AN- Hello everyone, it's me again! :D Yeah, well I'm gonna post up another chapter. Hooray for non-laziness! \^o^/ Okay so let's see, ah well in this chapter we meet new characters. Woah!

Enjoy~

Chapter 2 -

I hate to admit it, but America is a beautiful country. Not as beautiful as Italia, but close enough. So many tall, sky high buildings that seem to never end and all the different, unique people sure are sights to ogle. Everyone is pretty much driving foreign cars that they bought from dealerships, except Nonno.
My grandfather is driving his 2007 Lamborghini Gallardo Nera which was literally bought and brought back from Italy to America. How did he afford such a beauty?
No clue.

"Alright Romeo, we are here." I snap out of my mindless thoughts and look out the car window. Romeo's school is normal; bar gates that fence a single, two story building and a decent amount of green grass to run around with a playground. Typical, but different from what you see in the movies.

My brother grabs his backpack and opens the car door. "Va bene, ci vediamo tutti quando torno a casa."

"Romeo speak in English." Nonno replies, but Romeo is already running towards the school.

That kid needs to listen to Nonno more.

~Ve

World Academy, the school where students from different countries are able to come together. A private school where children have the opportunity to earn a proper education. A school where the only way to get accepted is either by money or intelligence, a.k.a. a scholarship. It is simply really, you can pay for your child to enter the school and even let them live in the dorms. If you do not have the money then your child can get in by "scholarships." Intelligence is the key to earning a scholarship. Simple, right?

Feliciano has neither, unless you count art as intelligence. The only reason he got accepted into this school is because of Nonno.

Our grandfather is the principle of World Academy.
The minute Feliciano finished secondary school my brothers and I hopped on a plane and arrived in the U.S.
Nonno explained to our father that he wanted his grandsons to have a better education for our future. So now Feliciano and I are entering this academy as high school students. Romeo will enter next year once he finishes the eighth grade.
Feliciano and Romeo got accepted into this school because of our grandpa, since Nonno is the principle they have the privilege to enter for free.

I do too, but I'm not some lazy ass who's using Nonno to get in the school! Unlike my brothers I have a brain! Yes I do, and therefore my high grades are the second reason why I'm attending this school.

"Okay boys, I'm dropping you off here. I have to park behind the school in the teacher's parking lot and check paperwork in the front office." Nonno says as he stops the car. "You know, principle business."

Glancing out the glass window, I notice that students are staring at us. Why the fuck are these assholes staring!? Don't they have be-
Oh! I see now. It's the car. Not many people in America can afford to drive around in this baby!

"Lovino?"

I blink and face my grandpa. Fuck, am I smiling? "Che cosa vuoi?" Instead of waiting for an answer, I snatch my backpack from between my feet and push open the car door.

I hear another car door open and immediately know who it is. "Fratello wait!"

I don't have time to wait. I scan the campus, searching for a map or clue that will lead to the gym. Nonno said that they were passing out our schedules in the gymnasium. Seeing multiple number of people going to the left I follow, hoping that the gym is over there. Once I'm all set and ready, then I'll explore the fucking school.

"Students are to receive their class schedules at the gym. Then they are to head to their homerooms!" A voice calls out through what I'm guessing is a speaker.

Oh yeah, you couldn't have mentioned where the gym was at, could you?

"La palestra è proprio qui!"
Was that another Italian student? Wouldn't be surprised, teens from different countries are suppose to be here.

Okay now to find that gym! Staring up at the buildings, I look for a sign and what do you know, there's one! It wasn't hard to find, I mean there's a huge poster that reads 'Pick Up Schedules Here!' on the side of the building.

"Arthur! Hey Arthur, over here!"

"Bruder, bitte hör auf zu schrein. Die Menschen sind starrte."

"Nein, ze' Awesome Me needs to be louder!"

"Like, this year is totally gonna be like, fun!"

God, people here are annoying! I take one step in the gym and my ears go deaf. So many fuckers are talking all at once and to make things worse, the voices bounce off the walls which create echoes. Plus the lines to get our schedules are long as hell!
I search the line with the last names that start with 'V' and find it, not too many people waiting. I get in line and look at the people around me. Most of the kids look American, but a lot appear from another country. I wonder what classes I got this year, I hope I'm not stuck with a bunch of idiots.

