TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO FINISH. I ACTUALLY WAS TOO CAUGHT UP IN MY SCHOOL WORK TO REMEMBER "OH YEAH. I'M WRITING A STORY. DERP."
DUUUUDDDEEE~! GUESS WHAT. My school got a new student and she watches Hetalia. And watches Ouran High School. And FullMetal Alchemist. :D I thought I died or I was dreaming. ;u;
!EDIT!
THANK YOU MY LOVELY SISTER FOR POINTING OUT MY TYPOS TO ME.
PEOPLE WHO READ THIS- FORGET ABOUT A TEACHER NAMED COACH HOLLAND. HE WAS FIRED AND REPLACED BY MR. GERMAN WHO IS (BTW- THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL REVIEWER. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.) GERMANIA. (I actually just couldn't think of a name for the principal so it became Mr. German... OTL)
ONWARD! TO THE STORY~!
I jolted up and walked back to my locker…..
Oh... Hey, look, my Career work sheet- thing… so Alfred didn't take it… Oh well.
300, 305, 308, 310, Yes~ Okay locker 315 was Lars's locker so I slipped a sheet of paper with my number in it, so he could call me for his homework.
I already had my History books, so all I had to do was slip that note.
I walked down the long hallway, staying close to the wall so I wouldn't get bumped into by other students.
"HEY! CANADIA!" 'Rome' yelled down the halls.
You're probably wondering why he called me 'Canadia' and why I called him 'Rome'. Well, you see, 'Rome' is my History teacher. He liked to make nicknames for his students, so we all chose a country to be called after. For example, my cousin, Francis chose to be called France (although mainly because he was from France…), so everyone called him 'France' both in and out of class. Get it? Maybe you don't… but it doesn't matter…
"Oh, hey Rome! Whatcha' need?"
" I need you to run over to the upper high school and get Gilbert Beilschmidt and tell him to bring me his stuff. "
"O-okay…" Stuff? What did Rome mean by stuff? Gilbert…. Why does his name sound familiar….? Oh yeah … Gilbert 'The Awesome'. The person who ran into me this morning.
"It maight take a while to get back, but if they ask, tell them Rome sent you down~!"
"S-Sure thing Rome."
"Ciao~!" Rome waved at me and…. skipped to his classroom.
Well... that was a little disturbing... seeing a middle aged TEACHER skip down the hallway waving at everything that moved...
... yes, he did wave at the paper birds the science class hung out in the hall...
I sighed and walked to the upper high school. As I was passing the office (which was in front of the building, so I couldn't leave without passing it) Mr. German stopped me.. oh maple... this isn't going to go very well...
"MISTER JONES. YOU ARE AWARE IT ISN'T EVEN PAST LUNCH AND YOUR STARTING TO CAUSE TROUBLE." Mr. German boomed at me, causing me to squirm uncomfortly under his gaze.
"Eh... e-excuse me, sir, b-but-"
"YOU WON'T SPEAK UNTIL SPOKEN TO MISTER JONES."
"B-But sir! I-I'm not Alfred!" I tried to look not so terrified, but I couldn't help but try not to sob out my words... maple.
"Then who, Mister I'm-not-Alfred, might you be?" Mr. German smirked.
"I-I'm Matthew Williams, sir!" I started to hold my arms in front of me and turned my head, fearing I might cry from fear right now...
"HEY~! WAZZAP' OFFICE-SCHOOL RUNNING PEEPS~?" Dieu, I never thought I would be honestly glad to hear that annoying brothe of mine. "Hey, Matt, why you crying?" Alfred affectionatly said, and hugged me.
...And I hugged that idoit back. I never thought I would ever be yelled at like that... which probably means Al's in trouble, seeing how loud Mr. German yelled at me...
I wiped my tears away, "So whatcha' do this time, eh?"
"Oh, me? Heh heh, funny you ask, Matt... Well you see, that guy this morning...and yeah... stuff happened..."
WHAT...DID... SAY... EH? I'm so confused.
"What?"
"..."
