okay!...
No family issues this time. My computer's motherboard fried! Then the new one died, and the one after that exploded on me. Oh well... At least I got my newest amv out on YouTube. Look for tobiisobitouchiha on there, and watch them all. I have 4 (Five now, but not when I wrote it.), but apparently I have a talent... IDK, I don't think so personally...
ANYWAYZ!
HONOR LIST!
1) sakerat. As always, you made my day!
2)kingdomheartsforevz. A) Awesome username. B) You made me laugh when I was drinking milk. you do the math.
3) Peirl. You still amuse me.
You all get glow-in-the-dark cookies with sprinkles and skittles, smothered in caramel. Yes. All of my favorite things... Minus the stickers. I love stickers...
HETALIA HAS BEEN DISCLAIMED!
Here... have a chapter in Alfred's point of view. ONWARD CHAPTER SIX!
It's been over 4 months since I came to England. I met a kid called Tony. He sits one row behind me and in the corner of the puts him out of the way. He has grey hair, reddish eyes, and pale skin. He kinda resembles Gilbert Beilschmidt. In a weird sort of way. He's also from the west coast in America! Woot! I've finally met another American on this damn island. I miss New York.
Anyway, we met in an awkward way. He had been running from a villain called Ramon, who hated his guts for some reason. I had been standing in a corridor off of the main hallway, and Tony bolted around the corner, and fell on me. To quiet my cry of surprise, he had crushed his lips against mine. Awkward, anyone?
Needless to say, I blew up at him. He was apologizing every time I stopped my rant to catch my breath. After totally going ape shit on him, I calmed down and introduced myself. We ended up skipping a bunch of classes and told each other about our lives.
I found out that he's from Seattle, Washington. He got banned from the Wal-Mart in East Bremerton for doing the things on the list of ways to get kicked out of Wal-Mart. He was born with Blue-Baby Syndrome, and he hates chocolate and Robert Pattinson and all things Twilight.
He also has an awesome girlfriend back there, who's name is Ashley. She's blond, has blue eyes, is on the flag team, hates her gramma, likes emo rock music and is obsessed with Bam Marjera. She's also half German or something, so she has a nasty temper.
Tony hates sports, but will play them when he's bored. He hates math, science and social studies. He likes art, English, and enjoys making Francis' ears bleed by him butchering the french art of talking. His french is still better than mine. I slaughter the English language. I seem to speak American just fine though.
After I started hanging out with him, I wasn't so lonely anymore. And it was through him that I met Im Yong Soo.
Yong Soo is from South Korea, and he lives with his older brother. But unlike me, he has since he was very small. He's about 5'5", has short dark hair and expressive brown eyes. He's obsessed with trying to get his brother's attention... by any means necessary. Most of which is entertaining.
"So... yeah..." I say walking home from school with them in tow.
"Do you have any video games?" Yong Soo asks.
I shake my head. "Not anymore. I used to have a bunch of the Kiku Honda Murder puzzle mystery games, but I can't have them until the will shows up for some reason." I explain.
"Ouch." Tony says. Yong Soo nods.
"I have some of mine." Yong Soo says a minute later. " And they're all translated. I even have some that are still unreleased."
"Oh my God, really?" I ask. " How'd you manage that? Are you a ninja?"
"No. Kiku is my cousin. I lived with him most of my life. He moved out about 4 years ago. He's 22 now. OH! And ninjas originated in Korea." He said.
I'm wowed by the info and Tony just rolls his eyes at the ninjas in Korea comment.
We watched some of Yong Soo's Korean soap operas when we got to my house. After about two hours, my brothers coming home and Arthur going out to get some pre-made food, the boorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" I yell, running to the door. It was between episodes, so I was good. And the only person who would annoy us at this hour is Francis, and he only wants to get into Artie's pants.
I open the door and it's not Francis. It's Ludwig.
"H-Hi, Mr. Beilschmidt... What are you doing here?" I ask. Now, don't get me wrong. I missed the guy like hell. He's the only tie that keeps me informed about legal matters back home.
"Is your brother at home?"
"Sure, which one?"
"Arthur."
"No. He went to get food that won't kill us upon ingestion."
Feliciano laughs. I hadn't noticed him before that moment.
"Ve~ Bambino seems to be doing better! I heard that you have a talent for drawing moter vehicles!" He said as I hugged him.
"How'd you know that?" I asked. I had only shown my drawings to my grouchy Italian art teacher, Lovino Vargas. He had been amazed at the talent, and he gave me tips to make them better.
"Lovi is my fratello. My older brother by 3 years. He doesn't like Ludwig much." Feliciano explained.
Well, that explains the similarities, like the weird hair curls and the borderline obsessive love of pasta.
"Can you tell Arthur to call me when he returns?" Ludwig asked. I can tell Yong Soo and Tony were watching.
"Will do, Mr. Beilschmidt." I say, saluting him. After a brief pause, "Is something wrong?"
"No. Just a few minor issues. Nothing I can't handle."
"Oh... Okay"
"And Maria sent this for you." He said, pulling out a light pink envelope addressed to me.
"SAH-WEET!" I yell grabbing it and jumping for joy. "The awesome girlfriend comes through once again!"
"Ich bin awesome!" I hear Gilbert yell from the road. I look past Ludwig and glare at him. He's leaning against the car.
"You're not my girlfriend are you?"
"Ew. Nein."
"Then shut up." i say. Yong Soo and Tony snicker from behind me."Ludwig chuckled and Feliciano giggled.
"Tschüs, Alfred." Ludwig said, turning to go.
"Arrivederci, Bambino!" Feliciano sang, leaving as well.
I close the door, and Tony confronts me.
"You gonna tell us who 'Maria' is?"
"Only the awesomest, smartest, most beautiful girl in the world! She's Mexican, and I had originally tried to win her over with Spanish."
"If your Spanish is as bad as your French, then I feel sorry for the girl." Yong Soo says.
"Yeah... She said basically the same thing. That she didn't know whether she should feel special or insulted."
The guys just started snickering.
I put the note in my pocket, and we return to the television set to finish our soaps. Who knows? Maybe they'll meet her someday.
Author's note:
You all read the top, right? Okay. I'm amazed that I killed three computers consecutively.
And for those of you wondering, the class schedule is all made up. In my mind, that's how the school system works.
I have only been out of the country twice. Once to Mexico, which is all dry and
dusty and I don't like it very much, no offense to Mexicans.
And once to B.C. Canada. Which I loved by the way. I love Canada. I wanna live there. And in Switzerland, which is also on my places to live list.
I live near the coast in the Pacific Northwest. I haven't been to Europe, or Asia or South America. So I have no clue how things work elsewhere.
And British people reading this, please take no offense to the reference to your
cooking.
