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Vash tapped his pencil against the desk impatiently. His first class was Language and Literature, also known as "English class". The teacher had already passed out copies of the lecture they'd be reading this quarter, "Julius Caesar" by some old English guy.
Well, Vash thought with a tone of annoyance, at least he's not Austrian.
"Vash, stop with that relentless pencil tapping. I can't concentrate." An all-too-familiar voice whispered harshly. The Swiss boy groaned inwardly, but reluctantly stopped with the 'annoying' habit of his.
"Mr. Roderich, no talking, please. Keep to your silent reading." The teacher said sternly, glancing at the Austrian. He nodded at once, though his face was burning terribly. Roderich had never been 'scolded' for his behavior at school. Ever. And frankly, the second day of school wasn't a great time to start.
Vash hid his smirk behind his copy of Julius Caesar. He glanced smugly at the Austrian, who noticed the smirk all too clearly. Vash could tell that the brown-haired boy was itching to say something back, but he glanced back at the teacher and decided against it. One 'scolding' was more than enough for a day, he decided.
The class dragged on slowly, and every student (except for the British kid, Arthur) was anxiously counting the minutes until the bell would ring. Reading Shakespeare for the very first period of the second day of school was a rather boring way to spend the beginning of a school year, and the teacher was even more so. When the bell finally rang, the students practically jumped up at the chance to leave the tedious hell of a class.
"Feliciano!" Vash cried out as soon as they were able to speak once again. The Italian boy turned around in slight confusion; who in this class would want to speak with him right now? But his face lit up as soon as he recognized the Swiss man.
"Buongiorno, Vash! I didn't know we were in the same English class!" he started to babble happily. Vash cleared his throat, listening impatiently to the Italian's cheerful ramble.
"Er, yes, we share the same Lang. and Lit. class," he said, itching to get back on topic, "but what I really need to know is where Lovino is right now."
"Eh? You want to meet with my fratello?" the Italian thought for a moment, "But what do you want with Lovino anyways? I thought you two avoided each other."
Vash nodded grimly, "That's true," he said, "I usually try to stay away from your potty-mouthed brother. But I really need to speak to him, so I'd appreciate it if you told me which classes he has next."
"Eh… I dunno. He never tells me things like that." Feliciano pouted, forgetting about Vash's request and starting to mourn over the fact that his brother would shut him out of personal things such as his school schedule.
Vash sighed. The boy wasn't of any help, and he didn't want to stay around long enough for him to burst into tears. The only thought on Vash's mind as he speed walked through the hallways was to find Lovino. …Or Lili. He needed to speak to them both—for different reasons, yes, but he needed to speak to them nevertheless. He had long ago memorized his younger sister's schedule, so he knew where to find her (unless she left to wander around school during break time), but he had absolutely no idea where to find Lovino. But then again, if the Italian boy was a responsible buddy (which Vash sincerely doubted), then he should be waiting for Lili beside her classroom. And in all honesty, if he was in fact waiting for her while Vash came there, then he'd be killing two birds with one stone.
Vash knew that Lili would surely be waiting for Lovino outside of her classroom, like she'd always used to wait for her older brother back in elementary and even middle school. But what if that fool didn't bother picking up his little sister? Surely he couldn't trust Lovino with such a job! No, Vash decided, he'd have to step in and help his little sister, that would be his reason if Lili, or anyone else, ever asked him. After all, he had always been responsible, unlike Lov—
Crap, thought Vash, suddenly stopping in the hallway, I forgot about that Raivis kid!
Vash winced – in his hurry and worry to make sure that his little sister was safe, he had completely forgotten about picking up his own 'buddy'. The younger boy had Beginner Art, but… that was in the completely opposite direction of his sister's German classroom.
The boy cringed. This was a hard decision, yet with a very simple solution (or so Vash thought). Swatting his hand in the air, the Swiss man broke into a run in the direction he had been walking to previously. Raivis could wait a couple more minutes – Lili was far more important than this kid whom he had just met.
The sophomore dashed through the hallway, no longer even bothering to say 'excuse me' or 'sorry' when he pushed students aside. Yells echoed in the hallway, all directed at Vash and his rudeness, but the Swiss boy didn't even notice them; his mind was far too preoccupied with his little sister and about getting back to Raivis on time (although that was, with no doubt, far less important to Vash than the first). After running through the crowded hallways for two minutes or so, the panting boy finally made it to the German classroom. Sighing with relief, he tried to calm his breathing – after all, he didn't want his little sister to know how worried he really was about her.
She's not waiting outside, Vash observed, she's probably still in the classroom; it definitely seems more spacious than the hallways outside.
The sophomore pushed the German classroom door open, "I'm here, Lili, I'll take you—"
"Hm? Are you looking for Lili, darling?" a warm voice asked.
Vash jerked his head to face the voice and his eyes widened when he did so. Apart from the teacher organizing some things in the back, the classroom was dead empty.
"Er… yes," he said, noting that this lady was most probably Lili's teacher (and that she probably knew where she went), "Do you know where my little sister is?"
The teacher nodded, "Her buddy came to pick her up. That's all I know, sorry, darling."
Nodding his head at the teacher, Vash turned back to the door. He muttered a soft "thank you" and then hurriedly left the door. His heart was beating like a hammer inside of his chest– where is she?
The five minute warning bell rung loudly. Vash cringed. Break was almost over and he had neither managed to find his little sister nor to pick up his buddy. There simply wasn't enough time to do both – perhaps there wouldn't even be time to complete one of these objectives. Deciding to trust Lovino with Lili just this once, Vash bit his lip and started making way back to find Raivis.
