So now I left people guessing on what Antonio was going to do. XD Well now you're gonna get your answer. :)

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Lovino was now sitting up, half-glaring at his grandfather. The younger sister of the…were they twins? was talking on her cell phone, with her mother by the sounds of it, while her brother sat in front of her, watching her facial expressions. Why he was doing that instead of calling their father, Lovino wasn't about to ask.

"And Lovi can talk to me." His grandfather beamed at him.

"Guess again." Lovino glared at him, "Not happening."

"Tell me what's bothering Lovi." He was pouting. Again.

"Did you have a silver-haired person in here yesterday? Silver hair with red eyes?" Lovino asked, changing the subject. He remembered Gilbert mentioning having a small class at supper last night.

"Oh, yes! He was in here…he was…different." Lovino's grandfather rubbed the back of his head uncertainly.

"Different? Different how?" Lovino tilted his head.

"He was laughing at things that most people would cry at."

"That sounds like Gilbert." Lovino rolled his eyes. It really did. He would just laugh anything off wouldn't he?

"But…he seemed upset about something at the same time."

"I have NEVER seen Gilbert upset, unless directed at the principal for being a 'stiff'." Lovino sighed.

"Ahahaha, so he has a school record?" His grandfather seemed to be enjoying this conversation. Of course it was the first one they've had in a long time.

"Yeah. A very long one. Probably the longest the school has ever seen. He seems to like disrupting class." Lovino's eyes strayed around the room, anywhere but at the person in front of him.

"Maybe he just wants to have fun." His grandfather sighed, "Before his time runs out."

Lovino gave him a blank stare. Now that he thought about it, he did remember being told about Gilbert's illness, by that stupid certifiably-crazy teacher who sent him to this damn place. Lovino sighed. Well putting it that way, he supposed Gilbert was just putting life into his…life.

"So what's bothering Lovi?" His grandfather smiled cheerfully.

Lovino glared at him, "I am NOT answering that." He got a pout in response. Ugh. How was this guy a grown-up?

"You need to talk about your feelings." He continued pouting.

"Excuse me? My feelings are my own, and none of your damn business." Lovino raised an eyebrow in disbelief. There must have been a better way to word that.

"If you talk about the feelings you've kept bottled up, then you'll start feeling better." His grandfather offered, smiling once more.

"You know. That smile is exactly like Feli's and it really ticks me off." Lovino glared at him.

"Hm. Maybe this bottle is bigger than I thought." His grandfather made a face, "So there are feelings of resentment here?"

"Towards you, obviously." Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Nooooo, not towards me, I meant towards Feli! Hey…why do you resent me?" He was pouting, again.

Lovino just buried his face into his hands. Please let the others be having a better morning than me. Please.

"Tell meeeeeeeeeee!" His grandfather put both hands on Lovino's shoulders and shook him slightly.

"Don't. Touch. Me." Lovino pushed both hands away angrily. Every now and then, he could see the blonde boy look over out of curiosity, "What's his name?" Lovino asked in a hissed whisper.

"Hm? Basch." His grandfather tilted his head slightly.

"Yo, Basch. What do you keep looking over here for?" Lovino looked over at the male, "What, are we being too loud or something?"

"The conversation is distracting me." Basch answered.

"Was that supposed to be a polite way of saying, be quiet?" Lovino asked, raising one eyebrow.

Basch didn't answer, and instead went back to watching his sister. Lovino rolled his eyes.

"These feelings of resentment…explain them to meeeee."

"No." Lovino glared at his grandfather again, "Leave me alone."

"Not until you talk to me." His grandfather just stared at him with a wide-eyed expression. If he's trying to read my mind, he's going to fail miserably.

Lovino glared back at him. Staring contest.

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Antonio checked his watch. He had made it out of his first class early since it was completely soaked. Alfred was still laughing about it. Antonio shook his head, but smiled nonetheless at the blonde that was with him.

"Dude, we should totally back Roderich up on this one!" Alfred grinned, bouncing up and down like an excited child.

"Yeah, but we gotta come up with something to do during the next class." Antonio frowned. "I'm all for causing a class disruption, but what do we do?"

Alfred pouted, apparently he couldn't come up with anything either. "I always relied on Gilbert for this sort of thing."

"Feliciano is in my next class…" Antonio said quietly, "Hmm…maybe…" He tilted his head slightly.

"You have an idea?" Alfred asked, eyes sparkling.

"I do." Antonio smiled. "However, it's going to mean a disruption in the sports storage room first."

