Chapter 8

LOOK WHO RETURNED FROM THE DEAD! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I'LL EXPLAIN AT THE END OF THIS CHAP

So, notes regarding the story:

The nations are going hipster. Whether you like it or not. :)

And something's going on with the student's phones?

Oh, and the H key of my laptop is acting weird, so if you see a word that misses the letter H, you know why.

WARNING: Perverted user-names, use of alcohol, and general awkwardness (and maybe some cross-dressing if I'm in a good mood :) )


Date: September 6

Place: Building 1, Room 113

It was Saturday morning, and the air reeked of party. Arthur could just feel it in the air: People were going crazy.

The Frog had been keeping him up all night, typing on his laptop to answer all the mails of his new advise column and girls asking him what to wear to the party. Arthur didn't understand it, it was just a regular party, why couldn't they just pick out a nice shirt and some jeans to go along with it? That was what he was going to do for sure. Well, at least he thought he was.

"Are you wearing that to the party?" Francis asked, sneering at his simple green shirt and dark jeans. "I was planning to." Arthur said, keeping his annoyance in pretty well. "I wouldn't do it if I were you." And with that, Francis walked away. "Wait a second, where are you going? You have no right to insult my clothing taste and just walk away like that! Who the hell do you think you are, the bloody queen?" Arthur ran after Francis, out of their dorm, the latter one just doing that weird French smirk of his, and walking along.

The people who shared the building with them made the wise choice to stay inside their dorms, and not coming out to see the fight that was surely to erupt. The commotion could be heard trough the whole building, and some nations were wondering if they should call the nurse already. Arthur, however, had (for once in his life) no intention of using his fist at the Frenchman's face.

"Wait, you Frog!" he yelled. Francis turned around, eyes big in one of his most 'innocent' looks. Of course the man was everything but innocent, but this particular look had fooled many poor girls by thinking otherwise. "What is it, Angleterre?" he said.

Arthur took a deep breath, and stood up straight. "Can you help me with my clothes for the party?" he asked nervously.

The second the words left his mouth he regretted them, because A. Francis' face seemed to light up with happiness, something he didn't want Frog-face to have, and B., his way of dressing was perfectly fine! Sure, it was a bit plain, not nearly as extravagant as Francis', but he was fine with it. Really. He was. Totally. Absolutely fine. Yes.

"Ah," Francis said, interrupting Arthur's regretful thoughts, "I thought you'd never ask! I guess big brother France was right after all, eh?" Arthur cursed under his breath while Francis walked back to their dorm. "Alright then," he said, his accent swirling and curling around the words, "Let's give little Angleterre a more fashionable wardrobe."


Welcome to Twitter!

Ludwig Beilschmidt Brotato

Since when do we have Twitter, and more importantly, WHO CHANGED MY USERNAME?!

Arthur Kirkland SlytherinSlut

Well, now I look like an idiot. Thanks, Fricklefrackler.

Francis Bonnefoy Fricklefrackler

SlytherinSlut You didn't need my help for that, mon ami ;)

Alfred F. Jones HamburgerHoe

WHO WANTS TO PARTY?

Arthur Kirkland SlytherinSlut

HamburgerHoe Shut up Alfred.

Lovino Vargas Censored

HamburgerHoe Shut up Alfred.

Ivan Braginsky Can'tSpellYaoiWithoutYaoAndI

HamburgerHoe Shut up Alfed :)

Yao Wang DumplingDildo

Can'tSpellYaoiWithoutYaoAndI I WANT YOU TO CHANGE YOUR USERNAME

Ivan Braginsky Can'tSpellYaoiWithoutYaoAndI

DumplingDildo But I like it!

Kairo Rosewood PrincipalKnowsBest

I see you're all enjoying your new user-names. I picked them well, didn't I?

Yao Wang DumplingDildo

Can'tSpellYaoiWithoutYaoAndI PrincipalKnowsBest AIYAH

Lovino Vargas Censored

PrincipalKnowsBest HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?

Kairo Rosewood PrincipalKnowsBest

Censored Watch your mouth, Lovino. I might change your user-name to something else ;)

Lovino Vargas Censored

PrincipalKnowsBest Like what?!

