Well, now I'm back in college for first semester! I have two days off, so hopefully I can balance out my studying and writing things up. :) anyway, sorry for the long wait! TT7TT

If you're waiting, you might wanna check out my other Hetalia fic Fantasy Glamour which is a human!fantasy!AU where the Hetalia characters are either human or a mythical creature of some kind (e.g. Spain is a fairy, and Ms Vietnam is a dragon 8D). For Fantasy Glamour, I'm thinking of making alternate endings for who the protagonist ends up with, so just stay tuned! ;D

Anyway HUGE thanks to those who faved, followed and reviewed! :D that really means so much! :)

Dora-nichov Russian Werewolf: Thanks! :) I'm fond of both Vietnam and Nyo!Vietnam. :D

0- Jougen-Knight -0: Yes! Here's another! Thank you so much for the kind words! TT7TT yeah, I liked making Maddie friends with them - it just clicked to me! :D read to find out if you're right~ ;) I won't reveal on Pure-F much here, as it'll spoil the story, but I will say is that he's important. ;D yes! I couldn't help but add that in! XD yes, Quan and Antonio may take interest in other people first before they start to realize they have feelings for each other - because after all, love just doesn't "click" like that. At least not to me, anyway. Again, thank you very much! :D

[Music Recommendation/s:
- Glamourous by Fergie
- Love You Like a Love Song by Michael Zhonga]


"What song are you humming over there, Dracul?" questioned Eduard as he turned a page in one of the textbooks. "It sounds quite unfamiliar."

"Eh?" the Romanian stylist blinked his scarlet eyes, and gave a good-natured laugh. "Ahahaha! I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't heard of it! I tend to listen to more low-key bands and artists, actually."

"Low-key?" Quan arched an eyebrow. It had already been a fortnight and three days since the official first day of classes in Shining World Academy, and the dark-haired student found that things were going along quite smoothly. Though he expected the copious amounts of work as well as getting assigned to make a design for something for Friday of this week already, it was definitely something he couldn't handle.

Mr Feliks was a rather enthusiastic individual when it came to fashion, and he encouraged their curiosity and loved to indulge them with information as such. Quan had him for his practical lessons, and Mr Feliks was quite eager to check over his students' works and discuss with them as well as give some advice before reminding himself something that Principal Romulus Vargas had told him before. Something about not 'over-indulging' them or giving them 'too much' information and advice with their works so their artistic minds could stretch out during work.

Regardless, Quan didn't mind when Mr Feliks offered help, and took it; he was still reasonably new to the world of fashion, and was determined to be taken seriously in his course. Eduard, too, didn't waste time to ask their stylish teacher all sorts of questions and seeking his advice. This seemed to make Mr Feliks quite happy, though.

"I'm not a hipster, though," Dracul said as he waggled a finger while inspecting a piece of what appeared to be silk blue cloth in between his fingers. "Hmm…hey, this feels quite nice! Would make nice sewing material!"

"For a shirt?" inquired Eduard.

"If there's enough," Dracul responded with a nod of his head.

"You didn't answer the question, though," remarked Quan as the lead tip of his pencil scratched against the surface of his sketchpad's paper. "What song is that, anyway?"

"It does sound vaguely familiar," agreed Eduard as he rubbed his own chin. "If the name is known, maybe we'll be able to know what that song is."

"Doubt it," Dracul shrugged his shoulder. "But if you wanna know, then okay. It's 'I'm So In Love With You' by Celsius."

"Celsius?" Quan simply arched one eyebrow in question while Eduard raised both of his, "Celsius?"

"Yup, Celsius," Dracul nodded as he licked his lips. He then found what appeared to be pieces of shining green. The Romanian stylist looked excited, "Ooooh! These would look nice as scales!"

"Scales?" Quan gave a small chuckle in his throat as he started scribbling a scaly pattern on the side of the page – close to the binder. He had already started work by drawing the outline and body of a male that would suit Antonio's build: broad-shouldered and with a good amount of muscle on the chest and arms, but slim at the waist and with long, lean legs.

Though honestly, the golden-eyed Asian felt rather hesitant when he tried to draw the body shape that matched his idol at first, though.

"Yeah, scales!"

