Hi, Awesome Maple here, sorry for the delay AGAIN, hope you enjoy this chapter where poor Arthur is creeped by the letters he got!

"ANTONIO!" an angry albino charged towards his friend with rage in his eyes. "Heh, hola Gilbert!" the Spaniard said nervously. Gilbert scowled darkly at him, then added: "Weren't you, by any chance, meant to keep guard in case the psycho Hungarian turned up?" Antonio paled. "Oh, I am so sorry! You see, I saw Lovi falling down the stairs over there and so I-" The other groaned. Anything involving the angry Italian would've pulled his friend away. "Ugh, you suck." the Prussian declared. "Ah, I am really sorry, Gil! Quieres una tomate para te sentir mejores?" Antonio asked. "No, quiero that you talk in English, retard." Gil said, lightly hitting him on the back of his head.

Antonio grinned sheepishly. "Ah, I'm really sorry though…" Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever, but if Elizaveta catches me you're going down with me." He turned and noticed his friend looking at him closely. "What?!" he asked. "Huh?" Antonio asked, snapping out of it. "Can't take your eyes off me, Toni. Now, I know that I'm awesomely good looking, but…" the teenager drawled. The two laughed. "Nah, I just, uh, zoned out." Antonio said. His friend frowned. Toni was not a good liar. Oh, well. He was probably dreaming about Lovino or something. With a shrug, Gilbert started walking towards the bad Touch Tree, Antonio at his side.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" an angry Brit exclaimed. He stared in dismay at the large heap of letters on the desk before him. He had just opened the locker with the letters for the week, and now… "Damn that idiot…" Arthur groaned. The week before prom! Of course there was going to be a ton of letters! He started panicking at the sheer amount. "Calm down, Arthur, it's going to be ok, what about you sort them into categories?" he told himself. Arthur took a deep breath, then sat down and read the first letter.

Dear Aunty Agony,

I like an awesome person who totally deserves me, but sadly, they seem to hate me…I always act super friendly and affectionate to them, but they just glare at me or complain about me being a Dani-uh, I mean, just an idiot. I dunno though, I think they like me…

Any advice would be cool!

The British boy frowned. "Well, that can go in the, uh, love/hate pile!" he thought. He placed it aside.

Um, hi!

I like this person who is kinda my best friend…We've had falling outs but we're really close…Anyway, I would really like to ask them to prom but the person is really unpredictable and if they say no it'll be really akward…What should I do?

Thank you very much!

"Uhhhhh….The akward relationship pile?" Arthur mused. "Yes, that'll do." He placed the letter neatly on the desk.

I would like to ask an amazing girl to prom. Two problems: one, she is my sister. Ok, so we're different here at Gakuen. Nations and all that. But still. Two: I think she wants to go with this total retard I absolutedly detest. What should I tell her?

PS: You give me bad advice and I will kill you with your own shiny hair, Frenchy.

Arthur's eyes bulged as he read the last part. Hey! A chance to get the frog killed! He was going to enjoy himself after all! He sobered again when he remembered the pile of letters he had left. "Brother/sister complex?"

"…"

"Man, this sucks."

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" Arthur screeched, looking at the three piles of sorted letters. "WHAT OS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE?!" The three cathegories had been the ONLY ONES he had! The smallest one was the akward relationships one, followed by the quite large "Brother/sister" one, while the "Love/Hate" one fairly reached the ceiling. "I'm surrounded by maniacs…" he sighed. "I guess I should start answering…"

There, you'll be able to read his "advice" for four of the letters in Chapter 3!

Guess who wrote those three? If you guess right you win a prize!

Hah. Well.

Hola: hello

Quieres una (..) mejores?: Do you want a tomato to feel better?