I never noticed it until I was going through my updates today but…this story took the lead in reviews. I'm amazed. Lovino's was holding the lead there for a while, actually I'm not really sure when this one pulled ahead. XD Moving on!

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Arthur tossed and turned in a restless sleep. It didn't help he had woken up several times every hour. This mattress was not comfortable at all. He had glanced around him once or twice and had seen Gilbert tossing and turning as well, so at least he wasn't the only one who would be falling asleep in class today, right? Ugh. The thought of going back to those classes was not at all appealing.

Arthur looked up at the ceiling. But there wasn't a way around it was there? He's the one who let himself get to this point, so naturally he had to get himself back out of the hole he had dug himself into. Arthur shook his head at the mental picture of himself in a giant hole in the ground. If he had actually been in a hole that deep he would have just yelled for someone to drop a ladder. Arthur gazed at the ceiling again. …It wasn't really all that different from a physical pit or an emotional pit was it? Either way he should have called for a ladder.

Arthur sighed heavily. He had definitely been the one to get himself into this mess. And of course instead of asking for help he had just tried getting himself out of it, which of course, did not work. At all. And now he was stuck here.

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

Hearing Gilbert scream profanities at the announcement system made Arthur chuckle a bit, however. Apparently the albino had been awake.

"RISE AND SHINE!" *CLICK*

Arthur slowly sat up and rubbed one of his eyes. It did NOT feel like it should be time to get up yet, at all. "Is it morning already?"

"Nein. Four o'clock hardly counts as morning." Gilbert grumbled from his bed. Arthur sighed. Of course they would wake them up early. No different from school. Wait. Who gets up for school at four o'clock in the morning?

Arthur swung his legs over the side and shook his head, trying to clear out the fog that was left in his mind. Today was NOT going to be a good day. He could feel it already. Arthur leaned over and glanced down at Matthew who had just rolled over to face the wall when the announcement came across.

"Hey, Matthew. Wake up!" Arthur called.

"No." Matthew muttered, going farther under the blankets. "It's not time to get up until the sun is in the sky."

"I'm all for that." Gilbert raised his hand.

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 suddenly sat up straight in bed.

Arthur smiled and lowered himself to the floor, looking back to see if Matthew was moving yet. The lump under the covers didn't move. "Matthew?" Arthur leaned over him slightly.

"Go away." Matthew grumbled.

"He is clearly not a morning person." Gilbert yawned, "And neither am I."

"You're awake though." Lovino commented, getting out of bed and glaring up at him.

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

Arthur gently shook Matthew, "Come on, time to wake up."

"No." Matthew pulled away and moved closer to the wall.

Arthur sighed heavily and waved for the other two to go on ahead, "We'll catch up with you two!"

"See you later then." Gilbert wandered out of the room, evidently not even caring that he was wearing the same thing he wore to bed.

Lovino followed Gilbert out of the room, also apparently deciding against a change of clothes. Well then. I guess it doesn't really matter does it? Arthur shook his head.

He turned his head and sat on the edge of Matthew's bed, "Didn't sleep well?"

"That would require having slept. I was awake all night." Matthew sighed heavily, rolling over onto his back.

"All night?" Arthur looked at him worried, "Are you going to be all right?"

"Probably not." Matthew sighed heavily.

"If you need to, you can always feign being sick and go to the nurse station. I was down there yesterday after lunch and the nurse let me and Lovino sleep in there." Arthur smiled.

Matthew nodded quietly. That seemed to help, because he slowly sat up. He really did not look awake, "Eh…I'm getting up."

"…You won't have to fake sick that much. You really don't look good." Arthur commented.

"Thanks. That was about as motivating as Alfred." Matthew muttered.

"I try." Arthur laughed, getting up, "I at least know I can't cook and don't attempt to."

"This is true." Matthew smiled.

Arthur and Matthew headed down the hall, deciding against changing. "It's not like anyone is going to care." Arthur shrugged.

Matthew smiled at him and walked along beside Arthur towards the cafeteria.

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Alfred stared at the wall. He had been awake most of the night, thinking about random things that kept popping into his head. This was definitely karma coming back to bite him. Alfred sighed heavily. It did absolutely no good to keep being all depressed. He shook his head furiously and looked over at Antonio.

"Ready to get moving?" Antonio asked, looking back at him.

"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 looked at his bandaged hand. At least it would be slightly amusing to see other peoples' reactions to his hand.

Antonio sighed heavily, shifting to pick up his cell phone. "I wonder if ghosts can text back." That would be extremely creepy. And if they could, Alfred didn't want to know about it. Antonio threw his phone in the direction of his backpack before sitting up. "Man. Class had better be worth it." Fortunately, it didn't seem Antonio was going to try.

