Here's another chapter! Sorry but I have no time to spell check! I hope you enjoy! :)
Romano P.O.V.
This is completely stupid! Yeah, I'm talking about your story you bastard author! I never even showed up ONCE in the first five chapters and now suddenly its my P.O.V.! What the hell?!
(Author: Dude you should be greatful).
Whatever! Just my luck to be in an American's story! Well since I'm narrating I might as well explain a few things. I'm sitting at home, on my couch, eating tomatoes. Where's my fratello anyway? Now that I actually start thinking about it, Veneziano has been acting completely idiotic and stupid. He hasn't shouted, "GERMANY!" like a sissy girl in ages. Not to mention that I haven't seen him at all today. Where the hell could he be ….?
Wait! Don't tell me he was kidnapped! My little brother was kidnapped! That has to be it! He's nowhere to be found!
Who would kidnap fratello anyway?
…..
Oh no …. DON'T TELL ME-!
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Knock! Knock!
"Bonjour?" Came that French bastard's annoying voice.
Immediately once he peaked through his door I slapped his face and grabbed hold of his shirt collar. He screamed as I shook him back in forth.
"My beautiful face!"
"Who cares about your damn face! What have you done to my fratello?! ANSWER ME NOW DICK FACE!"
"Please stop shaking me! You're giving me a head ache!"
"NO!"
"Please~!" He tried to give me a seductive wink.
Ew.
I dropped him to the ground and he landed with a loud thud. Ha! What an IDIOTA! "Now tell me french bastard … WHERE IS MY FRATELLO?!"
The bearded man slowly sat up on his knees and cried, "I don't know! I haven't seen Italy in ages!"
"CHIGI! You lie!"
"I'm not lying!" He saw the deadly look in my eye and began to cower in fear. "I'm telling the truth. I don't know where Italy is! But you could always ask that secousse, Germany!"
The Potato bastard, uh?
Once it was obvious that I was done hurting him, the French jerk jumped to his feet and stood by his door, ready to close it. "If you find Italy tell me okay?" A sly grin appeared on his face. I really didn't like that. "And then maybe I could come over and we could spend then night to-"
I slammed the door in his face and continued onward to the Potato Bastard's house.
Hungary P.O.V.
Italy and America sat on my couch and I sat across from them. Nothing was out of the ordinary (surprising because I know how these two work and that means something weird should be happening right about now). Although there was definitely an awkward silence.
They just stared at me, well more like Italy was staring at me with his usual happy smile. America's eyes danced around looking right to left. It was obvious he was avoiding eye contact with me. Why was he so freaked out any- oh … the frying pan incident.
Of course, I was very angry and there was dried ketchup plastered all over my skillet at the time (EW!) but that happened over a century ago. Its not like I hate him or any- …. Okay maybe I hate him a little but that has nothing to do with the frying pan incedent. I only hate him because I dislike his hamburgers and his government.
"So," I began, "I should probably get some text books or something."
Italy nor America replyed so I assumed that was a 'yes'. Slowly, I got up and made my way up my creaky wooden stairs. I really needed to get them replaced.
After checking my attic for left over text books and finding three huge ones (I wonder why I even have them), I walked down the stairs and into the living room. "Here you go, gyermek," I chimed, handing one to Italy.
"Graztie!" He beamed. Aw! So cute!
"And one for you." I handed the second text book to America who looked about ready to run away. He reached out for the book but then I pulled it away from his reach. "Méz, I'm not angry with you alright? Just relax."
Finally, America's eyes traveled over to meet mine. "What? I am relaxed," he mumbled.
I frowned. It was obvious he was lying. Poor guy can only lie to himself. "No, you're not. I said I'm not angry so you have nothing to worry about." I didn't hear a response from the American so I continued over to my seat across from them. Truthfully, I had no idea what was even in these random science books so I flipped through the pages and scanned over the words. There were a few notes on mass and gravity and pressure. Then they had a few lessons on chemical reactions and … did that just say 'How a toaster works'? Why is that in a science book?
