"OH MY GOD!" Elizebeta yelled again. Rodrich patted her shoulder, calming her down a bit. "No way..." she murmured, staring at the newest IQ test results. Elizebeta was always number one or two. It all depended on Tino, a good friend of hers and a good person for a friendly rivalry. "I'm...I'm three...Tino is two…but...then..."

"Yo!" Gil came up behind the Hungarian girl. "You look sad." he remarked with a smirk. His head became quickly acquainted with a heavy metal frying pan, then the ground. "Ow...that hurts..." He rubbed his head and looked back up at the Burnett.

"S-sorry..." she smiled with awkward sympathy. "Force of habit." She helped Gil get up off the ground and looked back to the three-sided corkboard. "I don't know what happened here..." she looked at the third name down again, being her own. "And number one is...!" She called Tino over to inspect the name as well.

"Weird...I don't remember a Gunner...oh!" he snapped his fingers with realization. "Norsk! That's Nor's little brother! Gunner Norsk!" Tino was smiling now, proud for his best friend's younger sibling.

"Gunner..." Gil looked at Francis. "Is that the new hot Nordic kid?" Before he could get an answer, a soft sigh was heard from behind them all.

"First...first...first. Whatever." Gil turned to face Valdis' younger brother, but stopped breathing for a moment.

Gilbert didn't understand what was so captivating about the new student. Maybe the boy's hair, white and soft like fresh Scandinavian snow. It could've been the outfit, though. A deep, dark crimson coat hung just down to his midthighs, a shade darker than the German's own eyes. What about the other's eyes? They were an intense violet color, like a Scandinavian dusk.

Whatever it was, it was beautiful.

And he was freaking the hell out.

Why though? Was it because he had never felt the way he did then before? Or was it that fluttering itself?

"So what? Too cool for school?" Gil asked him, still amazed at how adorable the boy looked.

"Keh." he turned away, walking towards where his new dorm would be. "What good is a high IQ if you don't put it to good use?" Gunner looked back, his dark violet eyes showcasing the same dullness in his brother's. "If a person has the world's highest intelligent quotient and no common sense, they're the real idiot." he took a piece of licorice out, waving it like a stick. "However, your IQ could be only ninety, but if you have the common sense example A lacks, you would be the smart one. It all depends on how you look at it, though." Gunner took a bite of his licorice fish, beginning to walk away. "And my English isn't quite perfect, being Icelandic at heart, so I not too sure how I got in first." he walked off, leaving the others to think of what he'd just said.

"I don't know about you guys, but..." Elizebeta held her pan even tighter. "That kid took my spot and I'm gonna beat the hell outta him." she hissed. Gil's eyes widened, and before she could go after him, he grabbed her arm.

"Don't hurt him!" he scolded, pulling her back. She turned to face him, seeing him stare at the new Nordic walk away. "He's so cute..." he added, his voice oddly soft.

"Sure, right, I'm sure he is." she pulled away, starting after the Icelander again. "You can hit on him later."

"No, Lizza," Gil grabbed her arm again, and to her surprise, there was a look of urgency in the albino's eyes. "You don't get what I'm getting at." he could only repeat what he had said moments earlier.

"He's so cute."

A/N

Well, this was too short. Oh well. I got something done, ne?

I promise I'll get into the relationship and all that soon! Really!

For now, please enjoy the fact that I shall continue! -Runs for Smarties-

Oh, R&R again...maybe...please?