A/N: Yay! Next chapter! Enjoy!


Chapter 2

Matthew watched his friends at the large round lunch table. Going left around the table was how his friends were seated. Miguel, a Cuban, was the first person that Matthew had become friends with that was outside of his family. The Cuban had light brown eyes and his dark brown hair was in dreads and tied back. Miguel and Alfred generally didn't see eye to eye. Matthew had no idea of why his brother didn't like the Cuban, but it was apparent that the two should never be alone in a room together...One most likely wouldn't make it back out alive.

Lovino had auburn hair and amber eyes. There was one unruly curl that stuck out on the right side of his head. Like always, he was eying all the girls that walked by. Occasionally he would give Ludwig the stink eye, but most of the time they went ignored. Lovino hated Ludwig with a passion. The auburn-haired male was Matthew's second true friend that he had acquired over the past few years. Though he was a bit foul-mouthed and was hot-tempered at times, he seemed to always have Matthew's back.

Feliciano had auburn hair just like his older twin, but his eyes were different: Feli had green eyes instead of amber. He also had a curl that wouldn't stay down but his was on the left side of his head. Feliciano was literally about four centimeters away from Ludwig. The brunette had been gazing at Ludwig for about, Matthew glanced at the clock, the past fifteen minutes, with the occasional breaks for eating his food, which consisted of pasta, pasta, and...more pasta. Normally he was either be eating pasta (usually with the away-with-the-fairies look) or talking about pasta or something else, but he usually wasn't this quiet. This was a record for the younger Italian; he would be quiet in class because he had to, but never this quiet during lunch.

Ludwig was a blond-haired, blue-eyed German. Matthew had found that pretty amusing when he first met the German, but Alfred had found it utterly hilarious. Ludwig had a strong build and might come across as cold and slightly scary. Once someone got to know him, he was probably one of the most kind and gentle people you would ever meet, though he was stern at times. Ludwig had gotten used to Feliciano's oddities, so the fact that the younger Italian was in such a close proximity didn't bother him. If Matthew didn't know any better, he would think that Ludwig secretly enjoyed Feliciano's company and close proximity. Ludwig didn't hate nor like Lovino, he only tolerated the elder Italian twin probably only for Feli's sake.

Ludwig was quietly speaking with Roderich, who was to his left and didn't look all that pleased, and Vash, who was to Roderich's left. Roderich had short brown hair, deep violet eyes behind his glasses, and a mole on the left side of his face below his mouth. He usually was a mild-mannered person unless someone managed to annoy him, which was pretty hard, well...that depended on who was annoying him: if it was Lovino, it was fairly easy to do so. He spoke German like both Ludwig and Vash, but would become annoyed when someone would mistake him for a German. He would promptly correct the person saying that he was from Austria. The past two days he had worn long-sleeves. It wasn't odd for the Austrian to do so, but it was usually uncommon for him to wear dark long-sleeves at the beginning of the school year. Usually it would be white. He would have to ask the brunette if he was okay, but he would do so in private.

Vash was a blond-haired, bluish-green eyed Swiss. He has a small habit of coming across as a cold person. It wasn't his fault; he just didn't speak to people he didn't know often. For some odd reason he kept giving odd glances towards the Austrian's arms...No, wrists. What was going on?

Yi was a Chinese exchange student. She was slightly taller than the average height for a female. She had long dark hair, light brown eyes, and was slightly pale. Yi was a bit of a mother hen at times and a bit scary at other times. She was never mean to Matthew, but she sometimes didn't get along with Al...Then again who didn't have some sort of issue with his brother? Well, except for Sakura who was seated between Yi and Alfred.

Sakura was a Japanese exchange student who had short black hair, light brown almost amber eyes, and was slightly shorter than Yi. She loved reading, especially manga, and could draw like no other. She was very quiet and usually kept to herself. She would hang around Feliciano and Ludwig at times or could be found hanging around Alfred. She and Alfred could play video games for hours on end, with no break. It continued to baffle Matthew to no end. Last semester she had told Matthew that she had a crush on his brother. Matthew wondered if she knew that Alfred didn't like her in that way and that he was after someone else.

Yi began yelling, pointing her chopsticks at Alfred, probably accusing him of something again, all the while Alfred was starring wide-eyed at the Chinese woman. "I can't believe you did that aru! You are so insensitive!" Yi slipped into Chinese, still directing the words at Alfred. Didn't she know that she was the only one who spoke and understood Chinese at their lunch table?

Sakura began trying to calm her roommate down. "Yi-chan," she uttered quietly, "you really shouldn't get so angry. It was probably an accident."

"You know good and well it wasn't! He tore up my physics paper and threw it into the trash!" Yi had thrown one of her chopsticks at Alfred, who dogged like always.

