Liz's POV

My first two weeks were weird. Gil stalked me a lot, popping up in random places. He also kept his promise and always came to my house after school. He didn't really try anything like he had the first time, but he did tease me a lot. I still yelled at him for being a complete idiot/psychopath, yet he was fun to joke around with.

Bella still tried to keep me away from the trio for a couple more days, but after Gil's persistence, she gave up.

Francis is…well, Francis. Tried to make a couple moves on me, but Bella warned him off. Now every time I see him, he's making out with a different girl.

Antonio is as cheerful and oblivious as always. I can't see how you can't like him. He's so bubbly and cute, a little annoying due to obliviousness, but still fun to be around.

My day was going OK. Today was a Friday. I get to go home, write a note, then leave for the weekend. I couldn't wait to get out of the house.

"LIZZIE!" Gil called from across the room.

"What?" I yelled back.

"What's the answer to number five?"

"Like hell I'll tell you."

"Why are you so mean to me?"

"Mr. Beilschmidt, do your own work, please," said the Language Arts teacher. She looked like an old, wrinkly, monkey, no joke. "If you need help, ask me."

Gil snorted and looked back down at his paper. I sighed and continued my work. I got up to question seven when I felt someone glaring at my back. I turned around slowly to see a blonde girl with blue eyes glaring at me. I narrowed my eyes at her and her glare just intensified.

"You're getting stared down by Natalya Arlovskaya, probably the biggest bitch in the whole school," Bella whispered to me. "Rumor has it that she has an obsession with her brother and won't leave him alone until he marries her. She crushes, like, everyone's dreams. She's really violent so I suggest you don't get on her bad side."

"She's glaring at me and I haven't done anything to her!"

"There's this other rumor going around, Liz. Everyone's saying you're going with Gil. That'll raise you to the top if that turns out to be true. She doesn't want anyone higher than her on the food chain. She wants to be the alpha female. Don't tangle with her, Lizzie. You'll regret it."

I was about to yell "I've been dealing with a persistent country for the past eight years of my life to make sure she doesn't destroy the whole human race with her random mood swings!" but I kept it in an continued my work. I'll have to deal with her later.

After class ended, I was walking out with Bella when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around, expecting to see Gil, but it wasn't his looming frame behind me. It was Natalya. She was short up close, like two inches shorter than me.

"You and I need to talk, newbie." She had a Russian accent.

I glanced at Bella. She shrugged. "OK."

I followed Natalya outside, which was nice, considering my next class was close. She suddenly turned around and glared at me. "Look it here, bitch. If you even think of replacing me on the high school food chain, so help me I will break your arm, da?"

I was shocked when she called me a "bitch", so I decided to get a little rebellious. "Y'know, now that you tell me not to, I think I will. Maybe I am going out with Gilbert, you whore."

She snarled at me. "I'm going to ignore that comment because you're new. Let me explain my place in this school—"

"Oh, I know very well what your role is." I ignored the glare she was giving me. "You're a violent bitch that crushes peoples' dreams. Not to mention you have a sick obsession with your brother. Incest, huh? Hate to say I'm more of a yaoi fan."

"What the fuck is 'yaoi' and how do you know about my brother?" she exclaimed.

I smirked at her and winked. "Rumors. Wonderful things, aren't they? So easy to black mail people with."

She growled and tried to punch me. My war instincts (thanks to Hungary) kicked in and I leaned back far enough that her hand missed me. When I came back up, she was looking at me with wide eyes. Then she growled again and tried to punch me again. I stepped back and she stumbled forward.

"Stand still!" she hissed.

"And let you hit me? Hell no, bitch!"

It soon became a little race. I barely noticed the little crowd starting to form. I'll give it to Natalya, she has great form and stuff, but I'm just quicker.

"Elizabeta, what are you doing?" exclaimed a voice that could only belong to Bella.

I regret looking for the blonde because as soon as I got distracted, Natalya's fist collided with my cheek. There were noises from the crowd at the moment of the collision. Pain only shot through me for a moment. My head flicked to the side and looked at the ground with wide eyes. Huh? It took me awhile to process what happened.

Take your revenge, Elizabeta! Hungary's voice commanded me.

Energy was sent through my body. I felt rejuvenated. I stood back up straight and smirked at her while I narrowed my eyes. In one quick movement, my fist collided with her chin. She stumbled back and glared at me. There were sound effects from the crowd, but I didn't listen. I was focused on my prey. I walked up to her and held my fist up again to punch her a second time, but in mid drop, something caught it. My malicious tendencies quickly stopped at the touch and I looked behind me. There was his looming frame.

