So with new music in my windows media player, I am ready to continue writing~ :D I know I promised some people the update would come on Thursday, sorry about that. I got a bad headache that lasted two days. =_=


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Lovino glared at the bottom of the bed that was above him. How often was it now that he had been woken up by Gilbert's constant tossing and turning in the mattress? He grabbed his pillow and pressed it to his face, letting out a muffled yell of frustration. The whole damn bed moves when somebody on it shifts! Lovino looked over at the other bunk bed and saw Arthur and Matthew weren't moving at all. Lucky them. Was Gilbert even awake? Lovino leaned over the side of his bed but couldn't tell, apparently Gilbert was close to the wall. Lovino rolled back over onto his side and put the pillow over his head again. Maybe he should just sleep on the floor.

Lovino leaned over and tested the floor with one hand. It wouldn't be so bad if he used his blankets as a sleeping bag. Well if he didn't get any more sleep this morning then he would try that tonight. Lovino nodded and closed his eyes, attempting to go back to sleep. Lovino settled in, hugging the pillow closer. Sleep was just within reach…

"RISE AND SHINE! IT'S TIME TO GET UP FOR YOUR MORNING BREAKFAST AND CLASSES!"

WELL IT USED TO BE. Lovino slammed the pillow against the wall. It was WAY too early for this!

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Gilbert yelled, "It's four o'clock in the morning!"

Oh. So Gilbert was awake. Well. Fine then. He could have been yelling at Gilbert to decide on one spot and stay there.

"RISE AND SHINE!" *CLICK*

Lovino glared at the mattress above him as a muffled grumble came from it.

"Damn it…this is gonna SUCK."

You're telling me. Lovino rolled over again and grabbed his pillow back. No way was he getting up yet.

"Is it morning already?" Arthur asked, sitting up.

"Nein. Four o'clock hardly counts as morning." Gilbert grumbled. He leaned over the side of the bed and looked down at Lovino, "You getting up?"

"No." Lovino grumbled, turning his head to glare at him, "This is a bad dream and it's not time to get up yet."

"I'm all for that." Gilbert raised his hand slightly. How does someone raise their hand while hanging their head upside down? Well. He certainly pulled it off. Lovino sighed heavily, but still didn't move.

Arthur sighed, "You know if we all don't get up and moving they're probably going to come in here and force us up."

"I'm up." Lovino sat up straight in bed. One rude wake-up call was enough for the morning.

Gilbert sighed heavily. "Fine. He clearly is not a morning person. And neither am I."

Lovino looked over and saw Matthew had yet to move. "You're awake though." Lovino glared up at Gilbert as he climbed off the bed.

"Yeah. And I've also been awake." Gilbert returned the glare. "I couldn't sleep." Gilbert climbed down the ladder and stretched one arm above his head. "I'm gonna fall asleep during class."

No really? I think I knew you couldn't sleep already. Lovino continued glaring at him before shaking his head in frustration. "Are you wearing what you wore to bed?" Lovino asked, looking over at the dresser that held their clothes.

"Might as well." Gilbert shrugged.

"We'll catch up with you two!" Arthur commented, waving at both of them. Apparently Matthew was not getting up. Breakfast time then.

"See you later then." Gilbert walked out of the room. Lovino followed along behind him, still mentally cursing about the rude wake-up call.

"How did you sleep then?" He ran a hand through his silver hair, attempting to straighten out the bedhead he was left with from all the tossing and turning.

"I didn't." Lovino grumbled, choosing not to argue with his own hair.

Gilbert looked at him with raised eyebrows, "You couldn't sleep either?"

Lovino forced a smile, "You know how hard it is to sleep when the bed keeps moving because somebody can't stay in one spot?"

Gilbert's face reddened a bit, "Well excuse me for not being able to get comfortable!"

"I know the feeling." Lovino glared at him and stalked into the cafeteria.

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Antonio moved in the mattress he was sleeping on. It had definitely been a long night. But the morning was finally here. Another day of the same old thing. Antonio looked over at Alfred and saw he was sitting up.

"Ready to get moving?" Antonio asked.

"No. Ready to go back to sleep. I was hoping when I woke up, this would just have been a nightmare. But my hand is still broken, and Matthew is still not here." Alfred sighed heavily.

Antonio sighed heavily. He picked up his cell phone, but it remained silent with no new notifications. "I wonder if ghosts can text back." He sighed and threw his phone in the direction of his backpack before sitting up. "Man. Class had better be worth it."

"No kidding." Alfred groaned.

