B: Okay! 4th day, we're on a roll!
C: Yeah! lets do this!
M: I don't know how you can be happy ALL the time...
B: Because people remember who we are bitch!
M: It's sad to say that you are actually true... sigh...
C: Stop being a bitch, Britty! What did poor Cammy ever do to you?
B: She exists...
M: That was uncalled for!
B: Nope, not really, you piss me off, over and over, over and over, you try not to, over and over...
C: I fucking introduced you to Three Days Grace, bitch!
B: Pftt, no you didn't bitch. My fucking Danish Brother did. (P.S: He's Denmark in this. Captain wanted him to be Russia, I'm not into incest! well, not THAT way!)
C: With all the sick things you do, I wouldn't be surprised!
B: You incestuous BASTARD! You and Feli bitch!
C: WTF?
M: It's true! Ive seen them at it! *Shudders as the memories come flooding back in*
C: What the fuck? How can you sprout lies about that? I don't even know someone I consider Feli! Don't get me started on all the things I've seen you do in your brother's room! Two words!
B: Shut up bitch! Fine, truce! Just stop picking on my poor, Innocent, brother! ; )
M: Sigh... Just, just... sigh.
B: Okay! lets get this party started!
C: What the fuck?

Reviews
C: To horror-movie-3er: I'm glad you like it! I'm glad that you think this fic. is different from others. We try and update every day, but with the shit-load of homework these teachers give us, it's sometimes difficult. On a happier note, I'm glad we're making an influence on you. Our humor is at times... ummm... sadistic, so try not to pick up on that. Haha... Keep reading, and make sure to give us your opinion!

C: To Horses4ever: The story idea, or my mustache man?... Just kidding, and thanks for R&R-ing!

To Franada4ever: I agree with you about the Russia thing... I also have a bit of Russia in me, but it's too late to change it now! (Well, not really, but I'm feeling lazy...) Unfortunately, the Slutty!Poland group does not agree with you about our awesomeness, and they're "Popular". (B: For being sluts.) Pfft. Anyway, you deserve a cookie for being our first reviewer. Unfortunately, cookies are kind of hard to bake in the computer. But the thoughts there!

B: I am going to introduce the Slutty!Poland group. There's Queen Slutty Poland and McSlutty Slutt Poland. Two different people, same amount of sluttyness.
C: Don's forget MW! (Or Man Whore, for those of you that didn't know.) And why are you picking on poor Poland? What did he ever do to you?
B: Haha, your right!... No seriously, lets start this fucker.

Germany POV

December 5th, 2011

Lunch break

"So as I was saying, during P.E, we were all walking back to the locker rooms and I feel something hard against the back of my leg. I fall to the ground, turn around and see McSlutty Slutt Poland walking away with a hockey stick in her hand! She didn't even say sorry, that tomato fucker!" I growl.

"What the fuck? She's a bitch, we all know that, but was it necessary to add my tomatoes to the mix!" Romano yelled.

"Yes, yes it was." I say simply as I sit down next to her on our comfy bench.

"Fucking potato bastard..."

"Tomato bastard with pasta on the side."

"Bitch! France fucked you to create French fries!"

"No, he fucked Prussia, we both know they had something..."

"True, True. O.o"

5 MINUTES LATER

"You have one too many tomato's up your ass, or is that your nonexistent Spain's dick?"

"You have too many beer bottles down your fucking throat! Or is it Austria's cock?"

" YOU BITCH! COME BACK HERE YOU MOTHER FUCKING, TOMATO SAUCE MAKING, BASTARD!" I yell after Romano's quickly shrinking figure as she runs away to her mommy.

(C: That's not fucking true! I calmly walked to my mom's class because I lost my fucking house key and the maid always locks the fucking door when she leaves! I had to get the key now or be fucking locked out of my apartment later, bitch!)

"Bitch..." I mutter under my breath as i stand up and go look for a random Lithuanian to kill.

Aha! I found him!

I creep around to the back of him and get ready to pounce.

Wait.

He was talking with the other Baltics about...

Belarus.

Fuck! Now I can't turn away.

I jump into the bushes and stay undetected for the following conversation:

"I miss Belarus..." Lithuania sighs.

"That's understandable." says Latvia from behind his computer.

"I mean, I like England, but, there is just something about Belarus that makes me... What's the word?" Lithuania inquired looking at Estonia, (who was reading the dictionary over again for the second time that day.) for guidance.

"Happy? Young? Loved?" Estonia drawls automatically.

"Yes that's the word!" Lithuania retorted with happiness. Latvia and Estonia look at each other, not knowing which word was correct.