Kairo Rosewood PrincipalKnowsBest

Censored Huehuehuehue

Lovino Vargas Antonio'sBitch

GOD DAMMIT


Lovino was not pleased. Not only had the crazy principal changed his Twitter user-name to something humiliating and totally not accurate, it was the day of Alfred's party, he didn't get enough sleep, and to top it off, the tomato bastard was sitting in the living room with a tomato costume on.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Lovino shouted, staring at Antonio. "Hola Lovino!" Antonio said, giving Lovino one of his signature grins, "Look! I bought you tomatoes!" He pointed at a large basket full of tomatoes, which was sitting at his feet. Lovino was officially weirded out. He had seen a lot of Antonio trough the past week and, much to his dismay, had gotten to know him pretty well, but THIS?

"IN THE NAME OF NONNO'S PANTS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" he yelled. "I thought your granddad didn't wear pants?" Lovino could feel himself getting angrier, not that it was something new, but his anger seemed to be going up in an unusual speed and with a force that only Antonio had been able to unleash. "Damn Spaniard... Why are you wearing that anyway? It makes you look like more of an idiotic bastard than you already are." "Loviii, be nice!" Antonio whined, "Why aren't you eating the tomatoes I bought you? Do you want to eat them together?" "No." Lovino simply stated.

He sighed, guessing he wouldn't get an answer out of the Spaniard. He took the basket of tomatoes and grabbed one out of it. If he was going to put up with this bastard, he at least wanted a juicy tomato to help him keep his common sense. (Not that he had a lot) He almost gasped in surprise at the overwhelmingly good taste of the tomato. "Bastard! Where did you get this?" He asked Antonio. The latter one held his hands up in defense, "I just got them from the school garden!" he said, "I had to pay for it though since I don't work there. Maybe I should join them... I could get free tomatoes. Free tomatoes are nice! Just as nice as turtles. Yeah, turtles are nice."

Lovino quietly stalked away from the rambling Spaniard, who didn't even notice him leave until his door slammed shut. He scoffed and rested his head against the wall. "Stupid idiot." he mumbled to himself.


"AWSOMENESS HAS ARRIVED!" Gilbert yelled as he burst into the cafetaria. A couple of 'Oh gosh..."'s rose from the room, as well as some glares and the occasional profanities. Gilbert shrugged it off as being a side-effect of his awesomeness and casually strode over to his usual table with the BTT. Weirdly enough, the other members of the trio weren't there yet. Gilbert sat his stuff at the table before getting in the long line for breakfast.

While all of the students had a kitchen in their buildings (Well, they tried to keep Arthur away from it, but with no avail), most of them just went to the cafetaria to get their food, whether it was out of laziness or the fact they couldn't, or weren't allowed (Arthur) to cook.

Today's breakfast consisted of three choices: Pancakes with syrup, waffles with butter, or French toast with sugar. Gilbert decided to go with the waffles, hoping that Bella made them, since her waffles were simply the best. Grabbing a glass of orange juice, he walked back to his table, only to find a pleasant surprise munching on his pancakes. "Birdie?" "Oh, hi Gil!" Matthew said. In the short time they'd known each other they already went to the stage of giving each other nicknames. "I didn't expect to see you here, this is where I usually eat with Francis and Antonio." "O-oh," Matthew stuttered, "I can leave if you want..." "No!" Gilbert quickly cut him off. Matthew looked up in surprise at Gilbert's little outburst. "I mean... It's already full in here, so you have to sit with us, okay?" "Okay."

They sat and ate in silence for a while, until a certain Frenchman decided to disturb them.

"Ohonhonhonhon, look who we have here? Prusse, I didn't know you were friends with mon petit Matthieu." "Shut it, Franny." Gilbert said, sensing the meaning behind Francis' words.

The group of three just talked for a while, until Gilbert got bored of the conversation and started screaming how awesome he was. This led to a couple of students throwing insults at his head, to the point where they actually had to leave the cafeteria before Elizabeta broke Gilbert's other arm with her trusty frying pan.

