A/N: Time for the promised band chapter! I finally get to stereotype the characters with instruments. This should be fun… and a lot like my band class at school. Don't get me wrong; I love band. It's my favorite class. Ok! And thank you and cookies to everyone that reviewed! Now, on with the show!

Right, so Yano'sMemories guessed the song right, so Matthew/Canada will be singing again in the future! Yay for him!

Oh, and don't expect updates like, a day apart. I just had this done and knew I would forget if I didn't post it. (I typed this during Computer Lit...)

Warning: Im Yong/Korea's creepiness.

(Please don't be offended by any of the instrument stereotypes. I'm basing this off the type of people that are in my band.)

Chapter Start

"Dude, this is gonna be epic! I think we're sight-reading today!" Alfred said, clutching his trumpet tightly.

It was not a huge band, but it wasn't a small band (1), but it was also a rather small college, so they didn't need a huge band. There were eight flutes, three oboes, three bassoons, ten clarinets, four bass clarinets, four alto saxophones, two tenor saxophones, two baritone saxophones, eight trumpets, four French horns, three euphoniums, four trombones, three tubas, and five percussionists.

Feliciano played the clarinet. Lovino played the trumpet. Ludwig played the bass clarinet. Gilbert played the flute. Kiku played the bassoon. Alfred played the trumpet. Matthew played the oboe. Arthur played the clarinet. Francis played the flute. Yao played the bassoon. Ivan played the tuba. Toris played the alto saxophone. Raivis played French horn. Eduard played the tenor saxophone. Antonio played the trombone. Natalia played the euphonium. Katuyasha played the euphonium. Heracles played the bass clarinet. Roderich played the clarinet. Feliks played the flute. Tino played percussion. Berwald played the baritone saxophone. Vash played the trombone. Lilli played the French horn. Elizabeta played the trumpet. Im Yong played the bassoon.

When the conductor stood on the podium, most of the students stopped talking. Alfred, on the other hand, stood up and started loudly proclaiming that he was the hero and everyone should stop what they're doing and pay attention when he stood in a certain spot.

"That's nice, Jones. Now sit your butt down." The conductor said.

"Yes ma'am." Alfred saluted her and sat down. (2)

"Good, now…oh gosh, who sprayed an entire bottle of perfume? Yao, what did I tell you…?" The conductor, Ms. Syl, complained. The first time she met Yao, she had thought he was a girl and still wasn't completely convinced otherwise.

"I'm a man, aru!" Yao cried indignantly.

Im Yong hugged the Chinese boy from behind. "Poor Yao…"

"Im Yong, let go of him." Ms. Syl demanded.

"But, I'm comforting him." The Korean insisted.

"I mean it! Stop molesting Yao!" (3)

Most of the band burst out laughing. They only became serious when Ivan gave a loud, not by a long shot musical, sound from his tuba.

"We should be playing, da?" He said. "KolKolKol…"

"Yeah, ok guys, Long Tone 1A."

The rest of the class went by rather uneventful until they started packing up their instruments.

"Before you go, I have a small announcement." The conductor announced. "We're getting a new student soon. I don't quite remember his name, but he plays the flute. So, it might get a little stabby in the flutes. Beilschmidt Beilschmidt (4), try not to kill the newbie." (5)

As the students walked to their next class (Coincidently, all the band students had the same class afterwards), they discussed the new student.

"I 'ope 'e's cute…" Francis muttered in that specific 'Francis' tone mentioned in the previous chapter.

"I don't see vhy I should feel zreatened… I can play avesomer zan anyone…" Gilbert huffed, pouting childishly.

"Vee~ Gil, don't be mean." Feliciano said. "I hope newbie likes pasta…"

"I hope he notices me…" Matthew said, barely audible.

"What are you talking about, Mattie? Everyone knows you." Alfred protested.

"Who are you talking to, Alfred?" Arthur inquired.

Matthew sighed. "See what I mean?"

"Dude, seriously? Bad timing, Artie," Alfred cried.

