Kindergarten AU
anonymous
June 30 2009, 14:30:32 UTC
Single Dad! Prussia agrees to sign up HRE for day care/pre-school/kindergarten, after being convinced and prodded by his buddies France and Spain (what really happened is he ended up losing a bet/dare during one of their drinking rounds. XD) France's kid Canada and Spain's kid Romano also attend the pre-school. (Maybe they have a running bet on whose kid will be the awesomest?)
Prussia meets newlywed! Austria and Hungary on separate days, who bring their child Chibitalia. Prussia fights, argues, and tries to one-up Austria and flirts with Hungary, not realizing that they are married or that they have the same child.
Morose and down-on-his-luck England brings his kid America to the pre-school. He's nervous and worried about not being around enough for his child, but he has to go make a living to be able to support America (and America's large appetite.) France sees him and they hit it off in typical snarky fashion, eventually leading up to FrUK.
Established couple! Su-san and Finland bring their kid Sealand. Turkey brings child!Greece. China brings clingy!Korea and shy!Japan.
Schoolteacher Lithuania and his part-time helper Latvia are frazzled trying to take care of all the kids running around. Especially when scary!Russia brings Belarus and makes sure that Lithuania will take *special* good care of his little bundle of joy, da?
Bonus: The days that Austria drops off Chibitalia at the pre-school, he dresses him up as a boy. On Hungary's days, she dresses him up like a girl. Poor gender-confused Chibitalia! @__@ No wonder Prussia didn't recognize him.
Bonus #2: HRE asks Prussia why does Chibitalia have both a mommy and daddy, while HRE has only one parent?
Bonus #3: America becomes teacher's pet and leads the groups on kiddy!adventures, all the blame landing on Canada when something goes wrong.
Bonus #4: Babysitter! Poland.
-Anon apologizes for long request, she couldn't get to sleep last night because this idea was wreaking havoc inside her head.
Earth Kindergarten Class [1/?]
anonymous
June 30 2009, 22:15:20 UTC
... why do I want to write this?
I'll give a little tidbit for now, but the others will be longer:
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"Are you nervous? Because Awesome people aren't nervous. Awesome people, like me, never get nervous, alright! So you gotta be awesome too!" Prussia ranted on and on to the little blond kid he called his son. Honestly, all little HRE could do was nod and try and agree to his father's demands, but in truth, he was as nervous as heck. He quicky wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead when Prussia wasn't looking, and wiped his palm continually onto his clothes so that Prussia wouldn't bug him about it later.
They walked hand-in-hand to the kindergarten center; which was really just an extension building to the Earth Elementary, which his father also graduated from. HRE felt butterflies build up in his stomach as he saw other kids waiting outside the building; making him sweat double-time. Thank god he was too young for BO or else he would've been dead caught by Prussia.
"Here's the place buddy! Remember, make friends and be awesome! Well, Awesomer than South Italy and Canada, alright?" Prussia started, giving HRE a pep talk before the they school bell wrung and the parents would watch from the back of the class, taking in what would be a regular day from their kids. "I'll be over there with the parents alright? Just call me." Prussia pushed his son in the direction of the other excited and chattering children, and when HRE turned around, his father was gone. Typical.
HRE stood in the middle of the crowd of children and was too afraid to interrupt all their conversations. HRE looked around for someone to talk to; but suddenly someone was tapping on his shoulder.
"Hello? My name is Chibitalia!" A high pitched voice called. HRE turned around and saw the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. She wore a Green sundress with a ribbon tied around her hair, a big happy grin on her face. The blond could only blush and start to stammer his reply.
"I-- uh, I mean, uh... " He started to mumbled, incoherently, causing Chibitalia's expression to switch to confusion. "HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE!" He suddenly shouted in all his nervousness; and Chibitalia shrinked back and HRE felt immediately guilty. "I-I'm sorry for shouting. M-m-my name is Holy Roman E-Empire." He quickled mumbled afterwards. Chibitalia seemed to bounce back and a sudden grin was on her face again, making HRE blush harder.
The bell rang and the doors opened, all the children ran inside, and Chibitalia grabbed onto HRE's hand and started to drag him inside. HRE thought he was going to pass out.
