This is chapter 3. I LOVE this chapter! And, not just because we meet Alice! LOL Ok ENJOY! Oh with Alice…something didn't happen in the movie…I just thought we needed more Allison/Alice moments in here since there isn't enough in the movie…until the end…Oh and at this point if you're wondering…Alfred doesn't have glasses...We also hear about a few more countries…and sadly Germany and Prussia are NOT brothers…you'll find out later though…

Disclaimer: I still do not own Hetalia or The Breakfast Club….I also don't own Apple iPods…

"GOD DAMNIT!" Vash yelled. He opened the door and stormed in. "Why is this door closed?" He asks, and everyone just looks at him blankly. "WHY. Is this door closed?"
"How are we s'posed to know?" Gilbert says "We're not s'posed to move right?" Vash turns to Elizabeta. "Why?"

"We were just sitting here like we were s'posed to…" Vash turns and glares at Gilbert.

"Who closed that door?"

"I think a screw fell out…"

" It just closed sir…" Alfred said. Vash turned to look at the pale girl in the back. She looked up from her black converse. She licked her lip her tongue sliding over her lip piercing. She pulled the hood of her black sweater over her blonde hair that had colorful extensions and slammed her head on the desk after letting out a squeak. It was odd how someone so sold looking could be so shy… "She doesn't talk sir…" Gilbert said.

"Give me that screw…" Vash said turning to Gilbert now.

"I don't have it."

"You want me to rip you outta that seat and shake it out of ya?"

"I don't have it…screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place…"

"Give it to me Gilbert…"

"Excuse me sir…" The Hungarian teen said. "Why would we want to steal a screw?"

Vash, being the Swiss he was, walked over and put a metal folding chair in front of it.

"The door is too heavy sir…" And, like Gilbert had predicted, the door slammed shut. "FUCK!" Vash yelled and walked back in. "Alfred Jones…stand up…come on don't have all day…get the fuck up" Alfred stands up at walks over to the door with Vash. "How come Al gets to stand? He gets up, we all get up! It'll be ANACRCHY!" Vash and Alfred are now moving the steel magazine rack to the front of the door. "Okay, watch the magazines."

"It's not my fault…" Gilbert says. The two get it in front of the libraries door, but it blocks the whole doorway. "That's smart sir! What if we have a fire? I don't think putting our lives in danger would be a smart idea at this point in your career." Vash looks as though he's considering that and then looks at Alfred. "Ok! What are you doing? Get this outta the way! Come on!" As he says this, his Swiss accent shows it's self.

"You do know the school does come with fire exits at both ends of the library…" Matt says pointing all of them out and Gilbert glares at him. "SHOW VASH SOME RESPECT!"

"Come on get back into your seat!" The addressed person says to Alfred who plops back into the seat. "I expected a little more from a letterman!" He turns to Gilbert now and points. "You're not fooling anyone! The next screw that falls out will be you!" Vash turns to leave. "Eat my shorts" Gilbert mumbles under his breath.

"What?" Vash asks

"EAT. MY. SHORTS!"

"That's another Saturday!"

"Oh God…"

"Another Saturday…"

"Well, I'm free the next Saturday…after that I have to check my calendar!"

"It'll be filled! Just keep going! Just say the word. Instead of going to jail…you'll be here! Are you done?"

"NO!"

"I'm doing Reston a BIG favor!"

"So?"

"That's another! I've got you for the rest of your life! Want another?"

"YES!"

"You got it!"

"CUT IT OUT!" Elizabeta said worriedly to Gilbert. She turned to fully face him now and mouthed "Stop!".

"You done?" Gilbert looked at Elizabeta and then back to Vash.

"Not even close!"

"GOOD! You got another!"

"Do I look like I give a shit?"

"One more.." Gilbert glares at him. "You done?"

"How many is that?"

"That's seven including the one when we first came in eh." Matt said. Vash looks at Gilbert again.

"Now it's eight!" Then says to Matt. "Stay out of it."

"Excuse me…it should be seven eh!"

"Shut up know-it-all!" Alice laughs, but no one pays attention to her, not that she minds.

"You're mine Gil…for two months!"

"I'm thrilled!"

"Gilbert, you ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with your life, and a little less time trying to impress people…you might be happier." Vash gets closer to the door and looks at the group of diverse and different teens. "I'll be right outside those doors! Don't make me come in here again! 'Cause next time I have to I'm crackin' skulls!" Gilbert mouth I'm cracking skulls and as Vash leaves the room and he yells "FUCK YOU!"

Alice sits and watches the whole thing. And when Vash leaves she pulls out her iPod and unzips her sweater. It's time like these she's glad she has long blonde hair. After she's made sure the iPod and the earphones are fully covered she starts to play with her bracelets and black fish net gloves with no fingers. She then reaches into black ultra skinny jeans and pulls out her phone. She wasn't the only rebel in the room, it was just unlike the Prussian, she was a smart Brit. And, she knew how NOT to get caught…hell she wrote the fucking book! After she texted her best friend, she rested her head on the desk. She really needed better things to do on a Saturday. Remembering she had a pack of gum in her back pocket she pulled it out and put a piece in her mouth. She then proceeded to text and play with her favorite blue extension. Yeah, being a forgotten outsider had its perks.

