A/N: Chapter 3 as promised! At least this didn't get so long... Some points are just introducing characters. And I'm still missing a lot! Oh well, enjoy!

I don't own Hetalia Axis Powers. I only own this weird story, and my strange mind.

Chapter 3:

The rest of the lunch was very strange. Not just kinda awkward, or weird. I mean weirdness in it's biggest way, with stranger stuff on top! I don't think I'll ever be anything near fucking normal again...

At one point, a blonde girl with glasses, I later found out her name was Ally F. Williams Jones and Madelines sister, jumped up on a nearby table and declared herself the 'heroine' (whatever that meant) and begun hunting another (older?) student and called him an evil villain*. And that was some of the more normal stuff. Potato bastard 2 (=Gilbert) went over to another table with his stinking beer and then he and another guy, I think i've seen him in our class, with blonde hair, hold a drinking contest**. I don't even want to think about some of the other mentally scarring stuff which has been happening.

Well, now I think we are going to have supplying languages. Feli said she wanted fucking potato language. And Ciro told me I was forbidden to choose italian. Dammit. So I ended up choosing spanish. I was under fucking pressure, goddammit! I knew it actually wasn't obligatory for anyone except us, but most students still seemed to have at least one. Some had two. ***

The spanish tomato bastard (he told me his fucking favorite food was tomatoes. Like mine. Dammit.) had told me he also had spanish. When I asked him why he had an language he was fluent at as additional, he just fucking laughed. Fucking laughed! Everyone at this school apparently is assholes. So now that idiot was following me. Fuck my life.

"Lovi, Lovi****! Are you also going to spanish class?" Cazzo, why is this guy so fucking annoying?

"Yeah, so? And who told you, you could call me Lovi? What is a Lovi, stupid asshole? Some stupid spanish nickname?"

"Well, I just thought we should go there together! And nobody told me I could call you Lovi, I just wanted to, because it sounds cute, and you're cute and then it's an-" The bastard's voice somehow disappeared, and instead I heard another voice:

"Why did you call me Lovi? What's an Lovi? Something from where you come from?" José smiled and said, "You're an Lovi, Lovi! Because it's an cute abbreviation of your name, Lovina! And no, it's something I just called you!" "No, I'm not cute... I'm just a wortless piece of shit. That's what my father tells me..." "Promise me one thing, Lovi. Never call yourself an 'worthless piece of shit' ever again. Promise?" I hesitated a bit before I nodded agreeingly, "Promise."

"Lovi? ¿Estás bien? Are you alright?" Oh, this idiot might have actually realized I was having an flashback.

"Yeah, I'm completely fine bastard. And will you let go of me!" Somehow the Tomato Bastard had gotten me up in something like a bride carry*****. How did that just happen?

"Bu-ut, Lovi, you were nearly falling down the stairs..." Was I? I probably was. I don't know what the hell happens when I get these. Once, the bastards found me knockoutet because I had an flashback, were I was running. Then I ran straight into a door. Yes, an fucking door!

"Why didn't you just hold me back? You're an p-******" And I didn't get to say the rest, because the clock now rang it's first signal. "Goddammit, bastard, if I'm late on my first day, I blame you!"

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Somehow, we weren't late, but last minute. I got introduced, and then sat down besides tomato bastard. He kept on talking to me, when I actually tried to listen to the teacher. He may be fluent, but I am not. I only know small stuff, and that's because of José. At one point, I told him to shut up. That helped for around 5 minutes. Then the idiot babbled on again. The bell rang, and I had learnt nothing. Dammit. If it's going to be like this in every spanish class, I'll fucking never learn it! *******

"Lovina? Antonio? Could you two please come over here?" The spanish teacher asked. Of course we then went over there, seriously what choice did we have?

"What is it?" Tomato Bastard asked.

"I just thought, since Lovina missed the first half of the year, you should teach her spanish! You are the best in the class, after all. ¿Por favor?"

"¡Supuesto! I'd be happy to help my classmate with that!"

"What if I don't want him to teach me?" I asked, like hell I'd ever let this asshole teach me anything!

"Well, I could get someone else, but they wouldn't be as good. Since Antonio only take this class so he'll easily get toprating!" Tomato Bastard looked surprised. Ha, he obviously didn't know the teacher knew! Looks like he'll fucking try to save it.

