A/N: This satisfies my ship for Prucan very much, so I hope that you guys enjoy it too. They are absolutely beautiful together don't you think? Let me know! If the responses are good, I have wiggle room for basing another long chapter off of them. One last thing: I've noticed that people haven't caught up. I might slow the uploads because of this.


Gilbert's POV:

Everything was A-OK in awesome land….that is if you consider having the side of your head being bashed in by the tiny fist of an angry Canadian girl A-OK. Gilbert was currently sprinting through the tech-hallway of the school, cackling and wincing as Maddie bounced up and down on his back, spewing out curses in French that he didn't understand, but he still nonetheless got the basic gist of what she was trying to say. Basically, the Canadian was saying a big fuck you to the self-proclaimed King of the school. Sigh. So not awesome.

Maddie's fists stopped pounding against his back when the German came to a stop in front of the computer lab. "Gilbert?" the Canadian questioned the German in a wary voice. Gilbert felt her entire body tense up, which for some reason made him blush. Ok, maybe he wasn't being entirely honest here. Being with Maddie was kind of awesome. Ja peasants, you can take solace in the words 'kind of.'

The Canadian was actually quite cute if you looked at the face hiding behind its cover of long blonde ringlets. She had a gentle heart shaped face, wide, curious violet eyes, and a delicate, fragile sort of frame for a body. She was small, but something told Gilbert that she could be tough if she wanted too. In fact, despite there being a seven-inch height difference between the two of them, Gilbert, for once in his life, did not feel in control, but rather he felt as if he were the one shrinking under her authority.

If angered, Maddie's complacent expression shifted, the innocent look and shyness to her demeanor gone along with it. The Canadian was well-tempered, but if provoked well enough, she didn't get angry, oh no, that was too simple; the Canadian became livid. Not many things bugged her, but Gilbert had a knack for getting under people's skin, the Canadian included.

Although, getting on her nerves did have its advantages for the German. Gilbert liked to see how a girl so quiet and reserved could turn into a being so animated and feisty, perhaps even a little bit crazy. Well, she was the crapwad's little sister after all. Regardless, Gilbert found himself to be intrigued by the petite Canadian girl. He found himself wondering about who she really was. He wondered about what lay behind the shy mask that the girl concealed herself with. But most of all, he wondered why he had never noticed her before. Girls that cute typically didn't slip under his awesome radar, but what irked him most was that he didn't know a thing about her. Gilbert was good on picking up on the emotional cues of others, a trait that he had inherited from being around a psychotic pan wielding lunatic of best friend, but with Maddie, Gilbert just couldn't seem to get a good feel for her.

Who was Maddie Williams? And why was she so confusing to him? And why did she just hit him in the back of the head…? Mein Gott, her punches were getting harder. Gilbert had been running for so long now that he had given the Canadian the perfect opportunity to hone in on what little strength she had.

"GILBERT!"

Gilbert shook his head, clearing away his previous trail of thought. "Ja, Birdie?" Putting on his signature smirk, the German gently placed the livid Canadian back on her feet. Letting out an indignant huff, Maddie unclipped two red bobby pins from her hair, letting the other half of her bangs fall into her face for a brief moment. The Canadian then took her hair out of the loose pigtails that they were tied in, giving her ringlets a good shake. Not knowing what to do, Gilbert took up a sudden interest in the ground.

"I told you not to call me that!" Maddie growled, maintaining her voice in a low whisper, unlike Gilbert who was too ignorant to think about such mundane things. He was too awesome to keep his voice supressed any how.

"Once a clucker, always a clucker," Gilbert retorted with a maniacal cackle. The German looked down to meet the furious violet eyes of the Canadian. Perfect. It seemed that when she got angry, the Canadian let her defenses slip, revealing much more of her personality than she let on to the average by stander. Gilbert was hungry for more knowledge, and he had an appetite for irking the Canadian senseless. He'd strip her down to her raw emotions. He'd break her down piece by piece if he had to because if he really thought about it, the Canadian was the most puzzling person that he had ever met.

"I still don't know what that means!"

"Kesesese. You don't have to! The awesome me knows and that's all that matters!" This time, Gilbert shouted far too loud for his own blindly arrogant good.

"IS THAT VOICES I HEAR?" Alfred's amplified voice bounced off the walls. "ALICE DEAR? ARE YOU SPEAKING TO YOUR 'SPIRIT FRIENDS' AGAIN?"