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Lovino sat down across from Gilbert. He shook his head and looked at the eggs on his tray. Well. They were supposed to be eggs. But they didn't look like it. Lovino yanked the ketchup bottle over that was sitting on the table, might as well make them at least taste a little better.

He looked up and saw Gilbert was grinning at his phone. They weren't supposed to use it unless they were texting their parents so…

"Did your mother text you?" Lovino asked, curious. That or someone had texted a dead person's cell phone. That would be creepy.

"Ja. Totally mutti." Gilbert said, without looking up. That was the most unconvincing load of crap ever. It was so not his mother. Which meant somebody was texting a dead person's cell phone, and he was texting back. So somebody out there thinks a ghost can text message. …Lovino pulled out his own phone and looked at it.

I wonder if Antonio would think that? Lovino tapped in a message just to be curious and sent it off. He pocketed the phone and started eating the eggs.

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Antonio looked over at his phone as it started going off, "Huh?" He had pulled on the same outfit he had worn yesterday, not really caring if people noticed.

"Dude. Who texts you this early?" Alfred asked.

"Probably Feli." Antonio looked at the phone, freezing as the message popped up. "AH!" He dropped the phone.

"Who is it?" Alfred blinked.

"A ghost!" Antonio panicked.

"AAAAAAAAAA!" Alfred ran from the room, "I can't stand ghosts!"

"Geez he's fast." Antonio picked up the phone and held it at arm's length away from him.

Well I certainly hope you're up and not still in bed. It's no point living if you spend the whole time in bed now is it?

… Antonio stared at the message. Would Lovi's ghost respond if he tapped in a message? Antonio looked at the phone before sending a response and pocketing the phone. He could hardly believe he was actually hoping a ghost would send him a text message. How was that even possible?

Antonio shook his head and hurried down the steps, "It's probably Feli with Lovino's phone. Relax."

"Yeah…that would make sense…" Alfred leaned on the table in the dining room, "What's for breakfast?"

"Just grab something from the fridge." Antonio rustled around in his backpack, making sure everything was in it that he needed for the day.

"Okay!" Alfred skipped over to the fridge and yanked it open, "Food…food…"

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"Think this is safe?" Gilbert asked.

Lovino looked up and saw he was poking the eggs, "They taste fine to me. Was the sausage safe?"

"Ja. And really good." Gilbert smiled.

He was way too cheerful to be just texting his mother. He was definitely texting someone else. And that was Lovino's phone going off. Lovino pulled out the phone and looked at the message.

I'm not in bed. Alfred went and punched a wall so he was sleeping over here. I miss you Loviiiiiii!

That was a typical Antonio answer. Lovino typed in a response and put his phone away just as Arthur appeared beside him.

"What's up?" Arthur sat down next to Lovino. Gilbert was apparently not happy with the message he had gotten, since he was pouting at his phone.

"Oh apparently some people in school are really upset." Gilbert commented, "Mutti is texting me."

"Really?" Arthur blinked, "That's surprising. The way they all were laughing, I thought they still would be."

Lovino suddenly remembered what he had said in his last letter and felt his face grow really hot. How could he even forget what he had written? Damn it. And he had texted Antonio, even though the letter was obviously directed at him, Ludwig, and Feli. He was definitely an idiot.

"Is something wrong?" Matthew sat next to Gilbert, looking at Lovino in confusion.

"No." Lovino shook his head hastily. How could he have been so stupid? He was not texting again. That was it. Apologies were best said in person.

Gilbert looked over at Lovino, "Hey by the way, before you destroy the sausage, if you don't want it, gimme." He held up his fork hopefully.

Lovino glared at him, he hadn't even realized how he had been stabbing the piece of meat that was on his tray. Lovino sighed and offered the sausage.

"Is that a German thing? You like sausage?" Matthew asked, staring at Gilbert.

"As you put it, 'Germans' tend to call it wurst. And there is a slight difference, just so you know, I just happen to like sausage." Gilbert smiled.

GEEZ. THAT SMILE COULD KILL SOMEONE. That was NOT a pleasant smile! Lovino gaped at Gilbert as Matthew went back to eating.

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Antonio looked over his shoulder and saw Alfred drinking from a can of soda that had been in the fridge. He glanced at the message that had popped up on his phone and bit his lip slightly. Okay. He had a point.

Seriously. Why would you tell someone who's dead that you miss them? Do me one last favor, look around you, find someone to talk to, and don't end up like we all did, okay? And seriously, don't text a dead person.

Well he texted me first. Antonio sighed but put the phone away without responding. Right. Move on. I can do this. Antonio nodded and pulled open the fridge. He noticed the container of tomatoes sitting on the top shelf and automatically closed the fridge door again. Never mind. He didn't need breakfast anyway.

