You have made it! Yay! I was waiting for you! Okay, maybe I wasn't and maybe no one is actually reading this but if you are then HHHIIIIII! And now you're probably scared away and please don't go! Okay…anyways…so this is the chapter that I actually came up with and write and typed and all the good stuff. It would be pretty obvious that I was the one who wrote this even if I didn't publicly tell you…((((*。_。)_…I hope you enjoy this and I'll probably update within a week or so depending on really how much people like it. Even if I get one review that is like 'Please update soon!' Or whatever I'll try and update soon, as long as someone likes it I'll try my best to make them happy!
If I owned Hetalia do you really think I would be typing a Hetalia fanfiction?
Chapter Four: Singing In The Shower
It was embarrassing enough at his home when he was caught singing in the shower by even his special-effing-snowflake of a brother, but being heard by the Spanish bastard that had nearly pummeled him on the pre-first day of school, that was just a downright humiliation on him and his entire existence. At least, that's the first thing Lovino thought as he stepped out of the bathroom, a fluffy white towel wrapped loosely around his waist and the thought of tomatoes and pretty girls on his mind. It didn't help at all that he had been singing Volare Cantare, of all Italian songs that he could have been singing it just had to be the one about flying and singing and 'blue painted in blue'.
The second thought the Italian boy had was 'thank the great tomato lord', seeing as the bastard was snoring softly and still in his football uniform, if you could call it that. Apparently the bastard had made the team. They hadn't had choir yesterday nor had they had it today, but according to some teacher or another, it officially started tomorrow. Which is what they said yesterday. Maybe Lovino should have just signed up for book club or some shit so at least he wouldn't have to be this stressed about such a measly matter. Go ahead, call him a pussy.
The third thought that ran through Lovino's head was 'why in the world does that bastard have to looks so damn hot?' He quickly hit that thought with a fly swatter and chucked it into the bin of forbidden gay thoughts. He was Italian for crying out loud! Chasing a woman's booty was his mother-effing duty!
"Stupid gay thoughts…" Lovino muttered to himself as he threw on some casual clothes; a pair of worn out jeans, an Assassins Creed shirt and his red chucks. At least he wasn't required to wear his uniform to dinner, that would easily be added to the already long ass list on why he hated this school. Pocket edition, series one, volume one, chapter one. It consists of much more than 100 points at the moment.
Hopefully he wouldn't have to run into his brother, that would have been horrible. Feliciano probably already had twenty eight friends, a girlfriend and a boyfriends. People always said he was just 'too likable', Lovino always said he was just to gullible. He would probably suck a dick if it meant the person would be their friend. Of course, they usually just took one look at him and decided that the cute façade of his was true and just took him under their wing. Simple as that.
Lovino sneered a little as he stepped into the cafeteria, which was already full, and slowly made his way towards the line that served Italian food. He grabbed a random plate of food, it happened to be a cheese quiche, and made his way over to a deserted table. Apparently you 'weren't allowed to eat anywhere but in the cafeteria' here, which was the dumbest rule ever. Back in Italy, Lovino was allowed to go hide away in the library, even though he wasn't a huge reader and truthfully thought the place had smelt of old lady. But lo and behold, here in World Academy they weren't so loose reigned.
As he sat down in the abandoned table, the young Italian reflected on the past two days of school, which just about all of the teachers had said earlier today. It was only day two of school and the teachers were already pounding down them down with work as if they already knew the basics of quantum mechanics, which Lovino did not understand one bit. The only class he actually enjoyed was English, and that was probably because the entire class was made up of seemingly quiet students. Oh yeah, and his brother wasn't in the class with him.
He already hated quantum mechanics before this academy, when one of his science teachers decided it would be fun to teach them about it, now he knew that he absolutely hated it. The formulas made no sense to him and the whole subject in general left him confused and aggravated. It really didn't help that the girl sitting next to him blew through the lessons like they were a breeze, what did she do in her free time? Study?