Another blond kid ran past HRE dragging along with him a similar looking kid, bumping into HRE who bumped into Chibitalia who bumped into a wall. "I-I'm sorry!" HRE quickly apologized, and she smiled at him and waved it off.
"It's nothing, really! I'm okay as long as pasta is still delicious!" She said brightly, still dragging HRE to an empty table with some kids already filling the table as well. "Hi! I'm Chibtalia and this is my friend HRE! What are your names?" Chibitalia started, introducing the both of them to the other two students.
"H-Hello there... My name is Japan and t-this is my brother Korea... " The short black-haired kid said quietly, now known as Japan. Another black-haired kid sat beside him, Korea, looking around quite wildly as if desperate to find something. What was odd was that he had a long strand of hair sticking up from his head and it seemed to be... smiling at him. It creeped HRE out, but Chibitalia didn't seem to notice or mind it. Come to think of it, Chibitalia had a hair curl similar to Korea's and it was on the right side of her head. HRE thought it was prettier on Chibitalia.
Re: Earth Kindergarten Class [1/?]
anonymous
July 1 2009, 03:12:28 UTC
awwwwwww that's so cute!!! i'm looking forward to the next parts. op is going on a job interview tomorrow and is a bit nervous herself. heh, i'll try to take prussia's advice. please continue!
Earth Kindergarten Class [2/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 00:51:40 UTC
Suddenly someone who oddly looked similar to Chibitalia took a seat by the brunette, clutching onto Chibitalia's arm. Chibitalia grinned widely and greeted the hostile child.
"Ah, Holy Roman, this is my brother South Italy!" Chibitalia chirped excitedly, proudly showing her frowning brother.
"Ah, you are twins?" HRE asked, meaning the extreme similarities between the two children. Chibitalia shook her head with a smile, and South Italy scoffed, as if to mock HRE.
"Of course not potato-head. I'm older, by 2 minutes." He said, grinning smugly. HRE flinched at the sudden insult to his features, and he bit back the tears that wanted to spill. It's not like he could help it, he was only five.
"Fratello!" Chibitalia wailed, tugging on her brother's arm. "Don't be so mean to my new friend! I'm sorry Holy Roman, he's just grumpy sometimes." Chibitalia quickly said, apologized for her brother as if it was her fault. HRE told her it was okay, and she seemed to brighten up again. "Thank you Holy Roman! You see, my brother lives with Uncle Spain and I was adopted by Hungary and her husband Austria."
Even if HRE was five, he knew it wasn't smart to ask a child as young as Chibitalia about her mother and father. He nodded, understanding what the younger twin was chattering about. She seemed to be happy talking about her older brother, so he let her talk until her mouth would fall off. HRE looked back of the classroom with pleading eyes, and found Prussia giving him 2 thumbs up. The blond was close to face palming.
----- With the other kids ------
"And it was totally cool Matt! Seriously, Arthur is the best event though he's kinda mean sometimes, but waaayyy cool still. He's like the perfect-est pirate ever!" America ranted, Canada his unwilling victim having to listen to the blond's coherent babbling.
Whenever the meek child tried to speak, he'd be interrupted by the loud and boisterous voice of the other fair-skinned child. Poor Canada. He couldn't help but stay quiet and give up on speaking and he could practically hear France nagging at him to be more loud so he'd make more friends. It was easier said than done when the first person you met probably had ADD.
Canada looked around the table they were sitting at. There was a pretty asian girl sitting with them, and she was looking into a small, hello kitty mirror, patting down her hair and pretending to put on make-up with plastic make-up tools like lipgloss and blush. The other one was a very smart looking boy with square framed glasses and what seemed to be a slight bowl cut, and he was too busy writing on a piece of paper with a black crayon that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The last one at the table with them was another girl with long blond hair, but a darker shade than his or America's and a blue bow held it nice and neat. She was clutching onto a stuffed toy that seemed to look like a person, and when she waved to her gaurdian, Canada could see the plush was mirroring.
He was quite scary actually, and it baffled Canada on how she could wave to him so fondly. Though, the young blond swore he saw Russia inwardly flinch.