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Lovino looked at the paper he was given. Room 17. Well, it wasn't the same as any of the classrooms he had been in yesterday at least.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, please report to conference room A." *click*

Lovino looked up at the ceiling. He had gone in the opposite direction as Gilbert, as Gilbert's room had been to the left, whereas Lovino's was to the right. Maybe someone came to see him? Well Gilbert would definitely not be texting his mother if she was coming to see him this morning. Lovino shook his head and continued walking. He raised his eyebrows as he walked right by the conference room that Gilbert was supposed to be heading for.

He was half-wondering who it was in there, but Lovino shook his head and kept walking. Room 17. Hopefully this class wouldn't be all that bad. Lovino arrived at the right door and pushed it open, peering inside before he went in.

There were only two other classmates in there. Oh great. Lovino crossed the room and sat down on the floor. No desks or chairs. Which means this is probably some kind of bonding class. Great.

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Antonio walked with Alfred through the hallway. Alfred was getting several looks because of his hand, but apparently the blonde was just ignoring them. Antonio sighed, shaking his head slightly. At least he had the first class with Alfred so he could keep an eye on him.

"Hey Alfred. Come over here a sec." Roderich called.

Alfred started walking over, so Antonio followed along behind him. He was just curious to see what Roderich wanted. Not really meaning to join in on the conversation.

"What's up?" Alfred smiled.

Roderich shook his head, "Just a warning, class isn't going to go as normally planned."

Antonio stared at Roderich in confusion. This was either a good thing or a bad thing. And the track record of bad things outnumbered the good.

"Is there another assembly or something?" Alfred blinked. Please no.

"No. I just decided to take a page from Gilbert's book on living." Roderich tilted his head slightly, still smilling.

Wait…what?

"Oh sweet! This is gonna be awesome!" Alfred started laughing.

Antonio looked back and forth between the two, "You're actually gonna disrupt class?" Antonio looked at Roderich amazed. Maybe…this wouldn't be such a bad day after all.

"I am." Roderich smiled, "Everything is set up already."

"This is gonna be sweet!" Alfred grinned.

Just what they needed. Some relief from the feelings of being so upset the past two days. Antonio smiled as Roderich walked away.

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Lovino looked at the teacher with a blank expression. He looked really familiar from somewhere. Where did he know this guy from…

"So this is my class of three this morning…" The teacher looked around at the three students in front of him, stopping as his gaze rested on Lovino, "Whaaaaaat?"

Lovino just stared at the teacher, "What do you mean what? Should I look at something else?"

"Why are you here?" The teacher tilted his head.

"Because I have to be?" Lovino looked at him in disbelief, well why else would he be here?

A grown teacher, was pouting. You have GOT to be kidding me.

"But you always seemed so happyyyyy…"

Okay. Obviously they knew each other.

"Who the hell are you, seriously? And obviously you didn't know me very well if you thought I was freaking happy." Lovino snapped.

The other two students just looked back and forth between the two. They looked like they could be siblings. They both had the same blonde haircut.

He was pouting again.

"You don't remember me? I know it's been a while since I stopped by to see everyone but stillllllll…"

Lovino just stared blankly at the person in front of him. This was NOT his stupid grandfather. "Well that confirms that. This is a nightmare." Lovino flopped down on the floor. "I give up."

"Nooooo! No giving up!" His grandfather waved his arms around in a panic, "You are here to get a second chance!"

"Oh shut up!" Lovino yelled, clapping both hands over his ears.

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Antonio sat in Gilbert's seat. Or…what used to be Gilbert's seat. He looked at the clock. He was half-wondering what Roderich had planned for the class that morning. Hopefully something that would cheer him up. He was still thinking about the text messages he had gotten from Lovino that morning. Was it really possible for a ghost to text? And if it wasn't possible, then who was texting him?

"Okay class…" The teacher started as the bell rang.

Something went flying over his head and exploded against the board. Was that…a water balloon? Antonio turned in his seat just in time to get a face full of water. That was definitely a water balloon. There were water balloons flying from the back of the room. Oh my word. Gilbert would be laughing his head off right now.

"WHOA!" Alfred yelped, ducking as one exploded just above his head, "Ahahahaha! This is freaking awesome!"

He had to admit, Roderich had really outdone himself. This was amazing. Antonio looked around in wonder as the water balloons came into contact with a hard object and exploded. How long had it taken him to get all this ready? His gaze settled on Roderich and he smiled as he saw the male was laughing.

"WHO. DID THIS?" The teacher yelped, as the water balloons stopped coming.