Gilbert and Maddie froze. Maddie bolted for the door to the computer lab, her eyes wide as she fumbled to open the door, but alas it was locked. "Tabarnak!" She cursed, her face paling as she heard the echoes of Alfred's footsteps thunder after them.

Maddie turned around to glare at Gilbert. "This is your fault," the Canadian spat as she continued to tug and fumble with the uncooperative door knob. Maddie's face scrunched up in concentration, when Gilbert, with a seemingly nonchalant shrug, pulled out a bobby pin from his pocket. Placing a hand on Maddie's shoulder, Gilbert ushered her out the way, swallowing nervously when he heard Alfred's footsteps get louder as the time progressed.

The German was terrified, but to hide his fear, and his shaking hands, Gilbert did what he did best: he put on a show. He let his cockiness overcome him. He let his reputation take a hold of him, because if he didn't, he would easily be reduced to the state of the panic crazed Canadian standing next to him. Sometimes, it was just easier to fake being an extrovert, as with practice, it had become more of a routine for the German to immerse himself in the role.

"KESESESE! LET THE AWESOME ME HANDLE IT," Gilbert jammed the bobby pin into the lock, his eyebrows furrowed and his teeth ground together as he urged himself not to cripple under the pressure. With a victorious click, Gilbert thrust open the door. The German then grabbed the Canadian by the hand, hurled her inside, and quickly slammed the door behind him.

Maddie took a deep breath, panting and blinking wildly as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the room. "Why did you have a bobby pin?" She asked after a safe amount of time had passed since they had last heard Alfred's footsteps.

Gilbert shrugged. "I always keep one around for Liza. The girl's got crazy long hair and she always forgets to bring these sort of things with her."

Maddie smiled, and although the room was dimly lit, Gilbert could only imagine the sly expression that had now crept onto the Canadian's smug face.

"What are you smiling at?" Gilbert snapped, his face hot with embarrassment. It was only in front of this girl that the German had ever felt so vulnerable. Why her of all people? Why did she make him feel so squeamish, and child like? For Gott's sake, he was squirming like a goddamned bug. The Canadian triumphed over him with such little effort that it made him feel foolish. Not even Liza could make him feel this flustered, and the Hungarian had a special talent for pissing him off. But Maddie didn't piss him off; her indifference struck up a chord with him that never seemed to go away.

Verdammt! He was Gilbert Beilschmidt! The German who stamped on people's confidence in order to bolster his own. He was the boy who pranked, and joked, and partied like his life depended on it. So why did this girl, of all people, make him feel so weak? He was the life and joy of the entire school, but for some infuriating reason she didn't think so. The Canadian looked at him as if he were nothing more than a nuisance. In her eyes, he wasn't worth her time. Gilbert ground his teeth. But that's what made her so damned interesting in the first place. Never before had he ever seen a girl act so uninterested in him, which of course, much to his own dismay, inevitably if not hopelessly made him more interested in her.

Maddie giggled, sending Gilbert's heart a flutter. "Oh nothing," she mused. "I was wrong, that's all."

"About what?"

What the Canadian did next drove the German absolutely crazy. Maddie turned to him, and with a wide genuine grin, she sent him reeling. "You're not a douche after all."

Oh, Gilbert deadpanned. So this was what having a crush on someone felt like.

So not awesome.

After agreeing to Maddie's suggestion to stay put for a while, Gilbert grudgingly had to resort to small talk. He didn't care for asking the basic questions of social grace. Gilbert strived to ask the deeper, more thought provoking questions. The ones that revealed the interesting tid bits of another's life. The German didn't see a point in asking the questions that in the end, he knew he wouldn't care about, let alone remember the irrelevant answers that the person would give him.

But the German knew that he would have to patient if he wanted to get more answers out of the Canadian. For the meantime he would have to hold back on the personal and instead delve into the superficialities of life. Unfortunately, trivialities like this annoyed Gilbert to no end.

Bored and slouching over on a chair, Gilbert turned to face the Canadian, who was sitting at the computer desk next to him. Maddie had her phone out, lighting up what would have otherwise been a pitch black room. They didn't dare turn on the lights out of the fear that Alfred would find them, so the faint light coming from the Canadian's phone was their only tool of sight.

Gilbert cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, how come I haven't seen you around here before?"

Maddie squeaked, appearing to be a bit frightened by the German's question. Gilbert rolled his eyes. So she was back to her shy mode. The Canadian became fierce in times of crisis, but when it came to the normal, mundane moments of life, Maddie was nothing more than a timid shell of what she could bring herself out to be.

