Hey guys!
I'm back and is that a request for some Greece X Japan, Neko Matty?
I apologize to Tamer Lorika for the super short Swedeland piece so some more of them in here.
And thanks for all the virtual cookies everyone is giving me. It's like I now have enough virtual cookies to open a friggin virtual bakery!
Seriously, if it was legal in the state of California I would marry all of you and then half of us could waste the day writing/reading yaoi and the other half works. Then to make it fair we just switch off.
But I'm rambling so here's that promised chapter. And could that be the soundtrack to "Phantom of the Opera" that I hear…
CH 7
In the end all three of you were late to first. This was because it took an eternity to pull Rachel off of D. "Your reason for being late?" The teacher asks, pointedly glaring at you.
"I'm sorry. Gefahr here was dealing with some family business and needed our assistance in an important matter." Antonio says, lying out of his perfect teeth. The teacher just smiles at him.
"Family matters are excusable. Please take your seats." How the fuck didhe DO it? Oh well, just as long as it got you out of a tardy. D mutters a quiet thank you to the teacher as she walks past. "It's perfectly fine dear." Her too?
"All right students! I have some great news for all you young actors and actresses. The first play this year will be "The Phantom of the Opera" and those that manage to get a part, even if it's small, I will pass you for this semester." The whole class erupts into excitement. A whole semester of doing nothing? They muttered to each other.
Sure it would be cool to sleep without being disturbed in first period but you hated acting so there was no way you would participate. Antonio nudges you with his foot and you look over. "We should try out. What do you think?"
"No. And before you argue, I don't like acting. Or singing. And if I'm correct, this is an opera." Antonio thinks for awhile.
"We can just be back up dancers. We'd be in the play and not have to sing or act." That was true. Well, if Antonio was so bent on it maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea. It would make him happy, not that you would ever tell him this was your only purpose for doing the fucking play.
"Fine. I'll try out for the fucking musical." You sigh and he gives you the biggest smile you've seen on anybody.
~Lunch Time~
You sit down at your usual table and Alice plops down next to you. That's right, now that you think about it, you hadn't seen her for a week. Every time you approached her she ran off.
"Hey Lovino! How have you been?" You glare at her from the corner of your eye and she laughs nervously.
"So how's your girlfriend?" You say, speaking into a glass of water. Just as you take a sip Antonio lets out a yelp.
"Don't drink that!" You slowly lower the glass from your face and peer into it. What the hell was he panicking about? It tasted just fine. Meanwhile, Alice was shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with… the… water…" You answer Antonio leaving silence in between your words near the end. Both Francis and Gilbert were desperately trying to choke back their laughter. Your about to ask them what the fuck they thought was so funny when D walked over and flopped herself into Francis' lap.
"Hey there douche bag." She says cheerfully and yanks out one of the hairs growing on his chin. He lets out a yelpand falls off the seat, D nimbly flipping herself to Gilbert's lap. "You look stupid today cousin. Did someone sell your brain? They couldn't have gotten much for it." What was she doing? She never acted like this from what you had seen of her.
"Oh God! AARD!" Alice yells out next to you. Her brother walks over. "Please tell me you didn't test out your new drug on D. For all you know she'll go psychotic on all of us." Meanwhile, you look back at your glass of water. Wouldn't it be fun to throw it on Gilbert?
Without a second thought you toss your glass' contents on the unsuspecting albino. D leapt off of him at just the right time to avoid getting hit. Antonio grabs your arm. "What are you doing?" He hisses into your ear as Francis chuckles from his position on the floor.
"I was thinking it would be fun if we drugged more than just this Vargas kid. Your face right now is priceless." And it was. His already messy hair flopped into his eyes and he shot a glare at Francis.
"Wait. You drugged Lovi? What's wrong with you!" Antonio says, hugging your head to his chest. Getting another idea, you reach up and grab Antonio's wrists.
He looks at you confused as you put your face close to his. "What exactly does this drug do?" He says, trying to inch away.
"What's wrong? You're not shy are you? Especially after what you pulled in the car this morning." You say, placing your forehead on his while Aard said something about doing things impulsively.
Without a second thought about your actions you let go of Antonio's wrists and place your hands around his face. "Besame!" You whisper to his face but saying it just loud enough for his idiot friends to hear. You press your lips to his and he eventually gives in and kisses you back.