Gil had his red eyes narrowed at me as he held my fist with his hand. "I think you've done enough, mein lieber."

I blushed in embarrassment and quickly snatch my hand back. "I don't know what took over me."

"I will make your life miserable!" Natalya screeched at me.

I looked at her. Shit, what had I done?

"I don't think that'll be necessary," Gil said in a strangely calm voice, which just made it a whole lot creepier. He winked at me and looked back to Natalya. "No need to make her life miserable, Natalya. She'll be in trouble after school for her behavior."

Natalya didn't seem convinced and she stormed away. Gil instantly pulled me toward Spanish. I looked back to see Antonio following us quickly, looking behind his back ever so often. Guess he was looking to see if Natalya was coming back.

"The bell rang already, so let's hurry," Gil said and the three of us broke into a sprint.

We ran into the Spanish room and Mr. Fernandez just waved to us. "Hola, children."

We all waved and took our seats.

"That was some fight, Liz. How did it happen?" Antonio asked.

"Natalya thinks I'll replace her on the social status chain or something like that." I looked at Gil. "I'm guessing you knew about the rumor that we were going out."

He nodded with a smile on his face. "I can't believe you didn't hear about it."

"Well, when it comes to rumors, you usually try to keep it from the person it's about."

"Well, with that rumor, people will be scared to mess with you because of you 'connections' with me." Gil smirked mischievously.

"You? Oh, please," I scoffed and looked away.

"Have you even heard of the things he's done? Of what the Bad Friends Trio has done?" Antonio asked.

"Now that you mention it, no. All I've heard is 'stay clear of them cause they'll cause you trouble'."

"OK, I'll list some. Sold stuff in school—"

"Oh, you badasses."

Gil smiled. "You didn't let me finish. Vandalize school property, stole from the school, pulled pranks on students that we don't like, scared the shit out of teachers and staff to get rid of them, broke the bone of anyone that challenged us to a fight—"

"OK, I've heard enough," I said but Gil continued.

"My favorite victim is some rich boy named Roderich. I hate his guts, stupid aristocrat."

"Lars used to be my favorite victim, but I've stopped torture," Antonio piped in with a huge grin.

"Bella's older brother?" I asked.

"Yeah, I don't like the dude. When I was in first grade, he used to make fun of me. I got my revenge. Hey, Gil, remember last year in P.E when I stole his clothes? He was chasing me half-naked around the school until the principal caught me and I got sent to the office."

"I remember that. Kudos for you, kid," Gil said and they high-fived.

I rolled my eyes. "OK, so maybe you are a little, tiny—" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

They both smirked.

"Say we're badass, Lizzie," Gil said in low voice.

"No." I blushed madly and looked away.

Gil suddenly hugged me from behind. "What the…GET OFF OF ME!"

"Say we're badass and I'll let go~!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"YES!"

"YE—What?"

"THE BAD FRIENDS TRIO IS BADASS! LET GO!"

Gil's POV

As I've said before, messing with Lizzie is extremely fun. The rest of the day was our regular routine. Teasing, scolding, principal's office, detention Monday, finding Liz again…It drags on and eventually repeats itself. And I love it. Ever since Liz moved here, every things been brighter for me. Prussia doesn't seem to need to be as released as often. I guess I burn off my energy with Liz, huh?

…

Heh, that sounded funny *insert immature joke here*

…

Man, you guys are boring. Not a single laugh, huh? Well, I personally find myself hilarious, so beat that, fuckers. Gah! Don't throw stuff at me; I swear I didn't mean it!

ANYWAY! We were leaving school when Lizzie turned to me. "I want to go to your house this time."

"Huh? Why do you want to go there?" I asked.

"You're always at my house. I want to see your house. Is that too much to ask?"

"It's so boring, though!" I whined. I was sort of afraid West would intimidate her and then she wouldn't like me anymore, as babyish as that sounded. "My house is ugly."

"Fine. You are no longer allowed to go to my house."

"What? That is not fair!"

"Oh, it so totally is."

I looked away and sighed. "OK, sure. Get ready to bore your mind out."

I took her hand and led her down the sidewalk.

"H-hey, you don't need to hold my hand!"

I pouted at her. "Yes I do, mein lieber."

She blushed and looked away. I think talking in German made her all blushy-like. I must continue this technique for further blackmail.

I smiled in triumph and pulled her along. The walk to my house was not far and we were there in a couple of minutes. I stopped in front of it and pointed to a window. "You see that window with the black curtains? That's my room."