As Lovino began to eat his quiche he kept his eyes out for Feliciano, who was sure to come waltzing in any time now with an entourage of friends before deciding to brag his brother's ears off about them. That was just about the only thing he had to look forwards to at this school besides sleep. Luckily he didn't have any homework but just about every teacher had promised they'd get some tomorrow. Joy.
Antonio was awoken to the sound of someone banging on his door, more specifically two someones. Two someones who apparently insisted on being the loudest they could. The shower had apparently stopped when he was sleeping, and with it so had the haunting voice. Antonio groaned as his friends continued to bang on the door, his headache in rising at a rapid pace.
"Antonie, mon ami, it is time for dinner and I am hungry!" A distinctly French voice called out from the other side of the door.
"I will find a way into that room of yours even if I have to crawl in through the window!" Gilbert shouted just as Francis had finished.
"First I have to deal with cowardly Italians waking me up, now these dips? Let a man take his siesta in peace." Antonio grumbled to himself as he rolled over and sat up, only just noticing he was still in his football uniform and hadn't showered. He groaned again.
"I'll meet you two in the mess hall!" Antonio called out to his friends, which caused them to immediately cease their banging and shout words of appreciation before running down the hall. The Spaniard had enough common sense to know that he didn't have enough time for a decent shower and so he just opted for a change of clothes and maybe some cologne, just enough to not make him smell like he just slept in his own sweat, which he technically did.
It seemed as if Mr. I-Got-In-The-Shower-First, whichever of his three bunkmates that was, had decided not to wake him up to tell him it was his turn in the shower. Sure he didn't like it when people woke him up, in fact he hated it, but considered something like a shower was extremely important, he would think the Shower Dude would have enough decency, especially since he was in a sweaty football uniform. Sure he would probably still pummel whoever woke him up, but it would at least be considerate to inform him it was his turn.
Antonio hastily put on a random shirt that he had lying in his still unpacked bag of clothes and then pulled on a pair of jeans. His shoes were almost forgotten as he quickly made his way out the door, anxious to catch up with his new amigos before they began eating. Hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with any pricks on the way to the mess hall, even though it was very close to his dorm.
When he had reached the mess hall he picked his way over to the line for Italian food, closest food to the Spanish treats that weren't being served today, and kept an eye out for his friends. After spotting them he grabbed a tray of random foods and made his way over to the other two, who were chatting happily as they stuffed their faces with Italian and, in Gilbert's case, German food.
"Okay, now that you have all gathered around the awesome me," Gilbert began immediately after Antonio sat down, which pulled an eye roll from both the Spaniard and the Frenchman, "I have a fantastic list of awesome pranks we can pull throughout the year! We start at number one hundred and work our way down to number one!"
"That is one of the stupidest ideas I have ever heard." Antonio dead panned as he picked at a slice of lasagna that he didn't know that he had picked up.
"Oh, come on Toni! It'll be fun and we'll always be busy!" Gilbert whined.
"But then it seems to 'set in stone' so to speak. Aren't pranks supposed to be pulled at random?" Antonio asked as he continued to eat his food.
"Well, ja, but this way it'll be awesome and orderly! Something's just have to be like that and this is one of them! Plus, the we'll never get bored this year, just move on to the next prank!" The German was nearly jumping out of his seat, he was so excited.
"Whatever…" Francis muttered at his friend's bouncy attitude. This was apparently very exciting for him.
"Plus, Francis, I think you'll like this first prank." Gilbert said, smirking slightly at the Frenchman.
"And what would this prank be?"
"Let's just say it involves whipped cream, a video camera, and the girls lavatory."
So…how did you like it? I'm sorry if you're looking at my writing and thinking, god dammit this chic is not worthy of typing this story. You're right…I'm not…but I'm still gonna do it! Sorry guys. Sorry that it's short also. Just…sorry.
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