Okay, I finally stopped procrastination and finally continued writing. Sorry, I've been busy like heck.

Disclaimer: Beyond no own Hetalia or Listen to Your Heart

Alice skated on the ice like a princess right when she got on. Alfred stared down at the ice, and sighed, telling himself he could do it.

Alice approached him, and let out her hand, telling him to take it. Alfred looked at it for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he should take it or not before grasping it in his and shakily getting on the ice.

Alice pulled him along, while Alfred just tried to not to fall. She was skating backwards and smiling at him, making him go forward with his mentality. After he got a little bit the hang of it, he let go of her hand, and tried to skate alongside her, which didn't work to any degree. He fell down, grabbing Alice down with him in the process.

When they were both down, Alice didn't look happy. But Alfred didn't care. He was laughing at her disgusted face, and laughing that he had fallen. Alice saw that he was laughing, and let a smile crack. They then got up back on their skates.
Alfred wiped away some snow on top of Alice's hat. Alice looked into his eyes longingly, and Alfred gave back the same look. He looked around to see if anyone was looking before crashing his lips gently against hers.
When they pulled away, Alfred smiled at her before giving his hand, as if asking her to dance with him, but on ice.

Gilbert glared at the couple across from him, also known as the deaf and the rebel to him. They were talking in sign language, and since Gilbert didn't have to interpret right now, he didn't really want to bother himself with sneaking on their conversation. He sighed when they kissed for a millisecond, before wondering how he was going to tell Alice's father about this. Being himself, he decided to worry about it later rather than now.

"Alright, let's find an answer to the age-old philosophical question of," Professor Berwald started, "if a tree falls in the woods and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?" Berwald stared blankly at the class in front of him. "Thoughts, anyone?" he looked at a zoned out student. "Thoughts, Ms. Wohlleber?"

"Well, uh," the blonde haired girl started, "it most likely made a sound, didn't it?"

"Mmm… Maybe," he started, and then saw a hand shoot up. "Yes, you, in the back there."

Gilbert started interpreting for Alice. "You know, it depends on the meaning of the word "Sound." Is it mental or physical? If we define it purely as physical, then it means a pattern of vibrations in the air. But sound could also mean mental. In that case, it wouldn't be defined as vibrations but how our minds interpret the things we hear. If you think as sound as physical, then yes, it made a sound. But if to you, sound is mental, then it didn't."

"Thank you, Ms. Bonnefoy. It isn't obvious, is it?" Berwald asked, smirking slightly.

A boy by the name of Alec Bess said, "Either way, she still wouldn't hear it," he said, laughing.

Alice glared at the man before losing her temper. She got up and ran out of the classroom, with Gilbert behind her, trying to get her to come back. She ran into the Girls bathroom, where he couldn't follow her. Gilbert muttered a few curses before leaning against the outside wall of the bathroom, waiting.

Back in the classroom, Mr. Bess was taken aback. "How the heck could she hear that?"

Mean Alec Bess. He's actually a dude I know that I don't really care for IRL. I thought it'd be funny to put him in here.

Dear, Hita:

Yes. I did. MUAHAH- yeah.

Anyways, R&R! :3