"U-um," Maddie swallowed, her brows furrowing. It appeared as if she was urging herself to speak more clearly. "I'm usually in the library most of the time."

"Oh, do you study a lot?" Gilbert drawled.

Maddie seemed to loosen up at this question; this must have been a topic that she was familiar and comfortable with. It was a conversation subject that she could speak to him with ease. The Canadian no longer had to fumble for the right words to say. "I sure do!" she beamed, only to falter and avert her gaze to the ground. "Sorry," she apologized, speaking so faintly that Gilbert had to bend closer in order to hear her. "That must sound so lame, eh?"

"What are you apologizing for? I think it's awesome that you put a lot of work into your studies!" The German said earnestly. "Hell, if I had half of your work ethic then I'd…" Gilbert trailed off, shocked at himself for almost revealing his biggest omen in life.

"You'd do what?" Maddie finished for him. Something about the Canadian's gentle voice comforted Gilbert. It made him feel as if he could tell her anything. So he did.

"I'd be graduating." Gilbert clenched his fists together. It was one thing to have shitty marks, but to constantly be compared to his seemingly perfect younger brother really took its toll on Gilbert, much more than he would have liked for it to. Ludwig had perfect grades, the perfect girlfriend, a perfect sport's record, and just an overall irritatingly perfect life in comparison to Gilbert's dull, lazy drab of an existence. His will and motivation to work hard lacked, as he knew that his brother would always find some other way to outshine him. Of course, Gilbert never bore this resentment in front of Ludwig.

In fact, Gilbert was quite happy for Ludwig albeit his blatant disapproval of the unawesome group of friends that his brother surrounded himself with. The only problem was that Gilbert himself couldn't find his own happiness. Sure, he had Liza to cheer him up when he was down, but Gilbert was searching for something much more meaningful in life. He wanted something to look forward to; something that he could enjoy without having to think about his constant failures and mistakes. Little did he know that that something was a someone sitting right next to him.

"What do you need help with?"

Gilbert cocked his head to the side. "Excuse me?"

Maddie huffed impatiently. "I have a good grasp on most subjects, so if you need help…" If possible, the Canadian's voice grew fainter. "I-I could always just tutor you." Because the room was dark, the German didn't see the Canadian blush. All he saw was that she had turned her head to the side, letting her curls sweep in front of her eyes once more.

It was enough, however, for the German to understand the Canadian's true sentiment. Gilbert finally understood who Maddie Williams was. She was a kind, caring, and compassionate girl who trusted and put faith in everyone that she met, no matter how unruly, or distrustful that they might appear to be at first glance. Ja, that would explain a lot of things. Gilbert hadn't exactly treated her on equal grounds; she was being far too nice and lenient with him. He didn't deserve it, but desperate to latch onto something that had a characteristic value to it, Gilbert held onto the Canadian's trust in him. He would hold onto it and he would never let go.

Finally. Someone had finally looked at him without judgment. Someone had finally looked to him with hope. They believed that he had the ability to persevere if he put his mind to it. And in the end, that's all that Gilbert really needed. He needed that extra push of encouragement to get him to stand on his own two feet, to brush off his old wounds, and to start back up again. Gilbert found a new bound of confidence, and the only person to thank for that was a person who didn't seem to be too confident in herself. The irony was baffling, but the surge of excitement that the German felt was overwhelming, if not shocking.

If possible, Gilbert grew even fonder of Maddie. This girl was too amazing for words. With just a simple smile and a small gesture of kindness, the Canadian had roused the German into thinking better of himself, and not that fake kind of thinking that he had fooled himself into falling back on. No, this was real. This was better. This was quite invigorating to say the least.

"You would really do that for me?" Gilbert asked hesitantly.

Maddie tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear, giving Gilbert a meek smile while doing so. "I don't see why not. It get's pretty lonely in there sometimes. Besides, you seem like you're a fairly smart, capable guy. With the right amount of discipline, I'm sure that we can get you onto that stage in no time," the Canadian mumbled shyly.

Gilbert brought a hand to his chest, a mock look of offense plastered onto his now smirking face. "Fairly?!" he protested. "More like I AM! And don't you dare doubt that for a second!"

Maddie rolled her eyes and stood up, quietly tucking her chair into the computer desk. "Fine," the Canadian crossed her arms. Maddie stopped by the door to give Gilbert a challenging look. "Come on Mr. Awesome. I think it's about time that we ditched this place, don't ya think?"