Mr. German looked at us with a bewildered expression. "Wait... let me get this straight. You." He pointed at me, "You're Matthew Williams, correct?"
"Y-Yessir!" I whispered out.
"And you, Mister Jones. You are similar looking to this Matthew, right?"
"Yep!" Al giggled.
"So does this mean I have to punish YOU," he pointed to Al, "And not YOU?" Now he pointed at me... again.
"Does this like a face that would lie to you?" Al pushed me in front of him... maple, not my puppy-dog eyes...
Hockey stick, he does want me to do them...
I turned my face to look at the principal -insert the cutest, Maple Leaf country with puppy-dog eyes here-.
I...I think I melted his eyes so much, he cried rainbows at how innocent I looked.
"No, Mister Jones, it doesn't looked like he would lie to me, but I think you would..."
"B-But SIR~! Have a heart here! You just yelled at poor Matthew Willaims, the target of bullying, and you don't have the heart to appoligize! It's okay Matt, I'm here for ya' broski!" He wrapped me into his arms yet again. I gave him a glare that clearly screamed 'What in the name on syrup are you doing!'. He just winked back at me and mouthed 'Trust me. Guilt card.'
Yeah, we played that guilt card very well... the Vice, Miss Héderváry, poked her head out in the hallway to see what the commotion was about, and saw the final part of our 'card'... the part where Al whispered 'I love ya' bro.' soft eough to not attract others, but loud enough for the Principals to hear us.
And she... well... gushed out crying right then and told us to do whatever we were doing before and if we needed more time to sort things out. I told her we were fine and glared at Alfred.
He shrugged and slapped down a paper on the office counter and muttered a "See'ya broski's~! Keep outta the joints!" which earned him a couple of eye rolls.
"Ah, Miss Héderváry, I need to go to the Upper High School to fetch a Gilbert Beilschmidt for Ro-Mister Vargas." I said softly to her.
"Go ahead, Dear. Just don't take too long, kay?" She smiled sweetly at me and I nodded my head.
As I was heading out, Mr. German stopped me again with one of his stong hands on my shoulder. "Mister Williams, to my understanding, you were bullied?" he said softly as he could... which was still pretty creepy.
I blushed and nodded a 'Yes' to him.
"Well, if they give you anymore trouble, son, just tell us here in the office and we'll take care of it, okay?"
"Yessir. Thanks sir." I nodded sotly at him, and walked out of the door and headed out to the Upper High School.
Of course... that principal too, mistook me for Alfred... which got me wondering 'WHAT IN THE NAME OF TIM DID ALFRED DO?'
But hey~! Someone I knew! That person I'm supposed to get for Rome, and whom I also crashed into and got a bruise on my forehead from and whois now going to save me from another wrath!
That teacher principal dude was chewing me out, I ran away from him and hid behind Gilbert.
"Woah. Birdie, what are you doing?"
I pointed to the large man with a big nose, and huge scarf, who also looked like he was about to yell his lunchs out.
"Oh. Hey Mister Braginski! What going on here?"
"Well, Mister Alfred here is unathourized to walk inside my school building, da?"
"I'm sorry Mister Ivan, but this kid here is Matthew..."
"Williams," I whispered to him.
"Matthew Williams, sir. So you're going to have to let him in now that you've scared him half to death." Gilbert shrugged at ... Ivan was it?
"Ah. I'm terribly sorry, Comrade Matvey. I shall make it up to you by becoming one, da?"
"Eh... no thank you sir..."
"Well, maybe another time, da?"
"S-Sure thing." I said with fake joy in my voice.
Mister Braginski walked away into his creepy office, and I swear, there was a purple aura around and inside his room.
"And~ Matt~ Why are you here, Bridie?" Gilbert turned his body around to face me .
"Oh, about that... actually, as weird as this is, I'm here to see you actually!"
He smirked, "Are you missing the awesome me already? You just saw me twice earlier~"
I blushed lightly, "No. That's not why I'm here. Rome sent me to fetch you for you to bring your 'Stuff' to his class... whatever 'Stuff' is..."
"Okay! Let me grab my 'Stuff' and we can head over!"
