Yay. Chapter two. I am so slow. Ugh. Anyway, have some Prussian awesomeness to make up for the delay.
« Kesesese…. » Gilbert Beilschmidt chuckled as he sneaked into the Gakuen Hetalia newspaper club's HQ. Behind him, his best friend Antonio followed suit meekly. The only missing part of the trio was Francis, who was visiting family somewhere for the week. Antonio and Gilbert had been very bored, so Gil, the troublemaker of the group, had suggested they go cause havoc in the newspaper. Specifically, in the Gakuen Gossip column. Which just so happened to be run by Elizaveta Herdevary, Gilbert's number one enemy (well, except for Ivan, the Russian student, but that was different.) Gil's idea was basically to grab her article and mess it up to ruin her reputation as best match guesser in school.
This was the reason Toni was currently standing at the door, looking out for her, while Gilbert sneaked over to the corner of the room. The albino immediately spotted the computer, dragged it out and opened the "Documents" folder. His eyes scanned the list of folders. "Ha!" he exclaimed, finding the "Gossip"one. He clicked on it, then swore. "Dumkopf! Of course they'll have passwords!" He hesistated, looking at the clue ("nine letters"), then typed in "yaoilover" into the computer.
Besides being the person Elizaveta fought with the most, Gilbert was also her longest friend. When they were kids, they had been inseparable, until she started behaving more "womanly" and deemed him uncouth (especially when she met his cousin Roderich Edelstein). After that, they had full on hated each other, with Gil scorning her and Eliza hitting him, and they were now in the bickering/fighting stage where they both enjoyed coming up with insults for one another. This whole thing meant that Gilbert knew her pretty well.
The computer beeped and he frowned. He sighed. There were too many things to think about. He stared out of the window, wondering what she was looking at when she wrote her password. Suddenly, Gil started. From here, he could clearly see the "Bad Touch Tree" where he, Toni and Francis hung out. An illumination strook him and he typed in "fryingpan" into the slot. Bingo.
Seeing Gil must have made her annoyed, which must have made her think of her favorite weapon to use on him: her frying pan. Gil grinned, then scrolled down until her found the most recent document. He smirked victoriously, then opened it.
Gakuen Gossip-by Elizaveta Herdevary
Prom Presumptions!
A week and a day before the school prom, and rumors are flying around. Who will go with whom? What couples will form?
Great mystery still surrounds our school heroes. Will Alfred F. Jones, our number one sportsman, go with the British gentelman we all know? Or maybe with Kiku Honda?
Here are my guesses as to what will be the most likely duos for the Prom!
A list of couples followed and Gilbert smiled. Perfect. Now all he needed to do was jumble the names around so that her predictions would turn out wrong and her reputation would crumble. He pulled out his IPhone, plugged it into the Mac, and clicked on the JUMBLR! application he had gotten from an obscure site. In a second, the names were misplaced, and the boy rubbed his hands together. The last thing he had to do was replace the page with his version in the newpaper draft, and they would publish it tonight. He clicked on the print button and waited. Just as he grabbed the sheet, however, the door swung open with a crash. Gilbert froze and stuffed the piece down his pocket. "BEILSCHMIDT?! What are you doing here?" someone screeched, and he turned to find Elizaveta glaring at him, frying pan in hand. "!" the Prussian thought, then dashed for the door. Elizaveta was about to stop him and beat him up when she saw the Mac and rushed over to see if she could repair whatever damage he had caused. Gilbert ran away to safety, cursing a Spanish boy as he went. Eliza sighed, relieved, when she saw that he hadn't finished his job properly. She deleted the document and wiped her forehead. Close call. "I'll beat him up later." She thought. She smiled wryly as she noted that the other had somehow guessed her password. Heh.
They just knew each other too well…