Svetlana had a lot of visits, during the first weeks of class. When students got too curious, accidents were fast to happen. Not that she complained. She liked her job with all her heart. Fortunately, the first days were supposed to be slow. It wasn't cold enough for kids to be ill, and the older ones weren't too careless with their capacities. As for the new ones, they were still finding them out and were mostly warry of them.

That's why she was waiting calmly in her office, a good old-fashioned magazine on her laps and a bit of Tchaïkovski in the background. It was a peaceful morning. It was almost time for recess and, if she was lucky, her three adorable kids would come by, say hi and tell her about their first class of the year. History, if she remembered correctly. With that new teacher who looked, truth be told, quite charming…

Three knocks at the nursery door pulled her out of her thoughts. Oh? There couldn't already be an injury after less than two hours of class, right? Ah, maybe one of the last years had sprained their ankle during PE, that was plausible. Intrigued, she set her magazine down, stood up and opened the door. She wasn't expecting what she saw.

"Uh? Are you bringing me a corpse?" A line of students came in, carrying Antonio's still body. He was a fourth year student if she remembered correctly. Luna was guiding them, holding up the poor boy's head. Behind them, two students were helping around a small brunet uttering a stream of insults that grew more vulgar by the second. His right arm was covered in bruises. "Oh my… Luna, I know your methods are efficient but don't you think this is getting a little bit out of hand?"

Luna gave her an uneasy sorry smile. Svetlana sighed but her nurse instinct quickly took over. She guided the troops so that they'd carefully set down their burden on one of the nursery's beds. Feliciano and Kiku let go of Lovino on another one, next to the first. Then, the middle-aged blond woman shooed the entire class out with big waves of her arms, asking for space so she could work correctly. Only Luna was allowed to stay, and that was because she was a co-principle.

Svetlana took a stool and went to sit between the two boys. Lovino had lied down and wasn't talking anymore but anyone could have noticed the way he kept glancing concerned looks at the Spanish boy. The nurse slightly peeled off Antonio's shirt and carefully placed her hand on his stomach. Her eyes immediately widened with astonishment. "Two broken ribs and internal bleeding! Do you think I'm a magician?! I give diagnosis, I don't make miracles! And Raivis is still in class… Havens, did you use this boy as a trampoline?!"

"That's not at all what fucking happened!" Lovino exclaimed from the next bed.

Svetlana pouted and slapped him a little. Not very hard, just what was needed as a warning. "Watch your language, duckling," she reproached.

Lovino blushed up to the roots of his hair but just grumbled about all those "fucking people that kept giving him stupid nicknames". Svetlana sighed, took her hand away from Antonio's stomach and raised his legs with a couple pillows. Then she started opening her patient's shirt, without taking it completely off so that he wouldn't move any more. She set the fabric apart, exposing the Spanish boy's torso. Around the first ribs, there was a large purplish black zone, excessively swollen. Lovino's eyes grew larger with horror and tried to look away, which caught the nurse's attention.

"Nice work, huh?" she mocked. "Was that your fault?"

"What? No, it wasn't my fucking fault!" the Italian yelled. "H-he's the one who's just so dumb he fucked up, damn i…"

He was interrupted with a slap. "I told you to mind your language, you wolf cub," she scolded softly.

Vexed, Lovino tried to turn around and let out a pained yelp: he had forgotten about his own bruises. Svetlana raised an eyebrow and turned to him to examine the injuries. She let go with a relieved sigh: there was nothing too urgent. She started petting the rest of the Spanish boy's body, making sure there was nothing else.

"You should have come and get me, it's dangerous to move someone in that state! The bone could have moved and make even more damage and… Goodness, we really need to do something about the internal bleeding…"

"I've sent someone to get Raivis, he shouldn't be long," Luna assured as she read a magazine on her chair.