"Ahaha, you saw it..." And he grinned.

"Your parents told me. But, really, I have no problem with it! Since you then can help students like Lovina, and you then also will get the different grammatics and that correct! And know why!" What's fucking wrong with this teacher?

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Then there was like half an hour were we made our homework. Making homework at school? FUCK MY LIFE! Now they'll all now exactly how stupid I am. Maledizione! I had a little math, (Yeah, the only thing I'm pretty good at) english (which I suck at) and I had to get Tomato Bastard to tell me everything the teacher said in our spanish class. Because he kept talking for fuck's sake! Not because I wanted to listen to his stupid voice, with that spanish accent which resembled José's, or look at his idiotic face, with that tan, and WHY THE HOLY FUCK DOES HE HAVE TO LOOK THAT MUCH LIKE JOSÉ? It's not fair, dammit!

Alishia (you know, the big eyebrow-girl) helped me with my english, apparently it's her first language and she talks with an distinct british accent. That was rather fun, surprisingly. We talked a lot, and when I couldn't describe in english or were missing an word, she helped. I think she just guessed what I might mean, but most of the it was exactly what I had meant. ********

At the math, I got help from some scary bastard with an mask. He introduced himself as Sadiq Annan. Were Alishia had helped me and explained a lot to me, this damn bastard, this Sadiq Annan, just solved it all with no further explanation. Said I was too fucking stupid to understand it. *********

The spanish was... weird. I simply have no other word to describe it. The language simply doesn't make any sense. Or else Tomato Bastard's just too stupid to explain it to me. Either way, I don't get it. ...All right, to be honest, he actually explained a lot and did a very good job. Problem was he only taught me stuff I already knew. Stuff José had taught me. Which of course gave me some more flash-backs. And he then thought something were wrong, but the only thing which is wrong is everything about him. Why does he have to resemble an person I always have thought of like a older brother? It's not fucking fair. It's actually damn unfair!

...After this, I went to my leisure activity***. Somehow I will be at something different each and every day. Fuck my life. Today it was something with handling knives. Fucking knives. Well, I am pretty good with a knife (I've been handling one nearly since I was born) but still. I can't believe they actually teach us this kind of damn stuff. And tomorrow I'll be at a firing squad. I just ask: What the hell is wrong with this school? **********

At the knife handling techniques (apparently that's what they call it) we learnt how to hold it right, and how to defend yourself with one. It really wasn't that hard, but most seemed to think otherwise. Except this girl. She had kinda lightblonde hair, and blue-ish eyes. She told me her big sister were at an college, and her big brother went to this school. She's only like one year older than me and I think we'll have a lot of strange conversations. ***********

When I finally went home, I felt... Exhausted. I think that's the best word for it. I ate my pasta, and just went to bed.

Translations:

Cazzo=fuck (italian)

¿Estás bien?=are you allright? (spanish)

¿Por favor?=Please (spanish)

¡Supuesto!=Of course! (spanish)

Maledizione=Dammit (italian)

*That's Ivan Braginski (Russia).

**Gibert held an drinking contest with Jonas Nielsen (Denmark) the only character I won't need google translate for his own language!

***If you want to know about an characters extra languages or leisure activities, write it in a review or PM me. I wrote it all in danish and am now too lazy to translate it all.

****Completely intentional that he's the first to call her Lovi.

*****I have no idea what the name is for it. Just the way an bride gets carried.

******She was saying Pervert. Just if you wanted to know or hadn't figured it out yet.

*******I don't know spanish. So I'll go lightly over spanish classes... And any other language class. Maybe except from german, danish or english...

********I don't know with you, I just have a feeling that these two somehow could become good friends.

*********Turkey. I hate him. Sorry, Turkey-fangirls.

**********I ask the same. There must be something completely wrong with this school!

***********That's Belarus. And I will write some of their strange conversations. Too much fun to miss.

A/N: So there it is! I'll try to write the rest of this week in this week! (That was an monday, FYI) So it'll hopefully be up next sunday! Please review! It really keeps me going! And then I'll go to some larming places to write, because I like what I write much better if I can't hear my own thoughts. Weird...