"No kidding." Alfred groaned, tempted to just crawl back under the covers.

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Arthur stretched his arms above his head while they stood in line to get their breakfast trays. It seemed like none of them had gotten much sleep last night. Well, the more time spent awake, the more time they had to reflect. Or that's what one would think…but time at night was better spent sleeping. Arthur shook his head as he took his tray. Fake eggs and sausage. Yay. Arthur smiled at the host who was handing them out and turned away, rolling his eyes at Matthew, who smiled in return.

Arthur waited until Matthew had taken a tray of his own and they both stepped into the lunchroom, looking around for their two friends. "Looks like they're in the usual back corner." Arthur commented.

"Right behind you." Matthew said.

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Antonio looked over at his phone as it started going off, "Huh?"

"Dude. Who texts you this early?" Alfred asked, glaring at his shoelaces. They were impossible to tie with a bandaged hand. He ended up just tucking them in and giving up entirely.

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

"Who is it?" Alfred blinked. Whoa. Had to be someone completely unexpected to make Antonio's face go pale.

"A ghost!" Antonio panicked.

"AAAAAAAAAA!" Alfred ran from the room, "I can't stand ghosts!" Ghosts were creepy! They possessed random objects around the house, and sometimes even people. That and you couldn't even see them when they were standing right in front of you.

He hurried down the stairs and looked around the kitchen. Despite the noise they were making, no one had come out from anywhere in the house. Alfred tilted his head. Are Antonio's parents not home? Alfred shook his head, they were probably heavy sleepers. Alfred peeked in the fridge, his stomach growling.

He quickly closed it again as he heard Antonio come out of the room.

Antonio 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.

"Okay!" Alfred skipped over to the fridge once more and yanked it open, "Food…food…" Well. He didn't really feel right eating someone else's food, so he settled on a can of soda instead. Caffeine works in stressful situations, right? Alfred popped the tab off and started gulping down the drink.

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"What's up?" Arthur sat down next to Lovino. Gilbert was staring rather wide-eyed 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."

Apparently he had said something wrong, because Lovino's face was now red. Arthur looked at him in confusion, wondering what he had said.

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

"No." Lovino shook his head.

Arthur frowned but turned his attention back to forcing himself to eat the fake eggs. At least the sausage was decent. Which is probably why Gilbert wanted Lovino's.

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

Lovino glared but offered the sausage over.

"Is that a German thing? You like sausage?" Matthew asked, looking 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.

Arthur raised both eyebrows at the obviously forced smile that Gilbert had just given Matthew. Maybe Gilbert didn't like it being pointed out that he was German? Arthur shook his head and went back to eating.

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Alfred continued gulping down the soda. He was half-tempted to steal something edible from the fridge anyhow, but the fruit on the counter was calling him now anyway. Alfred peered in the bowl as he tossed the empty can towards the recycling bin.

Then again…who's to say it's not wax fruit? Better not. Alfred looked over and saw Antonio had opened the fridge just to close it again. Apparently he wasn't eating. Oh well. Soda would tide him over until lunch.

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Arthur quickly followed Gilbert down the hall, looking at the paper he had been handed. Room 14. Well that was not a number he had the day before at least. Then again, he hadn't had his morning classes yesterday. Oh what did the morning hold…

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

Obviously something in the way of surprise for Gilbert. Arthur looked up to see the albino glaring at the ceiling. Arthur almost laughed at how funny he looked.

"Conference room A?" Arthur asked, stepping up next to him.

"Where the heck is that?" Gilbert grumbled, glaring around the hallway.

"Good question." Arthur looked up and down the hallway, "Well there's someone you can probably ask." He pointed to one of the cafeteria monitors who had stepped out.

"Ja, ja. Fine." Gilbert stalked over to her, "Yo. Where's conference room A?"

Arthur shook his head and headed down the hallway again, room 14…room 14…

It didn't take him long to find the classroom. Arthur paused at the door and glanced around, Matthew and Lovino were nowhere in sight. He was probably in this class by himself. Oh well. Arthur pushed open the door and sat in a chair that was close by. Hopefully this was a class he wouldn't fall asleep in.

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Alfred hummed as he walked through the hallway. He knew there were several stares from classmates around him, but ignored them. Either they were in sympathy because of Matthew, or they were wondering what happened to his hand. Alfred shook his head, here he was getting gloomy again. Please let something happen to cheer me up. Alfred sighed.

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

Alfred blinked and walked over, not making a comment that Antonio had followed along behind him. No harm in having someone else in on the conversation right?

"What's up?" Alfred smiled.

Roderich looked at Alfred with eyebrows raised, more than likely about his hand, but shook his head instead of asking. "Just a warning, class isn't going to go as normally planned."

