Idon't: Sorry it's so short, it's somewhat important though.
Missouri: I don't care, just... never mind
Idon't: I don't even wanna know.
I don't own Hetalia.
Gilbert's P.O.V
"Mr. Beilschmidt, there is a reason I called down here today." Our principle, Mrs. Pangaea, told Vati.
"Okay and what is the problem?" He asked, bored already.
"It seems like your son, Gilbert Beilschmidt, punched two of our students, Christopher Machado, and Sadiq Adnan. Christopher has a broken nose and lost a tooth, and Sadiq has a broken nose as well."
"Okay, and?" he asked, while I'm looking outside at the people looking through the window, scowling at them.
"We are thinking of giving him detention, after school, from the end of school, 2:43 to five o'clock."
"That works with me, I guess, if that's all then, I'm leaving, Gilly, be good."
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Gilly?"
But he was already gone. Getting up, I told Mrs. Pangaea bye, asked when I served, and went looking for Matthew so I knew what bus to ride.
Matthew bounded up to me, "I'm sorry Gilbert, I should learn to stick up for myself, I'm sorry if I got you suspended." He said, looking at the stone ground.
"It's fine, I just have to serve detention, Monday of next week to Friday of the same week, hey, ain't that the bus?" I said, and Matthew threw a look at me.
Being dragged onto the bus, I thought about how tonight would play out, and lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice the whispers going around the bus between people.