"But Celsius?" Eduard seemed surprised. "I do know who they are! They're that Asian boy band, aren't they? They're not low-key!"

"I would have to agree with Eduard here," Quan didn't look up from his sketch, though. He simply tapped the rubbed end of his pencil on his chin before sketching soft lines around the blank male's waist – creating a band that soon formed into pants. "Celsius is a popular boy-group: definitely well-known."

"I know that," Dracul rolled his eyes before giving a huff. "But I'm not talking about the current Celsius. I'm talking about the old one!"

"Old?" Eduard seemed even more surprised than he was before.

Quan himself seemed quite interested, "I'd like to know that, too. What do you mean by 'old'?"

"Well, you know they're made of four members, right?" Dracul asked. Seeing his two friends nod, the strawberry blonde continued, "Well, back when Celsius first started, there were four guys, yeah. They weren't really known back then. Then two of them quit for reasons unknown, and so of course Celsius went looking for two other members. Then, all of a sudden they began to become more and more popular!"

"Ah, I see," Eduard nodded in understanding as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "So that's what you meant. But, wow! I didn't know that Celsius didn't start out like that before. I thought Celsius always started with those four."

Dracul shook his head now looking a little annoyed, "No, they didn't. Golden Dragon and Emerald Mantis weren't part of it when Celsius first started. They replaced the two members that quit."

"I see," Quan this time had peered up from his sketching. He craned his head slightly before asking, "And…you liked Celsius better with the old members?"

Dracul this time scoffed, "Hell yeah, I do! No offense to Emerald Mantis, but he doesn't have much stage presence like Jade Elephant! Just because they both wear glasses and are the tallest members of their group doesn't mean they're the same! Jade Elephant also had a wicked singing voice!"

"Wicked?" Quan leaned back as he arched an eyebrow. "How good?"

"Well, I'm honestly surprised that he hasn't had a solo career after he left the group," admitted Dracul. "I would've definitely bought an album of his if he stayed single!" he heaved a sad sigh. "Maybe he wanted a break from the music business? I dunno, but…it's a real shame he quit…same with his band-mate. I don't really like Golden Dragon that much."

"Jade Elephant?" Eduard couldn't help but give an interested smile. "So they're named after a precious stone and animal, right?"

"That pretty much seems like the charm of it," noted Quan.

"Yeah," Dracul nodded. "Golden Dragon, Emerald Mantis, Diamond Crane and Tourmaline Bear are who are in the current Celsius as of yet. Previous members were Jade Elephant and Golden Ti—"

"Hey, dudes! What's up?!" all of a sudden, one Alfred F Jones burst into the stylist practical classroom and grinned widely as he boomed, "Yo, Eddy! How you doing?"

"A-Alfred!" Eduard looked highly astonished at seeing the American composer enter. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"Speak of the devil, what are you all doing here?" Quan asked in amusement as he spotted Madeleine, Emil and Karina come rushing inside, too. It appeared as though they were left behind by Alfred's sprinting, and had tried to catch up to the athletic America.

They were certainly getting close; that was definitely accounted for. Quan himself felt himself draw a little closer to Eduard and Dracul in his stylist's course. He was surprised himself, really - it usually took him much longer than now to make friends; he usually was accustomed to being alone or at least not know how to associate with people his own age. However, it became less nerve-wracking talking to the both of them, and things seemed to just go with the flow quite well. Of course, it helped that Dracul was great with carrying on a conversation without trying to make someone feel uncomfortable, and Eduard himself also had a good amount of trying (and succeeding) with understanding how he worked as well.

And finally, there was Rosaliese.

Quan couldn't help but feel his cheeks take on a bit of heat whenever he thought of that Austrian lady. Not a girl, to him she was a full-fledged lady.

A woman.

She wasn't a foolish, giggly and giddy little girl who would follow the crowd with their stupid trends and wear something so skimpy to try and look mature that it made them appear utterly foolish in the process. Nor was she one to lose her temper over something so trivial, either.

No, she was a woman – a mature, calm and composed young woman who knew how to stand up and speak for herself, keep an intelligent conversation going, and who also had her own style, and wasn't afraid to show it to the world despite some jealous worms' words of mockery. Old-fashioned she was, Quan admitted, but it made her all the more intriguing and the style just suited her so well. It was a bit anachronistic, however to him, he found it quite appealing and she pulled it off so well, what with her elegant steps, poised posture and sophisticated mannerisms.