"Is there another assembly or something?" Alfred blinked. Anything but another assembly.

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

"Oh sweet! This is gonna be awesome!" Alfred started laughing. Anything from Gilbert's book of life would be well worth sitting in class for.

"You're actually gonna disrupt class?" Antonio looked at Roderich amazed.

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

"This is gonna be sweet!" Alfred grinned. He was so stoked already! Roderich had just cheered him up in less than a minute, maybe the day wouldn't be so long after all.

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Arthur blinked at the video that started playing.

"This was taken from a school just recently. Four students who are now here, wrote their final letters to their classmates before coming to this school." The teacher motioned to the television, "Listen to what they wrote."

Arthur mentally kicked himself. He knew that auditorium all too well.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland…"

Arthur buried his face in his hands, oh he did NOT want to listen to this. He looked up at the screen that showed the principal reading off the letter. This is a nightmare! At least he couldn't really see anybody's reactions. Thankfully.

"…It was because of what I went through every day at this school. Every day I see the same person smiling at some other person. Every day I try my best to focus on something else other than that one person. And every day I fail. Every day I felt myself fall deeper into the depression that I could not get out of."

Arthur sank in his seat. He did not want to listen to the words he had written. He sounded even more depressed than he felt. That was something that somehow did not seem possible. Arthur just shook his head and looked at the screen.

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Alfred stared at the board. He was keeping himself as calm as possible, though he had to admit, he was slightly bouncing in anticipation, eager for whatever Roderich had planned for the classroom. Oh he could not wait for this!

"Okay class…" The teacher started her speech and the bell rang shortly after. And so did what Roderich had spent probably most of the morning setting up. Oh my word!

Water balloons went flying through the air, from what seemed like all different directions. Alfred watched in amazement as they bounced off each other and then would hit something or someone and send water spraying everywhere.

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

Alfred laughed as a water balloon hit the teacher's desk, completely soaking any papers she had laying out on the top of it.

"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!"

Alfred perked up as the water balloons started flying through the air once more, laughing even harder when one hit the principal who had just stepped into the room.

"Well. I see Gilbert's legacy still lives." The principal commented, clearly annoyed. Well, who wouldn't be after stepping into a class and getting hit by a water balloon?

"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. Alfred turned in his seat to look at Roderich hopefully. This was too amazing to end now.

"Three…two…one…" Roderich smiled at Alfred.

Alfred looked up as water balloons rained down from above them, not even caring that one broke on his head. He couldn't stop laughing!

"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. Oh man if only Gilbert and Arthur were here!

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

Alfred looked at Roderich, wondering what his response would be.

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~" What a hilarious edition to Gilbert's legacy of class disruptions, he had trained someone to follow in his footsteps!

"NO!" The principal yelled.

"Encore!" Antonio joined in clapping.

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Arthur was close to tears, he hated to admit it, but he was. It's no wonder Lovino had turned red this morning. He had written exactly what Arthur had commented on. Arthur put a hand over his mouth, watching the video. He was probably the only one in the room this close to tears.

"What are we supposed to do? We were being laughed at and made fun of. Every day. This isn't something I can come to school for. This isn't worth living my life for. Not to be made fun of for something I can't control…"

It was almost like he could hear Lovino's voice saying it, and that really wasn't helping. Arthur rubbed at his eyes, trying to get the tears to stop.

"…I refuse to keep waking myself up every day to know that when I get to school, I will be laughed at for suffering from depression. They may not know who specifically we are, but we know. And it still hurts."

Arthur hid his face in his hands. He did not want to listen to this. Arthur shook his head again, but this time could feel a couple teardrops had escaped.

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

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

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

"That would be completely disrespectful to Gilbert." Roderich commented, just out of Alfred's line of 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!"

If he ever does this again, he's getting a standing ovation. Alfred smiled.

"Yes. Yes it is." Roderich nodded, now standing in the doorway of the classroom. He looked around at everything that was now ruined. "But it was worth it."

"It was so worth it!" Alfred cheered.

"Encore!" Antonio cheered.

"NO encores!" The principal snapped.

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

"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!" He would be a standing ovation of one for now.

Antonio raised both hands in the air, "Class was so worth getting up for!"

Roderich smiled and waved at the class. Alfred looked around and saw all of their classmates were 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. Oh he would have definitely made Gilbert smile.

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

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

"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, "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!" Alfred glanced around the room, there was water dripping from quite a few of the desks. He had to wonder though. Who was going to be stuck cleaning all of this up? Probably Roderich.

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So Alfred had a fun morning class and Arthur…eh…not even close to a fun morning class. :) Leave me a review~ :D