"…Come along now Bela. My classroom is this way."
"Nyet. I will not go."
"Nonsense Miss…?"
"Arlovskaya. Bela's last name is Arlovskaya." Ukraine told him.
"Traitor…" Belarus mumbled.
"Nonsense Miss Arlovskaya. You must go. Your parents said so."
Belarus would never, ever, get used to the idea that Russia and Ukraine might have slept together. Maybe it was the shock from that that prevented her from attacking when the teacher grabbed her wrist and started dragging her into the crowded mess of students and hallways.
"They aren't my parents!" She finally muttered, too quietly to be heard.
"I am Mr. Lancer. I teach at this school. I'm also the vice principal. This hour is World History."
Belarus snorted.
"I already know everything there is to know about Russia and Belarus. What other countries matter? I don't need the class."
"We're learning about Ukraine today. I particularly find her relationship with Russia interesting."
"Вы задница.(You ass.)"
Ukraine had absolutely no relationship with her future husband. They were siblings, but Russia didn't think anything good about their slutty older sister.
"You're bilingual? That's great. Most of my students aren't."
"I'm also fluent in death threats and smart-assery." She muttered quietly.
"I speak a total of five languages fluently. That puts me beyond bilingual. I do not need this class."
"That's quite a few languages. You must be from Europe. Ah, here's my class!"
He pushed open the door and dragged her inside.
The classroom was nothing special. Ugly teenagers with bad acne were sleeping, conversing, banging their heads on a desk, or just sitting there wasting oxygen. There was no one interesting in the room.
"Quiet down!" The Lancer man shouted pathetically at the class. Less than a quarter seemed to listen to him, the rest just got louder.
"Shut the fuck up or I will hang every last one of you with your intestines." Belarus shouted at the obnoxious brats in front of her, causing every member of the class to fall silent. You'd think she had just killed one of them.
"Thank you." Mr. Lancer said nervously. "Would you like to introduce yourself then, Bela?
She rolled her eyes and stared at the man. Then Belarus turned back to the class and spoke in rapid Russian.
"Я ненавижу вас всех, и я желаю всем вам медленный и извилистый смерти. Это единственное, что ваши дерьмовые оправданий для жизни мог быть хорошим для." ("I hate you all, and I wish you all a slow and tortuous death. This is the only thing that your shitty excuse for life could be good for. ") She said with a voice dripping with hostility and anger.
"In English please, Bela."
Belarus started over.
"Здравствуй(Hello), my name is Bela. I come from the country of Belarus, which is very, very, very close to Russia." She grinned for a moment, and then returned to her usual angry face. "I speak several different languages. I was speaking in Russian a moment ago and I am speaking English now. I can also speak Polish, Wszyscy jesteście Pojebane Pojeby (You are all shitheads); Belarusian, Пайшоў на хуй ўсё (Fuck you all); Lithuanian, Nužudyk save (Kill yourselves); and I know a small amout of Ukrainian, Ебля повія (Fucking slut).
I have a big brother and a big sister. No pets. I am engaged, and will marry a man named Ivan soon. He is very handsome. If you try and talk to him, you will die. I am staying in Amity Park for two weeks and since my распутная(slutty) sister said I had to go here every day, I'm stuck with you суки(bitches). Can I sit down now?"
"Thank you, Bela. If you would, please take a seat next to Miss Manson. Samantha, raise your hand please and offer a friendly greeting."
The girl from lunch raised her hand. She didn't appear to be very happy about the arrangement. Belarus wasn't either.
She went to sit down by the ugly girl anyways. She didn't want to bother arguing with the fat-ass American teacher. He was probably too old to hear her anyways.
As soon as her body touched the uncomfortable graffiti-covered plastic, a hand shot into the air. It belonged to the brainless Danny child from lunch.
"Do you need something Mister Fenton?"
"Can I go to the restroom?"
These words were said rather fast; too fast to seem normal. Belarus doubted the boy had to shit that badly. He seemed up to something.
The teacher didn't notice it though. He simply sighed.
"Again? Be quick about it."
The Fenton boy raced out of the room. She really doubted his need to piss. Maybe he was sneaking off to flirt with Russia!
"Жир-задницы (Fat-ass), I need to visit the disgusting bathrooms you have here. Let me leave."
"Not now Bela. Mister Fenton just left. You can go after he comes back."
This fool was trying to stop her from rescuing her brother. Time to bring out the best excuse she had.