She had barely finished her sentence when the door bounced against the wall and a young blond boy rushed in, panicked, breathless and shaking like strawberry jellow. Peter was following behind. "I-I came as fast I possible!" he stuttered with a voice as frail and shaking as him. "P-Peter told me it was urgent! Who's h-hurt? I-is it bad? Should I…"

"Stop! Raivis, calm down!" Svetlana ordered firmly. Raivis shut up immediately. "Good little sparrow…" she started again in a softer voice. "Antonio has internal damage that we imperatively need to stop. We'll see the ribs next, if you can manage."

The young boy nodded and came to sit next to the nurse. His gaze suddenly changed as soon as he saw Antonio's purplish chest. From worried and hesitant, he seemed to gain confidence and carefully placed his hands were the bone was broken.

He stayed there, unmoving, for several minutes, focused on his task. Svetlana was monitoring what he was doing and guided him from time to time, whispering advice into his ear. Peter and Lovino couldn't look away. It was fascinating. As for Luna, she… was doing crosswords. She seemed to trust the Lett.

Slowly, under the student's captivated eyes, the swelling was reduced and paled until it was completely gone. Raivis blinked, took his hands back as well as a deep breath and slumped back into his chair. He looked like he had just ran a marathon but a relieved smile had settled on his lips. Svetlana checked his work with an expert hand. Her fingered barely touched the Spanish boy's skin before a glad expression settled on her face. He immediately threw herself at the little Lett to strangle him… Ah, no, sorry, she was just hugging him.

"Good job, my little sparrow! You usually do quite well but that was perfect! I'm so glad I have such a good assistant!"

Lovino smiled mockingly at the poor boy whose lips were turning blue from the lack of air. Svetlana really seemed to love him. Raivis was only saved by the recess bell that reminded everyone time was still turning.

"Good job!" she said again as she let go of him. "You can go and rest now…"

"Ehi, aspetta!" Lovino cried out. "What about me?"

Svetlana turned to him with a large scary smile. "Raivis cannot heal continuously, he needs some time to rest," she explained. "So you'll stay here! You don't have any more classes anyway for now, isn't that right, Luna?"

The Lett send a poor smile at the Italian who started angrily cursing again before the blond woman started scolding him about his language again. He opened the nursery's door to get out… cried out with terror, shut it closed again and rushed to hide under one of the beds. Svetlana didn't payed the slightest bit of attention, but it did make Lovino shut up as he wondered what kind of scary monster could be behind that door.

Then the door opened again and Ivan came in with both his sisters.

Svetlana immediately stopped scolding Lovino so she could go hug her "baby bear", her "little stork" and her "sweet dove". Lovino briefly wondered why she kept giving nicknames to everyone but chose to give up when he realized the nurse was the mother of the Russian and his sisters.

"Skazi mne, mama?" Ivan said when he noticed the occupied beds. "What happened?"

"Nothing, just an accident during Luna's lesson. Raivis just took care of it."

"Oh, but where is he?"

At this point, Raivis had almost reached the door, crawling under the beds. Katyusha noticed him as he discreetly tried to reach the door handle. He made sure nobody was watching and quickly opened the panel so he could escape. Raivis gave her a thankful smile before running away as fast as he could.

Ivan looked for him for a few moments more before declaring he still had to congratulate him and left as well, followed by his two sisters.

When Antonio opened his eyes and felt the terrible headache starting to drill into his temples, his first reaction was to check if he still had his pants on. Because if we woke up with such a migraine, it had to mean he had drunk himself to sleep with the rest of the trio last night. And although he loved his friends, he knew from experience that when one of them was drunk, you had better watch your butt, both literally and figuratively.

When he was certain he was still a virgin, he could finally notice he was in a bed, at the nursery, and Lovino was watching him mockingly from the next bed. He was smirking, which was rather a bad omen, knowing that the only time the Spanish had seen him smile was when he smashed his own foot with a bowling ball two days ago. So he must have been in a very bad state. Antonio proceeded to check his body again, making sure everything was relatively normal and, apart from his headache, everything seemed in order. "What is it, Lovi?"

"Nothing. You looked like you'd lost something so I was wondering what it was, and then I realized you were still looking for your own brain, dumbass."

"No, I was checking I still had my… Whatever. Why am I here?"

"Because you're a fucking idiot and that's still incurable."