"I have a key! Let's go!" Alfred grinned. Why did he have the key to the storage room? Oh well.

Antonio and Alfred hurried off to the storage room where all the athletic equipment was kept. Alfred unlocked it with his good hand and kicked it open with his foot.

"Wow, loads of stuff in here." Antonio stared at the room wide-eyed.

"Yeah. We don't use half of it." Alfred made a face.

"Geez." Antonio wandered in and peeked in the nearest box. "Oh hello, what's this?" He pulled out a deflated clear beach ball.

"We use it for volleyball now and then. There's a bunch of them in here." Alfred shrugged.

Antonio looked at Alfred, a mischievous grin making its way across his face, "Can I use it?"

Alfred burst out laughing, "Yeah sure. There's an inflater in there too." Alfred dug it out and handed it to him, "Hopefully you sit in the back of the class."

"Yeah. No worries about that." Antonio took several of the deflated beach balls and the air pump. "This is going to be fun."

"Man, I wish I was in that class. I'm with Cruz in the next class. I should find something…" Alfred looked around the sports room, "I don't know what to do though."

Antonio held up a giant roll of duct tape, "What is this for?"

"Hm? Oh we use that on hockey sticks now and then…" Alfred's voice trailed off, "I just got an idea." He snatched the duct tape roll from Antonio, "I'll totally see you in the principal's office~!"

Antonio burst out laughing, "What are you going to do with that?"

"I'll tell you if I can pull it off." Alfred winked at Antonio and hurried out of the room, "And the classroom is empty now, I got twenty minutes to do this."

"Have fun." Antonio laughed and went off in the direction of his own classroom. He could at least get there early so he could sneak to his seat without being seen.

Thankfully when he got there, the previous class must have been in the library, because the room was empty. Antonio peered in and saw the teacher wasn't there either and happily skipped to his seat in the back corner of the room. Now all he had to do was inflate the beach balls without the teacher noticing. The rest would be a domino-effect. Antonio put everything into his desk and waited for the other students to start milling in.

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Lovino continued glaring at his grandfather. The cell phone had been passed from the sister to the brother now, and she was quite focused on watching her brother. What the point of watching each other while on the phone was, Lovino had no clue. To see if the other was expressing discomfort maybe?

"Talk to me." His grandfather repeated.

"What part of no, did you not understand the first number of times I've said it?" Lovino said flatly.

"I will not take no for an answer." The stare-down continues.

"Well then we're going to be sitting here for a looooong time." Lovino rolled his eyes, but continued glaring at the male who sat across from him.

"I will sit here all day if I have to."

"Don't you have other classes to teach?" Lovino snapped.

"I will drag Lovi along with me."

"NO YOU WILL NOT." Lovino yelled, "I'd rather be in any other class than this one!"

"Talk to meeeeeeeeee."

"NO!"

"Shhh…" Lili, the sister of Basch, held a finger to her lips, and pointed to her brother on the phone.

"Sorry!" Lovino's grandfather waved a hand apologetically.

Lovino just buried his face into his hands again. This really was turning out to be a nightmare-day.

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Antonio looked around the classroom. Everyone had mostly settled down into their seats. Well. Except for Feli who kept looking over his shoulder back at Antonio. What was his problem? The person sitting in between them obviously didn't care for the constant turning around either, because she had scooted her desk to the left some so Feli's view was unobstructed.

Antonio just looked away from Feli's gaze and watched as the teacher stepped up to her desk. Almost time. He was about ready to start bouncing up and down in anticipation.

"Okay class. I have a slideshow for you all today." PERFECT. "So I want you all to pay attention to these first few slides…" She dimmed the lights and turned on the projector that sat on her desk.

Antonio took out the first beach ball and started inflating it with the hand pump that Alfred had given him. It only took like 30 seconds before Antonio had it fully inflated. Antonio grinned and tapped the desk of the student sitting to his right.

"Catch." Antonio bounced it on the student's desk when he had turned to look at Antonio.

His classmate's eyes lit up and bounced it on to the next desk.

Antonio grinned and inflated the second one, bouncing it forward, accidentally hitting Feli on the head, though slightly on purpose at the same time. Antonio grinned as the teacher turned and the students holding onto the beachballs quickly hid them under their desks.

She raised an eyebrow at the class but turned back to the slideshow again.

Antonio bounced a third one diagonal across the desks, followed by a fourth one soon after. This was going to be SO worth it.

"Okay class. Why is it every time I have my back turned, I can hear laughing?" She paused the slideshow and turned again, just in time to see a fifth beach ball bounce across a few desks.

