On a side note, happy St-Jean Baptiste aka Quebec Day to all my lovely Quebequoise friends! Ben, t'sais comme genre que c'est le jour du Québec, pis en tout cas, j'espère que vous aurez une mautadine de belle journée, la! I know this will be published after that, but whatever!
Arthur was whistling the Lord of the Rings soundtrack to himself when he bashed into that Hungarian girl. "You're certainly in a hurry." The Brit remarked dryly. The girl flushed. "Need photos for-"She seemed to stutter briefly. "For the newspaper!" She exclaimed. "Photos of what?" Arhur asked. "Oh, you haven't heard? Feliks and Toris are going to prom toegether!" At this moment, the girl positively squealed. "W-what?!" The boy spluttered. Feliks and Toris?! "Apparently Toris got advice from Francis!" Elizaveta giggled, then froze. "Someone kissed!" She muttered, then ran off at full speed. Arthur shivered.
"Crazy girl…" He suddenly stiffened. Advice from Francis? But that must mean-"My advice worked?!"
In truth, Toris had been so happy that he had forgotten about the near chaotic turn of events and had spread the info that he had managed it thanks to the Aunty Agony column. Arthur gave a groan. "How did that even work?!"
He straightened, and resolutedly marched off to his dorm. Grabbing his hidden stash of letters fom under the bed, he yanked it out and looked at his second letter. "This time, I'll mess up so badly they'll definitely blame Francis!", the boy thought as he reread the letter. A smirk formed on his lips. Grabbing a pen, he started to write.
Aunty Agony by Francis Bonnefoy
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!
Dear Anonymous,
What about you go attempt to kill yourself? Then the other person can rescue you and will discover their true feelings for you! Trust me! I'm French!
Chuckling darkly to himself, Arthur was about to start on a second letter when he heard a door slam open. He froze, then slammed the letters under him with superhuman speed. He turned around to find a pair of green eyes fixing him unblinkingly. "Um…Hello, Adri?" he saluted weakly. "D'you know where my cousin is, Kirkland?" she asked him coldly, eyes narrowing at whatever he was sitting on. "Um…I think Lars is having lunch?" he said, noting angrily that he managed to make it sound like a question once again. The South African girl nodded, turned on her heel and left, long hair swishing as she went. Only then did Arthur wonder how the hell she had gotten the key to the boy's dorms.
"WHAT THE-!"
Short chapter, sorry, but I wanted to break it up in two parts because Prussia's part is long, hah. Yes, hello there, South Africa, ain't you a little ray of sunshine!
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