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"So! Your the people we've been waiting around for!"
A boy with violent orange hair in a black dress jacket with a red collar and a black shirt underneath yelled at them. He had striking blue eyes and an odd scar across his nose from the side of his face. He crossed his arms as a head poked up from the couch, peeking over the edge as if scared of being revealed.
"I've come to a new place, a new strange place. In a new outfit of dark colors. Is it art?" A high pitched voice asked.
"What?" Peter deadpanned.
"Oh, him. He's just been sitting there asking if everything and anything is art for the past hour. He asked if I was art when I walked in. I can't tell if he's asking me or asking himself." The orange haired boy grumbled, crossing his arms.
On the couch was a very short...boy?
Wearing a pair of puffed out shorts in black with red leggings that were striped with black horizontally underneath them. He wore a red pinstriped black long sleeve dress shirt with a black vest and a red ribbon tie. He also wore a red hat not unlike the one Tino was always wearing. He was also wearing black ankle boots. At the moment he was hugging his knees, rocking back and forth, and muttering.
"So...anyway." The orange haired kid drew their attention back to himself.
"You all know that Rome guy, right?"
"Headmaster Rome." Romeo corrected, not wanting to see the man, one of the few adults he actually respected and looked up too, being spoken about rudely.
The boy waved his hand uncaringly.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. He said my name is Ladonia. And that...person...is Kugelmugel."
"Kugelmugel?" Peter asked, unable to hold back a chuckle.
Ladonia crossed his arms, furrowing his brow.
"And whats your name?"
"I'm the Principality of Sealand! But you can just call me Sealand."
"Wow. Sealand. Let me guess, is it by the sea?"
"No, it's in the sea. It's an abandon base off the coast of England."
"Ha! Mines a construction of driftwood and it's super involved online!"
"Mines a driveway, a house, and a bit of forest..." Wisteria sighed.
"Well mines the oldest, it's been around for hundreds of years!" Uninvited, Romeo jumped into it.
"Really?" Both Ladonia and Sealand looked surprised.
Romeo nodded, "Seborga is one of the oldest Micro Nations ever, it's in Italy!"
"Oh.."
"IT IS ART!"
Everyone in the room jumped out of their skins when Kugelmugel screamed this at the top of his lungs.
"My god, stop doing that!" Ladonia shouted.
"But it is art!" Kugelmugel protested.
"What's art?"
"Our team will soon grow into bonds of kin that will outlast eternity, we will depend upon each other and trust each other, and together we will rise up to become more! We will be an unstoppable team, united in mind, body, and heart! Together we will do amazing things! IT WILL BE ART!"
After this statement Kugelmugel collapsed backwards onto the couch, now lying on his side hugging his knees and chewing on one of his two waist length silvery blonde braids of hair.
Everyone stared at him dubiously.
Ladonia looked back at the other three and jacked a thumb in his direction.
"I ain't rooming him."
A few moments of silence later Ladonia couldn't take it and snorted in laughter.
It was at this point that everyones stern faces crumpled and all of them laughed madly.
Kugelmugel sat up, looking blankly confused, and asked.
"Is this another form of art?"
This seemed to make everyone laugh harder and Kugelmugel's face brightened.
"See! Our team will be art!" He exclaimed, chortling.
That was when the door to the base opened and a very exhausted looking Hutt River, wearing a black pinstriped red long sleeve with a red vest, several red tassels trailing from his red shoulder pads to his vest, black dress pants, and black lace up boots arrived.
He saw all of his new teammates in hysterics.
Blinking quizzically, he asked.
"Wait, what did I miss?"
One week later.
The group had parted ways after an awkward evening of moving in and getting settled. After this they somehow managed to avoid each other as much as possible.
Ladonia, who'd introduced himself as Lars Erland, would go alone and Kugelmugel, who, after several bouts of questioning, had stopped about 'art' and introduced himself as Kaiser Meridiana, would always follow him around.
Hutt seemed to be doing a lot of his own thing, he'd decided to do mathematics, which a far cry from the rest of his teams main focuses. The original trio continued in their normal path. Wy was occasionally paired off with Kugelmugel, who was pursuing art, like she was.
Wisteria liked him well enough, even if he was sort of eccentric. She thought that, once she managed to get him talking about more then the constant questioning of if something was art, she and him could have plenty in common. Wisteria was now off to question Headmaster Rome about the new additions to her team, and to ask him if it was his plan to get the six of them together all along, considering that he had placed them in one of the few six room bases in the Academy, with the Allies and the East Germans as next door neighbor's, and the Baltic's directly across the hall.
