As fast as the school day began it ended just as quick. Teens were gathering around in the halls and outside, sharing complaints and schedules, who they thought was gonna be popular this year and who was not. During that time, Germany was standing by the front doors, waiting for his brother, when suddenly-
"Ve~! Germany!" A certain Italian came bounding up to him. "You'll never believe what happened in class today!"
The blonde resisted the urge to sigh, and let Italy continue on with his rambling. "Ja... What is it?"
"That old teacher! Mr. Germania! His class is so boring and when he asked if we had any questions, I raised my hand 'cuz I had a question-" Italy was cut off.
"Are you going to get to the point before I have to leave, Italy?"
Italy rubbed the back of his neck, answering him, "Aha, your right Germany! Anyway, I raised my hand and asked if it was time for lunch so I could have my pasta! Do you know what the geezer said?"
Germany had heard Italy asking this kind of question before, in middle and elementary school. So he was expecting the answer to stay the same. "...There was no pasta?"
"Si! Si! He said there was no pasta for Italy! Can you believe that..." As Italy rambled on and on Germany grew disinterested and tried to keep a look out for Prussia. He soon found his brother outside in the parking lot, talking to Spain and France. Spain was leaning on the side of a pitch black van. France was sitting in the passenger seat and Prussia was staring at the sides intently, trying to decide on something. Germany quickly grabbed Italy's wrist and lead him outside to the parking lot.
"Prussia!" Germany called, drawing closer to them.
Prussia looked behind him to the source of the voice and grinned when he saw his brother coming toward him. "Hey, brudder! Check Spain's awesome ride! We're gonna use it for the band!"
Germany released a mental groan and muttered, "Why would you need a van for your band...?"
"We can put our instruments inside, paint the the logo on the side," Prussia grinned at his brother. "Isn't it awesome, man? The Bad Touch Trio will be famous in no time!"
Germany stared at the van and asked, "So I take it you won't be needing me to take you home...?"
II
Sara and Claire were walking home from they're first day. Both girls lived in the same neighborhood, only a few blocks separated. Claire talked on and on about who was in her classes, and how Italy stupidly asked for pasta in the middle of class, as Sara expected.
"And in one class, Austria was staring at this one girl," Claire chattered.
Sara blinked a few times, staring at her friend. Did she hear her right? "Red hair?"
"Yeah! I dunno her name though. I think it's like... Dani, Danielle, Diane, or something. One of those."
"Oh... He was staring at that girl in science class today. I thought that he had a crush on her."
Claire smiled, clapping her hands excitedly, "Aw! That so cute!"
Sara smiled back, nodding. "Uh huh! I was gonna try and get them together!"
"Hehe~" Claire giggled. "Sure hope nobody interferes with that."
As Sara opened her mouth to respond, she was cut off by a large black van speeding right up to them. A man jumped out from the back wearing jean pants and a black hoodie, covering his face. Sara backed away as Claire shrieked and hid behind a tree. "Get in!" The man yelled roughly.
Claire actually screamed, cowering behind the tree. "DON'T HURT ME!"
Sara, however, had a different idea. She kicked the man between the legs and yelled, "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"
Needless to say, the man groaned and fell to his knee's. "Oww, damnit! That hurt like hell! Crazy bit-"
Sara recognized the voice. "Wait... Prussia? !"
Claire peaked out from her hiding place, and crept behind Sara "Prussia?"
The man pushed his hood back to reveal gray-ish white hair and blazing red eyes. Yup, definitely Prussia. "It was just a prank!"
Claire stammered, her face getting red, "W-We're sorry Prussia! Right, Sara?"
Sara was trying not to throw a laughing fit right then and then. She muttered, "Yeah, I'm... giggle s-sorry..."
Spain suddenly appeared from the inside of the van. "Oh man, we weren't expecting that to happen! You okay, Prussia?"
He groaned in response.
France, who was sitting in the drivers seat, rolled down the video and snickered, "Prussia, mon ami, you look pathetic!"
"Sara, kick him in the balls, will ya?" Prussia muttered, standing up.
Sara grinned, walking over to the passenger seat. "C'mon out Francey-Pants!"
France quickly rolled up the window and locked the doors.
Spain grinned and asked, "Hey, you girls want a ride around? This van is gonna be our bands ride!"
Sara grinned back, pumping her fist into the air. "Awesome!"
Prussia did the same and climbed into the back of the van. Sara pretty much dragged Claire in, who was yelling, "Saraaa! We shouldn't! They just scared us!"
"You just don't wanna be the back seat with Prussia~"
"S-Sara! Shut up!"
