It's New Year's as I write this, and I'm watching the ball drop...

...so shiny and bright, and stuff. Yeah.

I don't own!

The first day of school was over, and everyone had a pile of homework. Everyone was working on it except Gilbert and Matthew. They had done most of it at lunch so they could prepare for their prank. Alfred was in on the prank, and lent them some of Arthur's fabrics (Arthur thought they were a secret). Matthew brought them out, and Gilbert whistled.

"Where'd you get all that fabric? I didn't even see you leave the school?" Gilbert asked.

"Alfred gave them to me, but his source is a secret." Matthew replied. They set to work on the fabric. Matthew cut and Gilbert sowed, but Gilbert was absolutely horriblwe at sowing, so Matthew ended up doing the sowing. An hour later, Gilbert held up his so-called masterpiece.

"Hm...The sowing's a bit off, but it's pretty good." Gilbert said.

"Why don't you try sowing again!" Matthew said.

"Hm...nah. You know I'm horrible at sowing."

"And yet you critize me..."

They continued making their "masterpieces" for most of the night, and then delivered them.

~Hetalia~

Francis woke up, and yawned. He had no roomate since his previous ones complained that he had the "libido of a rabbit." Figure that out yourself.

He showered, and when he opened his wardrobe (Yes, he has a wardrobe, cause he's fashionable like that.), he let out an earsplitting scream.

"Wake up, tomato bastard!" Lovino yelled. He had been trying to wake up Antonio for longer than eternity.

"Eh...I've been awake this whole time Lovi..." Antonio said.

"WHAT! You bastard!" Lovino said, punching Antonio's chest in a futile attempt to hurt him.

Antonio had finished showering and asked Lovino to get his clothes. Lovino opened Antonio's closet, and immediately closed it again. What the hell, I'm probably dreaming... Lovino thought, his back against the closed closet door. He opened it again and peeked inside. "Uh...tomato bastard, you might wanna see this..." Lovino called out.

"AY DIOS MIO!" Antonio yelled when he glimpsed the clothing in his closet.

Matthew sleepily slid into a seat for homeroom.

"Dude, did you sleep at all last night? You look like a zombie!" Alfred said. Then Gilbert walked in. "You do too!" he nearly-yelled, pointing at Gilbert. He latched on to Arthur. "It's the zombie apocalypse! Call your unicorn fluffy and we shall fly off!" he yelled.

Matthew and Gilbert just stared, dumbstruck. "Please excuse Alfred. He was up all night doing his homework, and now he's running purely on coffee." Arthur said.

"Eh..." Matthew said. So this is why Mom kept coffee away from Alfred, he thought. Alfred just smiled brightly and tugged on Matthew's curl. He turned bright red.

"P-please don't touch that." He sais.

"Oh? Why? YOU MAD, BRO?" He said the last part when Matthew pulled a frustrated look.

"Eh...No, it's just, er..."

"It's an erogenous zone, isn't it?"

"EH! NO! It just hurts! That's all!" Matthew lied.

"ORLLY!" Alfred said- literally. He spelled it out O-R-L-L-Y. "HEY EVERYONE! MATTHEW HAS A-mmph!" Alfred was rudely cut off by Arthur's hand.

"You can't tell everyone that, wanker!" He then bent down and whispered in Alfred's ear, "Or I'll tell everyone about your cowlick!"

Alfred's eyes widened. He shook his head vigorously. Arthur let go. Alfred rubbed the back of his neck and blushed. Arthur had known about his erogenous zone for quite a while. How he found out was actually embarrassing.

"What did you tell him?" Gilbert asked.

"Well-WHAT THE HELL!" Arthur yelled pointing at someone in the door. Everyone whirled around to see Francis. In a dress. Not just any dress, but a glittery, tight dress that stopped six inches above the knees.

Arthur, Alfred, Gilbert, Matthew, and about 59 percent of the rest of the class nearly died laughing. The rest nearly died of a nosebleed, despite the fact Francis didn't shave his legs.

"Why, h-hello Franny Bonnefoy! Are you new here?" Arthur laughed.

"What hairy legs you have, Franny!" Alfred joked.

Francis scowled. "You guys are just jealous you won't ever look as fabulous as I do in a dress!"

Lovino's voice could be heard. "Stay 10 feet away from me, bastard!" he yelled.

"Aw~, but Lovi, you know you love my miniskirt!" Antonio's voice clearly said. Alfred shuddered. Antonio in a miniskirt was going to be hell. Don't even mention when he stayed over with Gilbert and Francis for New Years.

"Hola, everyone! How do I look!" Antonio said, striking a pose. Everyone groaned. Two guys in girls clothes to start the school year...

Everyone sweatdrooped.

I literally finished writing this with the end of 2012...Weird...

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

FELIZ ANO NUEVO!(Sorry for not being abble to type the accents X.X)