"I'm on my period. I suggest you let me leave. Unless you want to be brutally stabbed to death?"
The man's face turned red and the class started to laugh like lunatics.
"Y-Yes… Ummm… Miss Samantha, will you please escort Miss Arlovskaya to the restroom so she can take care of her... lady problems?"
The class was turning red at this point. Not from embarrassment, but from lack of oxygen in their lungs. The obnoxious group of students was laughing too hard. Maybe they'd all die from it.
Belarus dashed out the door and into the empty halls. She had to hurry or the boy would slip away.
"Where the fuck are we going?" Emo Girl shouted from behind her. Apparently she had decided to try and keep up with Belarus's quick pace.
"I am following the Fenton boy. You can fuck off."
"Why the hell are you following Danny?" Samantha asked another question, this time with a trace of concern in her voice.
"Because I am madly in love with him and wish to fuck him and bear his children."
The face Emo Girl made would have made Belarus smile, but she wasn't paying attention. She was too focused on the sudden blaring rock music she heard coming from outside.
Damn it! Judging by the sound of the music, that was probably a ghost. And it could be found easily too. But to go after it she'd have to abandon he chase of the Fenton boy.
What should she do?
Fuck it, the ghosts were the whole reason she took this shitty vacation to America. She could ignore the Fenton bastard long enough to go terrify the spirit blaring the music.
The girl behind her started shouting curses and such as Belarus dashed to the melody's location.
"Good to see you too, babypop."
Even if she was slightly out of breath, Belarus thought she was still quite richly rewarded when she saw what she'd found. Not only was a female ghost there, but also the Phantom boy. She would have too much fun scaring the shit out of the pair of them. The ghost girl sent out a beam of light from her guitar. The Phantom boy dodged it. She sent a few more, but each one missed. This was pissing Belarus off. She thought she'd get to see a bit of violence. She pulled out her knife and aimed it at the Phantom boy. Before she threw it though, the female ghost decided to have one last shot.
"Good to see that your aim still sucks."
It had missed of course. The bitch couldn't seem to aim at anything. But what happened next had surprised her for a second.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Ivan! Get the hell out of here!" The Phantom boy shouted at her brother.
What the hell did this brat think he was doing? You don't shout at such perfect people as her brother.
"Get away from my Russia, you fucking bitch!"
The ghost girl decided to start talking then. "I never thought I'd see one of you in this part of the world. Do you remember Catherine the Great?" Why the hell was this little bitch bringing that ugly slut up? She had died a long time ago. A stroke or something, though the rumors about her being killed in a botched attempt to fuck a horse had always seemed much more amusing to Bela.
Ivan's red face was frustrating Bela, but the stupid slutty ghost girl was just smiling.
"Oh, good. You haven't forgotten her. I'm sure she'll be glad to know Belarus still scares you shitless."
Russia had had a crush on Catherine when he was younger. It was stupid and foolish, especially when he had me to love. She had let it pass because he was young and she'd thought he'd realize she was just an ugly overpowered slut soon enough. Apparently this bitch thought she could bring that up and insult her brother.
"You can tell that bitch to stay the fucking hell away from my Russia! He's mine and she can take a nice little visit to the depths of hell with me as her personal guide if she thinks she can so much as look at my Russia!"
The ghost girl smirked.
"So Belarus, tell me. How does it feel to lose your brother's heart to a girl who'd been dead for a couple centuries?"
"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU."
She didn't get a chance to though; the Phantom brat decided he'd get to the girl first. He did some fail attacking while the ghost girl shot colored beams of light at the Phantom bastard. At least, that's what it seemed like she was aiming at. It was hard to tell with all of her misses. Another beam was shot, this time it was pink. Though Belarus didn't gave a shit what color it was. She was pissed because she had trying not to kill the ghost girl herself. Deep breathing, counting in her head, imagining her bloody corpse, the usual calming stuff. All of that had done nothing for her.
The pink beam decided to fuck Bela's day up even more though. It completely missed the Phantom boy. Instead, it ended up hitting somebody watching him. A tall somebody with a scarf and a long coat.
The bitch had just shot her brother.
Heh. Sorry it took so long guys. School kept us busy, and my writing block didn't help us either. It's better now though. ^J^
Yep, Russia got shot by Ember. Wonder what's going to happen next? Seriously Asa, tell me. I don't know.
Thanks to the readers! Love you!
до свидания~!