"That's what you're pissed about?" Alfred inquired while still dodging the other various objects that were being thrown his way by Yi. Honestly, she should have run out of items to throw by now.

Matthew glanced at Miguel, and then they both stared at Matthew's brother in complete disbelief, waiting for him to elaborate on the situation.

Alfred smiled sheepishly, lightly scratching the back of his head. "The papers that went into the trash were some old homework of mine." He bent down and rummaged through his backpack. Finding what he was looking for, he handed a stack of papers to Yi. "This is your Physics paper. I even proofread it!" he finished, regaining his confidence.

"You? Doing grammar and spell check? That's rich!" Lovino had finally stopped watching the girls at one of the other tables.

"Hey," Alfred began defensively, "I can write well when I want to. Can't I Mattie?"

He sighed. His did have a point. "Yes, you can. That's also why you're my partner for the project."

She stared at her paper. "...Thanks…" She grabbed her belongings and fled. Sakura, quickly grabbing her belongings, and excused herself, quickly following after her roommate.

"Oh, I almost forgot," began Roderich. "Ms. Berlin informed me that all six of us should see her after lunch."

Alfred glanced at Lovino. "But we have class after lunch."

Roderich sighed in slight annoyance. "She'll give passes to anyone who may have any classes during the time you are with her."

"Speaking of the project, do you have any relatives?" Alfred directed the question at Ludwig.

Ludwig frowned. "Of course I have relatives!" The sudden outburst startled the younger Italian beside him.

Miguel laughed. "You really aren't that bright are you, Alfred?"

Al glared at the Cuban. He turned back to Ludwig. "Do you have a brother named Gilbert Beilschmidt?"

Great. Matthew was going to ask Ludwig that in private. He had tried to get the German alone to ask him for the past day and a half, but to no avail. He figured that if he did have a brother by that name and since that he hadn't told them about him, the matter must have been private.

Ludwig froze for a split second, but he quickly recovered with a short answer, "No." Roderich frowned and glanced at Ludwig, causing the blond German to utter a few words quietly in German to the brunette. This made Roderich seem fairly annoyed.

Knowing Alfred, he wanted to reply to Ludwig's answer. Matthew made it clear to not say another word about the subject, by glaring daggers that his twin. Alfred stayed quiet for the rest of lunch.


Francis perched himself on the edge of the unconscious Spaniard's bed, blue eyes filled with worry. He glanced behind himself at Gilbert, who was leaning against the wall near the bed. "I hope he wakes soon…"

As if on cue, the brunette on the bed began to stir back into consciousness. He groaned. "I feel like I got hit by un tren," he moaned.

The Frenchman gently laughed, elated that his friend was well enough to speak. "We can assure you that you didn't get hit by one!"

"You got hit by two tranqs," Gilbert deadpanned with slight amusement in his voice.

"How long was I out this time?" Antonio paused for a split second. "Wait, why did they shoot me with tranquilizers?"

"A year," the albino uttered as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Antonio's eyes widened, fear full in his eyes. "¿Verdad?"

Red eyes glanced at the brunette in disbelief, then huffed. "No you dipshit! Just a day and a half."

"Spain attacked two people: a nurse and someone very important." Francis helped Antonio sit up.

"Who?" he tentatively asked, worry evident in his green eyes.

"Spain attacked Felix and Ivan," said Francis.

The albino smirked. "I'm surprised that they didn't put you down for good after all of the commotion. It looked like Spain wanted to kill Ivan."

The blond whipped his head around in the direction the statement came from. "How could you say such a thing?" He was appalled that Gil would say such a thing! This made him actually look at his other friend. His red eyes were slightly darker and he held himself in a slightly different way. Gilbert wasn't the one who said those horrible words; it was Prussia. Francis could tolerate Prussia as long as he wasn't being an ass to either himself or Antonio.

"What? I'm not allowed to voice my opinion?" Francis only glared at the albino. Antonio looked as if he were about to burst into tears. Prussia shrugged and left the room.

Once he was gone, Francis uttered softly, "Hey, mon ami, don't listen to him. He didn't mean it."

The Spaniard shifted and laid back down as if he were intent on going back to sleep. "Just go…"

"I came here to see if you were okay, and to get you to come and eat."

"I'm not hungry."

Francis combed his fingers through his blond, wavy hair. "Toni, you haven't eaten in over a day and a half!"

The brunette didn't respond.

Francis sighed in defeat, got up from his seated position on the bed, and left the room. Antonio would come out eventually, but he had another matter to deal with…He needed to fix Prussia. In order to do so, he needed France's help.


A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. Please review if you have time.

Translations:
un tren - a train
¿Verdad? - Really?
mon ami - my friend