Time skip to Friday - end of classes

"Calling the attention of Luciano Vargas. Please report to class 3-1." I heard the intercom say. "Well Luci, I don't know how you managed to crush your grades but that was pretty impressive." Flavio praised, unable to take his eyes off my test paper that had a failing grade (I actually studied but I used wrong answers for a reason).

I fixed my headband and climbed up the stairs as I headed my way to class 3-1. This is it. I thought. I entered the classroom and found Signor Bonnefoy. "You wanted to see me?" I asked. "Oui. It's about your recent performances this week." He told me. "But don't you worry~ I have the solution~"

I held my hand up before he grabbed me. "Um, I want my tutoring session at home." I said. His face fell, as if he waited for the ultimate moment that when a young boy walks in, stuff happens (or something that Flavio said).

Signor Bonnefoy climbed down the table and arranged his important stuff (one of them looked very strange but I didn't bother) before securing them in a bag. "I'll be at your house in a few minutes." He told us. We nodded and we went to our lockers to change our shoes before walking back home.

Ah, Japan, a quiet country. They have very honest people and they're very polite, too. Mine and Flavio's trip here was quite expensive but we somehow managed to get enough* to permanently move and live here...that is, if you can get used to their extreme temperature.

Every winter, we had to make sure our heater was running okay and we wore fleece blankets every time we slept. It snowed particularly heavy as well and it was pretty cold too. This one's my favorite season.

Summer was worst. It gets very hot that you'll have to strip your pants inside the house (everyone does this, not just us). The whole day, you are like that and at night, when sleeping, the thermostat of our cooler is 25 and above.

Spring's okay however. It's also the time school starts because the cherry blossoms inspire us to work hard. The gardens of Gakuen Hetalia have cherry blossoms planted everywhere, even at the entrance.

"Earth to Luciano." I heard my brother's voice call me. I found myself on the sofa of our house. "Signor Bonnefoy's gonna be here in a short while, you better be prepared." He told me.

I nodded and fixed my appearance, adjusting my hat. The doorbell rang and I opened it to see my rival teacher. "Signor Bonnefoy!" I said. We bowed as a form of greeting and he entered our house. I gave a hand signal to Flavio as I closed the door. "Um, can we have the tutoring later? I have to...empty my bowels." I said. With that, I pretended to go to the bathroom.

I hid behind a wall and watched as Flavio stalled Signor Bonnefoy.

"Tell me, how is your brother like?"

"Oh! Um, he's innocent and naive. Happy-go-lucky type too."

"And what does he do every night~?" I gulped at that.

"He plays video games and reads manga, like any typical young adult school boy." Okay, that didn't go bad.

Flavio gave me the hand signal and I silently crept behind Signor Bonnefoy. When I was positioned behind him, I outstretched my hands and forecfully grabbed his neck.

"Glck! Young man! Didn't your maman tell you not to fight your teachers?!" He hissed as he turned around and grabbed my arms. Me and Signor Bonnefoy were suddenly engaged into a physical fight. I was strong but he was much stronger.

"Flavio, help!" I gasped as he pinned me down. "Get your hands off my brother!" Flavio yelled, appearing behind Signor Bonnefoy and began to choke him with much more force. I freed myself and I placed my hands on his head before twisting it with such force.

Crack!

Signor Bonnefoy's dead body dropped to the floor. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. Footsteps echoed on the stairs leading to our bedrooms and out came Andres. "Flavio! Are you okay? I heard screaming and fighting." He asked, worry etched on his face. "Oh, don't worry Andres~ I'm fine!" Flavio cooed and jumped onto him, where they went upstairs to their shared room (technically, it's Flavio's but it became their room after Andres moved in).

I went to the kitchen to get a trash bag and went back to the living room to stuff my dead rival's body in it. I secured it with the strap that was provided, leaving his feet popped out. I dragged the bag to our backyard where the incinerator was located. Opening it, I tossed the bag in and turned it on.

I wiped more sweat as I went back inside our house and went to my room, where I changed into my pyjamas and collapsed on my bed.

Let's just say I had a very pleasant dream of myself and anziano...