"Sorry Matthew… and don't call me that, bloody wanker!" Arthur shouted.

"Angleterre, zere is no need to be so mean." Francis yelped when the British man hit him in the face. "Ow! My nose still 'urts you know…"

"That's exactly why I hit you, frog!"

"Hey, guys! Stop fighting!" Alfred demanded. "Besides, we're here now." He said as they entered the World Studies class room. The students took their seats.

"Welcome class! I hope you all finished your essays on your country." Mr. Smith said.

"Yeah, about that… Can I give it to you in a few days? I totally forgot about writing it when I hit the goal post with my face." Alfred said, not really lying.

"I'm sure you did, Mr. Jones. And let me guess: Mr. Williams didn't come today because his stuffed polar bear ate him." The teacher commented sarcastically.

"I'm right here…" Matthew said, holding said stuffed bear to his chest.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, Matthew. I didn't see you there…"

"It's alright… No one ever does…"

Mr. Smith felt terrible that he hadn't noticed the shy boy. He was so different from the others… most of them were loud and obnoxious or the kind of people who went on and on about a certain topic unless you stopped them. Matthew was special and he promised to make it up to him sometime. The teacher looked around at the rest of his students and started his lesson.

Kiku sat in the back of the class in between Im Yong and Heracles. Im Yong was pestering Yao, who sat in front of him, by pulling on his ponytail. The Japanese boy politely tapped the Korean on the shoulder.

"Umm… Im-kun? Yao-kun cannot focus… Courd you prease stop?" Kiku asked quietly.

"Oh, I see how it is! You want the attention to yourself, da-ze!" Im Yong said at the same volume, lunging for Kiku.

Kiku gasped and tried to evade, but fell sideways our of his chair, landing on his back.

Mr. Smith looked up just in time to see Im Yong fly backwards and Kiku laying on the ground with Heracles standing over him. "Heracles, please refrain from using violence to solve someone else's personality issues. Kiku, are you alright?"

Kiku nodded as he sat up and Heracles returned to his seat. "Hai, thank you for your concern, Smith-senpai." He said, standing and bowing quickly.

Mr. Smith turned back to the rest of the class when the boy sat back down.

"Arigato, Hera-kun," The Japanese boy muttered. However, the Greek boy was already asleep again. It was amazing how he passed any of his classes.

A/N: C'mon, admit it. That's totally something Korea would do. Oh, right, explanations.

(1)My band is quite small. We've got four flutes (That I just happen to be first chair of), one oboe, seven clarinets, three saxophones (total. One tenor and two altos), one bass clarinet, two bassoons (just got a new one today!), four trumpets (We could actually use less of them… so loud and obnoxious…), two French horns, no euphonium, two trombones, two tubas (but one of them is crippled right now and can't play), and four percussionists. At least it's not as bad as the band before us last year. Two flutes, two clarinets, one trombone, one tuba, two trumpets, three percussionists, and one French horn.

(2)Everyday, without fail, there's this one trumpet player who stands up when the conductor stands on what we refer to as 'The Podium.' (No one can step on it, or they'll face the wrath of the battle shoe. If you wanna know what it is, leave that in your review and I'll explain it in the next band chapter.) Anyways, she always yells at him, he salutes, and then sits down.

(3)This actually happened a few days ago. Except between above mentioned trumpet player and the clarinet player in front of him. The perfume conversation happened too. The conductor blamed said clarinet player and said trumpet player molested him. Yeah… our band makes me laugh. There are a lot of funny stories and inside jokes I could go into…

(4)All my friends in band call me by my last name. One time, on a grade sheet, my conductor accidently wrote my last name twice, so that's what she calls me now. Yup. And most of my other friends. It's always "Hey [insert last name here][Do the same thing here]!"

(5)It's always a little stabby in our flute section. I'm first chair (as I mentioned before) and second chair is always threatening me. Of course, when I was second chair last year and third chair was first chair, I threatened her all the time… anyway….

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