"So, Francis, who are you bringing to the party?" Gilbert asked. Francis frowned; He had been so busy with school, his club and the newspaper column, that he hadn't got himself a date yet. "Ah, I don't know yet. I guess I'll just ask someone later. How about you, Gilbert?" "Oh," Gilbert shrugged, "I couldn't find someone awesome enough to be my date, so I'll just bring Mattie." Francis wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "As lovers?" he asked. Gilbert glared. "As friends. Now stop your perverted bullshit, Francophile." "I wasn't-" "Can you two just drop it already? I don't want to be in the middle of your bickering." Matthew said. "Sorry Matt." Gilbert pouted. "But anyways," he turned to Francis, "It wouldn't really make sense for me to bring Mattie as a date, since we've only known each other for, like, what? A week? You can't fall in love with someone in just a week." "Hmm," Francis said, "I know some people who might disagree with you."


Kiku was sitting in the garden when he spotted him: The boy from philosophy class. He was calmly walking towards the large tree Kiku was sitting under, the same dreamy look on is face as Kiku remembered from class. The boy sat down next to him, a shy smile on his face. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked. Kiku shook his head, allowing the boy to lean back against the trunk of the tree. They sat in silence for a while, until te boy turned his head sideways to face Kiku. "I'm Herakles," he said, "What's your name?" Kiku smiled slightly. He tilted his head so his raven hair fell into his face. "Nice to meet you, Herakles-san. My name is Kiku."


12:05

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Kiku Honda

Message: Hey, where have you been all day? I haven't seen you since breakfast!

12:11

From: Kiku Honda

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message: I was at the gardens with a friend.

12:11

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Kiku Honda

Message: I THOUGT I WAS YOUR FRIEND

12:13

From: Kiku Honda

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message: You are my friend. Please calm down.

12:13

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Kiku Honda

Message: I AM HURT.

12:14

From: Kiku Honda

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message: Gilbert-san, please forgive me.

12:14

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Kiku Honda

Message: I CAN'T, KIKU, YOU BROKE MY AWESOME HEART. I WILL NEVER LOOK AT YOU THE SAME WAY AGAIN.

12:16

From: Kiku Honda

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message: I'll buy you Pocky.

12:16

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Kiku Honda

Message: SNIFF SNIFF

12:17

From: Kiku Honda

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message: With beer flavour

12:17

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Kiku Honda

Message: YOU ARE FORGIVEN. I LOVE YOU.


Herakles walked into his dorm room, carefully checking for the presence of his roommate, before barging in and collapsing on the bed. "Finally," he thought, "A couple of minutes without Sadik nagging at me. Just me, the quiet, and my cats." He took a deep breath, almost tasting the lazy Saturday afternoon feeling. His eyes started drooping, the sun in his face and a nice, gentle breeze blowing trough his hair. He was just about to fall asleep when... "I'M BACK!" Sadik slammed open the door, effectively waking up Herakles, and barged into the room. His eyes seemed to shine behind his mask, wich, Herakles knew, was definetly NOT a good thing. Sadik started ranting to him but Herakles just tuned him out, pretending to listen to his Ipod, while in reality he was just daydreaming about his new friend. "Kiku is very cute indeed. Like a little cat. Cat's are awesome. Yeah, Kiku is cute."


"Tino?" Matthias walked into his friend's dorm, "I've got you something!" Tino looked up from where he was sitting on his bed. "What? Matthias, is that what I think it is?" "Yup! It sure is!" Tino sighed in exasperation. "Matthias, why did you buy me a pregnancy test?" "NO QUESTIONS!" the young nation yelled, "TAKE THE TEST!" A deep sigh and a roll of the eyes, and Tino went off to the bathroom, test in hand. "I'm only doing this because killing you would leave such a mess!" "I love you too." said Matthias, "Now hush. I wanna know if I'm going to be an uncle."


14:06

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Alfred F. Jones

Message: Dude, have you seen Arthur?!

14:07

From: Alfred F. Jones

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message: Ofcourse! I just saw him earlier today!

14:07

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Alfred F. Jones

Message: No, I mean, have you seen him? What he's wearing, I mean.

14:08

From: Alred F. Jones

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message: Uhm, no. Why?

14:08

From: Gilbert Beilschmidt

To: Alfred F. Jones

Message: Kesesesesesesesese

14:08

From: Alfred F. Jones

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message:

14:10

From: Alfred F. Jones

To: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Message: Did you just type out your laugh?


