosthetic, for one. Second, he loved playing the horror jokes of having his arm pulled off.

Levi could be heard scoffing in amusement. "Did that idiot faint?"

"Apparently so." Erwin stated.

Sighing, Armin couldn't help but let a hopeless smile perk at the corner of his lips. "We'll never get that assignment finished before the game starts..."

Best start poking Jean awake with a stick then.


Read and Review guys. I love to hear what you all have to say. Even if it is a little emoticon!

ALSO! Translations on French!

Oh mon dieu. C'est beau la-bas! - Oh my god. Its beautiful there!

J'ai ete a Chateau du Haut-Koenigsbourg quand j'étais plus jeune avec Levi. Vue magnifique. - I was at chateau Haut-koenigsbourg when I was younger with Levi. Beautiful view.

Vous parlez francais? - You speak French?

Oui! Le français est une belle langue. - Yes! French is a beautiful language.

Tu es tellement minuscule que vous fournissez cette belle femme avec de magnifiques rembourrage. Chauffage de siège peut-être même. - You're so tiny that you provide this beautiful woman with wonderful padding. Prehaps even seat heating.