DUDE. THE DAY AFTER I WROTE THE LAST CHAPTER. WE PLAYED DODGEBALL. X'D
I also don't know what to call Cuba... so I'll just use Miguel...ene''
Okay. So I don't own Hetalia... ;A;
"A-Al watc-" I yelled as loud as I could... but I guess it's not that loud, eh?
But, Alfred didn't hear me, so he rolled around and tripped Miguel...
Ugh. He's such an idiot.
Miguel got up from the ground, "Hey! Mira por donde vas!" he shouted in my general direction, which was in front of the gym doors.
I have absolutely no idea what he said... but it sounded angry, "Eh... S-sorry!" I replied scratching the back of my head.
"You better be!" Miguel picked up a dodge ball and threw it at me, but I have amazing dodging dodge ball skills!
"DUDE. Nghh." Wait. Isn't that the red-eyed boy's voice from before? "Not awesome.."
I whipped around to help him up. "Here. You okay?"
"Gah. I'm fine..." He rubbed his turning-red-cheek.
"Heh. Sorry about that."
"Wait. Aren't you that kid from before?"
"Yeah. Sorry about that too..."
"You seem awesome... uhh."
"Matthew."
"Well, you seem awesome Mattie. Maybe I'll catch you at lunch."
"Ah. I didn't get your name..."
"I'm Gilbert the Awesome of course!"
"Well see you later Gilbert."
Gilbert walked over to the bleachers of the gym to ask the coach something. Coach nodded his head and said something to him.
Something brushed my foot...
Let me rephrase that.
SOME ONE. Brushed my foot.
"Alfred." I sighed, "G-get up. You'll make people mad when you trip them."
Al gave me his best kicked puppy face. "But Mattttttt~~ It's funnnnn~!"
~TTTTWWWWEEEEETTTT~
Coach blew his whistle, finally, this crazy period is over!
But. Ew. Math. Early. In. The. Morning. Ew.
Then again, the teacher's lazy, so we don't have very much work.
But. Alfred's still gonna fail. Whoop-de-doo. I get a cookie for predicting the future.
TRANSLATIONS:
Hey! Mira por donde vas! - Hey! Watch where you're going! ((I think this is right... OTZ))
PFFFFF- WRY.
Okey. So this one is less crack-y. ouo
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