It helped that she was beautiful, too.

Rosaliese didn't seem to mind his company at all; in fact, much to his surprise, she had said a few times after giving a small sigh that it was peaceful and soothing to have company that was quite enjoyable.

His face almost exploded from hearing that compliment.

He honestly thought of himself a bit too plain and simple for someone like her – he never tried when it came to his appearance, and he didn't find himself particularly attractive or worthy enough, either. To him, it was like a farm-hand sitting with an heiress – it simply didn't fit.

Still, he loved her company, and he definitely didn't want the times he spoke to her during study periods on Tuesdays and Thursdays to stop. Speaking of which, after this early practical lesson this Thursday morning, it was time for a study period before lunch.

Time to see her again.

"Quan…are you okay?"

It took the Vietnamese boy to realize that Madeleine had poked his shoulder and called his name for a bit. Blinking, he shook his head before gazing up, "S-sorry…" he apologized a bit sheepishly. "Is there something wrong, Madeleine?"

His Canadian composer smiled sincerely as she nodded at his drawing, "It's looking really nice so far. You're quite talented."

"Ah," Quan couldn't help but feel his lips twitch upward. "Thank you very much."

His composer tended to also make him feel at ease and calm down, too. Madeleine was quite shy – sometimes stuttering, but Quan was pleasantly surprised to see that she seemed more relaxed and eager to talk around him. Which was good, considering that he himself really wasn't much of a talker. Strangely though, he found that he didn't mind talking to her or answering any question she had.

It helped that she didn't dive into his deeper waters.

Funny enough, Antonio as well didn't seem to want to go into too personal details about him, either. Ever since that first day that Quan felt the guilt claw at his stomach for treating the green-eyed idol too harshly, he tried to put some effort. However, it was quite hard for him – he was never good at talking, and Antonio seemed far too bright and outgoing: sometimes almost overwhelming him with how cheerfully he spoke to him, and how fast he tended to yammer on with segments of Spanish placed into the mix.

Though the Spaniard irritated him at times, Quan was definitely more tolerant towards him. And he could definitely say for sure that he didn't hate him and find him a detestable arrogant piece of garbage that he expected most idols to turn out as.

No, despite how talkative and forward Antonio was, the Vietnamese student found that he could not hate him at all – the green-eyed brunette seemed to just be able to want to be everyone's friend as he was always so nice, warm and open: he'd practically open his arms out for you to give you a hug if it weren't for the fact that he himself was getting stressed out from the piles of theory and homework that stacked up to him.

It was an amusing sight, but Quan couldn't help but feel sorry for Antonio when he whimpered upon how many sheets he had to fill out, as well as the number of texts he had to read and revise.

Being an idol was definitely no picnic.

"It looks a bit like Antonio," mused Madeleine as she tilted her head slightly.

"It's supposed to look like his body shape," replied Quan. "After all – I am designing clothes for him and not somebody else, aren't I?"

The pig-tailed blonde gave a little giggle, "That's true. I can't wait to see the finished product. What were you guys talking about, anyway?"

"Celsius!" Dracul was grinning widely.

"The boy band, right?" Karina's sea blue eyes were sparkling. "They're quite talented!"

"I prefer the old Celsius, though," noted Emil as he gave a slight sniff. "They seemed more in sync and better than the new one."

"Oh God! Finally! Finally!" Dracul looked absolutely ecstatic as he hopped over to his Icelandic composer. "Somebody else agrees with me!" he wrapped an arm around his shoulders and ruffled his hair.

"H-hey!" the silver-haired youth growled. "Quit that!"

"You're all in a study period, are you not?" inquired Eduard. "I thought you all said you were going to the library to study some more on your music theory."

Alfred gave a sheepish laugh while Karina clasped her hands together at her front while Madeleine and Emil both blushed embarrassedly a bit. Still, Alfred spoke up for them, "Well, Eddy, we were studying for a bit – we were reading up stuff on what makes a proper composition, and Maddie was helping Emil with some crap on notes and that, then I realized that Karina was watching a video on her iPhone."