"And?" Matthias asked, looking like an eager little puppy, "Am I gonna be an uncle?" "Of course you aren't." Tino said, "It's negative. Wich makes sense, since I am a GUY." "But-" "Why did I have to take this anyway? Ugh, I'm getting a headache." Tino stood up and grabbed a bottle of little white pills. "WAIT!" Matthias yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "Taking an aspirin..." Tino said, eyes wide in shock, "I've been getting headaches lately. Why?" "LOOK AT THE LABLE!" Matthias yelled, jumping up, "ITRIEDTOPRANKLUKASBUTAPPEARENTLYITBACKFIREDANDINEVERMEANTFORYOUTOGETITBUTI'MSORRYIGUESSITWASANACCIDENT I'VE GOTTA GO!" And with that, the Dane ran away. Tino read the label on the bottom of the little bottle. "Wait... These are... Female hormone pills?" Ten seconds later, the nurse prepared herself for yet another patient. Her warning call? The loud Finnish curses, terrified Danish screams, and the call of a name that was loud enough to be heard by the entire campus. "MATTHIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!"


Ludwig's Journal: To figure out an Italian

Day 3

When I woke up this morning, I was greeted by Feliciano laying on top of me, his limbs spread everywhere and the cat on his head (with his tail in my mouth). After some yelling (me), screaming (Feliciano), and hissing (the cat), I went to take a shower. When I came back, they were both gone. I decided to enjoy the silence for a minute and looked out my window- to see Feliciano hanging from a tree, the cat a few branches above him. Now, this situation was worrying on its own, but for some reason the universe decided it wasn't enough, and so I had to see Feliciano trying to coax a cat out of a tree in his underwear. Well, it could have been worse, at least he was wearing something this time. Well, I have to go, I gotta get a scared Italian out of a tree.

Conclusion: Do not leave Italians alone for a long time, unless you want trouble and embarrasing situations. I was unable to figure them out today.


"Alchohol?" Alfred asked. "Check." Matthew said from the couch, holding up a beer bottle and checking off 'Alcohol' on his clipboard list.

"Okay. Snacks?" "Check." "Spin the bottle?" "Check." "Seven minutes in heaven?" "Check." "Ridiculous hats and costumes?" "Check." "Punch?" "Check." "Awesome, gigantic house with a pool and a bazillion bedrooms, wich is perfect to host a party in?" "Check." "WE'RE READY!" Alfred yelled.

"We better be, the guests are coming in, like, what? 10 minutes? Anyways, they're coming soon." "Yes, Mattster, I know." "Don't call me that."

"Alrighty then. Let's get the party started! Whoop whoop!" Alfred grinned and jumped. "Please," Matthew said, "You're embarrassing me." Alfred stopped jumping. "Whatever. This is gonna be the best party ever!" Ding dong. "It's a guest! I'VE GOT THE DOOR!" "Well," Matthew sighed, "Here goes nothing."


Hooray for holidays! I just wanted you to give this update since I've been gone FOREVER, and, well, this is only half a chapter, so TECHNICALLY I wasn't lying when I said this was the party chapter. I am going to continue with this chapter RIGHT AWAY and try to get part 2 out ASAP, but I can't make any promises for when it will be out. As for the explanation of my tardiness, school has been CRAZY and I had this HUGE writers block wich was just... Ugh. I couldn't stand to even LOOK at this story, let alone write anything. But I'm back and I'm on fire! Well, kind of. The good news is that I've actually come up with a plot for this, I know, HUGE SHOCK, I never have a plot, haha, still working on that, and, well, I'm really excited and stuff. And it's summer! Wich means my mood is going up, since my mood depends on the weather and right now it's SUNNY AS FUCK and I'm really happy and hyper and I should stop talking now and continue with the chapter. See ya soon!

Next time on DLTN: It's party time! But oh no, what's happening here? This is not a happy party atmosphere! And so many questions! Who likes who, who spiked the punch, who convinced Arthur to dress like that, who ate the pasta (okay, we all know that one), what the hell is going on here, and, most importantly, who are those idiots moaning in the closet? Find out in the next chapter of The Daily Life of a Teenage Nation!

Hyperactive kisses from your favourite pirate,

Bunny out!