My deepest apologies for the long wait. School is the reason but anyways, I now have a chapter that is ready!
Since classes haven't started yet, I decided to study my rival. Someone who could easily fend of a weapon-vs-hand battle. Someone who could crush someone in one go.
The more I thought about it, the more challenging it became. I have to do something before Friday. He's too strong to battle but my love for anziano is stronger than his. Stronger than the other rivals I previously faced.
Without thinking, I went to the rooftop and found a bucket in one of its corners. Perfect. I thought. I could douse my rival with something.
Blood? Water? Gasoline? Hm, I think I'll go with the third one. I feel like being a pyromaniac today. I grabbed the bucket and went down. I made my way to the back and realized that I don't even know where the gasoline is.
I whipped out my phone and texted my brother for help.
Luciano: Hey Flav, where's the gasoline located?
Flavio: Behind you.
Flavio: Kidding! It's beside the wood chipper somewhere around the garden. It's a red jerry can. Good luck getting past the club members.
I took note and heard the school bell. The jerry can could wait. I left the bucket at the track-and-field and sprinted to the classroom.
Hours later...
As students left the classroom to eat and socialize, I went back to the field. Luckily, no one touched the bucket. I picked it up and settled it beside the entrance of the Gardening Club.
I entered the club and was greeted by six girls wearing different colored flowers in their hair. The leader had short, curly blonde hair that was held back by a green ribbon. She wore gardening gloves and was tending to the flowers, just like the other members. Her attire consisted of a khaki uniform with black breeches and suspenders on her shirt.
The first member had long dark hair tied into a bun and wore a light-colored dress shirt with a ribbon-tie and knee-high boots. The second had blonde hair in a chin-length bob cut with a blue ribbon on the right side and wore a deep red dress that had light stripes. The third had tanned skin and long, dark brown hair tied into two pigtails with red ribbins and wore a knee-length blue dress with puffed sleeves. The fourth had long brown hair with a wild curly strand sticking out on the right side and wore a bright pink-colored Chinese qipao with gold trims and a long, flowing white skirt. Finally, the fifth and final one had pretty large breasts (and I obviously wasn't staring at them when I walked inside the garden) and short blonde hair that was held back by a white headband and black hair clips and wore a long-sleeved white blouse and blue overalls.
Their names are, according to the order I described them (given to me by Flavio), Emma Vandenberghe (the leader) from Belgium, Lida Masarykova from Czech Republic, Lili Zwingli from Liechtenstein, Michelle Mancham from Seychelles, Xiao Mei from Taiwan and Yekaterina Katyusha from Ukraine.
All of them seemed occupied so I had no problem finding the wood chipper, where the jerry can of gasoline was located. I picked up the can and exited the garden. The track-and-field (or Sports Club) was already occupied with members.
My eye caught the leader, my rival, force-training (in my point of view) anziano. That's when I began to have mixed thoughts. Dousing my rival could also mean dousing anziano. My hands shook, almost dropping the jerry can.
I didn't care. I unscrewed the cap of the can and filled the bucket with gasoline. It's a good thing Flavio slipped a box of matches in my pocket during classes. When I felt that the can was empty, I tossed it aside and picked up the bucket. Slowly, I walked towards the track-and-field. I made my way to Ludwig, my rival, and positioned my feet to trip. "Watch out!" I faked warned. Ludwig turned to me and I "tripped", spilling gasoline all over him.
I landed facefirst on the ground. The club members stopped what they were doing and gave their attention to the three of us. "Hey! Be careful next time!" Ludwig snapped at me as I stood back up. Anziano looked startled and ran.
"Wait...is this...gasoline?" My rival wondered. I took a good step backwards and took out the box of matches.
I lit a match and threw it at Ludwig. Within a few seconds, he caught on fire. "Huh?! Wha...?! N-Nein! Help me! Gyaaaaack!" Everyone began to panic, they scrambled everywhere, desperate to find a bucket of water.
"Oh no! Someone get water!"
"Help! Our leader is on fire!"
"Hurry! Before it's too late!"
Speak of the devil, it's already too late. My rival stopped screaming and collapsed, covered in ashes. I fleed immediately, not wanting to be seen as suspicious.
A member of the Sports Club who witnessed the burning of their leader called the police. The police arrived and have requested the teachers to put the school on lock-down, not allowing students to leave until they catch the culprit.
They have questioned Luciano but were unable to find any evidence due to the box of matches being hidden in his locker. Until the suspect has been caught, the murder case will remain open.
All students were requested to go home early due to the murder.
The Sports Club leader is dead. The club disbands.
The brother of the leader, Gilbert Beilschmidt, is requesting Gakuen Hetalia to find anything that was left in the crime scene.
Five more rivals to go.