"What kind of video would that be?"

"A Pure-F music video!" grinned Alfred; his pearly whites practically glinting. "Love Song! We all ended up watching it and so…" here, he gave his sheepish chuckle again.

"What Pure-F song was this one?" questioned Quan, though it appeared that he was questioning more out of politeness rather than interest. He seemed a bit bored in regards to that idol.

"Love Song," said Madeleine looking quite happy. Quan couldn't help but give a soft rumble in his throat that was recognized as how he tended to express his amusement. It was interesting to see the Canadian girl so enthusiastic and flustered considering how shy and withdrawn she usually was.

"I've never actually see that one," said Dracul. "You got it?"

"H-here you go," Karina gave a weak smile as she timidly brought out her iPhone. Sliding it open after tapping in the passcode, the video seemed to have ended, so sliding back the dial, she placed it down on the desk for everyone to see.

Quan darted his golden eyes over as the music video started to play. It began with what appeared to be a young man around his age with messy pale hair that also appeared slightly spiky at the tips. There was what appeared to be a little rattail braid that fell at the right side of his face, and there was a beauty mark on his right eyelid. He stood up to the centre stage of what appeared to be a karaoke bar as he smoothened out his white tuxedo while the music began to play. Noticeably, his eyes were shut the whole time as he took the mike.

The music was consisted of a droning techno rub while a simple, muted drumbeat was heard in the background. Soft violins were whizzing at the background, and it was six seconds in before the music gave a slight pause for Pure-F to start.

"It's been said and done," the male idol's strong voice was noticeably much softer in this song, or at least in this first verse. "Every beautiful thought's been already sung, and I guess right now is another one. So your melody will play on and on, with the best of them…" He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of shining, gleaming honey orbs as he gave a secretive smile to the camera as it came for a close-up shot.

Next, the camera panned out to a television screen beside him; zooming in, it revealed Pure-F in the role of a carpenter as he created a curvy lady's figure out of the large amount of clay. He continued with the romantic tune from there, "You are beautiful like a dream come alive; incredible." It showed a few fade-ins and out's where he was painting the completed sculpture, revealing a beautiful young woman. "A sinful, miracle, lyrical…" the next shot showed the statue of the woman very much alive, and the two of them were holding hands on the beach and going around. "You saved my life again…and I want you to know, baby."

Alfred, Karina and Madeleine were already starting to follow with the melody – the American composer belting out with the bespectacled Canadian sounding much softer, while the Latvian girl was swaying her head, "I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby."

This time, Pure-F appeared to be a DJ with a station as he began rubbing and moving his hands swiftly along the tracks. He smiled as he swayed his own head – one hand now moving up to his headphones, "I, I love you like a love song, baby. And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat." Upon every time he repeated the 'peat', he would scratch at the disk as the part seemed to replay itself.

The camera instantly shifted this time to a diner that appeared to be set in the 70's where Pure-F was wearing what appeared to be a greaser's jacket. A girl with large glasses and a poofy hairstyle approached him, and the two left hand-in-hand. "I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby." DJ Pure-F came back on and scratched at the disks upon the last six syllables, "And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat!"

"Constantly, oh you play through my mind like a symphony," the new setting this time appeared to be from the Victorian era judging from the cravat that Pure-F was wearing this time. He was in a garden holding a white rose when a young maiden wearing ragged clothing cleaned. As Pure-F continued with the melody, he smiled warmly – honey eyes twinkling in the young lady's direction, "There's no way to describe what you do to me. You just do to me, what you do and it feels like I've been rescued." After a shot shows him offering the rose to her, it shifted to him playing the piano with the cleaning girl sitting beside him. The violins in the music began to become more prominent than the techno wave. "I've been set free. I am hypnotized by your destiny. You are magical, lyrical, beautiful, you are…and I want you to know, baby!"

This time, the camera shifts to the original Pure-F who was at the centre stage of a karaoke bar. He was smiling warmly as he continued, "I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby…" the camera shots shifted to DJ Pure-F scratching on the disks again. "I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby, and I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat."