He left me for a moment to go to his locker, which are smaller than ours, and somehow pulled a pretty good sized box out and jerked his head so I would follow him out.
"So, erm, Gilbert, what exactly is 'Stuff'?" I asked as soon as we stepped out in the chilly morning weather.
"~! What do you think 'Stuff' is?" Woah. He made that sound so wrong on so many levels.
I giggled... then mentally slapped myself for doing that. Why haven't I broke the habit of giggling?
"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT! BWAH HAHHAHHAHH~! What was that? /breathe/ That was so cute, Birdie!"
I blushed as red as his beautiful.. wait, what? No.. No. His EYES.
"Shut up!" I pushed him to the side, which, of course, in reply got me another string of 'Kesesese's.
We walked into the Lower High School building and strolled to Rome's class room.
"Canada~ What took you so long, veh~!" Feliciano (North Italy) said to me.
"Erm, I got caught up." I scratched the back of my neck.
"YEAH~! AND BY THAT IT MEANS HE TRIED TO GET THE SAUERKRAUT FROM THE HIGH SCHOOL BUT GOT HIS BUTT CHEWED BY MR. GERMAN, BUT LUCKILY I WAS THERE TO BE HIS HERO~! AHAHAHHAHAHA~!"
"What~? Veh~ I feel sorry for you Canada!"
"It's okay, Al-America straightened it out for me. Then Gilbert helped me with getting out of trouble with Mister Braginski..."
Everyone in the room (yes, even Rome) cringed at the thought of being yelled at by Mister Braginski.
"Kesesese~! Then I came and laid my awesomeness in the hall and fixed everything with my awesome."
"Oh~! Hola, mi amigo! I didn't know it was you coming to discuss the class project, Gil! The only hint Rome gave us was 'Prussia' and 'Land of Awesome Prussians', I would have never have guessed you were coming~!" Antonio (Spain) chirped.
"Well of course it would be Potato Number Two coming to talk to us, idiota! Who else talks about Prussia the way he does?" Lovino (South Italy) hit Spain in the back of the head with his 'World History and Geography' book.
"Settle down now chitlins!" Rome shushed the class. "Prussia~ Would you please tell everyone what we'll be doing for our project?"
"Sure thing Rome~! Listen up you kiddos! Everyone shall be grouped in pairs and you will create an Island from your crazy imagination! You have to provide a map, geography notes, and a short History. Rome and I will split the groups and since there's... one, three, nine, sixteen... seventeen of you kiddos in here, one of you will be working with the awesome me!" Gilbert turned to face Rome, "So, will you start splitting or shall I?"
"Oh, by all means, you can start, in fact, do it all, I'll walk around and see if you're teaching right~! After all, this goes to your college credits, right?"
"Yeppers~!" Gilbert turned back to us students and observed our seating arrangements. America sat next to Arthur (England/UK/Britain), Italy sat next to Ludwig (Germany), Spain next to South Italy, and so on, listing pairs of sixteen people, then we have me. I was sitting in the back of the room unoticed again because I shrunk back to my 'emo corner' as Al puts it. "So the person you're sitting next to is your partner for this project, no if's, but's, and or's about it!"
I sighed and thought I was forgotten again, that was until Gilbert sat next to me.
"You look lonely, Birdie~" Gilbert whined and rolled himself around on the desk.
"You know... you look as mature as Alfred, rolling around."
"That's not awesome, dude. Comparing the awsome me with your egoistic brother."
"We should get started with this, eh?"
-time change of one-class-period minus time-from-when-Matt-went-to-fetch-Gil later~!-
RINGA DINGA DEEEEE~!
"Okay Chitlins, put your stuff into Fourth Hour's basket! The you can head over to your next class! See ya' tomorrow~!" Rome announced to the class.
"I got the papers Birdie, you can go off to class~" Gil said, gathering the papers together.
"Th-Thanks Gil." Geez, why do I have to stutter all the time?
"No problemo~ I have nothing better to do, and I do not want to rush over to the Upper High just yet, so I'll help Rome here for a bit."
"See you tomorrow, eh?"