Blinking in surprise, Gilbert looked up at the kind hearted girl standing in front of him. Maddie was beautiful inside in out, and in such a short amount of time the Canadian had touched him in ways that he couldn't even fathom to imagine.

He was head over heels for her.

"Ja, Ja I'm coming."

"Does Mr. Awesome want to lead the way?"

"OF COURSE! A MAN MUST ALWAYS PROTECT HIS BIRDIE IN DISTRESS."

"Don't you mean Damsel in distress?"

"Birdie fits you much better, frau. And thanks…"

"For what?"

For being more awesome than I could ever hope to be, Gilbert thought but didn't dare to say.


Maddie's POV:

Gilbert lead the way a few paces ahead, cautiously poking his head around the corner of the woodshop hallway as he kept himself flattened against a row of lockers. "All clear!" The German whispered, waving his hand forward as he beckoned for the Canadian to follow him into the woodshop hallway.

Side by side the pair walked, careful not to make too much noise. Gilbert planned on taking them through the exit by the school's gym and that meant walking in the corridor parallel to the art hallway. They had to be careful, otherwise the hall monitors would be quick on their heels as the detention room wasn't that far off.

When Gilbert wasn't looking, Maddie peaked at him from the corner of her eye. The German was odd to her. Pale skin, gleaming red eyes, and white, if not blondish hair. Gilbert was an anomaly, and a mind boggling one at that. He stood out, and the Canadian could tell by the way in which he held himself that the German was proud of his differences.

Maddie admired him for his courage. They went to a school that targeted change. It was a school that prided itself on consistency and punished those who were different, self-righteously labelling them as something 'undesirable.' Gilbert, on the other hand openly challenged the status quo of everyone's biased perception of the norm. The German made his own status and followed his own rules, his chin held up high to anyone who snuffed him, and his hand held out to those who accepted him for who he was. And Maddie wanted to hold onto his hand. To show him that she cared about him, just like he did to her, although she had to concur, getting him to admit that out loud was going to be rather tough, if not impossible.

But no matter, Maddie still had to make amends with the German, as she had been quite rude to him when they had first met. She had almost fallen for the act that he put on, the act that portrayed him to be a cocky, haughty boy who only cared for himself, much to his reckless disregard for all others. However, after talking with the German and becoming acquainted with him, Maddie found that this wasn't the case at all.

Gilbert was someone who portrayed himself to be confident, while unbeknownst to the common observer, the German struggled to settle into the large mould that he had carved out for himself. The Canadian saw a slow fire light up and kindle in those deep crimson red eyes of his, but the German just needed that extra spark to keep him going, and Maddie was more than willing to be that spark. Gilbert had potential. She saw the look of surprise in his eyes when she had offered to tutor him. They were the eyes of a boy who had never been given a chance, and Maddie could relate to this in some way or the other. It wasn't easy being the shy little sister of the school's most abrasive, loud mouthed track star. She too was used to living in the shadows of someone who was deemed to be much more relevant and important in the grand scheme of things.

But at least Maddie was praised for what she could do. She had a loving family who praised her on her academics, and supported her through her struggles with shyness. Gilbert, on the other hand, didn't seem to have that ground support. He spoke fondly of Liza, but from what Maddie could perceive, Gilbert was lonely. He wanted someone closer than a best friend. Whether it was a girlfriend, or someone who he could consider to be a sibling, Maddie didn't know, but what she did know was that she wanted to prove the German wrong. He was far from alone, and even though she had just met him, Maddie wanted to be there for him.

In this sense, Maddie understood why Alfred was so protective of others. Her brother wanted to let people know that they mattered, and he wanted to prove to them that their rights as bullying victims was something worth fighting for. The Canadian grimaced. It was such a shame that the power of his position had gone to his head.

Maddie tapped Gilbert on the shoulder. The German stopped walking, his eyebrows raised in confusion as he gave the Canadian a puzzled look.

"Did you hear something?" he asked.

Maddie shook her head. "No, um, I was wondering." The Canadian faltered. All she had do was grab his hand. She didn't have to say anything if she didn't want to. And judging by the soft look that he gave her, Gilbert wouldn't have minded at all. He had a fond light in his eyes that longed for contact and trust. Despite this, Maddie couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You mentioned that Rodereich was your cousin. How come you guys turned out to be so different?" The Canadian cringed at her lame attempt to make conversation. Maddie's cringe, however, quickly turned into a look of pure terror when she heard a deeply accented, yet all too familiar voice bellow from behind her.