He didn't want to talk to girls because they probably had cooties and the glasses guy didn't seem to care. He was going to have a long day ahead of them.
Lithuania walked into the classroom with his nervous student-teacher behind him, Latvia, who was trembling quite violently. Suddenly Estonia lifted his head and waved happily to Latvia, who returned the the wave the child.
"That's my cousin, Latvia!" Estonia chirped, pointing the shaking teacher, before returning back to writing, which everyone in the table barely knew how to.
"Everyone please settle down, my student-teacher and I would like to introduce ourselves." Lithuania said loudly, yet gently, catching the attention of all the people in the classroom, including the parents. "My name is Mr. Lithuania."
Nightmare Central
anonymous
July 1 2009, 10:52:31 UTC
The idea didn't want to leave me!! I'm sorry
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The car screeched into the school's parking lot. Scaring a few students and horrifying a lot of parents. Didn't the driver know there was a speed limit? 5 miles per hour only! There were children around!
Gilbert very well knew there were children around. It was a goddamned school, elementary at that, of course there would be children around! He was also very aware of the bold sign proclaiming the speed limit. He could read, thank you very much! But there is, as shocking as it may sound, a difference between reading the rules and actually following them.
As of currently, Gilbert was pissed. Barely sober. With a pounding hangover. He could care less about some shitty rule and damn all who call him on it.
"Vati, I think your left front wheel is on the sidewalk. And I'm pretty sure we ran over a squirrel a few ways back." His son, used to his crazy driving, calmly pointed out.
"As long as it wasn't some chick, I don't care." Gilbert grumbled.
Ludwig rolled his eyes. His father was hopeless. Really, he should've put his foot down. Drinking with Francis and Antonio never ended well. Now look, he was caught up in his mess too.
"Vati, why do I have to go to preschool? I thought you were going to home tutor me."
"Relax, kiddo. It's only for one semester. You can deal, right? I know you can. You're my boy after all. The awesome-ness runs in your veins too." Gilbert assured him.
Ludwig peered out at all the different kids. There were so many of them! And he didn't know anybody. He was starting to think this was a really bad idea.
"Well, well. Look who's here! So you did come, mon cheri? I thought for certain you would cop out." A voice spoke seductively.
Gilbert unclasped his seat belt and purposefully opened his car door with a bang. Succesfully slamming his greeter's nose with the metal frame.
"Oops, so sorry. Didn't see you there, Francis." Gilbert stated, slipping out of his seat.
"Mon dieu!" Francis cried out, clutching his bleeding nose. "I thinb you'b broke somebing!"
"Don't be such a baby!" Gilbert huffed, turning to Ludwig. "This is exactly the kind of acting I do not want to see. You're not some French whore like some people!"
"You'b bust mab thab I oub drank you." Francis chuckled.
Gilbert's eye twitched as he lunged towards the blond man. Ludwig, slipping out of the car himself, sighed heavily as his father wrestled with his drinking buddy.
"Loud aren't they?"
Ludwig looked to his left and nodded in greeting at Antonio.
The Spaniard chuckled, "Good to see you, Ludwig. I see your father's as lively as ever. I hope he hasn't forgotten this is a school. He's making a large commotion."
Jabbing his thumb, Ludwig followed Antonio's gaze and realized, with a great deal of embarassment, the crowd forming. Hushed, uneasy whispers rippling through. Oh, if only the ground would swallow him. Sometimes, he wished he and Gilbert weren't related.
"How barbaric! Fighting like animals! In front of children, no less!" Someone declared, his voice rising over the others.
Nightmare Central [1b/?]
anonymous
July 1 2009, 10:54:40 UTC
Francis and Gilbert paused in their fighting. Looking up to see who openly criticized them. An Austrian man was singled out. The crowd parting before him so as not to get caught in the mess soon to follow.
"You got something to say, pretty boy?" Gilbert pressed, picking himself off the ground.
"I am simply stating that this is a highly respected institution. And that you morons should take your fighting elsewhere!" The Austrian man chastised, as if he was berating some retarded child.