"Oh, Birdie, are you doing anything this afternoon? I thought we could hang out later."
"Umm, yeah actually I have to tutor Lars this afternoon so maybe tomorrow, kay?"
"Well, the awesome me will be waiting for ya Birdie!" And with that, Gilbert went to talk to Rome.
Better head off to Study Hall... Wait. I switched teachers for the term... so who was my teacher? I flipped open my binder and found my schedule and scanned for the Study Hall teachers: Mr. Turtle, Mrs. Tree, oh here it is, term three's teacher is.. Rome. Yay~! Now I don't have to worry about switching class rooms!
I sat back down at my seat in the back of the room andpulled out my book, The Da Vinci Code, and started to read it.
*read read read read*
Robert Langdon...Leonardo...cryptex...code.
Wait. Was someone breathing on my neck?
I turned around to face the familiar red eyes I had seen the whole day.
"Kesesese~!"
"Th-That's not funny Gilbert, you alomst gave me a heart attack!"
"Well, you just can't stop following me, Birdie! You're in almost every class I am!"
"Shhhh! I'm trying to read!" Gilbert sat next to me... and watched me read my book.. creepy~
Gilbert laid down his head on the desk and stared at me.
And stared.
And stared again.
Until it got to the point of irritation, I almost pounded his head into the desk.
"Would you stop staring at me?" I whispered to Gilbert.
"I can't help it if you're too cute not to stare at~!" Gilbert said softly.
I felt the blood rushing to my face. "Well stop! The bell's about to ring anyways, shouldn't you be getting back to the Upper High?"
"Pshhh~ No!"
I stared back at my book. I didn't read it, I just stared at the same word, 'Airplane', for the remaining five minutes.
-insert long ring of a school bell that indicates lunch time here-
"I stood up and walked out of the class, 'Accidentally' hitting Gilbert with my books on the way.
I went to my locker and shoved my books into my locker and took out my lunch of Timbits and Maple Flavoured Yogurt.
"Hey Matthew!"
I saw Lars before I heard him, he was standing by my locker waiting for me.
"Hey Lars! Thanks for waiting on me!" I grinned at him, shoving my hands into the pokets of my red 'Canada' hoodie.
"No prob, man! So, do you think you could help me in Math during lunch?"
"Sure thing!"
"Dude, thank you!" Lars fist-pumped the air.
Lunch wasn't that interesting, except when we played the "Who-can-say-the-word-the-loudest Game" and got in trouble for shouting 'PENIS'.
So, off to Band I guess.
Oh, what do I play? I play the Flute. Manly, I know, but hey, I'm pretty bad-ass at it so shut your yap.
Now who else is in the band? Well, Feliciano, Kiku, Armand, a couple of girls and I play the Flute, Ludwig plays the Tuba, Sadiq and some dude play the Clarinet, Francis plays the Trombone, Alfred plays the Saxophone, and Arthur and some guys play the Trumpet.
Nothing happened in Band either.
So now to Science! My least facorite class. Ew. But on the other hand, we were talking about dinosaurs. But on the other other handit still has to do with Sience, So I'm glad there's no other other hand!
"Yada, yada, blah, blah, blah, Dinosaur, sediment, yada, rock. So, how are rocks formed? Sediment presses onto hard parts of an organism. This will be all for today. Read a book."
Ah Seventh hour~! The day's almost done! Then I can go home and do nothing... I already helped Larz with his work, I turned down the opportuniy to hang out with Gilbert, so that leaves me to play Modern Warfare 3 with Alfred all night. yipee~!
I thought I should clear this out.
Names-
Armand=Greece
Lars= Nederland
Mr. German=Germania
Mrs Héderváry=Hungary
Mr. Vargas/Rome = Grandpa Rome
Feliciano, Kiku, Heracles and Matt play the Flute
Ludwig plays the Tuba
Sadiq plays the Clarine
Francis plays the Trombone
Alfred plays the Saxophone
Arthur plays the Trumpet.
SO DERP. LONG CHAPTER IS LONG.
If you see typos, don't be afraid to tell me!