"IT'S BECAUSE, UNLIKE HIM, I KNOW HOW TO CONDUCT MYSELF IN A CIVILIZED MANNER."

CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! Rodereich's dress shoes clacked against the ground angrily, representing the Austrian's mood all too perfectly.

Gilbert and Maddie froze, their eyes wide with horror when they heard Rodereich's footsteps echo from behind them. Turning around, Maddie and Gilbert faced a fuming Rodereich, whose face looked so angry that they immediately took a few steps back. Judging by Gilbert's initial surprise, even the German hadn't seen his cousin get this furious.

The Austrian walked so fast that his cow lick bobbed up and down. "I take it that you're the girl who stole my keys," Rodereich sneered, looking down at the Canadian as he approached the dumb founded pair of delinquents.

Gilbert placed a protective arm in front of Maddie. "So what if she is? You were the dumbass who let them get stolen in the first place."

Rodereich huffed in disdain, stopping to stand in front of Gilbert. The Austrian pompously stuck up his nose in front of the German. Rodereich was far too 'civilized' to resort to Gilbert's 'brutish' insults. "Be that as it may, she still broke the rules and for that there must be consequences."

Gilbert turned his head to the side so that he could whisper to Maddie. "On the count of three, I want you to run for it. I'll hold him back for you."

"NO!" Maddie protested, immediately cupping her hand over her mouth when Gilbert gave her a pleading look. The German didn't want the Austrian to know of his plan. "I'm not leaving you," the Canadian whispered.

"Yes, you are!" Gilbert hissed. "One," the German muttered under his breath, his eyes never wavering from their current stare down with the furious Austrian, who characteristically had his arms crossed into a patronizing stance. Judging by the haughty look on Rodereich's face, the Austrian wasn't expecting the delinquents to fight back. Maddie clenched her fists. Unfortunately for the Austrian, that's exactly what they planned to do.

Gilbert cracked his neck on both sides. "Two."

"I said NO!"

"Too fucking bad," the German snapped, his eyes livid with the stubbornness of his own courage.

"THREE!" With a cry, Gilbert launched himself at the unsuspecting Austrian, tackling him to the ground. Gasping for air, Rodereich flailed on the ground, fighting to free himself from the German's suffocating grasp. Pinning down the Austrian's shoulder's so that he couldn't move, Gilbert turned back to look at Maddie.

The Canadian could only stand there and watch, helpless and confused as her mouth parted open with shock. "Maple," the Canadian mouthed.

"RUN!" The German bellowed at her, crying out when Rodereich aimed a successful punch to his jaw. The Austrian was beyond acting civilized now. The two cousins rolled over each other, throwing punches and curses every which way.

"WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! RODDY'S FIGHTING BACK!" Gilbert cackled despite the fact that Rodereich had now him pinned him to the ground. The German was in his element; he lived to tread on the irritation of others.

The Austrian used his free hand to push up the glasses resting on the bridge of his upturned nose. "You don't know how long I've waited to do this," he snarled, using his fist to wring Gilbert by the collar of his shirt. "I've had it up to here with you and your self-righteousness!"

Dodging another punch, Gilbert looked past Rodereich's shoulders and over at Maddie. Rodereich cried out in pain when his fist connected with the floor. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!" Gilbert screamed. "RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN!"

Blinking away her shock, Maddie turned around and ran towards the nearest classroom. She refused to leave Gilbert behind. Pulling out one of her red maple leaf clips from her hair, Maddie fiddled around with the lock. She had only seen Gilbert do this once, but Maddie was desperate enough to try anything.

CLICK!

The Canadian didn't have time to relish in her victory.

Maddie thrust open the door to the woodshop classroom. Flickering on the lights, Maddie's eyes darted around the classroom, looking for anything that would be of help. Tools of all sorts hung in a shed to her right. To her left, sat several wooden work shop tables. Maddie smiled when her eyes latched onto the solution to her dilemma. Resting on the wooden table closest to her and gleaming in the sunlight filtering from the classroom window was a pair of industrial masking tape.

With a massive grin on her face, the Canadian grabbed the masking tape. Her plan was crazy, but it definitely had potential. Running back out into the hallway, Maddie found that Gilbert was in a much better position than the one that she had left him in. Back on his feet, Gilbert ducked when Rodereich aimed a sloppy punch at his head. Rodereich cursed in German, while Gilbert cried out with laughter, his eyes wild with the euphoria of an adrenaline rush. Maddie stood there, stuck in place once more as she watched the two boys practically snap at each other's throats.