"Son, do you understand English?"

"What?" When the hell did I get to the front of the line?! I should stop spacing out.

"I asked if you understand English."

"Obviously I do, I mean I'm fucking talking to you in English!" Okay, I just cussed at a teacher, but who cares!

The lady's mouth forms an 'O' which makes her resemble a fish out of water. "Young man you are not allowed to use that language here. But, since this is the first day of school I am letting that slide!"

Ha, this won't be the last time you hear me cuss.

"Whatever.." I grumble, avoiding her eyes.

The lady tries to keep her hand from twitching, but I notice it. "Last name?"

"Vargas." Her eyebrows rise up in surprise, but those brown eyes stay focus on the stack of papers.

She flips from one paper to another until she plucks out a green sheet. "Feliciano?"

I glare at her and begin to scowl. "No! Lovino dammit!" I shout. My voice echoes around the gym and causes to have numerous people stare at me. "My name is Lovino Vargas!"

Instead of arguing with me, the lady hands me my schedule, which is under Feliciano's, and I gladly snatch it out of her hand. "Have a wonderful school year Mr. Lovino Vargas."

I walk away from the mean lady and stand in a corner. I check out my classes and smile to myself. Just as I expected, all Honor classes. Didn't I mention I'm smart? Well lookey here and check out my classes.

Last Name_Middle Name_ First Name_Sex_Grade_I.D. #_ Homeroom
Vargas... Romano... Lovino... Male. 10th/Sophomore. 4129272. Ms. Rodriguez.

Period/Room Number - Subject - Teacher -

Homeroom/258- No Subject. Ms. Rodriguez

Period 1/185- English Honors III. Mrs. Schnorr

Period 2/210- Physical Education. Mr. Henderson

Period 3/250- World History A.P. Mr. Thicke

Lunch Hour. No teacher

Period 4/374- Culinary I-II. Mrs. Solo

Period 5/178- Algebra Honors III. Mr. Castro

Period 6/192- Chemistry Honors I. Mrs. Sanchez

Period 7/300- Music/Orchestra. Mrs. Howard

Yeah, I got boring classes this year. Except Orchestra, I love music and I have a knack for a certain instrument.
Anyways, I guess I should head to my homeroom now. The lines are getting smaller which means everyone is going to class. Tightening the grip on my backpack, I head towards the exit.

"Fratello! Have you gotten your classes yet?" Aw fuck! Here we go again...

Feliciano is wearing his stupid smile as usual and has a daze look in his eyes. "Yes I have. Now excuse me, I have to go to class."

"Oh, but Lovino where's your I.D.?" Crap, I hope I didn't leave it in the car!

"It's in my backpack. I'll get it out later." Feliciano tilts his head to the right and utters a small 'Ve.' "I have to go Feliciano. Maybe I'll see you at lunch?"

My brother's smile grows again and he waves me off while skipping to the 'V' line.

~Ve

As I head to room 258, I can hear the kids around me talking in different languages. Most of the talking is in English, which I realize is the mandatory language here.

And then I end up in front of a gray, wooden door with a plaque that reads 'Ms. Rodriguez's Room.' Scowling, I place my hand on the handle and push open the door. Walking inside the class I immediately notice all the pairs of eyes staring at me.
Sheesh, it's rude to stare.

"Good morning!"

Dammit, there's only one seat left. Am I that late? Ignoring the teacher, I head to the last row in the back of the classroom and sit in the desk that is the middle seat. Once I get comfortable in my seat (which isn't even that comfortable) I glance around the classroom and see all the kids talking to each other. I'm just sitting here, alone...

"Alright class, welcome to another year at World Academy!" All talking in the class ceases and multiple pairs of eyes land on the teacher, including my own. "I'm Ms. Rodriguez, your Homeroom teacher this year and one of the English teachers."

Cristo, this lady is gorgeous! Her brown hair is tied up in a ponytail and her sparkly blue eyes hide behind square framed glasses. The blouse she's wearing seems about ready to pop because of her busty chest.

I like her already.

"How about we introduce ourselves?" She says. "Say our name, where we came from, and something we like to do. Fun, right?"

Ah, her voice reminds me of morning, church bells back in Italy. Perfect and sweet.

"How about you?" Her delicate, pale hand extends out to the first desk that's near the entrance.