"What gives you any right to order me around? I am Gilbert Weillschmidt and I am awesome! Which is a fat lot more than you'll ever be!" Gilbert haughtily cackled. "And besides, whatever makes you think I would ever step foot in an elementary school, of all places, for no reason? I'm dropping off my son, see?"
He waved at Ludwig's general direction. And with Ludwig being the only child in sight, it didn't leave much of a doubt. The boy groaned. Why was he related to this man? Why?!
"You're just jealous of my five meters! That's it, isn't it? Penis envy!" Gilbert taunted.
The Austrian man turned an incredible shade of red. Almost impossible to recreate. Before storming off in a huff. Saying something about a piano, and Chopin.
"HA! Look at him, run! The prissy boy!"
"Oi! Don't bess him ub!" Francis groaned, still laying dead on the sidewalk. "He hab a nice bace. Be a shabe to ruin ib, non?"
"Nobody cares about your perverted escapades!" Gilbert snapped back.
"Um, guys?" Antonio piped up, cutting through the returning tension. "Class is about to start in... five minutes. Shouldn't you be dropping off Ludwig, Gilbert?"
Gilbert scowled. "What about your kids?"
"We, as in Francis and I, got here first, so they're already in the classroom. Let me warn you right now, it's hell in there." Antonio answered.
"Great Fritz! Why did I allow you to talk me into this?"
"Five bottles ob beer certainly helbs." Francis struggled to his feet. "On bhe bright side, bhe teacher books hot."
"Nobody asked you Francis!" Gilbert snapped back. Marching over to Ludwig, and glaring down at the boy. "Alright, so I'll be leaving you here. Good luck. You're going to need it."
"Thanks Vati. That's just so reassuring." Ludwig massaged the bridge of his nose.
"Then come on! We got to get to your classroom don't we?" Gilbert urged, turning on his heel. "Now be sure to have fun. Let everyone know that you are awesome! You are a Weillschmidt, and that's final. Oh, and if I ever learn you got into a fight. I better be learning that you won, understood?"
Gilbert looked over his shoulder at the still exasperated Ludwig.
"Yes, Vati." He muttered. " Like I could forget ."
"Good! Then let's get this show on the road!" Gilbert proclaimed, walking towards the first door he sees.
Antonio smled confusedly, pointing at a completely different door. "Uh, Gil? The classroom is that way?"
Gilbert paused in turning the door knob. About-facing quickly. "I totally knew that!"
Antonio and Francis shared a look. Ludwig smacking his forehead with his open palm. Same old, same old.
Re: Nightmare Central [1b/?]
anonymous
July 1 2009, 20:35:43 UTC
OMG *chokes on tea she was drinking* hahaha! this made me laugh so much! thank you author!anon for this wonderful piece of awesomeness! op looks forward to your next parts ^__^
Nightmare Central [2a/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 10:03:31 UTC
Upon finding the correct doorway, the trio, and Ludwig, journeyed down the crowded hallways. And boy was it crowded. Frantic teachers desperately tried to keep their newly formed classes in line. Yeah, good luck with that. While students were smushed together like sardines in a can.
It wasn't pretty. There was fighting. And kicking. And nasty name calling. Some of the kids were getting pretty rowdy too. But really, none could compare as Gilbert fought through the mass of children. The albino believed if he wasn't careful, he'd step on one of those little suckers. Then, what would happen?
Trouble that's what! And it really didn't help that when he pushed aside one kid, three others would take his place. It was driving Gilbert up the wall.
Luckily, Antonio, who mysteriously managed to skirt the crowd (children's pedophile senses...tingling!), finally stopped at an innocent looking doorway. It was painted a light pink color. Though really, the paint could've been a dark crimson for how much it had faded.
Somebody was trying real hard to make the thing kid-friendly. There were foam-made butterflies fluttering on a breeze made of yarn. There was construction paper!lollipops lining the bottom, with equally fake grass. And who could forget the smiley faces?
It was like Barney threw up on the door, or something. Fitting, Gilbert would have to agree. Because only a sinister door could hide the evil things lurking in that room.
Antonio reached for the doorknob.
"Wait!" Gilbert cried. "I'm not ready to die! I'm still a virgin!"