Antonio was going to ask for clarifications but when he opened his mouth he suddenly remembered everything that had happened. So he stayed still with his mouth open as his brain tried to take in the situation correctly, which make made him surprisingly alike to a fish agonizing on a rock under a scorching sun. A brown fish with very sexy green eyes, but still a fish. "Dios mio, Lovi! Are you hurt? Are you okay? Are you…"

"Shut up, bastard. Yes, I'm hurt, you shithead!" the Italian boy grumbled, pointing at his right arm and leg, covered in ice packs. "And because of you, we could have both gone down, idiot!"

Antonio blinked with a surprised look. "Because of me?"

"Are you being this dumb on purpose? First, you had to fucking scare me, which got me in deep shit in the first place, but then you were dumb enough to ran under me and break yourself two ribs! So yeah, damn it, it is your fault! What would I have looked like if you were dead, huh? You really are just a fucking bastar…" Lovino stopped. Antonio had placed a hand on his mouth and another one on his stomach, and was shaking like he was having an attack. The Italian boy thought he was about to throw up and was about to call for help from Svetlana, who was doing god-knows-what in the corridor, when he realized the Spanish was just laughing to death. "Mind sharing what's so fucking funny, bastardo?!" he snapped.

Antonio needed a moment to answer, desperately catching his breath. But each time he would look at Lovino, he would start laughing again, which made the Italia really confused and really pissed off.

"Are you going to tell me what wrong with you, cazzo?"

"Hahahaha… Ho… S-sorry… Lovi…" he managed to say between two fits of laughter. He needed a few more minutes to calm down, and when that was over he explained : "I'm just so happy you are okay."

Well, actually, that wasn't the real reason but he wasn't that keen on telling Lovino what he'd really think about! He had noticed that Lovino, as a perfect Italian, talked with his hands a lot. Except, because of his injuries, Lovi could now only move one arm when he wanted to tell something, which was extremely comical. What was worse was that he was moving twice as much when he was mad. And the icing on the cake: the Spanish had dared to wonder what would have happen if both his arms couldn't move. Would he stop talking altogether? Or would he talk with his feet? To sum it up, it was difficult to stay serious when thinking about this!

Besides, he wasn't lying when he said he was happy he was okay. He would have been really upset, had the younger boy been more hurt, not to mention he was the one to start everything with his prank. Well, he couldn't know Lovino could make over fifteen feet jumps. But that wasn't an excuse. At least, is explanation seemed to pass, which was good! Besides, now Lovino had gone quiet and kept blushing like a cute tomato. He cursed a lot but he was still so adorable, always being so shy!

There was a moment of silence before Antonio decided to spark the conversation again. "Did Bella come by while I was sleeping?"

Lovino send him a dirty look that you could easily translat with "Why are you talking about this now, bastard?" and answered with a blank tone: "She was there for like three seconds at recess, and then the nurse threw her out so that you'd rest because you looked like you went under a bus. She said something with "regeneration" in it, but that's all I understood. Your girlfriend is a tough one though, she tried to get in through the window. I think she wanted to give you something."

"Aw, that's my Bella! So nice!" Antonio giggled, blushing with joy.

Lovino sent him a long glare that said a lot about what he thought about his love life. Then he looked away, bored. "Yeah, I guess she looks pretty good…" he commented half-heartedly.

"Doesn't she?!"

"You two look so lovey-dovey together." A slight smile peeked out from his lips as traces of amusement seemed to overgrow the annoyance. "Every time you guys are together you are so sweet it gives me fucking cavities!"

Antonio's laughter grew a little less cheerful. "Right, we like to act like an adorable little couple…" You could almost hear the "but" at the end of his sentence. Which teased Lovino's curiosity as he turned to him, waiting for him to continue. "Let's just say it's complicated!" Antonio eventually said with one of those dumb smiles that made Lovino want to stick his fist into his face.

The young man was lucky the younger boy couldn't leave his bed. There was another moment of silence. "So, what time is it?" Antonio asked.