She looked up and squinted her eyes. "No wonder you're so pale. You get no sunlight."

"Ha, funny," I said dryly and pulled her to the door.

I threw open the door and yelled, "Yo, West! I'm home and I brought a friend!"

"It better not be Francis!" was the response.

Elizabeta raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

"West is my brother. His name is Ludwig," I explained and she nodded. "No, it's not Francis. It's a girl.

I heard a chair move (I guess he was sitting at the table) and rushed movements to get to the door.

His head stuck out from the kitchen doorway. "A girl? You never bring them home."

"Uh, h-hi." Liz waved with an awkward smile.

"Hello. Welcome and congratulations on being the first girl Gilbert has taken home."

"Thank you. I feel so honored," Liz said sarcastically, seeming to get over the awkwardness. "Let go of my hand now, Gil."

"But~!" I whined and held her hand to my cheek. "Lizzie is so warm!"

She whacked my head with her other hand. "Let go, you idiot!"

I sighed. "Fine."

I let go and she took her hand back and put it on her collar bone. She looked at West. "By the way, I'm Elizabeta Héderváry."

West stepped out of the kitchen and walked over. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt. I'm Gil's younger brother." He turned to me. "Gilbird's been waiting at the window."

"GILBIRD~!" I yelled and ran for the kitchen, leaving a confused Liz. I looked at the window over the sink to see my little friend sitting there. I quickly opened the window and the chick flew in and sat on my shoulder. He tweeted and rubbed my cheek. "Aw, I've missed you, too, Gilbird!"

"Gilbird? I can see you were so humble as to name the bird after yourself."

I turned around to see Liz looking at some pictures on the fridge.

"I named him when I was, like, seven. Give me a break, woman," I said and scratched Gilbird's head with my index finger. Lie. I named him that last year. I was having a brain fart, OK? "Come here and meet him. He doesn't bite. Well, actually, he might peck you if you approach him too quickly, but yeah."

Liz looked over her shoulder. "'K."

She walked over and slowly scratched his head. Gilbird leaned into her touch and let out a tweet of happiness. Lizzie giggled and pulled her hand away.

Gilbird jumped up and flew around Elizabeta's head. He circled it four times before standing on her head and walking around, probably looking for a spot to sit. He found a spot near the front of her head and sat there. He chirped and snuggled into her hair. Liz and I laughed.

"He's adorable," she commented as he hopped of her head and jumped back to my head.

"I know. And he's all MINE!" I cackled and ran out of the room. I darted past Ludwig as Liz chased after me.

"Come back here!"

"NYO!"

I ran for my room. I could hear Liz following me, but lagging behind. I ran for my room and jumped onto the bed to lie down. Gilbird flew off my head and chirped at me rapidly, probably pissed off at the sudden movement.

I gave him a smile. "Sorry, buddy."

Gilbird flew over to me and landed on my chest. Liz came into the room not much later. She was holding onto the door post as she tried to catch her breath.

"You bastard," she shot out when she caught her breath. She walked over to the curtains and pulled them open. I flinched a little at the sudden light.

"CLOSE THEM! I'M MELTING!" OK, I was overreacting. Sue me.

"Man up, you baby," she said as she rolled her eyes. She sat next to me and scratched Gilbird's head again.

We sat in silence for a moment.

"How long did you know about the rumor?" she asked, still petting Gilbird.

I raised my eyebrow at her. "Not long. Why?"

She stopped petting Gilbird's head and retracted her hand to rest in on her collar bone. "I just really hate it when people talk behind my back. It gets on my nerves."

I sat up and Gilbird flew to my desk. "It gets on everyone's nerves."

"No, I mean it gets on my nerves so much that I want to murder who started it, murder all that spread it and all that know, so basically the whole school. Then I wanna crawl and a hole and die."

Talk about Emo.

"Uh, not to be rude, but why exactly?"

She took in a shaky breath. "I got teased a lot when I was younger because of being Hungarian and being different."

"So you are Hungarian!"

Her eyes widened slightly and she tensed up. After a moment, she relaxed, closed her eyes, and sighed. "Yes, I am Hungarian."

"Cool. So what they tease you about?" I asked.

"Well—" she stopped and looked at me. "You wouldn't get it, Mr. Popularity."

"Actually, I can be very understanding."

"It's a long story."

I lied down on my stomach and looked at her. "I've got time."

