2P! America X Reader: Dear Lemon-Lima Ch.2
Swearing, violence, and flirtation.
I had plugged in my headphones, I couldn't listen to the class like usual. I had stepped out of my comfort zone when Kat threw her pen at me. Usually, I would ignore her, but something was different today. Today I felt a burning anger when she did. When I had looked, Kat was all over some dude. Who, in all honesty, looked unimpressed with her advances. However, he looked at me with a gleam in his eye, he looked at me as though I was a challenge to overcome. When it was all said and done, I had crushed Kat's pen in my hand, and flipped the dude. He had touched me, and I HATE being touched. But I felt like something was off, almost like he knew my secret.
I watch him from the corner of my eye. He's staring at me. He looks a lot like Alfred, maybe that's his twin. Yeah, his EVIL twin. I smirk lightly at that thought. He looks like he's trying to understand me, but like Emerson said 'To be great is to be misunderstood'. I am so shy, and because of that my actions come out as guarded and aggressive, even though I'm hiding my fear.
I rip my headphones from my ears and snarl at the three boys surrounding my desk, "What?"
"Kesesese. Weren't you paying attention Frau? The teacher paired the awesome me and my friends with you for our culture assignment." The white haired, red eyed boy laughs out. Fuck. A group assignment. I sigh and run my hand through my hair again. The not yet dried ink comes off on my hand. I stare at it for a few moments, the ink looks kind of like blood.
"Mon dieu! What happened Mon amour? Is that blood?" The blonde Frenchie asks. Sissy boy.
"Amiga, are you okay?" The tan, green eyed Spaniard asks, with far too much concern for just meeting me. The albino just looks in awe at the red ink. They all look thoroughly confused when I laugh.
"What's so funny Frau?" The albino asks confused, and slightly worriedly.
"The fact that you three Bakas thought think that this red ink is blood!" I laugh at their idiocy and dumbfounded expressions. They all look relieved and slightly confused. So I decide to explain what happened. "You know Kat? Don't answer that, you've probably at least done her once. What a whore." I scoff, "She threw her pen at me, because the guy's pants she was trying to get into was more interested in watching me walk down the hallway than her practically humping his leg. I got pissed, and crushed it in my hand. Then I ran my hand through my hair in annoyance, then I turned and began walking away. That's when Alfred's look a-like grabbed my shoulder. I flipped him over my shoulder and kept walking."
"You assaulted Al and lived to tell the tale? Chika, you've got some major cojones doing that." The Spaniard whistled.
"Mon amour, you should be more feminine. Being masculine will ruin your beauty!" The blonde Frenchie says dramatically. If only they knew how I got most of my money. They'd be scarred for life.
"I like you Frau! You should hang out with us from now on, Ja?" The albino German said with his annoying laugh. I grunt and roll my eyes.
"Let's get started. The sooner we finish the sooner I don't have to see your fugly faces."
"Frau, why so cold to the BTT? You're as cold as the ice that chills mien awesome beer!"
"Okay so what nationalities are you from, not that I can't figure that out myself." I say ignoring the three as they try to flirt with me. "Spain," I say pointing to the Spaniard. "France," I say pointing at the Frenchie. Careful to retract my hand before he grabs and kisses it. "And German." I point at the albino. He goes red, like redder than the tomato that the Spaniard was munching on.
"PRUSSIAN! NOT GERMAN! I AM AN AWESOME PRUSSIAN!" he yells angrily. I stick my finger in my ear and wiggle it around trying to get some of my hearing back.
"Yeah, whatever the fuck you say, Cabrón." A hand clamps down on my shoulder and I stiffen.
"Hey, Doll, these boys aren't giving you any trouble are they?" I shift and glare at Alfred's evil twin. The trio look pale, well paler in the albino's case. I let out a growl at the newcomer and place my hand over his, crushing it in my hand.