What should I start with first?
Lets just start with the basics like force or friction. "Class," I adressed them using a very solemn yet demanding voice."Please turn your pages to page … 98."
Without questioning the reason why I called just two people 'class' they did as they were told.
"AH!" America yelped, staring down at his book.
"W-What is it?" I asked.
He kept his eyes on the page as he exclaimed, "There are too many words! It hurts my eyes!" To prove what he said was true, America began violently rubbing his eyes, causing me to sigh. Good grief.
Italy patted America's shoulder. "Don't worry! All these hard, smart, yet very terrifying words will make sense soon because we have Miss Hungary to teach us!"
Awww … that's so flattering. And he put a lot of faith in me. I had to be successful, for Italy!
"Alright students, I will read aloud andyou will follow with your eyes."
"What does that mean?" Italy asked with an innocent face.
He really wasn't that bright was he? "It means you read in your head while I read out loud."
"But wait, wouldn't that just confuse us?" asked America.
"No, because you will be following."
"But what if we can't keep up?"
My eyebrow twitched. "Well, technically you're not reading. Its more like you're skimming over the words while I say them."
"But then if we're just skimming, wouldn't you not be able to keep up?"
Is he really this stupid?
"No, I'm perfectly fine. I can handle it." Heaving a sigh I continued. "Look at paragraph one … and if you can't tell how to single out a paragraph just place your finger on the first sentence you see."
America and Italy did so.
"I will read, and you will skim. Now, let's begin." I began to read, "What is force? A force is a push or pull, or any action that has the ability to change motion. The golf ball will stay at rest until you apply a force to set it in motion. Once the ball is moving, it will continue to move in a straightline line until at a constant speed, unless another force changes its motion.
"Newton's First Law, this law stated that objects tend to continue the motion they already have unless they are acted on by another force-"
"Wait, didn't you already say that? And who is this Newton dud- I mean guy- anyway?" America interrupted.
"Newton was an English Physicist and mathematician who was one of the most brilliant scientists in History in the 1600- 1700s," I answered.
"Oh, he's from Britain. That explains it," America snorted. "Those guys are total snobs and brainiacs."
I frowned and I could've sworn I heard some Brit somewhere who sounded like England shout, 'Shut up, you stupid Git!'. I could hear it so clearly too. It almost sounded as if England was right outside my win-
Swiftly I turned my head to the window and saw nothing through the glass. Hmm …. That was odd.
Turning my attention back to America, I said, "As for your other question, the book tends to repeat itself so you might as well get used to it." I didn't know for sure but most science books did that. "Now, lets go on. Inertia: Inertia is the property of an object that resists changes in its motion." My eyes glanced up at them to them staring blankly into their books. "Um … can anyone repeat what I just said?"
Italy's hand shot up right away. Good! I'm glad he's actually paying atten-
"Do you have Pasta?!"
I could almost feel my sould being ripped out of me and leaving my body to rot. "Not right now," was my small reply. Why, Italy?! WHY?!
The young Italian's smile dropped and his attention turned back to the book.
"You said that Inertia is something that doesn't allow change in how something is moving, right?"
My head spun at the cound of America's voice. Did he just … say the right answer? "Y-Yes, you're right. It is a property that resists change in an objects motion."
It was obvious that America was mentally jumping up and down and shouting, 'hurray! I'm smart!'
Oh? So he thinks he's smart, huh? Lets see how he deals with calculating acceleration!
Romano P.O.V.
I was completely out of breath by the time I reached the Potato bastartd's house. I had to walk by a bunch of backwards and judgemental Germans! It was painful! But I had to keep moving, for my stupid fratello!
I began to knock franticly on the potato bastard's door. "Potato bastard! Potato bastard open up!" When no one came to the door I shouted, "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"
The door swung open violently and the other potato bastard appeared.