She bit her lower lip. "OK. So, since I grew up with a bunch of spoiled dipshit American children, they were all naturally racist and made fun of the one Hungarian in the school. I had no friends, but when I came home, my parents used to make me feel like the most special little girl there was—" I saw a faint smile on her lips, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced by a look of rage. "It changed when I turned eight." She started fiddling with her fingers. "I got angry a lot easier and more violent. My parents distanced themselves from me and I got teased even more at school. One day, I couldn't take the pain anymore. There was this rumor that I had kissed many of the boys. I guess the rumor was that I was the elementary school slut, so to speak. I found out who spread it and—in my blind rage—broke his arm. I told him to swear to never tell anyone about it, and I scared him so much that he didn't. As I got older, I grew even more violent and anti-social. But I really wished I had a friend.

"I've grown to have more self-control, but rumors still piss me off and I'm always ready to attack. Hence why I punched Natalya."

"W-wow." Was all I could say.

"You probably hate me now, right?" she let out a soft chuckle like it was a joke. "Don't want anything to do with me?"

I was silent for a few moments and she sighed and tried to get up. I instantly snatched her hand and pulled her back down. I sat up and she looked at me curiously.

I gave her a grin. "Seems like we live similar lives, mein lieber."

"Huh?"

"Well, I guess you could say around the age of eight, I had this little anger issue too, along with West. Our parents freaked out and distanced themselves from us. I don't care that much anymore, but they will eventually pay for making Ludwig cry. I had never seen him cry since that day. He's grown to hide his true emotions, especially towards others. Our parents got jobs that keep them away from the house months at a time. They come back for one day, like, every two months. And that's just to refresh and grab some things. I guess we have a lot in common, huh?"

"Yeah, but at least you have someone to endure it with. I'm an only child."

"Hm…" I then brought her into a hug.

"Hey!" She started to struggle against me hold.

"You can endure it with me and West!" I said cheerfully and held her tighter.

She suddenly stopped struggled and relaxed. Her hands fell to her side and she was silent. I pulled away and looked at her. "Hey, Liz—"

I stopped when I saw tears trickling down her face. She sucked in a shaky breath.

"Th-thanks."

I gave her a small smile. "No problem. And I can never hate you."

She looked up at me, tears now flowing freely. Suddenly, she sort of pounced on me and hugged me really tightly. I fell back onto the bed. I felt my shirt get wet as she cried. I smiled softly and hugged her back. I stroked her hair and tried to calm her down.

Gilbird flew over and landed on my chest, shoving his fluffy head into her cheek and chirping. I felt Liz giggle and she looked up.

"Thank you, Gil."

I smiled at her. "No problem. Now, you are staying for dinner, you hear that missy?"

She laughed and sat up. Lizzie wiped her eyes and nodded her head. "Of course."

I looked at her, suddenly serious. "I will never abandon you, Elizabeta. We are one in the same, after all."

"I guess you're right."

Gilbert knows your reading this story O.o' Prussia magically told him you were. Prussia had Prussian intuition. LOL that made no sense.

Do you think Tweety Bird is a girl, boy, or a homo/transvestite? Please tell me in the reviews. My friend and I have been having an argument about HIS gender (yes, I believe he is a guy. My friend thinks he's a girl for some odd reason). My friend ran around with a survey thing asking random people what they thought Tweety Bird's gender was. When we asked my other friend, she asked if he could add a column that said "I don't give a shit so leave me alone." I lurv you Natalia. Don't get jealous, Emmy~! You are still m' wife (I ran around today trying to hug Emmy while saying "m' wife!" Sweden impersonation!) Is it illegal to impersonate a country?

On a down note: I better get more than five fucking reviews on this chapter. If not, I'm not continuing this at all, I can promise you that. I see all of your story alerts. Is it really that hard to type in a little response? If you like it, why do you like it? Don't just alert the story without giving a review. It's starting to seriously piss me off.

On a lighter note, report on Dad: somehow he got a hold of a hairnet. He came running into my room with it on his lip. "I HAVE A MUSTACHE!" he screamed.

"Good for you, Dad."

He then pulled it over his face and screamed, "IMA BURGLAR! YOU CAN'T SEE MY FACE!" Even though I could.

He then ran out of my room. Once again, I love you Dad. I told that story to my partner in science and he couldn't stop laughing. He was literally ROFLing. I was scared for a moment O.O

Reviews are love. Not a lot of reviews mean I can't spread PruHun. The PruHun gods will be mad at me and then I can't go to PruHun heaven. I will murder you all if I can't go there.

It was my puppy's birthday on the 23rd of May. He is now 1 year old, an official "dog". German dog to be exact XD

TURTLES!

Bye~!