Time for the school Field Trip! YAY :D

I seriously love this chapter. It's one of my favorites.

DISCLAIMER: HETALIA AND SHAKESPEARE ARE NOT MINE XD

So there I was, Friday morning, lugging my tomato-red suitcase into the parking lot.

It was bad enough that I had to wake up at four AM, but with the dirty look Mrs. Karpusi was giving me - I'd much rather suffer by the hands of my alarm clock.

"Aren't you excited, Fratello~?" Feliciano, the bringer of pain he is, squealed in my face, then left to get on the bus.

I groaned and dabbed at my ears with my fingertip to make sure they weren't bleeding. "No, I'm as sure as hell not excited." I called after him.

I wasn't looking forward to rooming with any of the students, nor did I want any of the teachers as my chaperone...No, I take that back...Wait. No. Forget I said anything.

"LANGUAGE, YOUNG MAN!"

Good God...Mrs. Karpusi must've been high on sugar or something today. Now I was definitely not looking forward to this trip.

There were WAY too many people in the parking lot, for one - almost everyone I knew crowded into one space. How were they even going to take a group this big on a trip?!

I dumped my suitcase in the back of Bus #2 and shuffled onto the bus, ready to sit down and sleep.

Unfortunately, my plans never seem to work...

"LOVI!" Lizzy's voice came from the back of the bus. "Come sit by me! I'm lonely! Feli ended up on a different bus!"

I ignored her and slumped into the row of seats closest to the driver. I was too tired to do anything more. I leaned my head against the window and closed me eyes, only to be rudely awakened when someone slid in next to me...Not the mention that a random vocaloid song was playing from my iPod. Who put it on there anyways?

"Hello Lovi~!" That cheerful, angelic voice broke into my senses.

Was I hallucinating? I was tired after all. I turned my head the slightest bit to see who had sat next to me.

Curls...All could see were blurry brown curls. Greens eyes...That perfect skin...

"FUCKING GOD!" I gasped, startling Antonio and completely waking myself up. "Ask before you sit by someone! Jeez!"

"I'm sorry Lovi~!" Antonio protested. "I didn't think you'd mind this much..."

"I don't particularly mind. But you startled me!" I snapped. I swear, this guy was a complete idiot.

"I said I'm sorry~!" Cue in a puppy face cuter than Feli's.

"You're forgiven." I said, suddenly expressing an interest in sweater sleeves.

I had to admit that the cutting was only getting worse .I recently had to make a pair of new pajamas, just to cover up my arms all the way. I didn't want Feli waking me up in the middle of the night again to lecture me about that.

"May I interrupt your conversation and request something of you?" A quiet voice asked.

From the angle my head way now, I could vaguely spy black hair and a white dress shirt, but I had never heard an accent like that before. I decided it wasn't my problem to worry about it. "Yeah...Go ahead...Sit there."

"Si~! Make yourself at home~!"

The stranger nodded and whispered a thank you, then sank down into the seat.

So there I was, scrunched up by the window with Antonio sitting five inches away from me. It was nerve-racking and hard to breath in this atmosphere. I couldn't feel my feet. I couldn't move. I didn't even realize Mr. Bielschmidt was conducting his over-mic speech from Bus #1 until the intercom beeped and we started to move.

"We need entertainment." The fine arts teacher, the respectable Mr. Bonnefoy, exclaimed. He sat in the row across from ours at the window seat. He shone so brightly with youth, it made e wonder if I'd look like that at his age.

"Fuck off." I muttered. "We aren't your toys, bastard."

"LOVINO!" Mrs. Karpusi scolded from all the way in the back. I suppose she was there to keep her hawk eye on Lizzy and her gang.

"Jeez!" I shouted, as much as shouted is when you fill as ill as hell, right back at her.

"Well, even if you don't like it Lovino," the British punk in the row behind me retorted. "I think I'll take on the task for entertaining." He stood up and put his hands on his hips. "And I think I am rather qualified to do so."

Arthur Kirkland was the definition of delinquent. He'd rather take a rather embarrassing chance to draw attention to himself than hide in the shadows - a trait he shared with all his siblings. Despite this, he was rather unpopular - known as the ugly duckling behind his back. I don't think his hair, or his clothes, helped either.

"Alright Arthur," Mr. Bonnefoy smiled. "Go ahead!"

Arthur's cheeks dusted in a light pink. "R-right!" Then he dramatically cleared his throat and began. "To be, or not to be; that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer..."

Oh my fucking god...Not Shakespeare. Especially not this soliloquy. It reminded me too much about my own life. I probably couldn't even count on my fingers and toes how many times I'd asked that same question to myself...

Romano...Don't get all suicidal during the field trip. I heard my mother's voice scold me in my head. Romano...That name just made me all nervous again. I wanted to forget it. It wasn't mine anymore...

"The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks. That flash is heir to, 'tis a consumption. Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream." Arthur shook his head. "Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come? When we have shuffled..."

"I'M NEVER GONNA GET ANY DAMN SLEEP IF YOU CONTINUE!" I interrupted, glaring at him. This was too much. I couldn't block anything out. The noise of Antonio's gentle breathing was as loud as a space rocket.

"Lovino!" Arthur snapped. "Don't interrupt Shakespeare!"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHO WROTE IT!" I shouted, covering my ears. The blood...All that blood...

"LANGUAGE!" Mrs. Karpusi screeched.

"What the hell is wrong with you today?!" I demanded. She was getting on my nerves.

Mrs. Karpusi sent me a look so stern, it probably would've killed my tomato garden in a second. She pointed to the seat next to her. "To the back of the bus. Now."

I groaned, but I did what I was told.

I spent the six hour ride in the back of the bus, getting lectured on the values of Shakespeare.

Hah, sorry Lovi...not. Don't worry, SpaMano will come -evil laugh-

Okay...Anyone have a guess one who the guy that sat in Lovi's row is? I'll give a cookie to whoever guesses, even if they get it wrong!

And about Arthur. He'll have his own family fanfic soon. Most of his siblings have already shown up in Passed Away, if you wanna check that out. He doesn't play a huge part in this fic but he will in another, I promise.

Thank you guys! I promise I'll have more up soon!