To all of these questions Rome smirked, gave up no information, and, after an infuriating conversation that had Wisteria red in the cheeks and struggling not to start yelling, Rome patted her on the head.
"Remember." He spoke, bending down to look her in the eye.
"Your in charge."
Wisteria left his office with about as much of an idea about how to deal with her new team of five boys then she had when she went in.
When she arrived home, she was the first one back.
No.
She glanced up at the sixth door on the catwalk, from which a scream of.
"IT'S NOT ART!" Had just come.
He's home.
Shaking her head softly, Wisteria glanced at the clock, it was almost seven, and she hurried to her room. Grabbing up her pink pajama pants and matching pink nightgown, she seized her towel and made for the bathroom.
She had just shut to door behind her and began to undress for her shower when the door to the base slammed.
"I'm home, if anyone cares!"
That flame haired idiot is gonna set Kaiser off.
Wisteria thought to herself as a spastic thud came from upstairs followed by the opening and closing of a bedroom door, came down to her ears.
"Did you find art in your life today?
"WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT ART ALREADY!"
"But you will one day discover it's beauty..."
"I'm still trying to discover my way around this maze of a school, I don't need to be worried about finding my inner art!"
Ignoring the twos bickering, Wisteria turned on the shower, and let the hot water drown them out.
After a relaxing shower, Wisteria dressed in her P.J's and walked out, not a moment later Romeo, who must have arrived back in the space of time she was in the shower, dodged in, toting a towel, blue pajama pants and an old gray tee shirt.
Sighing, Wisteria settled onto the couch, and Peter landed at her side, wearing his usual sleepwear.
"This is weird, huh? We've been so settled into our routine, just the three of us, and now suddenly we've got three more people to deal with."
"And just when I though I'd escaped Hutt..." Wisteria responded.
"I take offense to that!" Hutt came climbing down the ladder from the bedrooms and plopped down in one of the armchairs, donning P.J's himself.
"Well, I can't say it's been entirely unpleasant, still, would have killed Headmaster Rome to pick out a girl?" Wisteria sighed.
"But Wy..."
Wisteria half opened one eye to see Hutt and Peter throw up their arms.
"Your our leader!" They both whined.
"Great, I'll lead you right over a cliff."
"Most of you are probably dumb enough to follow."\
Lars had come down from his bedroom, wearing checkered red and white fleece pants and a white sweatshirt.
"And you aren't?" Hutt shot back, standing up.
"I'm just saying. Between our supposed leader who's a dainty chick."
"I'm taller then you aren't I?" Wy pointed out.
Ladonia pretended not to hear.
"The guy who screams about art every fifteen minutes, the guy constantly flying weird contraptions around, the guy fiddling with guns, and...you..."
Hutt glared at that one.
"I'm just about to go crazy. Especially with ART this and ART that and the nutty outfits and the constant talk about all of us discovering some great bond as teammates. Other then the laughing fit we all got into when me and the art freak got here, I've just about had it. He's always following me around like a freaking lost puppy, and I can't count how many times this week I've had to drag him down the hallway with him trying to run in the opposite direction of our classes like some sort of idiot! He's hopeless! I can't stand it!"
With this the flame haired boy draped himself over the couch as Kaiser peered over the edge of the catwalk, wearing a one piece jumpsuit with feet on it in clashing colors, that had a hood which was currently pulled up over his head.
"You hate me that much?" He asked, sounding hurt.
Ladonia's face froze and he stuttered.
"I-I-I don't hate you...your just pretty loud and it kinda gets..."
Kugelmugel sniffled, tears in his eyes, before he turned and walked back into his room, shutting the door behind him and locking it with a click.
"Oh, good job, moron, you made the only person on this team that actually likes you cry." Hutt said critically.
The quarrel rose up again, Romeo exiting the bathroom to find three other teammates of his in a near fist fight.
"Umm...did I miss something important?" He asked, turning to Wisteria.
"Just try to calm them all down, Seb."
"Whatever." Romeo agreed easily, and stepped forward.
"O-K! ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP! NOW!"
He shouted with a sudden very thick italian accent, seizing Peter by the back of the shirt and throwing him onto the sofa, ripping Hutt off of Lars, and dropping Hutt in the armchair and Ladonia on the couch.