"HEY! YOU TWO!" You break the kiss to look over at D who was flopped onto a table in front of the Japanese kid and a kid who liked sleeping. A lot. "You two would make a great couple. Maybe you should go out." Then she raced over to another table leaving a blushing Kiku and a stuttering Herakles.
As you watch D run over to the next table you spot a megaphone sitting on the stage that was located in the lunch room. You turn to Gilbert with an evil smile. "So, you and this Matthew kid. You ever 'done it' with him before?" Francis giggles and Gilbert shoots you a dirty look.
"Well I… that is…" Gilbert drops into silence and glances away. That meant the answer was 'no'. You get up from the table, running a hand through Antonio's hair as you did so.
You pick up the megaphone and switch it on. "Attention students! I have an announcement for Mr. Awesome over there." Gilbert squeezes a water bottle as everyone turned toward him. "He claims to have more experience in the romance department yet he has yet to seduce his boyfriend of, what is it? A year and a half. Whereas I've been dating Antonio for a bit over a week now and we've already done it four times. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it albino bastard!"
Saying your piece, you stroll back to the table and sit in Antonio's lap. The whole trip over no one had said a word. But as you sat down everyone erupted into laughter. They all said pretty much the same thing. 'Who knew he was so funny.' Or 'That's the best prank this year!'
Meanwhile Francis was struggling to breathe from laughing too much. "I think Antonio's brain died!" He finally breaths out. You look up to see your Spanish boyfriend looking straight ahead with a blank stare. Wait a minute. Why were you sitting in his lap?
And why the fuck did you just tell everyone that you let him fuck you four times? You climb off and sit next to Antonio, starring at the table and turning red. A commotion starts up at the table next to you and you finally look over to see what was wrong.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize what I was doing." D was saying hastily to a junior sitting next to Berwald and his boyfriend. He was almost as tall as the Swede and he had dirty blonde hair spiked to the side. D's face was bright red and it looked like she was about to cry. "Please forgive me! It won't happen again."
The guy just chuckled and grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles. "No offense taken. I'm Anders by the way." She gives him a small smile.
"E's a bastard not orthy o your time." Berwald states. The backhanded slap from Anders happened so fast you hadn't even realized the Danish kid had raised his hand. The Swede kicks him back and before you could say 'holy fuck' Anders had him sprawled on the table, hands locked around Berwald's throat.
"Please stop! He didn't do anything to you Anders!" The Swede's boyfriend reasons, getting up from where he was sitting.
"BREAK IT UP BOYS!" A security guard yells as she pushes through the crowd. The Dane's cold blue eyes shoot back down to Berwald and he lets go. You glance at your watch. 3 minutes to next period.
"Hey A-Antonio. Maybe we should pack things up for next period. Antonio?" You look over at him to see him still in the same position that you left him in. Turning his head so he'll look at you, you poke him with your foot.
"Wha? Oh, Lovi. Did you want something?" He says with a nervous chuckle. Rolling your eyes, you stand up and tug him up with you. You grab his back pack and lead him away from the crowd.
You round the next corner and glance around. Nobody was there to see you as you pushed Antonio up against a wall. "What's wrong? You spaced out after my stupid announcement. So since I embarrassed myself so well I demand an answer."
"It's just that, you know, you were drugged and you didn't know what you were saying, and you told Gilbert that you let me, you know…" You cover his mouth with your hand. Was he embarrassed?
You pull him off the wall and switch your positions. "You talk too much." He gives you a small smile.
"Sorry. Hey Lovi, Besame?" Your about to comply when Kiku and Herakles round the corner, holding hands. The quickly let go as they spotted you and Antonio. Well, Kiku did.
They stop dead in their tracks, glancing away from each other. "If you're scared that I'll tell someone you don't have to worry. I couldn't give a rat's ass if you two like each other." You tell them and they walk away quickly.
"I have an idea. My brother's sleeping over at the potato bastard's house this weekend so maybe we should have one." Antonio chuckles and ruffles your hair.
"You're full of surprises today. Usually I'm the one making suggestions." You slap away his hand.
"It's not like that. We can practice monologues for your stupid play." He chuckles again.
"Then that's fine too." He replies, his fingers twisting in yours.
Woooooooo!
I feel like I'm on a roll! All you fangirls make me keep checking my email.
It kinda scares my dad when I whip out my iPod every time it beeps saying I have mail.
Remember, I still love y'all.
P.S. Gefahr kissed Denmark. That's why she was apologizing.
