Sorry for the lack of updates the last couple days! I was distracted by a computer game I got an expansion pack for, but I am back. *for a little while* xD By the way, I suck at writing Roderich, I know it already, so ignore his ooc-ness please. =_= I love the pairing, but I like reading it more than writing it, I just cannot get his character right. I'd watch hetalia episodes with him in it, but there's a sleeping two-year-old in the room, so that wouldn't work. If this chapter comes out more Gilbert than Roderich, now you know why.

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Gilbert leaned up against the wall at the back of the room. To say the class was small would be an understatement. There were three other people besides him in the room, and one of them was the teacher. Why couldn't they have just joined up with another class, seriously.

The teacher also sat on the floor, looking at the two students that sat on the floor around him. He leaned over a little to see that Gilbert was sitting way back against the wall. "You can come up here and join us."

"No." Gilbert said flatly, "I'm fine right where I'm at."

Okay. That was a first. He'd never seen a teacher pout before. It was actually pretty hilarious. Clearly the guy had some issues of his own.

"Fine, we'll move back there." The teacher stood up and motioned to the other to go to the back of the room where Gilbert was.

Gilbert rolled his eyes, "Clearly there aren't any teacher's notes that are passed on with the students."

"Your teachers think you're gone from this world. There's only a couple that don't know." The teacher-counselor-whatever-the-heck-this-guy-is commented with a smile.

"You mean dead." Gilbert said flatly, "Just say it. Seriously. And I don't care if there are only a couple who know, the couple teachers who do know, I guarantee you, know me quite well."

"I take it you have a record at school?" He looked amused more than anything else. The other two students were just staring at Gilbert in shock.

"Maybe." Gilbert smirked, "Only for class disruptions and getting into the occasional fight with some prejudiced moron."

"…well sounds like whoever it was had it coming." He still looked slightly amused.

"How do you say dead so easily?" Okay the brunette kid has issues too apparently.

"How can you not?" Gilbert just looked at him, "Dead is dead, you don't have to sugarcoat it."

"But dead is like gone forever!" Great. Blondie has issues too. This was going to be a loooong class.

"No crap, dead is gone forever. It's not like we have a bunch of zombies walking around." Gilbert glared at the blonde.

"That would be creepy." The counselor commented. Clearly he was failing as a teacher, so he must be a counselor.

"I knew that!" The blonde pouted. Was this the room for the pouters? Because the awesome me most certainly does NOT pout. "But how can you just talk about someone dying so easily? You're never gonna see them again if they're gone!"

Gilbert just stared at him with an are-you-stupid-look on his face, "Well unless you're a psychic, obviously you can't talk to the dead. That goes right along with, they're gone forever."

"I think the point is here, that you talk about being dead as if it's not that big of a deal." The counselor spoke up.

"Because it's not. If the person is dead, it means they're not here. They're somewhere else, somewhere probably much better than this craphole." Gilbert commented.

"…craphole…" Now the counselor was speechless. Clearly counselor didn't fit this guy either.

"But don't you miss the person at all?" Brunette kid finally speaks!

"I don't know. I don't have anyone I know who's dead." Gilbert glared at the brunette.

"Your grandparents are still alive?" Was that this kid's problem?

"I don't know them." Gilbert continued glaring.

"Whaaaaaat? Not your mom's or your dad's?" Hm. He regained his ability to speak.

"Hey dumbass. Just so you know, I live with my mother. I've seen my father once in my life that I remember." Gilbert glared at the idiot-who-was-supposed-to-be-helping.

Well now apparently he can't talk at all. Awesome me made three people speechless~!

Gilbert smirked slightly. The silence was hilarious.

"So you never spoke to your dad at all?" Oh the blonde was brave.

"Obviously not, or I would have said that. I've seen him once. And he doesn't even know who I am. It's not like I went up to him and introduced myself." Gilbert glared at the blonde.

"Did he and your mother not get along?" Idiot-who-was-supposed-to-be-helping recovers fast. Faster than the brunette idiot anyway.

"How the heck should I know? It's not like we talk about it! There's nothing to talk about if he's not there with us now, is there?" Gilbert snapped at him.

Silence once again. It'd be quite amusing to be able to read their thoughts right now.

"Man if I had never met my dad I'd be asking about him." The brunette spoke up.

"Oh sure you would." Gilbert looked at him. Now this is just annoying. "People who say crap like that, put themselves in the actual person's position, and their reaction would be exactly the same."

"Name one good reason you have that you don't make an attempt to talk to your father." The idiot-who-was-supposed-to-be-helping stared at Gilbert as if he was attempting to read his mind.

Gilbert remained silent for a moment before smiling a very cold smile, "Because somehow starting off a conversation with: 'Hi, you don't know me, but I'm the one son your wife left with, and by the way, I'm going to die in two months or so because you weren't around to give me the transfusion I needed.' Doesn't seem like it would go over well, does it?"

Oh their faces were absolutely hilarious! They were so pale they looked like actual ghosts!

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Roderich sat at home by himself. His parents were out working, as they usually were. So he sat alone in the living room, staring at homework he knew he should be working on. The school day had seemed so long. Perhaps he should just turn in early for the night. After his homework was done.

He picked up his pen that had been laying on the table and was about to write when he slammed the pen down on the table with much more force than he knew was necessary. Forget the homework. His grades wouldn't drop to failing for not completing one assignment! Roderich threw everything in his backpack and stalked up the stairs. Tomorrow he would make sure the day passed by a little more eventfully. He just had to get some ideas. Maybe he could convince Alfred to help him out. They had two classes together.

Roderich sat on his bed, arms crossed, and a thoughtful expression on his face. What should he do? There had to be some way to make class more interesting. Gilbert would probably have tons of ideas. But it's not like he could ever answer his phone even if Roderich did get up the nerve to send him a message. Ghosts don't text. Roderich slumped back on his pillow with a sigh. He really should have allowed himself to have a little more fun when Gilbert was still around. Now he was going to have to do it by himself. And probably going to make an absolutely fool of himself. Oh well.

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They're still not talking. They're still staring. Gilbert was rather amused by this point. He shook his head slightly and leaned his head back against the wall, "I'm taking a nap. Let me know when you all feel like not being stuck on stupid anymore and actually talking."

Gilbert closed his eyes. They still didn't say anything. Naptime then.

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This was definitely more Gilbert than Roderich. = w = by the way, it is evening here. It's kind of hard to tell with the way I'm writing isn't it? Sorry. Leave me a review? There will be more Roderich in next chapter~ , and much more ooc Roderich. Sorry. =_=