A little while later around a quarter to eight Gilbert lights his shoe on fire and lights a cigarette, and proceeds to play with the flame. Elizabeta looks at nothing and pretends she's shopping, while taking off her jacket. Matthew, who finally took off his jacket, but then reveals that he was wearing an inside out green sweater plays with his balls because he has to pee… Alfred finally rid himself of his favorite bomber jacket and was no playing with the strings on his sweater. Alice, finally giving up on texting because her best friend Francis was being an ass wrapped string around her index finger turning it purple and smiling revealing that she was not a stereotypical British person, because she in fact had perfect white teeth. Gilbert finally puts out the fire on his shoe and plays the air guitar. Alice having nothing better to do, is now texting Francis again and starts drawing him in shark infested waters…She smiled. If only that could really happen to the bloody frog. But, although she really DIDN'T want to admit it, he was a good friend to her. Alfred plays paper football and then cheers when he pretends that he made a field goal. Alice takes out her iPod and puts it back into her bag before drawing blood from her wrist and puts it on the picture. Then, slowly everyone falls asleep.

***Later On***

Vash stands there looking at the sleeping teens. "WAKE UP!" He yelled. "Who has to go to the bathroom?" With their heads still resting on the desks, they all raise their hands.

***Even more later on…***

It's now 10:22. Alfred stretches and Gilbert is ripping pages out of a random book he found. Alice just rolls her eyes and goes back to texting Francis telling him how after this was over they HAD to have a band practice before their gig later that night. And, since her French friend knew what would happen if the DID'T have one, he agreed…because they all really wouldn't be able to handle it if their lead guitarist and lead singer got admitted into a mental again. "That's real smart…" Alfred said to Gilbert.

"You're right…it's wrong to destroy literature…" But continues to rip the pages out anyway. Alice blows a bubble snapping it really loud, and like she expected, they ignored her. She just shrugged and looked away. "It's such fun to read…and Molet…really makes me SO happy inside…"

"Mol-yare" Elizabeta pronounced it correctly.

"I love all of his work…" Matthew says. The Prussian tosses the pages at him. Gilbert then picks up a card catalogue drawer and begins to take out the cards and put them in different places. Alfred and Elizabeta look at him and raise their eyebrows. "There's nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy…"

"Speak for yourself…"

"Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language!" Then as if making his point says something in Prussian (German.) Alfred looks away and looks at Elizabeta. "Hey you grounded tonight?" He asks and she shrugs.

"Mom said I was…but dad told me to just ignore her."

"Big party at Lovino and Antonio's club later on, should be pretty wild…" Alice snorted and of course they ignored her, she just found it ironic that they'd be at the club she and her band was performing at…seeing as Antonio was in the band…but just because Antonio was friends with Francis, she personally found the two equally annoying. But, not as bad as their drummer Ivan. He was probably the most annoying…but it was their last gig with him, seeing as he would be leaving soon. Alice was just glad that Lovino's brother's German boyfriend was a good drummer, otherwise they'd be shit out luck. "So…" Alfred said. "Can you go?"

"I highly doubt it…"

"Why?"

"Well, because if I ignore my mom it's because my dad says it's ok. There's like this big whole fight….it's endless, and SO annoying. It's like any minute…divorce…"

" Which one do you like better?" Gilbert asked.

"What?"

"Do you like your ma or pa better?"

"They're both very….over protective."

"No , I mean if you had to choose between them…"

"I'd probably go live with my brother. I mean I don't think either gives a shit about me…it's like they use me to get back at the other."

"EAT IT!" Alice yelled. She didn't say much, but it was enough to indicate that she was British. They were all looking at her in shock and Alfred smiled a little. Alice blew the bangs out of her eyes and grinned. "Shut up!" Elizabeta said. Alice's reply was popping the bubble she blew and flipping the other female off. She then went back to texting Francis and her friend Kiku. She honestly didn't know why she said that, maybe it was because she wasn't the only one who was neglected. But, then again, that girl didn't have three older brothers and an older sister, along with an annoying little brother. And, like in school, she was forgotten about at home, accept with her friends. Her only way of escape was through her music and writing. Hence why her and Francis started the band, and why she was the song writer, AND why she started playing guitar…but she was a natural at it…

"You're just feeling sorry for yourself…"

"Well, nobody else would if I didn't!"

"Aw…how sad…"

"Sporto…" Gilbert said jumping down from the rail he was sitting on.

"What?" The American said as the Prussian stood next to him.

"Do YOU get along with the rents?"

"Well, if I say yes I'm an idiot right?"

"You're an idiot either way…But if you say you get along with your rents…you're a liar too!" Gilbert walks away, and Alfred follows and pushes him.

"You know something dude…If we weren't in school I'd fight you…" Alice snorted again. THIS she HAD to see. The potential criminal beating the shit out of the football teams quarterback. The image made her laugh…although no one noticed…why would they? Gilbert pointed his middle finger at the ground. "Can you hear this? Want me to turn it up for you?" Gilbert slowly flipped his hand around now flipping Alfred off. Alice looked to the side…oh yeah she'd TOTALLY have to use that one on Francis… Matthew decided to walk over at that moment and put both of his hands on their shoulders. "Hey guys I mean…" Alfred shrugs the Canadian off. "I don't get along with my family either eh….I mean their idea of parental compassion is….just…you know….fucked up! Eh." Gilbert turns and looks at him.

"Nerd…"

"Eh?"

"You are a parents wet dream okay?" Gilbert starts to walk away…..

To…Be...Continued…

So that's chapter 3. I would've continued...but I thought it was getting too long...I'm sorr this will probably be the longest chapter yet...I really didn't mean to get carried away...And...don't hate me for implying fem!/punk!England cuts herself...I'm sorry...I usually let myslef get THAT stereotypical in my writing...And yes we hear about the other countires...and I'm actually thinking about making a secind part to this story when I finish...like write about the party and school the next day...so many things I can do with this...but I just LOVE punk!England...and think he (she i this case) goes perfect with America...anyway...R&R I love reviews almost as much as scones! Yes, I am an American who loves scones...

England: FINALLY! Now you MUST review!