"What the hell?!" He exclaimed. "Oh, its you. Hold on, let me get West." He turned his head inside the house and shouted, "West! Come down here!" With one more glance my way he said, "He'll be here in a second."
Actually it practically was a second. The potato bastard appeared and shooed off the older potato bastard right away. Stupid imbecile being punctual as always! "Ah, Romano," he greeted. "Vhat did you want?"
Oh, yeah. This guy took my brother. "Listen here Potato-"
"Oh, before you say anything … have you seen Italy? I can't seem to find him anywhere," said the stupid blondie.
Wait …. Did that mean that the Potato Bastard DOESN'T have fratello. T-Then that means … the only person left is ... R-RUSSIA!
Without warning I grabbed the potato bastard by the shirt and dragged him away from the house. "COME WITH ME!"
"HUH?! R-Romano, let go! Vhere are you taking me?!"
I did not respond and I didn't care about the potato bastard's protests either. There was no way in hell I was going to Russia's house alone. Truth be told I probably would've started a funeral for Fratello right about now, but I couldn't, Why? Because I was tired of running away like a coward! I was going to face my fears! And I sure as hell was going to put that Russian bastard in his place for taking my fratello!
I will fight, for pride and for PIZZA!
Hungary's P.O.V.
I swear I can see England outside my window. I'm sure its England … unless it's Prussia trying to make me think its England so I'll beat the wrong person up. Well, whatever. I couldn't worry about that at the moment. I was too busy freaking out. America was … how should I say it? He was kicking science's stupid American had a natural talent for finding resistance! He immediately picked up on Ohm's Law and he completely beat up chemical reactions! Is there an apocolypse coming?!
At the moment, America and Italy were finishing up some old science work sheets I had found lying around somewhere. Of course, Italy was struggling just a little but he got the jist of it. I smiled triumphantly. I was teaching them! And I was teaching them correctly!
"Um, Hungary?"
My eyes wandered over to America. "Yes? What is it?"
He didn't speak right away but after a moment of hesistation, he said, "Um … I just wanted to um … say that-" He nervously readjusted his glasses. " … That I'm … I'm really, really sorry about the frying pan incident! And thank you for teaching me! I feel so smart and energetic and happy! Thank you very much!" He exclaimed leaving me with my mouth gaping open. "Thanks to you, I'm at least a little smarter. You're my hero!"
Italy smiled as well. "Yeah! Thanks Miss Hungary! You're my hero too!"
The two boys immediately glomped me. If I were standing up I'd probably be on the floor by now. "Um … you're welcome?" This was interesting. They seemed to be happy with my teaching and America actually said thank you. Interesting indeed. Maybe I should become a teacher … Nah.
I rubbed both of their heads awkwardly. Although I was flattered I really wanted them to get off me. "And thank you for your hard work …. C-could you get off of me?"
It took a while but they finally realized that had basically tackled me and immediately got off. "S-Sorry, Miss Hungary!" Italy chimed, although he didn't seem sorry.
I smiled anyway. "Its no problem." I glanced up at the clock. It was already 9:30 PM. "Did you boys still want to go at it?"
The two gave me determined faces (which kind of scared me) and nodded.
"Alright then, I'll go make some coffee." I trudged off into the kitchen, a smile still glued to my face. I was extremely happy. As I made my way to the coffee maker I spotted a bloch of yellow outside the window. Yep, I knew it.
England P.O.V.
Was she making coffee? Speaking of which, I'm pretty hungry. I've been out here for hours! What the hell is wrong with me?! Oh well, whatever, I'll just sneak in while she and the two idiots aren't looking and take something. Yeah! That's what I'll do! I'll-
Quickly I duched as she faced the window. I could somewhat hear her footsteps as hse got closer. Suddenly the window above me opened and she walked away. Oh god that was close! I heeved a sigh of relief. Thank god … I thought for sure –
"I know you're there England," came Hungary's voice from inside.
Oh, shit.
Well, that's it for now! :)