Dracul mimicked his movements, causing Emil to give a loud 'pfft!' as he tried to stifle his chuckle. Nobody seemed aware of his reaction except for Eduard and Quan. Alfred, Karina and Madeleine seemed too engrossed by Pure-F.

The video's camera shifted to the greaser Pure-F who was now riding a motorcycle with the girl with the funny hairstyle hugging him from behind. Pure-F's face was visible from behind the visor, "I, I love you like a love song, baby."

"Love song, baby," the greaser Pure-F murmured while the original continued.

The original Pure-F in the karaoke bar closed his eyes a bit as his voice grew a little stronger, "I, I love you like a love song, baby."

"Love song, baby," this time, the artist Pure-F with his alive statue spoke up with a loving expression on his face.

Moving his hand in a somewhat sweeping manner, original Pure-F continued, "I, I love you like a love song, baby…"

The camera shifted shots to the Victorian Pure-F who this time lay his head against the cleaning girl's head as she lay on his shoulder. He was still playing the piano, "I love you, oh I love you."

The original Pure-F tapped his finger a few times as he sang the last couple of syllables, "And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat!"

And yet another scene is seen – this time, clad in what appeared to be a sarashi with a darkly-coloured kimono that was opened to show his torso. Holding his sword, the Pure-F here wandered to a tree with what appeared to be a large, golden fruit. "No-one compares; you stand alone to every record I own." Coming closer to the fruit, he gazed up as he murmured, "Music to my heart, that's what you are…" he drew out his sword as a small beeping sound was heard.

All of a sudden, his voice became much stronger as he declared loudly, "A song that goes on and on!" and with that, he brought his sword forward and slashed the golden fruit in half while unleashing an impressive note for quite a while – releasing a huge spark of what appeared to be fireworks and flower petals that flew in every direction like celebratory confetti. The techno beat came back on as the final chorus was approached.

"I, I love you like a love song, baby," Alfred and Madeleine were really getting into it. It was an amusing sight to behold, and even Eduard seemed to like the song himself as he swayed his head. "I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song baby, and I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat." By this time, Quan also joined Dracul in doing mock DJ scratch and spins at that part again.

Emil chuckled as this time, quick shots focused on many of the personas that Pure-F acted as in the screen: artist with his statue that came to life, greaser taking his girlfriend out for a ride on his motorcycle, Victorian era upperclassman serenading a young maid girl, DJ who was having fun alone, and the samurai warrior who unleashed a splash of colour in a greying world. "I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby, and I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat!"

"I love you like a love song…" the music video ended back at centre stage of the karaoke bar with Pure-F gazing intently at the audience; his honey eyes now cool pools. His face broke into a grin as the audience applauded his performance, and he was thanked before taking his seat.

"I can't get over the scratching," Dracul remarked as he made a funny squeak-like noise as he imitated a DJ's scratching with the records.

"Being a DJ's cool, bro!" Alfred agreed with a thumbs-up.

"Still, Pure-F is quite talented, don't you think?" Karina gave a small, fond smile. "He's very, very good."

"Sounds like you've got a little crush on him there," Dracul teased as he beamed prominent canines at the sandy-haired composer student. "Wanna go out with a date on that guy, huh?"

Karina's face instantly reddened as she squeaked, "A-a date…?! With Pure-F?! N-no way!"

"Why not?" Quan inquired as he arched an eyebrow.

"W-well…" Karina shuffled nervously in her spot. "Pure-F is just so…" she shook her head and placed her hands on her cheeks as they seemed to turn ever redder than before. "He'd never be interested in someone like me…"

"Aww, come on, dudette!" Alfred groaned. "Don't just throw yourself down like that!"

Madeleine agreed, "Pure-F is a celebrity – I don't think he'd be interested with all of the little people."

"Besides," Dracul spoke up. "I thought he was going out with Lianhua."

Hearing that, Emil immediately perked up, "Wait, wait! Hold on…they're really going out?"

Alfred guffawed, "Awww, look at that! Emil's gotten so interested! But, yeah – I've heard of that. But I'm pretty sure it's only a rumour, dude. I don't think they're dating."


"¡Ay Dios mio!" Antonio almost cried in frustration as he slumped his head down in his arms. He was seriously close to collapsing – there were just too many passages and books and notes and words and…

Needless to say, his head was close to splitting wide open.