Antonio quickly folded his hands underneath his desk and maintained the best "innocent" expression he could manage while trying to hide his laughter.

"Why are there beach balls going around here?" The teacher yelled.

Antonio looked around the room at the students who were having fun bouncing the balls back and forth. Feli turned in his seat and looked back at Antonio once more.

Antonio met Feli's gaze this time, but didn't make any motion to move.

"Would all beach balls kindly land on the ground and STAY THERE?" The teacher raised her voice as a warning.

Antonio bounced the final beach ball next to him, watching while all the others stopped and landed on the floor.

"Thank you. No further disruptions." The teacher turned back around and turned the slideshow on again.

"Fire one." Antonio whispered. He stood up and launched the beachball, hitting the teacher in the back of the head. He quickly sat back down as the teacher turned around.

"Who did that?" She asked, speaking through gritted teeth.

No one moved.

Antonio could feel himself shaking from restrained laughter. Oh man. This was going to get him in serious trouble. Especially if she started checking the desks.

"Alright then. Let's see. I see four beach balls by desks where I told them to stay. And one up here. So someone in here inflated a fifth beach ball. All desks cleared out and on the top, NOW."

Antonio calmly put everything on the top of his desk, sliding the air pump up his sleeve. Fortunately it was compact in size. He smiled at the teacher as she looked over his desk and kept walking. The student next to him was all but in tears from laughing so hard.

"I will not tolerate class disruptions. The next person I see with a beach ball in their hand, is going to get sent to the office, is that UNDERSTOOD?" The teacher snapped, clearly not happy with not finding anything of suspicion.

Antonio inflated the sixth beach ball as she turned around again and grinned at his neighboring classmate, who had started laughing again. Antonio stood up quietly and aimed the beach ball at the teacher again.

"Do it, do it!" His classmate hissed quietly.

Antonio launched the beachball and hit the teacher again, quickly dropping into his seat. She turned around much faster this time.

"Oh now there's a sixth one? Really mature. Who is doing this? Stand up NOW." The teacher glared around the room.

"Why would someone admit to that?" Elizabeta, who sat in front of Antonio, raised her hand.

"Well unless this practical joker wants the whole class to spend the afternoon in detention…they will stand up." The teacher leaned on her desk, smiling.

"Harsh." Antonio whispered.

"Don't stand up." His neighbor hissed.

"You'd give a whole class detention for someone trying to have fun?" Antonio raised his hand.

"I would. This is a classroom, we are here to study." The teacher snapped.

"Well excuse me. Why can't the classroom be a fun place to learn?" Antonio stood up. He wasn't surprised at all to see Feli turn in his seat in shock.

"I teach this classroom the way I think you all will learn the information." The teacher sighed in frustration, "This isn't being discussed right now."

"Didn't you ask the person responsible to stand up? I think it's being discussed." Antonio waved from the corner of the room.

The teacher just stared at him, "You inflated those beach balls?"

"Yeah." Antonio stared back at her, "Isn't that why you told me to stand?"

"And just what did you inflate them with?" The teacher raised an eyebrow.

Antonio held up the air pump and grinned, "You know this thing can fit in someone's sleeve?"

Boy if looks could kill, he'd be with Lovi right now. Antonio rolled his eyes and picked up his textbooks, "I know, I know! To the office." Antonio smiled cheerfully at the teacher, but didn't leave until he punted both beach balls back to the back of the room, "I'm going now."

Gilbert wasn't kidding about teachers not knowing how to have fun. Geez. Antonio sighed and hugged the books to his chest, walking to the office slowly. Well at least this day was providing more entertainment. He pushed open the office door with his foot and found it empty. He half-wondered where Roderich was, but considering the principal's door was closed, he was probably still getting lectured.

Antonio collapsed in an empty seat and plopped his books on the chair next to him. Time to wait.

"What are you here for?" The secretary blinked at him.

"I'm sure my teacher will be calling you shortly."Antonio smiled cheerfully. He looked up as Alfred wandered in, "And? How did it go?"

"Oh it went wonderfully. The teacher was so mad." Alfred plopped down in the empty chair next to Antonio, "I thought Cruz was going to fall out of his chair laughing."

"Really? He was actually laughing?" Antonio stared at Alfred in shock.

"Yeah. That was so awesome." Alfred held up two fingers in a 'peace' sign and grinned.

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:D So the day goes on. If you read British Style and AWESOME Style, you'll find out what Alfred did and poor Roderich's fate. :)