"I'll give you three seconds to remove your hand from me, before I break your nose, jaw, and arm. Then I might also flip you over my shoulder and break your balls too." I release his hand. He keeps it there, clearly not intimidated by me. So I start counting. "One… Two…"
"Okay, okay! No need for violence Doll face." He says removing his hand from me and taking a step back. Good, because I wasn't bluffing.
"You are you? Rocky? 'Cause I'm sure as hell not Ginger." He kind of just stares at me weirdly before telling me his name. Turns out I was right. He is Alfred's evil twin.
"The names Jones, Al F. Jones." Who does he think he is? James Bond? No that'd be Kirkland. "What's your name Doll face?"
"Like I'll tell you."
"I can ask your friends."
"They're not my friends, they're barely acquaintances."
"But they still know your name."
"Not likely."
"Hey Frenchie! What's the Doll face's name?"
"Mon ami, I don't know. I call her Mon amour." The French man replies shrugging. He looks kind of regretful that he doesn't know my name.
"I call her Amiga or Chika." The Spaniard adds.
"I call her Frau, and possibly something more when I take her with mien awesome five meters." The albino says confidently.
"The only 'thing' your 'awesome five meters' are taking is a trip to the hospital if you try anything." I tell him totally dead panning. His friends and Al laugh while he tries to come up with a complete comeback like a sputtering idiot. I turn to Al. "So, are you going to stand there and waste my time or are you going to go and do the assignment with your partner?"
"I— "
"You'll come with me, Da? We want a good grade." Ivan, a tall intimidating Russian asks, or really demands, clamping his hand down on Al's shoulder. "I'm sorry to interrupt sunflower, but Al and I need to complete our project."
"No problem Ivan. Say hi to your sisters for me."
"Of course. You're still coming over for dinner, Da?"
"Dinner? She's no—"Al begins defensively. I cut him off.
"Of course! I can't wait for what Natalia has planned."
"Wonderful." Ivan finishes our mini conversation. "Come along Al, until tonight sunflower."
"Alright people, we don't have all day. Introduce yourselves." I give the shocked trio my attention.
"I am Gilbert, the awesome Prussian! And you will want mien awesome five meters!"
"I am Francis Bonnefoy, The French man of amour, mon amour."
"I am Antonio Fernando Carriedo, I grow the best tomatoes in all of Spain!"
"_(F/N)_ _(L/N)_. Bastard child of the world. If there's a race for it, I've got it. Next question. Favorite colors."
"Yellow, white, and red!" Gilbert shouts. God he's annoying, but he looks like he would be a caring friend… What am I thinking?! I'm shy, he can't be my friend!
"Ze color of roses." Francis replies, still flirting with me. One more flirt and I'm hitting him over the head.
"The red of mi Tomates, and Lovi when he's embarrassed." Toni, as I have dubbed him, says dreamily. Is he in love with Lovi? Hey- wait- HE KNOWS LOVI?
"Black, (F/C), and (2F/C). You know Lovi?" I say turning to Toni. He nods enthusiastically.
"SÍ! I know Lovi, mi little tomate!" Then something dawns on me. I point to each of them.
"You're the Tomato Bastard! And you're the Potato Bastard! And you're the French bastard! Or maybe that's what Kirkland calls you…" I pause to think while Francis explodes.
"Zhat black sheep o' Europe! He wouldn't know fashion if it bit him on the ass!" Arthur over hears this and stalks over. You could almost see steam shooting from his ears. His face is real red too.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME FROG!?" He yells at Francis. Francis calmly replies.
"I am saying that you don't know a thing about fashion and that you can't cook!"
"WHY YOU BLOODY FROG!" Arthur charges at Francis and they try to strangle each other. I look on in amusement.
"Aren't you going to do something Frau? You did start it." Gilbert states pointing to the too as they roll around on the floor dodging and throwing punches. I'm surprised the teacher hasn't woken up yet. Maybe he took sleeping pills?
"Yep." I say as I pull up a chair for front row seats and grab my bag of popcorn from my messenger bag. It was the left over from my breakfast. "Here have some popcorn."