B: 3rd day of HIMS, yay...
C: We own NADA! (Or Spanish for 'nothing', if you're a potato bastard like Britty.)
B: I thought NADA was some kind of abbreviation of some shit or something. WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE SO FUCKING MUCH ABOUT THE FUCKING DISCLAIMER.
C: Fuck you, your horrible Spanish, and your horrible grammar. You guys have no idea how much fucking editing I have to do to make these chapters legible.
B: WAT CHOU GAT AGAYNST MEI GRAMMERA BEITXH?
C: That's precisely my point. Now shut the fuck up and write already!

December 4th, 2011

3rd Period

Germany POV

"Don't you just loooove 8th graders?"

I mutter under my breath to Camerica as I glare at said 8th graders after I caught them whispering about me.

"Just ignore them!" Malfred (B: :P Malfred, that's right!) urges, she probably doesn't want me to get into another fight again.

Well, the reason for the gossip is the fact that I almost killed my friend Belarus' Ex-Boyfriend Lithuania.

(C: Trust me, he's a dick-less bastard!)

The reason for the ALMOST homicide was that he started an official 'I hate Germany' club.

Yeah.

He had the nerve.

That fucking bastard.

I hopes he burns in the deepest, darkest, and hottest pit in hell.

~Flashback~

You now come upon me screaming as I struggled to get out of Romano's, Belarus's, and Malfred's restraining arms.

My hands were formed into claws as I reached for the quivering, just out of my grasp, Lithuanians' neck.

"God Germany, give it a bloody, fucking, rest! Only I can hurt Lithuania, or any of the Baltics for that matter! Stop making a scene you wanker. I bet your doing it for the fucking attention, Hoping your Beloved Mother Russia will notice. Fat chance you bloody git." England sneered at me from a safe distance away.

I struggled even harder after that.

I was going to stab her.

NO ONE INSULTS RUSSIA, ESPECIALLY INFRONT OF ME.

Oh just a few more inches and I will have her.

I WILL make her scream for mercy, just so i can deny her cries.

"Please, Please, Please, Stop!" Malfred whispered into my back.

"Potato Bastard, Its not worth it, Mother Russia would not be impressed with you mercilelessly slaughtering a peice of shit in his name." Romano said grimly, loosening her hold on me as i relaxed ever so slightly.

"Your right." I muttered.

I tried to relax my hands back into their natural shape, but the still hang like claws at my side.

The best i can do is ball them into tight fists, with the nuckles white and the finger nails digging into the palms of my hands.

I turned away from the still sneering English-woman, still quivering Lithuanian, and the just appearing Latvian and Estonian.

"Come on, breaks almost over and I want to get my chocolate milk." I say with a scary as shit glare on my face and an aura around me that just screamed death.

Malfred and Belarus back away slowly as a I walk toward them.

I grimace.

I must look really scary, I think with a frown.

I sigh.

"Everything is okay, I promise!" I say as I try to put on my most convincing smile.

Both of them brighten instantly as the walk towards me to give me a hug.

As I look over at Romano I see a glint of sadness and suspicion in her eyes, she tried to hide it with a smile, but to no avail.

(C: Can't fool me, bitch!)

The damage was done.

I had seen that look before.

It meant she wasn't fully convinced with my performance.

Shit.

End of Flashback

So there I was, painting a fucking wall, all by myself, feeling lonely and pissed.

The reason for the loneliness was because my faithful Malfred had run of to find a plate of french fries.

The pissiness partly because the rest of our painting crew bailed on us, and the other half for them bailing on us ONLY to sit down and gossip ABOUT me.

Those fucking bitches.

I finish up painting the wall a dark grey color.

After I put away the painting supplies (alone = No help), I sat down in one of the theatre chairs.

(B: In case any of you are wondering what the fuck I was doing, the answer is simple. I have stagecraft in the theatre.)

I think about a few things that have been on my mind for a while.

One big thing.

Russia.

My everlasting love.

But he would hardly notice me, least of all talk to me.

I sigh.

I start thinking about the other minor things.

Like how my friend Switzerland has a crush on Latvia.

How Belarus is having trouble getting over Lithuania.

How Lithuania has a crush on England.

AND how England is dating (C: More like abusing, but who gives a shit. Her boyfriend can go dig a hole and die.) Estonia.

I then though of Malfred, and how she was very close to Estonia, FUCK, they were almost related for how close they were.

I hope I don't sound jealous, because I, the awesome Germany, am totally not.

FUCK.

I wonder whats taking Camerica so damn long.

I hope she isn't lost...

C: It's definitely a possbility... Anything is possible with her.
B: Haha IKR?
M: You guys are so mean...
B: Malfred, when the fuck did you get here?
C: I let her on at the beginning. How did you not notice?
B: I hardly notice when Camerica comes in or out, and that's actually me being truthful for once!
C: Fuck you! At least you notice Camerica a little more than poor, forgotten Canada.
B: Who the Flying Fuck is that?
M: I think I will go fnd a corner to cry in...
B: Haha, you go do that Malfred, you go do that.
B: Oh right, REVIEW BITCHES, REVIEW BEFORE I FUCKING CASTRATE YOU AND SHOVE YOUR WHATEVERS DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!
C: Britty, what did I say?
B: I dont' give a fuck about what you said...
C: Do you care about what I'll do, then?
M: Your acting like a review whore...
B: O.O YOU DIDN'T JUST FUCKING SAY THAT!
M: FUCK ! CAPTAIN SAVE MEEEEEEEE!
C: *Runs in front of Camerica, and shields her with own body* Fuck off, physco bitch! Back to the fiery pit from whence you came! *Pulls a sword from behind back*
B: MOVE OUT OF MY WAY YOU TOMATO FUCKING BITCH, I GOTS TO RAPE THIS MAPLE SYRUP LOVER UP THE ASS, AND HARD!
C: Don't make me come over there and whup your sorry ass!
B: I dont think so bitch, not today, not ever. now Malfred, say your sorry and all shall be forgiven, for today atleast.
M: M-maple... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, DON'T HURT MEEEE!
B: Apology accepted. Now lets get back to wrapping this chapter up shall we?
C: Where's your American pride? Up your ass? Don't give in, not now!
M: I'm sorry Captain, she's just so scary...
B: Hmmmm, thanks for the complement.
C: It wasn't bitch! I shudder to think of any man and children you come to possess later in life! They're going to be living in constant fear for the rest of their fucking lives!
B: Not if its my dear Russia!
M: Or the Devil for that matter...
C: Nice one, Cammy!
B: O.o your pissing me off again...
M: I'm sooorry...
C: Well, ciao for now. I think we should wrap this up before Britty kills someone.
M: Nooooooooooooo!
B: Kololololololololol...
M:O.o
C: Ciao!

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