Gilbert didn't get too much sleep that night. Who was Gunner on the inside? An unconscious side of him? What was it all? What did it mean? It was him, but it was unreal? He thought about what he'd said all that day. He goofed off and messed around like he always did. However, Gilbert would check in with Gunner after every class.

"Yo, Gunner!" he called over. The Icelander looked over at him, his eyes showing that same apathetic expression as in his brothers.

"Honestly," he said to himself, "there are two things that run in my family. Apathy and falling in love with idiots." Gunner sighed, standing in place. He didn't deny the fact he had fallen for the German instantly. He knew that by how he watched him in the locker room, and how he tried looking a bit more seductive. It must have been working, because he saw Gilbert staring at...places.

Maybe he should be a bit more careful.

"You feeling all right?" Gunner blinked, wondering why he seemed so worried.

"Yeah..." he said cautiously, maybe because of his previous thoughts. "I'm okay. Why?"

"Well, I..." why was he so worried? He thought it was because he was in a similar situation. He hadn't been to happy when his brother got a concussion and lost his memory. It was his fault for letting Ludwig, really Haydn, go off and play with that girl all alone. His parents had told the girl that Haydn had died so they could move. It would have been too painful saying, 'Your friend is fine. He just has no clue who you are and probably won't ever know you the same way again.' Gilbert had taking up cutting, cliché but effective enough for him. That was his self-infliction. He didn't even notice it half the time. He'd cry with sorrow for that little girl and remorse for his brother. The two wouldn't see each other again. Ever.

A specific student looked like her though...

"I was just worried is all." he forced a smile, trying to seem crazy as usual. "Anyway, I need to go meet with the rest of the Bad Touch, so I'll see ya later!" he walked off, and when nobody else could see, he wiped away the tears in his eyes. Gilbert bolted off soon after.

"Hey, Ice-kun!" Tino of all people ran over to Gunner. "Do you have the math assignment written down? I can't remember if it was page 81 or 83, so..." he smiled awkwardly.

"82, actually. And you're stepping on the pencil."

"Huh?" Tino looked down. There was no pencil. If a pencil was on the ground ever, somebody would take it and use it until the owner came for it. There weren't pencils on the ground for long, and not one at all at that moment.

"Yeah, see?" he pointed at the Finn's shoe. "It's green."

"But...there isn't any pencil..." he moved his foot to check. "See?"

"Yes, and now you're on the blue one."

"Huh? !" he jumped again. Still no pencils. "Oooh...I get it. You're just making sure I got enough sleep!" he patted the younger student.

"No."

"What do you..."

"No."

"Who are you talking to?"

"You!"

"Why are you saying no?"

"Because you're on the orange one."

"But I don't see a pencil."

"Not 'a'. There are lots."

"Where?"

"In a candy-cane shape."

"There are no pencils!"

"The purple one is on the blue one."

"What does that have to-"

"You're one the red one."

"There are no pencils though!"

"But you're stepping on them."

"No I'm not!"

"There's a cupcake on your head."

"That doesn't have to do with-"

"I want it."

"There isn't a cupcake!"

"Su-San..."

"Mmph?"

"Do I have a cupcake on my head?"

"..."

"What?"

"I th'nk ya need s'me m're sl'p."

"But-!"

There were cupcakes at lunch the next day.

Tino didn't want anything to do with them.

A/N

Well, while things may still be tense, we also have a confused Finland. What, you didn't expect everything to be scary did you?

Also, yes, that was a reference to Chibitalia.

The rating went up for what will be in chapter 7. It's the first time I've tried typing something like it.

There was also a song reference in some previous parts. Kudos to whoever can find it.

R&R?