"No, your not!" Francis snapped. He had managed to wipe all the blood from his nose. (The teacher will never have to know he swiped her handkerchief from her back pocket... Nice ass by the way) "How do you explain Ludwig, then?"
"He was adopted." Gilbert replied, bluntly.
"I was WHAT?!" Ludwig screeched.
"Relax, he's joking." Antonio assured the hyper-ventilating five-year-old. Then turning to Gilbert, shook his head fondly. "Are you the kindergartner here, or is Ludwig? Quit being such a baby!"
"You're only saying that because this must be heaven for you! How did they even let you in?! I'm pretty sure you already have a long record for child molestation!" Gilbert snapped, hotly.
"Ssh! Not so loud!" Antonio playfully winked. "Are we going to do this or what?"
"Vous êtes un homme, sont vous non?" Francis quipped.
"I don't know what you said, but I'm pretty sure it was an insult." Gilbert grumbled, heaving a deep breath. "Fine, let's do this shit."
Summoning all his courage, will power, and idiocy (cause really, no smart man would do this), Gilbert kicked down the door. Almost tore down the hinges.
"I. Have. Arrived!" He announced proudly. And loudly.
Not that anybody could hear. With the chaos the room was in? They'd be lucky if they heard cannon fire. Sadly enough, Gilbert's announcement was reserved to the few people hanging by the doorway. Fortunate for Ludwig though. He still had a chance for a decent reputation!
"Yes, we can see that." A beautiful Hungarian woman replied tartly. She had just recently arrived. Along with her husband, who had gone out on a short trip. Bathroom break. It's already been ten minutes, but knowing her husband... He must've gotten lost again.
Gilbert turned in her direction, eyeing the woman up and down. Huh, not a bad looker. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"And who might you be, sweet cheeks?" Gilbert smoothly asked. "Why don't we get acquainted somewhere private? How does that sound?"
"It sounds like torture. And I'm pretty sure we outlawed torture." The woman answered, returning her attention back to her kid.
Nightmare Central [2b/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 10:06:16 UTC
Gilbert sent a sly look over his shoulder. "She likes me."
"Yes, and I'm the Queen of France." Francis replied, through chortles.
"With all the prancing you do around? I wouldn't be surprised." Gilbert snapped back.
"You're just jealous of my beauty."
"If that's what you call beautiful, I don't want to know what you call ugly."
"What are you talking about, mon petite chou? You see it everyday when you look into the mirror!"
"Guys!" Antonio cut in, before the tension rose further. A fight in the parking lot was okay. But a fight in the classroom? Torches and pitch forks. And a lot of angry parents.
Gilbert and Francis shot each other a glare, before huffing and turning away. Ludwig rolled his eyes. He sometimes wondered if he lived in a backwards sort of world where the older you get, the more immature you become.
But taking stock of his new classmates, Ludwig saw about ten or so counter-arguments disproving his theory.
Namely, the boy in the blue, red, and white spandex.
"Why did I let you dress yourself?" A man, Ludwig assumed to be the boy's father, groaned. He had a sour scowl on his face, and the largest, fuzziest eyebrows Ludwig had ever seen. Were they alive? OH! He just saw one move!
"What?! What's wrong with my Captain America costume? It's cool isn't it? It's only the greatest outfit ever!" The boy stood firm, stomping his foot.
"You look like a bloody wanker." His father replied. "Look, if this is a call for attention, I'm sorry work's been busy lately. But the grocery bills have been off the charts!"
"And I'm okay with that, you go do your thing dad! I'll be fine!" The boy assured.
"You are certain?"
"Dad! I'll be okay! I'm the HERO! And heroes don't have daddies worrying over their shoulder. Just go already!" The boy was using physical force this time. Pushing at his father's legs, trying to get his father to move.
"If you ever get into any trouble, don't hesistate to call me okay? My cellphone is always on! If you want me to pick you up early, just ask the teacher and--!" The father reminded, halfway to the door now. His son must've been pretty strong to manhandle an adult like that.
"Dad! Just. GO!" The boy gave one final push before being satisfied with his father's distance. "Iloveyou!Seeyouafterclass!Bye!"