"Is that all you got pansy boy?" Gilbert leered, grabbing onto Rodereich's shirt as he thrust him up against a locker. The German raised his fist in front of the Austrian's face. "Any last words?" he cackled.

Rodereich let out a disgruntled sniff. The Austrian spoke to the German as if he still had the upper hand in the situation. "Anything I say would go in one ear and out the other. But go on, hit me if you like. It'll only prove how much of a brute you are."

Gilbert brought his face even closer to Rodereich's. "Don't push me Roddy."

"I'll do whatever the hell I want!" Rodereich snapped, reciprocating Gilbert's fierce glower. "And you wonder why I don't like you hanging around Elizabeta! The only thing that you can offer her is your own stupidity!"

"THAT'S IT! FAMILY OR NOT I'M ABOUT TO BREAK YOUR FUCKING FACE!" Gilbert roared. The Austrian had touched a nerve and he was more than proud of it. He was elated.

"Funny how you haven't even asked me about Elizabeta," Rodereich sneered, ignoring the fist that wavered dangerously in front of his smug looking face. The Austrian didn't cower in the face of the German's clenched fist. Not even once. Instead, a sly smirk played onto Rodereich's lips as he continued to poke at Gilbert's growing agitation.

"I don't need to ask about someone who I know for a fact can fight her way through anything!" Gilbert growled. "Especially when that fight includes a hobbit sized cheese ball, a piano douche with an inferiority complex, and a smug scheisse for brains American."

"HE'S RIGHT!" Maddie shouted, smirking as she walked over to the feuding cousins. With a satisfying rip, Maddie pulled open the roll of tape. For a moment, the German gave her a puzzled expression, but when he saw the devious look embedded in the Canadian's impish violet eyes, Gilbert immediately caught on to her plan. "I'm sure that Liza is giving them hell as we speak. Eh, Gilbert?"

Rodereich opened his mouth to say something, but Gilbert clamped a pale hand over his mouth. Now all the delinquents could hear were the Austrian's muffled German curses of protests.

The German's cocky smirk answered the Canadian's question. "I thought that I told you to run away," Gilbert snickered.

"Ja," Maddie mocked in a German accent. "But then again, this seemed like more fun."

Rodereich's lilac eyes widened with fear when he realized what the pair of delinquents planned to do to him. "MMMPPPPH!"

While Maddie gleefully ripped up multiple pieces of tape, Gilbert took to shushing and cooing at the struggling Austrian. "Sshhh. Do not fret my precious little douche bag. I'm sure that someone will find you…eventually kesese. Hmm, what would happen if Liza found you all tied up? I'm sure that she'd take lots of pictures don't you think? Actually, I wouldn't be too surprised if she just left you like this. Liza can be a real freak of nature when she wants to be."

Rodereich's eyes widened in horror at the thought. This wasn't the first time that he had been subjected to Liza's perverted outbursts. Unfortunately for the Austrian, this time certainly wouldn't be the last. Er... not that he minded it entirely…wait what?

"Kesesese! Poor little Roddy, tied up and no where to go."

"MMPH!"

"Oh Hush now. There's no need to be so vulgar. Loosen up… Oh wait you can't BAHAHAHA!" Gilbert paced back in forth in front of the taped down Austrian, cackling so hard that he lost his train of thought.

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes! Maddie dear, do you think that you could hand me that pen?"

The Canadian gave the German a wary look. "What are you planning Gilbert?"

"HMMPH! Just do it." Gilbert's face crinkled into a pout when the Canadian glared at him. Please?"

"Fine."

"KESESE! PREPARE YOURSELF, FOR THE AWESOME ME WILL NOW VANQUISH YOU INTO AN OBLIVION!"

Rodereich's muffled cries of protest translated to: "IF THAT PEN EVEN SO MUCH AS TOUCHES MY HOLIER THAN THOU DOUCHE SKIN, I SHALL END YOU."

"Hmmm, if I draw a penis on your forehead, does that make you a dickhead?" the German mused.

Rodereich's face just about turned purple with anger.

"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" Maddie cried, quickly snatching the pen out of Gilbert's hands.

"BUT WHYYYY?" Gilbert wailed.

"Because," the Canadian flashed the German with a wry smile. "I want to do it."

Gilbert beamed. He had just found the love of his life.

Current Mode of Progress: Survivor's: 5 Caught: 1 Escapee's: 1

Hall Monitors Incapacitated: 1/3