"Now." Romeo sat down in an armchair with a look that was just daring any of his teammates to try and start something again.
"Your going to explain what happened, one at a time, and when your done, we'll figure out how to fix whatever mess you've made."
Seborga glared at Ladonia with this.
"H-Hey...it wasn't my fault!" He insisted.
"Not your fault? You made Kaiser cry!" Peter exclaimed.
Romeo sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Do you want me to go South Italian on you? Because I will unless you all stop fighting!"
"Oy! Don't act like the adult, your the same age as the rest of us!" Lars barked.
As the squabbling continued, Wisteria stood on the catwalk in front of Kugelmugel's door, and knocked softly.
"It's Wy. It's Wisteria. Ladonia isn't here. Will you let me in?"
There was a moment of hesitation, the a click and the door creaked open a crack.
Kaiser's violet eyes peeked out.
Wisteria gave him a warm smile and he opened the door a bit more, a silent gesture for her to come in.
"Thank you." Wisteria entered easily, and instantly was surprised.
Kugelmugel had painted his walls in bright colors with vibrant birds sailing through a purple sky filled with orange clouds. Deer ran and played across the blue grasses. Midnight blue owls dots in grays with bright gold eyes watched from trees with a rainbow color of leaves. A girl in a dress of flowing ribbons with long brown hair sailing out behind her danced on the third wall, her face had yet to be painted, and her hair was still a work in progress, the ribbons of her dress had been sketched in black, but weren't colored in in the explosion of brightness that filled the rest of the room.
He did this all in a week?
Wisteria thought, astonished. To be fair, only two of the walls had been painted in the warped, colorful artistic landscape, the wall with the dancing girl was to the side of his bed. It appeared that Kaiser hadn't wanted a desk in his room, because there wasn't one, which merely gave him access to more wall on which to paint.
"It's a very nice room." Wisteria commented finally.
"He hates me."
Wisteria was startled at the amount of certainty in the short boys voice.
"No he doesn't, he's just an irritable idiot, is all."
And boy, am I gonna kick his butt into next week when I'm finished here for making Kaiser cry.
Kugelmugel sat down on the edge of his bed.
"But I like him. I really really like him. Even if he hates me."
Wisteria shook her head and sat down next to the younger boy, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Trust me, Lars doesn't hate you. I promise. He's just...having a hard time adjusting is all. I'm sure he likes you to, especially since your the only one out of us that'll put up with him."
Kaiser's violet eyes got teary again.
"I just want everyone to be happy. I don't like it when my friends fight."
We've barely spoken, we've known each other barely a week, and yet he thinks of us all as friends...poor kid.
"Hey, I never asked you, how old are you?"
Kaiser looked up at her.
"Eleven."
What the literal...and he's been keeping up with high school level classes just fine!?
Wisteria tried to hide her shock.
"Wow, your really smart for your age." She settled with this.
Kugelmugel nodded, "I was in my first year of high school when Headmaster Rome decided to bring me here. My parents are strict about school. They want me to be a genius. They'll accept no less. They don't have any art. All of the other kids at my old school would be mean to me when I wold try to talk to them. They would throw me into the trash heap or lock me in the storage closet. They didn't have any art either, no matter how hard I tried to show it to them, none of them would ever listen."
Wisteria, by now, had realized how much the word 'art' stood for in this boys mind.
"You love art, don't you? So do I."
Kaiser's face lightened up slightly, eyes shining and wet still.
"You have art. I really like it when we paint together."
Wisteria nodded.
"I like it too, your really good. Do your parents know your pursuing art here?"
Kugelmugel shook his head.
"When Headmaster Rome came, he offered me a scholarship. He knew I didn't like my parents. So I said yes. I didn't see my parents about it."
Wisteria looked concerned.
"So you ran away?"
Kugelmugel pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them, this seemed to be what he always did.
"Yes. It was for my art."
Wisteria nodded, understanding how he could feel, she'd been treated as an outcast when she was younger from the way she thought and acted, and though she'd put up a tough facade, it had hurt. Kaiser never really had the 'tough' face he could take on and off. He wore his emotions on his face, he showed them to the world in his eyes, as he felt them. He was honest.
And Wisteria wanted him to be honestly happy, she suddenly couldn't stand the idea of him being upset.
I suppose thats the 'bond' he was talking to us about.