The student who's sitting on the desk nods and stands up. He smooths his uniform shirt from I don't know, wrinkles? and clears his throat. "Yes well, 'ello my name is Arthur Kirkland. I am from Great Britain and I enjoy studying about magic."

Magic? Did he say he enjoys learning about magic?! What kind of fucking hobby is that?!

"Thank you Arthur, lovely." Ms. Rodriguez smiles, as Arthur takes his seat and picks up some book that's laying on his desk.

"Did you see his eyebrows?" I hear the kid in front of me whisper to the boy beside him.

"Eyebrows?" Laughs the other, "I thought those were caterpillars!"

The next student takes his turn. "I'm Alfred F. Jones and obviously, I'm from this great country of America! What I love to do is... Being the hero!"

Seriously? I'm taking a nap, fuck everyone and their introductions.

-(Sadly No Nap)-

"Hey wake up."

Ngh. Is someone touching me?

"Kid wake up." Ugh, someone is touching me!

Opening my eyes, I find everyone staring at me. Everyone!

"Che cazzo hai da guardare!?" Great now I'm in a bad mood.

"Um yes, it's your turn dear." Ms. Rodriguez speaks, wonder in her eyes.

My turn?... Oh yeah, the stupid introductions.

I don't even bother getting up from my seat and let a sigh escape my lips. "I'm Lovino Vargas and I came from Italy." The whole class is silent until,

"Is there anything fun you like to do?" The beautiful teacher asks.

"No!" And my turn is up.

How long is this homeroom class going to take? It's just homeroom, a class that should be no longer than ten minutes! And Ms. Rodriguez just keeps on running her lips that are shiny and glossy. "Just five minutes and then you're off to your next class."

Bout time! This place is killing me! Everyone began to talk to each other again and the noise is giving me a headache.

"¡Hola!"

Why can't people talk more quieter? I don't want to hear their annoying conversations.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

Turning my head to the left, I find the student next to me smiling. Is he smiling at me or something behind me? "Are you talking to me?"

The boy nods his head, "Si!"

"Okay, what do you want?"

The boy stops smiling. It seems he wasn't prepared for this question.
"Oh um, nothing really. I just wanted to-"

"Yeah well, go bother someone else!" I interrupt before he can finish his sentence. I close my eyes for a second and then I open them to find the boy leaning towards the girl on his left.
"Hey bastard wait!" Did I just...? Why am I calling that guy back?

The guy looks away from the chick and scrunches his eyebrows together. "Yes?" He asks, a smile growing on his face.

Why am I talking to this idiot? "Well... I'm giving you the opportunity to talk, so talk!"

"Ah si, okay! My name is Antonio, but my friends call me 'Tonio.'" Antonio's smile never leaves his face and it makes me wanna puke.

"Okay. Uh, where are you from?" I have no idea how to start a conversation.

Antonio's smile fades away and his mouth becomes a straight line. "Didn't you hear me introduce myself?" He says. "I said where I was from."

Rubbing my temples, I answer Antonio's question. "No, I was asleep. I didn't want to hear everyone's stupid life story!"

"But I heard your introduction!" Antonio beams. I give him a sour expression which he returns with a smile.

"Oh really?" I growl. This bastard is probably lying to me or something. "Then what's my name?"

His smile suddenly causes my expression to change. "That's easy." He got it. "It's Lovino Vargas."

And that's when the bell finally rings.

AN- And it is done! Yay for late start at school for letting me finish this chapter ^o^ So, how'd you guys like this chapter? Notice any characters you know? x)

Translations-

Va bene, ci vediamo tutti quando torno a casa. - Okay, see you all when I get home. (Italian)

Che cosa vuoi? - What do you want? (Italian)

La palestra è proprio qui! -The gym is right here! (Italian)

Bruder, bitte hör auf zu schrein. Die Menschen sind starrte. - Brother, please stop shouting. People are staring. (German)

Nein - No (German)

Cristo - Crist (Italian)

Che cazzo hai da guardare!? - What the fuck are you looking at?! (Italian)

Well yeah, that's it for chapter 2. Hope you liked this one. :) Remember any pairings you wanna see or suggestions, just PM me and I'll fix something. Alright guys, gotta go get ready for school. Review and share this Fanfic to all your friends and families! xD

-MuseLover