And in that rush tumble of words, the boy waved a fond farewell. Returning back into the fray that was a large dogpile of kindergartners. A hand was sticking out from under the moving hill of children.
A frazzled little boy was tugging at said hand. His hair in a bowl-cut, with eyes squeezed shut behind black-framed glasses. He was screaming, "LAAAAAAATVIAAA!"
Prussia meets newlywed! Austria and Hungary on separate days, who bring their child Chibitalia. Prussia fights, argues, and tries to one-up Austria and flirts with Hungary, not realizing that they are married or that they have the same child.
Morose and down-on-his-luck England brings his kid America to the pre-school. He's nervous and worried about not being around enough for his child, but he has to go make a living to be able to support America (and America's large appetite.) France sees him and they hit it off in typical snarky fashion, eventually leading up to FrUK.
Established couple! Su-san and Finland bring their kid Sealand. Turkey brings child!Greece. China brings clingy!Korea and shy!Japan.
Schoolteacher Lithuania and his part-time helper Latvia are frazzled trying to take care of all the kids running around. Especially when scary!Russia brings Belarus and makes sure that Lithuania will take *special* good care of his little bundle of joy, da?
Bonus: The days that Austria drops off Chibitalia at the pre-school, he dresses him up as a boy. On Hungary's days, she dresses him up like a girl. Poor gender-confused Chibitalia! @__@ No wonder Prussia didn't recognize him.
Bonus #2: HRE asks Prussia why does Chibitalia have both a mommy and daddy, while HRE has only one parent?
Bonus #3: America becomes teacher's pet and leads the groups on kiddy!adventures, all the blame landing on Canada when something goes wrong.
Bonus #4: Babysitter! Poland.
-Anon apologizes for long request, she couldn't get to sleep last night because this idea was wreaking havoc inside her head.
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I'll give a little tidbit for now, but the others will be longer:
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"Are you nervous? Because Awesome people aren't nervous. Awesome people, like me, never get nervous, alright! So you gotta be awesome too!" Prussia ranted on and on to the little blond kid he called his son. Honestly, all little HRE could do was nod and try and agree to his father's demands, but in truth, he was as nervous as heck. He quicky wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead when Prussia wasn't looking, and wiped his palm continually onto his clothes so that Prussia wouldn't bug him about it later.
They walked hand-in-hand to the kindergarten center; which was really just an extension building to the Earth Elementary, which his father also graduated from. HRE felt butterflies build up in his stomach as he saw other kids waiting outside the building; making him sweat double-time. Thank god he was too young for BO or else he would've been dead caught by Prussia.
"Here's the place buddy! Remember, make friends and be awesome! Well, Awesomer than South Italy and Canada, alright?" Prussia started, giving HRE a pep talk before the they school bell wrung and the parents would watch from the back of the class, taking in what would be a regular day from their kids. "I'll be over there with the parents alright? Just call me." Prussia pushed his son in the direction of the other excited and chattering children, and when HRE turned around, his father was gone. Typical.
HRE stood in the middle of the crowd of children and was too afraid to interrupt all their conversations. HRE looked around for someone to talk to; but suddenly someone was tapping on his shoulder.
"Hello? My name is Chibitalia!" A high pitched voice called. HRE turned around and saw the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. She wore a Green sundress with a ribbon tied around her hair, a big happy grin on her face. The blond could only blush and start to stammer his reply.
"I-- uh, I mean, uh... " He started to mumbled, incoherently, causing Chibitalia's expression to switch to confusion. "HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE!" He suddenly shouted in all his nervousness; and Chibitalia shrinked back and HRE felt immediately guilty. "I-I'm sorry for shouting. M-m-my name is Holy Roman E-Empire." He quickled mumbled afterwards. Chibitalia seemed to bounce back and a sudden grin was on her face again, making HRE blush harder.
The bell rang and the doors opened, all the children ran inside, and Chibitalia grabbed onto HRE's hand and started to drag him inside. HRE thought he was going to pass out.