"No clue…" Lovino grumbled. "La signora Braginskaya said I could stay here until noon and I should feel better by then but there isn't a fucking clock in this room…"

"Untill noon, huh?" Antonio repeated pensively. "Well then, I'll keep you company!"

"No need to do this, asshole!" the little brunet immediately reacted.

"Of course there is, Lovi! I'm not going to leave you alone when I'm the reason we're here in the first place, right?"

Lovino was red as a tomato and could find anything to say. Thankfully, an angel saved him : "Say, you little bull, do you think this is a hotel?"

The boys jumped when Svetlana raised in front of them. She didn't look like it but she could be very sneaky. "You are awake, which means you rested enough! You are healthy so no way you are missing another lesson!"

"But…"

"T-t-t-t-t! No buts! Don't tell me you were planning on skipping philosophy?"

"Uh…"

"Sorry, honey hen, but tricks don't work on me! If you leave now, you'll be there in time for the second hour. Come on, get up!"

And without listening to his protests, she threw the Spanish boy out of the nursery. Lovino wasn't exactly sure how he should have felt when the blond woman turned to him with a huge smile.

"But since I know you might be lonely while waiting for your bruises to clear up, I found someone in the corridor that doesn't have any lessons and who'll keep you company for the time being!"

Lovino raised an eyebrow and Svetlana pushed the nursery door once more. The Italian's blood freezed.

"Ciao fratello!"

"Santa merda…"

"Language, baby chick!"

The rest of the week was spent with any really noticeable event.

Romulus made a scene at Luna when he learned what had happened to his son but she managed to calm him down. The fact Raivis had managed to get rid of his bruises before he left the nursery had helped a lot.

Lessons went by like normal lessons. Well, knowing the weird character of some students and teachers, there were some… troubling moments. Fortunately, most teachers were now used to making kids obey, and the new History teacher didn't have that much trouble being listened to. Not to mention he behaved a lot better than he had before with his female students. Thing was there weren't that many and most had either an older sibling or a protective boyfriend. Add to this very interesting powers and you could understand messing up with those women buds was not a good idea!

He had gotten the idea when the classroom floor literally turned into an ice rink after he complimented Katyusha on her good answers and her charm. He had slipped while trying to get back to the black board and Ivan had told him, with an absolutely terrifying smile, "is everything alright, professor?" generally, a good teacher doesn't let himself be intimidated by his students. But Romulus had decided maybe it was best not to push it…

On Wednesday, during the two hours of personal time, Luna summoned some students in the PCD room. She wanted to make sure everyone would get to the same level as fast as possible, which meant she had to make it so everyone knew what they could do. She received complaints from the three students she had forgotten in the classroom on Monday, but she didn't really care.

So, after a number of tries, she managed to scare Feliks bad enough that the white balls he was tasked with holding in his hands took dozens of different colors. The Polish boy thought that was "like totally cool", to be able to change things' color, and that same evening he trained with all the furniture in his room, much to Toris's dismay, as he now had to sleep in a bed with red wood, green sheets and yellow blanket because his roomie still didn't control his power well enough to choose the color he wanted to make. However, nobody else found anything.

Free time hours weren't the most intense, that week. Clubs were waiting for the subscription day to start the annual projects. So they just did little workshops without any real importance. A lot of kids, as well as the new ones, just wanted to relax. The bravests took advantage of the remains of summer heat to use the outdoor sport facilities. Others were hanging out in the playground, the corridors, or even on the roof despite the fact it was strictly forbidden. That was the place you could be certain to find Francis, Antonio and Gilbert when they weren't where they were supposed to be. The Bad Touch Trio, as they liked to call themselves, used that place as headquarters. And everybody knew. Even the principles had given up on keeping them away from there.

That Friday afternoon, the three young men had gotten up on the roof after starting the fourth best paper ball fight the history classroom had ever known, all without the teacher knowing where all the attacks were coming from. They were still laughing about it. They had perfect synchronicity, they all knew from instinct when to start and when to stop so that the teacher didn't find them out.

"Did you see Vargas's face when the bell rang?" Gilbert snickered as he dropped himself in his usual spot, in the shade of the staircase.