Claire ended up being pushed in by Sara who then climbed in after her. Prussia got in and shut the van door. He sat between the two. "Awesome huh? It looks like a pedo van until we paint our bans name on the side!" Prussia explained laughing a little bit.
"Yeah it kinda does…" Sara agreed and Claire was trying to hide her blush. Prussia didn't notice because the awesomeness of the van was distracting him.
"Anyway where do you girls wanna go? The mall? Girls like that right?" Spain asked looking back from the passenger seat to the girls.
"N-no home is good." Claire stammered looking at the ceiling.
"Really? Did you get that much homework that you gotta go home already?" Spain asked.
"That'd be so unawesome on the first day." Prussia stated looking at Claire.
"Y-yeah, and my parents want me to pass this year with flying colors so I kinda gotta do my homework." Claire stated shifting awkwardly in the seat.
"Ha, sure Claire." Sara scoffed.
"Shut it Sara…" Claire mumbled shooting her a glare.
France slowed to a stop as they reached a red light. As he did this Spain looked out France's window. "Hey someone has the same van as us!" He exclaimed.
"Maybe they're real pedo's that wanna grab you." Sara suggested jokingly. The trio started laughing but it was cut short by the sound of a gunshot crackling through the air joined by the shatter of the driver and passenger's window's breaking as the bullet barely missed France and Spain. "THE HELL?" Sara shouted and two more shots were heard. Prussia instinctively pulled the girls onto the ground so they wouldn't get shot at through the tinted windows as well.
"FRANCE DRIVE!" Prussia shouted at the blond snapping him out of the fear induced daze he had been in. France did so, putting his foot on the gas rather hard, and running the still red light.
Claire was clutching her head, hands covering her ears, her eyes tightly shut, as if wishing that this was all a bad dream and nothing could really hurt her. The trio had broken out into a cold sweat, their eyes wide and adrenaline pumping. Spain glanced back to see if the other van had followed them, thankfully it had disappeared after the other shots that somehow all missed. France gripped the steering wheel tightly as he sped down to who knows where, not even caring that he ran another red light and was breaking the speed limit by a lot. He finally calmed down and slowed to a stop at Prussia and Germany's house which they had somehow ended up at.
"WHAT THE FUCK? !" Sara screamed, completely unnerved by the sudden events. "DID SOMEONE JUST SHOOT US THREE TIMES AND MISS ALL THREE TIMES? !"
"Good thing they had shitty aim or else France would be a dead frog…" Claire muttered as she slowly sat back up. Her hair was messy and she looked extremely disheveled.
"That was definitely not awesome…" Prussia muttered running a hand through his silver locks.
"Oui…" France agreed propping his head against his elbow as he breathed heavily.
"I still don't get why someone tried to kill us…" Sara muttered.
"Si…" Spain agreed as well. It seems both France and Spain could only talk using one syllable words in their native tongue.
"If you four kept up on the news it'd probably make more sense…" Claire mumbled and the other four stared at her. "There's some serial killer going around, shooting people in cars, basically a Son of Sam wannabe."
"Son of Sam?"
"Serial Killer?"
"What?"
Claire sighed at the chorus of confused people. "I'll say it again slowly. Psycho guy. Wants to kill for no reason. Trying to be like old serial killer from New York. Most likely the guy who shot at us." Claire explained at a slow pace for the other four.
"Ohhhhh." All four nodded their heads understanding now.
"Idiots…" Claire mumbled and was thumped by Sara.
"Wait psycho? We sure this ain't that unawesome Russia guy?" Prussia asked "He seems like the guy who'd snap one day and start killing people."
"Maybe but if Russia ever were to snap he'd be more of the one who'd take pleasure in watching the life leave the victims eyes, it'd be how he'd get off, this guy is killing cuz he feels like he's on a mission sent from god or is trying to complete what he believes Son of Sam didn't finish. Russia is most likely not our best suspect." Claire explained. "We'd have a better time trying to frame England and America, they'd be delusional enough maybe…"
France blinked. "Pardon, mon cheri, but how do you know all this?" France asked.
"I watch a lot of shows about serial killers and stuff." Claire mumbled looking awkward.
"At least you obsession is finally becoming useful…" Sara muttered.
"It's an educational obsession!" Claire protested but was ignored as Sara got out of the van.
"I'm walking the rest of the way home!" Sara shouted and Claire got off and followed.
"You don't want the awesome Bad Touch Trio to drive you?" Prussia called after them.
"No that's fine! Not after what just happened!" Sara and Claire were already running halfway down the street.