Wisteria stood up.
"Why don't we go down and sit with the others? Altogether. We can watch T.V or play a game or something, Romeo has cards."
Kugelmugel perked up at the idea, before deflating slightly.
"But he hates me."
"He doesn't hate you, and I'll prove it too you. C'mon."
Sniffling away the rest of his tears, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his chaotically colored bootie pajama suit, he stood up and nodded.
"Ok."
Wisteria led Kaiser out the door and the two slid down the ladder.
Wisteria looked rather confused when she saw Hutt, Lars, and Peter staring at Romeo in horror and Romeo with his arms crossed, glaring.
"I didn't even know what half those words meant!" Ladonia gasped.
"Wait, he was speaking english? I thought it was italian or something!" Sealand asked, amazed.
Wisteria shook her head.
"I don't want to know. I just don't want to know. And Romeo, censor yourself."
"I told them I'd go South Italian on them." Romeo growled, arms crossed with a violent look in his eyes.
"Someone yank his curl or something!" Wisteria cried.
Ladonia took very quickly to this and stood up, yanking on Romeo's odd angular curl, hard.
Romeo yelped, blinked, and looked around in confusion.
"Wait, what happened?"
Wisteria sighed.
"Still don't wanna know."
Lars locked eyes with Kaiser and Kaiser ducked behind Wisteria, peeking around her shoulder.
The european boy rubbed the back of his head, looking uncomfortable.
"Look, art frea...Kugelmugel...nah, Kaiser. I'm sorry I was mean too you. I really appreciate how you've been so nice to me and sat with me when no one else wanted too."
He said barely loud enough to hear, his blue eyes looking guilty and ashamed.
Violet eyes peered out at him, staring at his eyes, seeing how he was truly sorry, and for a moment nothing happened.
This was before, trailing whipping silvery braids, Kugelmugel literally shot over to the flame haired boy and tackled him in a hug.
"You found your art!"
"Wha? How did I...? Oh, whatever. Yes, I found my art." Lars caved.
Kaiser's eyes practically sparkled.
"Ok!" Peter snatched the remote off of the table and snapped on the television, food channel was the first thing on.
"We haven't gotten to watch any food channel in forever! Get comfy!"
So Wisteria sat down in an armchair, Romeo in the one next to her, Lars and Kaiser took the couch closer to the ladder and Peter and Hutt took the other couch.
After briefly settling and fighting over pillows, everyone began to exclaim over what was happening on screen.
Kaiser didn't say a word, he simply sat on the couch, knees drawn up to his chest, chin resting on his knees, chewing one of his braids.
Now our team can be happy, together.
He thought happily.
"Hey, who've you got to win?" Lars asked, elbowing Kaiser in the side.
Kaiser shrugged as he observed the screen.
"Who've you got?" He responded.
Lars frowned.
"Dunno, I guess it depends on their art, as you say." Lars chuckled.
Kaiser smiled.
"It's not always about the art."
Amethyst: ...*Cries*
Mathias: What did you do to her this time, Tino? She's gonna go back into the corner again!
Tino: It wasn't me! It wasn't me!
Amethyst: I'm fine...I just...I loved writing this so much and it's over...
Mathias: That's it!?
Amethyst: Yup...well...sorta...there's an epilogue I'm gonna post.
Tino: Well that only means you get to write the next story now!
Amethyst: I know...I'm right on the part with you being depressed.
Tino: See? It'll be great...wait WHAT?
Amethyst: I'm gonna go listen to more Vocaloid songs with my America plushy and eat chocolate.
Mathias: Your gonna get fat with all the chocolate you eat!
Amethyst: Shut up. Do not threaten my chocolate or I will end you.
Tino: Ok, let's all just calm down and do the sign off. And what about me being depressed?
Amethyst: No spoilers.
Yao and Valentin: *Roll by, still in a fist fight, although it's quite obvious Valentin is winning*
Amethyst: ...and Romania is winning...
Tino: Go vote on the poll if you want China to make a comeback!
Amethyst: I'm closing the poll after the final chapter of this hit's the website, so if you want Valentin to win, vote for his summary, if you want Yao to win, vote for his summary.
Tino: Please favorite, follow, and review! Thanks!
Amethyst: *Cracks knuckles* Meanwhile, I've got a new hetalia academy idea to work on! It doesn't involve super spies or explosions, but it'll still be awesome! Bye!