"He looked like he was about to strangle the whole class!" Francis laughed as well, gently brushing his fair locks with his fingers.

"Another éxito for the Bad Touch Trio!" Antonio sang as he grabbed the guitar hidden behind the electricity room.

He tried the strings and started to improvise a melody his two friends followed, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in a cheerful cacophony. They all invented lyrics in their own language, to the point it was impossible to figure out what one was saying out of all the powerful musical mess.

"Vargas, Vargas, t'es tombé sur la mauvaise classe~"

"Somos jóvenes y muy orgullosos, muy orgullosos!"

"Das Bad Touch Trio gewinnt! Denn wir sind genial!"

When none of them knew what to scream along anymore, Antonio finished with a solo that would have done wonders in a rock show and yelled "GRACIAS GENTE!" as France whistled and Gilbert pretended to be the delirious crowd. Then they threw a fit of laughter and couldn't say anything for several minutes.

"We should try writing those songs down, sometime," Gilbert finally commented when he managed to at least look a bit calmer.

"You're the one in the music club, you can just take blank music sheets."

"Real funny, you think Princess-Roddy would let me?"

The albino got up, circled his eyes with his fingers like he had glasses and took an offended face. Then he declared in a high-pitched voice in which you could make out a slight lisp: "The music room equipment is reserved for lessons and music club practice only! It is out of the question you will use it for personal projects such as a mere rock band! And I will ask you to cease your affectations, you poor fool!"

Francis and Antonio fell over from laughing at the perfect impersonation. Gilbert couldn't hold it either and laughed with them.

"We could also buy some," Antonio offered.

"Yeah, but that's no fun."

"Ah, fine then."

Slowly, everyone started doing whatever then felt like. Antonio was taking care of his guitar, Gilbert was playing a game on his phone, and Francis was taking in the view, humming. It often happened that they were together without a real discussion. They just liked the company of the other two, but didn't need them to put their noses where they didn't belong.

"By the way, Cici, weren't you supposed to be at the cooking club, right now?" Antonio said.

"Well weren't you supposed to be at the sport club?"

The two principles, the Chrones sisters, gave almost as much importance to distractions as the did to studies. That was why every Saturday held a special event. It could be a party, a competition or a show the students put up.

This Saturday, though, was the club subscription day. The time to recruit new members and to show off how cool your club was compared to others. So of course there was a lot of work before the big day.

"Oh, you know, I don't really feel like getting yelled at by Eliza. She wants a game tomorrow, fine, I'll do it. But if I'm just here to put the stuff away, then I'll pass, amigo."

"That's not very galant, Nini. A lady deserves…" Francis stopped. Gilbert was laughing at him.

"Sorry Don Juan, but Eliza isn't what I call a lady."

The blond boy didn't know what to answer and gave up.

After several minutes of silence, gilbert paused his game. He looked thoughtful.

"Hey, guys, is there some sort of illness that makes you trip all the time?"

"Why are you asking that now?" Antonio said, absent-mindedly.

"I don't know. Just been falling over nothing for several weeks. Well, it happened sometimes before, but not that much. So?"

"What do you want me to say, Gigi? You can't move your feet right, that's all!" France said with a fake dramatic sigh.

Gilbert laughed and furtively left the shade to give a friendly punch to the French boy mocking him. "No but really," he pushed, putting his albino skin away from the deadly laser again. "Getting worried, guys."

"Relax, amigo. You're not sick, otherwise someone would have already told you. Remember where we are."

"Yeah but… Oh well, I'm so awesome I can't get sick anyway!"

"That's the spirit!" Francis joked. "Besides, maybe you're just being spied on by the invisible man!"

A noise caught their attention nearby. Close to the staircase door, a white teddy bear had just fallen on the ground and was vaguely protesting. The three young men stared at it for a few seconds, dumbfounded. Then it suddenly disappeared and quick footsteps could be heard tumbling down the stairs.

The silence was such that you could hear the jocks yelling from the football field, a good half mile from there. The trio shared a look. "Or you got a stalker," Antonio finished.