SSF: HAPPY FINALS EVERYONE!
England: Don't be 'happy' about it Felicia, You still have to take your driver's test
SSF: In the summer I will, I'm not risking an accident in the snow, you have no idea how brutal the winter is in Minnesota, my state is next door to fucking Canada! No offense lad
Canada: none taken...
SSF: Anyway, when summer comes, I'll be taking my test, then I'll register for college, then...fuck. On a lighter note: Detour is coming up, I hope to see everyone there. Now then: About Dreams Come True, I'll probably rewrite it, to be fair I don't know...Actually fuck it all, I'm not going to write a sequal. I'm sorry everyone.
I don't own Hetalia, I own Tori, and only Tori. Ladies and Gentlemen; Monsiour and Madmosiels, I present to you: Chapter 23, the first half of Finals
Chapter 23
Today was the day, the dreaded day everyone feared and spent dead week on to prepare, the first half of finals, Tori had to take his in Science, History (from ALL of his History Classes), and Mathematics. He was in the cafeteria, where everyone was quiet and reading, then again, no-one wanted to flunk this test. He got up and got a light breakfast, he didn't even bother with the fruit, he just grabbed the first thing he saw and went to his table eating, and reading like a mindless zombie. Just like everyone else in the room.
Mr. Romulus Vargus, the Dean of the school was giving the speech about the rules and guidelines of the finals, everyone was required to bring some form of snack seeing as lunch time was going to be skipped and that they should have enough snacks to hold them off until dinner rolled around, no pens were allowed, number two pencils are the only pencils required for this, MP3s and CD players were allowed as long as they don't prove too much of a distraction, and cellphones were to be left at the dorm rooms. Tori looked in the brown bag he brought, he only had a sandwich, an apple, a water bottle and chips. There was no way this could last him all day.
Once the speech was finished, Tori decided to get some more food before his first final began. He went to the front of the cafeteria, hoping he can find something to eat. Unfortunately, there was no more food left for him to take. Not the one to give up easily, he decided to look elsewhere. Who would always have food on them? Feliciano and Lovino always had food! They're always making something to eat. Hopefully, he could catch them before they went to their finals. Tori ran as quick as he could to the brothers' room, hoping they would be there. He knocked on the door, and waited for an answer. After waiting for a couple of minutes to complete silence, he sighed sadly and walked away. He had a final in a half an hour, and should be studying. Food would have to wait until he was done with his finals. He just hoped he could last that long.
"Here."
Tori glanced up to see Mikhail and Matthew smiling at him. In Mikhail's out stretched hand was a blue colored box. Knowing they were going to get the question, Mikhail cleared his throat and began speaking in a rather outrageous British accent. "There's going to always be that one student who will forget to prepare for the week full of tests we're about to do..." Giggling, Matthew finished in his own rendition of Arthur's voice, "So we take these around to all of the students and make sure to tell them it's reusable for the whole week and go to the students you know won't prepare until last minute like your sodding brother Alfred."
"Sounds like him," Tori said, giggling lightly. "We had extras so we were handing them out to friends," the Canadian added. "We've picked out ours and we looked through this one and figured you'd enjoy the one with the cookies in it," Tori accepted the box and thanked them with a hug, they headed off to where their testing locations were, Matthew had to be down in the shop room downstairs towards the basement area, Mikhail had to be in the gazebo outside (it was big enough for about ten to eleven kids plus one teacher) in the cold weather, Tori on the other hand had to go towards the clock tower at the top of the school, meaning he had to take two different elevators to get up there.
Tori sighed. He always knew classes would never be easy for him, so why did he thought finals would? He began the difficult ascent to the clock tower. To him, it felt like he was climbing Mount Everest. He was nervous about the final. Would his studying pay off? Would he pass? Would he fail? He couldn't think about now. He had to be positive. He could do this! He could pass this! He...just got stuck in the elevator. Looking at his watch, Tori decided that he had better get going to get there on time. He shuddered at the thought of what might happen if he were late. Talk about a horrible ending to an already bad day. Did Tori ever mention how much he hated finals? He hit the button and rode up to the top floor, to catch the other one up to the tower, he couldn't help but to feel sick to his stomach, once he got off he leaned by the window and paled, it was a long way down for sure, but that's not why he's upset, bell towers mean bats, and he hated bats, he was terrified of them.
"Don't throw up now" Tori jumped and looked to see Mathias, the Danish boy with his hair sticking up, and arrogant grin, but not as arrogant as Gilbert's. Tori went up to him and the other elevator,
"I'm not sick Mathias, just nervous, not of the exams either" He said.
"What about being up here makes you nervous?" the Danish inquired, it wasn't the first time he had to take a test in the oddest place, actually the school itself made sure tests were in the oddest place. Tori watched as the glass elevator took them up, he watched as the ground bellow slowly turned smaller and smaller, if he didn't know better, he would have thought to be going to heaven.
"Well, we're going in like a tower right?" the smaller teen asked
"Yeah, we get a sweet view of the courtyard from the height!"
"The courtyard won't be what I'm looking at..."
Mathias tilted his head, slightly confused, "What do you mean?"
"Are there," Tori paused to gulp lightly at the though, "bats in the tower?"
Letting out a laugh, Mathias patted the boy's back, "It's a tower, isn't it? Of course there's bats!" Before Tori could react, the door opened and the two were greeted to a small setting with desks and other students.
