Okay, usual drill, blablabla sorry it's been so long since I've uploaded a chapter blablabla. I love you all if you've followed me through with this story and my lousy updating. Exams and such are a major bummer. But this morning I said to myself "YOU WILL WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER, DAMN IT!" and so here it is! May my math revision rest in peace.
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"France, what in the name of all things great and British are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing darling."
"It looks like you're copying America's math work," England sighed, pulling France's arm so he was sitting up strait and not leaning towards America. The tables were all individually placed so everyone sat in two's. England and France sat as a two near the front with Canada and America as a two next to them.
"Honestly, I thought you had at least a few brain cells but maybe I've been wrong all these years. AMERICA'S MATH WORK!? AM-ER-IC-AS!?" He hit him round the head with his text book with each syllable, "The boy who's grades spell 'DEAD FEED' on his report card, the 'A' being from gym class?"
"Ah. You have a point. But Canada is too far away to see and I have never understood Quadratic equations. Not to mention you haven't DONE any work, all you've done is doodle pretty pictures on your book so I can't copy you! I just can't rely on people anymore! What is the world coming too?" France made a dramatic pose, so England retaliated by hitting him again.
"Soooo, England? Would you like to be my date for the Europe party?"
"Date? You don't bring dates to the Europe party you prat."
"It was worth a try to see if you would." France spun his pen on the end of his finger, "To think it's been so long since I've had a proper date I have sunk to the level of asking you out. OW! Stop hitting me, I bruise easily!"
"I will when you stop being an insulting git! Anyway, if you so desperate why don't you ask out one of the pretty girls, like Ukraine or something. Oh, that reminds me, you're staying in Belarus's room tonight after she volunteered to keep you when you had you're 'traumatic' experience with Japan." France cringed at both names, Japan and Belarus.
"Don't remind me. It hurts too much to remember! Let just talk about what you're going to wear for the fancy dress part of the party. I think I'll go as a sexy vampire, seducing all my victims before biting them."
"Urg, cliché much? I think I'll go as an angle."
"Pfft, and you're calling ME cliché!"
"Shut up!" he nudged him playfully in the ribs and they both burst out laughing.
"Quiet!" Turkey called out from behind his desk, smocking a cigarette. The class hushed their conversations slightly then got even louder. At the back of the room, Hong Kong, the only silent person, set down his pen having finished the work set. Prussia, his neighbour, picked up his pen having not started yet.
"Err, hey, dude, whats the answer to question 1 part a?"
"2Y+3/90 divided by the square root of 20"
"Cool." Prussia jotted it down. "So? What's the answer to question 1 part b?" Hong Kong slid him his answer paper.
"Excellent! I could get used to this kind of service!" Hong Kong continued staring of into the distance as Prussia wrapped his arm around him.
"How would you like to be part of my awesome fan club!"
"I would rather die. Please stop talking to me."
"FINE! Everyone will bow to my awesomeness one day; you're just missing out for the time being!"
Suddenly something hit Prussia on the head making him fall backwards off his chair and land on the floor.
"Okay, who was that!? I'm going to kill you!"
"Like, It was totally me. I need a drink. Go get me one, bitch." Poland said casually from the desk next to him.
"Like HELL I'm getting you a drink. Get you're own."
"Now, now, now. Remember your little promise you made me for helping you out with your little situation."
"Yeah well the deals off now."
"You can't just go back on a deal Prussia. It doesn't work that way!" Prussia stuck out his tongue and gave Poland the finger.
"Why you little..." Poland jumped on him and started pulling his hair.
"OW! OW! OW! Get off me woman! Help me HK!"
Hong Kong took a long look at Prussia on the floor with Poland on top of him and debated the possible solutions. He could help to drag Poland off and prevent a possible bad hair day for Prussia, or he could give Poland a sharp object and end the constant annoyance he has every maths class that sits next to him. Unfortunately, he had nothing sharp on him at that moment in time so he ignored them both instead.
As soon as the bell went America got up eagerly from his seat. Canada slipped something into his hand.
"Be Careful, eh? Use this if he tries to pull anything." He looked down to see that Canada placed a water gun in his hand.
"Water? That's not useful. I was thinking more along the lines of pepper spray."
"It's filled with holy water. When it touches his demon flesh he will melt."
"Ah, you're a genius, of course!" They both walked over to England.
"So are you idiots ready to be proved wrong about Japan?"
"Can't you see he's brainwashed you! We're only meeting him so you we can make you see it with you're own eyes."