Alfred clutched at his ribs and continued laughing, "Oh man!"

Antonio was laughing along with, "That was so funny!" That was hilarious! Antonio shifted in his seat to look back at Roderich again and saw he was watching the clock, still smiling. Was something else…

More water balloons started flying through the air, one of them smacking the principal who had just come into the room.

"Well. I see Gilbert's legacy still lives." The principal commented, clearly showing annoyance.

"Oh my word." The teacher looked around, "I know he didn't set this up, who the heck was it?" She looked around the room, as if expecting to get an answer. Antonio covered his mouth to suppress the laughter that was coming over him.

"Three…two…one…" Roderich's voice called.

Antonio laughed as several people turned in their seats in shock. He had even rigged the ceiling decorations! Well, class was officially over. No way was anyone going to be paying attention now!

"RODERICH! THIS BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN YOU!" The principal yelled, his face beet red.

"Ahahahahaha!" Alfred continued laughing.

"Guilty." Roderich raised his hand, laughing.

"Oh my word! Gilbert would be on the floor laughing so hard right now!" Antonio burst out laughing again. The albino would probably be trying to catch the water balloons and toss them at unsuspecting targets.

"Why would you do this?" The teacher gaped around the soaked classroom.

Antonio turned, curious to know what Roderich's answer would be. Judging by the looks Roderich was getting, the whole class was curious.

Roderich stood up and smiled, "I quote: There are some unawesome teachers around here who don't know how to laugh a little."

Alfred started clapping, despite his broken hand, "Encore~"

"NO!" The principal yelled.

"Encore!" Antonio joined in clapping. Oh if only Gilbert and Arthur had been here! Arthur would be completely in shock at the way Roderich was acting.

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Lovino listened to his grandfather as he talked on.

"Now I know you two have problems with your family, and apparently my Lovino does, too…" He was pouting again.

"Oh grow up." Lovino grumbled, still laying on the floor.

"But your family is there to love and support you, and if they can't do that, then they're the ones who need help."

Lovino shook his head, but made no comment out loud.

"But…it's so hard talking to them…" The blonde-haired girl spoke up quietly, "The only one I talk to is big brother…"

"And that is something you need to work on. Why don't you just try calling your parents? If you can talk to them over the phone, you'll get a little more confidence to be able to talk to them in person."

This was probably the only time his grandfather ever said something that sounded smart. Lovino looked at his phone, wondering if his parents would even pick up. They were probably at work right now.

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"Roderich, out in the hall." The principal pointed at the door, still seething apparently.

"Just so you know, there's something else coming." Roderich waved cheerfully before leaving the room.

"What else is coming?" The principal looked after him, gaping slightly, "Well turn it off, whatever it is!"

"That would be completely disrespectful to Gilbert." Roderich commented, out of Antonio's sight, "He's not around to keep class entertained anymore, so I thought it would be necessary to have something happen every once in a while."

"If you ever do this again, so help me…" The teacher whispered. "The classroom is soaked!"

"Yes. Yes it is." Roderich nodded, now standing in the doorway of the classroom. Roderich smiled slightly, "But it was worth it."

"It was so worth it!" Alfred cheered.

"Encore!" Antonio cheered, clapping again.

"NO encores!" The principal snapped.

Roderich looked at his watch, "Three. Two. One…"

Antonio looked around, wondering where they were coming from this time.

"Turn it off!" The teacher ducked underneath her desk.

"RODERICH!" The principal yelled, as once again, the balloons started flying.

"Yaay!" Alfred stood up cheering and clapping, despite the flying water balloons. "Roderich, this was totally awesome!"

Antonio raised both hands in the air, "Class was so worth getting up for!" And it was. This was amazing.

Roderich smiled and waved at the class, who were now all laughing. The teacher crawled out from under her desk and stared at the class, before looking over at Roderich.

"I think. You surpassed Gilbert a bit. He never went to this extreme." The teacher pointed at the room.

"I like to think I made him smile." Roderich laughed. Smile? Gilbert would be laughing for a week if he had been here.

"OUT." The principal pushed Roderich out the door, "And to the office!"

"I can walk! You don't have to push!" Roderich called loudly.

Antonio kept laughing.

"Well. I don't suppose there's any reason for me to even try teaching." The teacher leaned against the desk.

Antonio looked around the room at everything that was now soaked, "Still. It made everyone laugh."

"It did." The teacher nodded, "I'll give him credit for that one."

Alfred clapped his hands together, "Oh man! He's so getting in trouble for this one!"

Hmmm…still. This gave Antonio an idea. Antonio smiled to himself. Yes, today was going to be fun.

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