However, seeing that his stylist had far more work than he did, the Spaniard wondered on just how he could even manage to do all of it as well as keep his sanity intact.

"Mon ami, is everything alright?" Francis questioned worriedly at his tanned friend's reaction.

"Ja, Toni – you seem so stressed out, and we haven't even reached our first assessment yet!" agreed Gilbert, scowling in concern at the green-eyed brunette.

Antonio heaved a heavy sigh, "Lo siento mucho, mis amigos…but I'm really starting to feel all of these notes weighing me down…" he blew some hair that was in his eyes before resting his head on his arms. "So much stuff…"

"Well, you want to be an idol, non?" Francis inquired as he arched an elegant eyebrow. "And you are not alone, either! There is Gilbert and me, as well as your stylist and your composer! We are there to help and support you – especially when things are becoming extremely rough!"

"We need to support each other, anyway," Gilbert simply nodded as he leaned back on his seat and peered into the textbook he was holding. "I heard a lot of shit about the first major test, and it's tough for this batch this year…"

"¿¡Qué!? But why?!" Antonio gave a whine.

The albino Prussia shrugged, "Something about wanting real quality was what I heard. Ain't sure about what it is, though. But I heard it's a collaborative thing."

"Collaborative?" the Spaniard perked up. Hearing that word made him smile, "Ah, that makes things much better."

It had been quite a little while since he and Quan had gotten on the wrong side of the foot and the latter had less than favourable opinions on him it seemed, but now the Asian composer was starting to break down his cold barriers as he didn't speak in a frosty tone at him before, and actually seemed more willing to listen to him talk (though Antonio admitted that sometimes he tended to run his mouth off a bit too much at times). Sure, Quan was still quiet and seemed less than willing to speak, however he never pushed him away, and even during morning, lunch and the afternoon, the raven-haired Viet would wait for the Spaniard and Madeleine before they walked just a little bit and departed ways or hung out together.

Really, the Asian just needed a push and some persistence - he really was just shy it appeared, and he didn't know how to handle people. However, Antonio found out that it was a big no-no to try and pry into his business or on deeply personal matters as the Vietnamese stylist bit him in a cold and acidic tone when he tried to question him about his home life or his family life. Whereas Madeleine grew extremely comfortable when she was used to your presence, and you were sincere with her.

Well, then again, Quan seemed to work similarly – he was just more cautious and skeptical.

Of course, with Quan shutting him out of such areas, it only made the Spaniard the more curious. However, he knew as well that Quan needed his space and that he would come around and speak whenever he felt like it. He had seen the golden-eyed Viet talk to Madeleine a number of times as well as Gilbert's female stylist.

What was surprising, though, was that Quan seemed to highly enjoy himself with that girl, and even that girl herself seemed happy in his company.

Something churned unpleasantly in Antonio's belly – he wasn't sure what it was; maybe it was because his stylist was actually socially improving with other people except his own idol, but then again, Quan didn't seem to show his interest or keenness for being open when it came to idols in general.

'There's still so much I don't know about him!' Antonio pondered as he tilted his head and peered up at the library's chandelier ceiling. Still, Quan was probably going to reveal to him everything in all due time since even Madeleine didn't seem to know him that much, either. She just left it as Quan being Quan and that he would speak when he wanted. 'All I can do is just continue to show support and be a friend.' Glancing down at his stack of textbooks and notes, he heaved another sigh before his hand clenched into a fist, 'Well, one thing's for certain – if he can do more of this stuff than me and be fine with it, then I can do it and be fine with it, too!'

Much to Francis' and Gilbert's collective surprise, their brunette friend didn't complain as much for the rest of the study period.

He just continued reading.


End of Chapter 7! :)

Special/s:
- sarashi = a long strip of cloth, usually thick cotton, wrapped tightly around the midriff up to the chest. Like bandages under a kimono or hakama.

Next chapter: more time passes by and Quan realizes he's starting to bear feelings towards a certain Austrian lady; meanwhile, Antonio is starting to get the hang of studying and is determined to be a successful idol; Madeleine and Emil learn of the first collaborative assignment from Mrs Kirkland.

Peace out!
- Hebi-Kazechi-10