"Oh well" Estonia sighs as he walks over to the library to return the borrowed Dictionary in his hands.

(B: You think after all these years he would have gotten his own personal copy. C: You haven't known him that long, idiot! B: I have known him almost 4 years. bitch! C: Suuure you have...)

The conversation was over. (C: No shit, Sherlock!

I had just gained some new and valuable information.

My head was spinning with the things I had just learned.

I stood up slowly as I jumped back out of the bushes I had previously been taking rufuge in.

I walked back to my locker in a daze.

"Whats wrong with you, potato bastard?" Romano asks questionably.

"Nothing Romano, it's nothing." I sigh as I walk past her.

I only had one thing on my mind, one thing, and one thing only.

Lithuania still likes Belarus.

Fuck.

C: Well bitch, you just confirmed my earlier thoughts. FAIL! I have a surprise for you guys! The next part will be in my POV~!
B: WTF DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?
C: I mean the fact that you just confirmed what I was thinking earlier, bitch!

Romano's POV

December 5, 2011

Third Period

So I now have P.E. Deepest joy of joys, the world may continue to spin.

I got up from our bench and walked over to Boris and put in his combination.

I know most of you are probably thinking, "What the fuck! How is she putting a combo in a person?" Well, Boris is my locker.

Don't look at me like that! Britty named him, and hers is named Ivan!

Well, after grabbing my stuff I started walking over to the gym. That was until I heard a voice call, "Romano!"

I turned around and saw Switzerland waving at me as she tried to open her locker. I moved back towards her.

"Hey. We have P.E. next."

"I know... Will you wait for me?"

"No... But I'll walk really slowly."

"No, wait!"

I just kept walking... Hahaha... I love doing that to her... I had just started walking across the field when Switz caught up to me.

"Hey!" she said.

"Vash! Fancy meeting you here!" She rolled her eyes at me, and we kept walking.
"So, one of my friends found my mathbook!" Of course she did...

"Pray tell, where did she find it?"

"I have no fricking idea. I had checked both lost and founds." She started flipping threw it, and landed on the last page of work. "Hey, the last time I used this was in September!"

Just as we got to the gym doors, Belarus came out. "Hey, can you wait for us?" I asked her.

"Sure." She held the door open for us as we entered the gym and went into the changing rooms.

"Nice to know it's no longer MIA. Maybe you'll actually bring your homework to class now!"

She glared at me. Surprise, surprise.

After getting changed, we went to sit on the benches inside the gym. I put my socks on, and then my shoes.

Our P.E. teacher came out and had us line up on the basketball court outside to do his creepy-ass exercises. He had us walking like fucking zombies! What was the point of this shit?

After this, we were told to pick up a tire over our heads and walk across the field. One of the boys had his ass out behind him as he walked. Seeing this, I started singing obnoxiously. "Just gonna stand there and hear me roar, but that's alright because I am a dinosaur!"

Belarus and Switz followed my outstretched hand and started laughing when they saw who I was pointing to. I got shot dirty looks from the group next to us, which mainly consisted of the 'popular group', which consisted mainly of boy-toys. Shocker!

After that, the asshole had us run around the track for a whole lap, then walk half a lap, then run half a lap, and then walk a whole fucking lap. Again, whats the damn point? I can just feeeel myself becoming healthy... (NOTE THE SARCASM!)

Me and Belarus had ended up running together while poor Vash was left behind... I felt bad, but the last time I had slowed down to run with her, the teacher had yelled at us. Bastard...

So, once we had gone through that particular ring of hell, we started floor hockey. "So everyone grab a stick..." As he trailed on, I started snickering. That's what she said...

Belarus and Switz looked at me and saw the laughter in my eyes. I did our 'Oh honhonhon' hand motion, and gestured to the hockey sticks. Ah, they got that disgusted look in their eyes... That tickles me.

So after we got a stick, we did some basic passing to warm up. The puck we were using was crap... and Switz couldn't tell one side of a hockey stick from another.

I lost count of how many times I got hit with her stick...

And to make it worse, my fucking stalker was some how getting closer and closer to my group.

Fuck!

Annnnnnnd there goes my good mood...

C: I'm so fucking tired right now... Britty's grammar, spelling, and punctuation is fucking horrible! I spent like an hour editing this fucker. You guys had better appreciate this damn chapter...
B: My grammar isn't that bad! its perfectly fine!
C: For a three year old!
B: Bitch!
M: Can't you two go a few minutes without swearing and reaching for each others throats?
B & C: NO!