C: Heey! Did you know that today's AIDS/HIV awareness day? Show your support and raise awareness by wearing a red ribbon!
B: Who gives a flying fuck, bitch?
C: Your so cruel! There are millions of people affected by AIDs, and they certainly give a shit! Remind me why I'm friends with you when you're such a potato bastard!
B: YEAH? WHY ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH ME THEN? No, YOU ARE A FUCKING TOMATO BASTARD! .
C: What the fuck is wrong with you today, potato bastard? Are you fucking PMSing?
B : . . . .
C: Uhh! Waaaay too much information! I may just be traumatized for life!
B: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR . . . . . . Fuck you hard with a tomato, the pointy part.
C: Which fucking part is that? They're fucking round!
B: The stem you asshole!
C: Bitch...
B: Haha :P
C: Anyway, lets get back to what we started this for. Which would be to distance ourselves from saying we own Hetalia. Because, unfortunately, we cannot become one with Mother Russia until we own Vanya... That might take a while, so don't hold your breath.
B: :( I Vant to become vone vith motha Russiya
C: Who doesn't? Well, back to what happened today.

C: We have another member of our Merry Band of Misfits to introduce to you. (You should feel priveleged!) So, we'll call her Camerica, like a mix of America and Canada. She might make an appearance either this chapter or the next. Deepest joy of joys.

REVIEWS

C: To our dear friend Franada4ever, we would like you to know how much we appreciate your review. Awesome name, by the way. France and Canada are cute together in a kind of incestuous way.
I think I speak for the both of us when we say we would have acted similarly to the way you would have. And yes, all of these events really occurred... (Which is why some days we won't post as nothing overly interesting happened.)

Germany's POV

December 1st, 2011 P.E

So I was in P.E, getting REALLY pissed off at many people...

Nothing unusual for a regular day in this hell hole.

Back to why I was pissed.

I faced the guy who had just asked me why I had tried to kill myself last year.

Yeah, he had asked that.

In front of the whole class.

The bastard.

I hope he burns in hell.

Oh god, here comes Miss Popular.

"It's going to be okay, Germany, its going to be okay." she says as she PETS my arm with a
sneer on her face.

(C: Like an evil cat lady? The really old ones? B: Yeah, just like that.)

SHE

.

FUCKING

.

PETTED

.

ME

I wanted to kill her.

I mean, I REALLY wanted to.

My hand was itching to wrap itself around her throat and squeeze.

I couldn't.

I wouldn't.

If I were to kill this pathetic excuse for a girl I would be put in an asylum, away from S. Italy.

I would not do such a thing to Romano.

(C: Awww, I feel so loved. : / B: Your ruining the moment bitch!)

So I wrapped my hand around the other in an attempt to restrain it from murdering another human being.

Fuck.

I need to learn how to contain my inner turmoil.

(B: Damn, how Russian can you get?)

Okay back to P.E. If I get a F in paying attention I might kill something.

Wow, I knew I was masochistic, but sadistic?

Hmmm, we learn something new every day!

Oh right, P.E,

Damn I get distracted easily.

~RING~

~RING~RING~

~RING~

Wow, how convenient.

(C: No shit, Sherlock. You were just spared time in hell, and all you have to say is 'how convenient'! Wait, I forgot that the devil doesn't want you 'cause he's afraid you'll take over! B: :P you know it bitch!)

I wonder what Romano's doing . . .. . . . .

B: Well, just telling you people out there what happened in Physical Education today. I don't know what Captian did most of the day, but it couldnt have been more interestinger then MY day!
C: Ahh, Britty, how would you know? And, by the way, there is no such thing as "interestinger". I thought you'd like to know.
B: Fuck you, bitch.
C: I'd rather you not, thanks. :{l MUSTACHE MAN! I just thought of that, and had to share it with you.
B: this shit is getting boring, wrap it up!
C: Okay, okay! Jeez, your so temperamental! By the way, readers, I'll be the one submitting this today, so no need to worry about Britty threatening you with disembowelment if you don't review. And if she does... kolkolkol...
B: Fuck, where's that other tomato bastard when you need him?
C: Don't say another word, Britty... Anyway, reviews are appreciated, but not necessary! Ciao. And if you guys review, the next chapter may be in my POV! Something to look forward too, eh?
B: Haha, you sound like that guy above America!
C: Canada, damnit! Get it right!
B: Who are you again? ;)
C: Shut it, bitch...