"What's the matter Tori? Scared about some bats?" Mathias teased as they walked to their seats. Tori shot a glare.
"Shut up, I just don't like them. Nothing wrong about that"
"Yeah, there isn't until they come when the bell strikes on the hour." Tori groaned as he turned to the door waiting for the professor to arrive. As the students came in one by one taking their seats, the professor arrived; Tori inwardly paled, Naran, a Mongolian with an iron fist. Now let's use our imaginations: Remember how harsh Evlyn is when she does her class? She is more of a internment camp director who watches over like a hawk, Naran however; is like a military leader, he would be the type of leader with iron fists...with spikes. If you believed Evlyn was terrible, then you're in for a big surprise.
Naran took his spot at the desk and faced his students, smiling as they flinched under his gaze, grabbing the test packets and handing them out,
"History, a lovely thing, I do hope you paid attention in our classes, because if you didn't I'm throwing you out of the tower."Once he reached Tori's desk he set the book down in front of him, turning to return to the desk. And turned to the students, "Let the Finals begin!" As soon as he said those four words everyone immediately picked up a pencil and started to work on the finals.
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"How did Osiris became the god of the underworld?"
Tori's eyes lit up at the question, finally something easy! Something anyone could answer in precise detail, he smiled and began writing down the mythology of Set, of how he mutilated his own brother, causing Isis to reassemble Osiris' corpse, and anything else about the story. It was probably the only topic in history that Tori whipped by in a breeze. This uld be a sitch! Tori thought as he continued working on his final writing in answer for answer. Oh yeah this would be piece of cake. That was all until he got to the essay question. An essay question wouldn't be so hard if it was about a topic that he knew. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case with Tori. He had to get a question about the Hundred Years' War and how the winning country got advantage over the losing country to win, and he had to identify which country won and lost respectively. And if that didn't add anymore pressure, it was worth 50 points on this final. If he failed the essay, then he would fail the final.
"Pencils down, time for a break"
Tori sighed in relief and took his bag out and turned his iPod off, he leaned back and took a bite out of the apple, he looked at the time; it was only twelve noon, another five to six hours and he would be able to leave here to dinner and finally to his room. He looked back to the Mongolian teacher and saw him keeping tabs on the time as well as the, students, the teacher looked towards the young silver eyed boy,
"I trust the test is easy for you Mr. honor student?" this caused the rest of the class to look at Tori causing him to pause in drinking his water. Naran walked over and picked up the iPod and looked at it, "What were you listening to?" he looked at the screen, "Ahh Love Never Dies, a wonderful musical" he set the device down. "Perfect choice for easing your nerves." He turned and went back to the desk. "Break over. Back to the finals!"
Tori sighed and put away his iPod. He would have to listen to the rest of 'Love Never Dies' once his final was complete. He walked back to his desk and continued where he left on his exam. The Hundred Years War as his essay topic. He sighed. What did he know about the Hundred Years War. Britain and France were the countries mainly involved in the war. It resulted in victory for France. But what else was there? What else could he write about? Joan of Arc! He knew a lot about her! Luck was really on his side! Searching through his memory to find anything and everything he knew about Joan of Arc, his pencil started to fly across the paper quickly. Reading over the question once again, he made it known that England had lost partially to the fault of the weak leadership of their youngest king, Henry VI and that their lack of long bowmen and poor military leadership by that time didn't help. Huffing to himself lightly, he read his answer over again. Would it be good enough? Did he cover everything? The fear of failing hung over him like a dark cloud ready to burst with rain and thunder. Failing was not an option for him! Eventually, the hours had passed and the clock chimed five, the first half of the finals were over. Everyone handed in their thick packet and started to pour out of the tower into the elevator going back down to the main floor so they could get a well deserved meal, some real food instead of a bagged lunch prepared in less than thirty minutes, and just like that, the entire cafeteria was full of students lining up for food.
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"Finally the first part is over!" Mikhail laughed at Alfred's reaction a bit and took a bite of steak,
"Just wait until the second part of the finals Alfred,"
"Dude, did you really have to bring that up?" Tori laughed at the American's reaction and sat down with his tray,
"Look, at least it's over, we don't have to worry much now, besides now that we have that long gap people are preparing for the Cards Festival."
The Cards festival, they hold it every other year, every spring. It was the school's rendition of a Renaissance Festival, there were three 'royals' in each suit, the king, the queen and the faithful jack. Each of the three suits in the four kingdoms had to make a design of their attire to make, so far the school had one completed set: Diamonds, they were still waiting on Spades, Clubs and Hearts. Tori had a grin, he was free, he could work behind the scenes and get some of the things ready. Mikhail saw the grin, and crossed his arms,
"What are you planning?"
"Nothing" came the innocent reply. Yeah, with the time between now and the next finals, everyone will be able to work on the festival as well as have the time to themselves. The only problem is the waiting time.
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Notes:
Mongolia/Naran: Ever had that one teacher who makes that ONE STUDENT the center of attention in the most uneasy way to see them squirm under pressure? The one teacher who pretends to be your buddy but makes the situation nervewracking to the point where you could just burst under pressure? That one. Teacher, who'se major goal in life is to make every student walk out of the classroom crying in their homes?Yes, that's what Mongolia's role is here
Love Never Dies: Sequal to the Phantom of the Opera
Cards Festiva: Cardverse, I'm still working on the pictures