"Yup, sure. Whatever you say." They all walked out the room and stood outside the door.
"Now stay here, don't follow me."
"You obviously don't trust us."
"You're right. So stay like a good little American." America huffed while England strode away. It didn't take long to find Japan, he was still packing up his maths books. He didn't notice him so he tapped him on the shoulder.
"Epp." Japan jumped and turned around, "England!? I... I..."
"Can I... ask you a favour?"
"Of course England-san!" Japan stammered.
"Could I introduce you too America and my friends?"
"What!? But they hate me!""
"Ah, well. I'm just trying to show them that your just a person, you know? So they stop hating you."
"Okay, I guess? But I'm only doing this because I owe you for not getting me expelled."
"Sure, that's great!" England face broke out into a smile and he grabbed Japans hand, causing him to blush. Once they were out in the hallway, France cringed as far back into the wall as he could. Mathew rubbed his back trying to comfort him.
"Everyone, this is Japan. As you already know." Everyone grunted a hello and continued shuffling.
"LOOK OVER THERE!" America yelled out, pointing behind England. When everyone had looked around he pulled out the gun and squirted Japan in the face.
"AMERICA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
"Damn, he's not melting." Canada muttered under his breath.
"I SAID YOU COULD ONLY ATTACK HIM IF HE ATTACKED YOU!"
"Hahaha, woops?" Japan stood soaked and wondering how to respond.
"YOU IDIOT!" he wacked him round the head.
"I'm sorry." Japan said quietly.
"Don't apologise to him. He should apologise to you." England's face softened when looking at him.
"No, I mean. I'm sorry about burning your jacket. And I'm sorry for attempted rape and I'm sorry for destroying your cuddly toy! If I could take it all back now I would, I just really needed to get into detention."
"Detention? Why would you want to get into detention?"
"Eerrrr..."
"Let's not harass him now people! He's said sorry, now will you leave him alone?!"
"Maybe. We'll see." America grimaced.
"Japan, there you are!" Italy skipped up to him dragging Germany with him.
"Hello." Japan bowed, water dripping onto the floor.
"What happened to you ve~?" while Japan and Italy talked Canada slipped next to Amercia.
"Obviously brain washed." he wispered. America nodded.
Russia was not happy. Not happy in the slightest way. The first thing he did was run to his room to find his bazooka. Unfortunately the school didn't let him own a bazooka so instead he found a good substitute in one of the other student's room. A nice, lovely, shiny axe. He then went back to his room and changed into something else so he could clean his now ruined coat and scarf. Fortunately he had a spare coat but no scarf.
"Shit." He said. He couldn't go out in public and bash Spain's brains in without a scarf. His scarf was his life. His soul. The very essence of his being. He NEEDED a scarf. Okay, he thought to himself, dropping his dirty scarf and coat into some hot soapy water. I'm sure someone around here has a spare scarf. He went into his sisters' room and cheeked though their stuff.
"Ah ha!" He smiled, feeling something scarf like from the depths of Belarus's draws. He pulled it out to find a hot pink scarf with bows on it and the words 'I love Belarus' printed in large letters on the front. Well, a scarf was a scarf wasn't it? The scarf was slipped around his neck as he picked up his axe.
"Spain. Prepare to die." He giggled.
"BROTHER!" Belarus appeared at the entrance of the door.
"NO, stay away!" he brandished the axe in front of him. Belarus continued to edge closer to him.
"Oh brother, you're wearing my beautiful scarf I made for you for your birthday present! Are you're in here to tell me how much you love me!" she laughed manically.
"NO! I mean... YES! YES! I wanted to tell you how much I loved you and ask you to do me a favour!"
"Oh, I would do anything for my beloved brother!"
"Yes, go as far away from here as possible! Far Far away!"
"How far?"
"REALLY far. Beyond the school, beyond the forest, far far away!"
"Why?"
"Because I love you so much and... I have a cold! I wouldn't want my precious sister to get ill! So go away and come back in a few days. Live out in the forest and save yourself!"
"Yes brother, I will! But don't worry, I will be back soon and we can be forever united!"
"Forever and ever." He meekly called out after her as she ran out of the room. Phew, now I have time to change the locks on my door to stop her breaking in and get Lithuania to be mine. He picked up his axe again and walked out as well, intent of finding Spain and showing him what happens when you mess with Russia!
Short chapter is short! YAY! Just be thankful for the chapter. ;D Seriously. Review please XXX love you lots!