Another blond kid ran past HRE dragging along with him a similar looking kid, bumping into HRE who bumped into Chibitalia who bumped into a wall. "I-I'm sorry!" HRE quickly apologized, and she smiled at him and waved it off.
"It's nothing, really! I'm okay as long as pasta is still delicious!" She said brightly, still dragging HRE to an empty table with some kids already filling the table as well. "Hi! I'm Chibtalia and this is my friend HRE! What are your names?" Chibitalia started, introducing the both of them to the other two students.
"H-Hello there... My name is Japan and t-this is my brother Korea... " The short black-haired kid said quietly, now known as Japan. Another black-haired kid sat beside him, Korea, looking around quite wildly as if desperate to find something. What was odd was that he had a long strand of hair sticking up from his head and it seemed to be... smiling at him. It creeped HRE out, but Chibitalia didn't seem to notice or mind it. Come to think of it, Chibitalia had a hair curl similar to Korea's and it was on the right side of her head. HRE thought it was prettier on Chibitalia.
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"Ah, Holy Roman, this is my brother South Italy!" Chibitalia chirped excitedly, proudly showing her frowning brother.
"Ah, you are twins?" HRE asked, meaning the extreme similarities between the two children. Chibitalia shook her head with a smile, and South Italy scoffed, as if to mock HRE.
"Of course not potato-head. I'm older, by 2 minutes." He said, grinning smugly. HRE flinched at the sudden insult to his features, and he bit back the tears that wanted to spill. It's not like he could help it, he was only five.
"Fratello!" Chibitalia wailed, tugging on her brother's arm. "Don't be so mean to my new friend! I'm sorry Holy Roman, he's just grumpy sometimes." Chibitalia quickly said, apologized for her brother as if it was her fault. HRE told her it was okay, and she seemed to brighten up again. "Thank you Holy Roman! You see, my brother lives with Uncle Spain and I was adopted by Hungary and her husband Austria."
Even if HRE was five, he knew it wasn't smart to ask a child as young as Chibitalia about her mother and father. He nodded, understanding what the younger twin was chattering about. She seemed to be happy talking about her older brother, so he let her talk until her mouth would fall off. HRE looked back of the classroom with pleading eyes, and found Prussia giving him 2 thumbs up. The blond was close to face palming.
----- With the other kids ------
"And it was totally cool Matt! Seriously, Arthur is the best event though he's kinda mean sometimes, but waaayyy cool still. He's like the perfect-est pirate ever!" America ranted, Canada his unwilling victim having to listen to the blond's coherent babbling.
Whenever the meek child tried to speak, he'd be interrupted by the loud and boisterous voice of the other fair-skinned child. Poor Canada. He couldn't help but stay quiet and give up on speaking and he could practically hear France nagging at him to be more loud so he'd make more friends. It was easier said than done when the first person you met probably had ADD.
Canada looked around the table they were sitting at. There was a pretty asian girl sitting with them, and she was looking into a small, hello kitty mirror, patting down her hair and pretending to put on make-up with plastic make-up tools like lipgloss and blush. The other one was a very smart looking boy with square framed glasses and what seemed to be a slight bowl cut, and he was too busy writing on a piece of paper with a black crayon that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The last one at the table with them was another girl with long blond hair, but a darker shade than his or America's and a blue bow held it nice and neat. She was clutching onto a stuffed toy that seemed to look like a person, and when she waved to her gaurdian, Canada could see the plush was mirroring.
He was quite scary actually, and it baffled Canada on how she could wave to him so fondly. Though, the young blond swore he saw Russia inwardly flinch.
He didn't want to talk to girls because they probably had cooties and the glasses guy didn't seem to care. He was going to have a long day ahead of them.
Lithuania walked into the classroom with his nervous student-teacher behind him, Latvia, who was trembling quite violently. Suddenly Estonia lifted his head and waved happily to Latvia, who returned the the wave the child.
"That's my cousin, Latvia!" Estonia chirped, pointing the shaking teacher, before returning back to writing, which everyone in the table barely knew how to.
"Everyone please settle down, my student-teacher and I would like to introduce ourselves." Lithuania said loudly, yet gently, catching the attention of all the people in the classroom, including the parents. "My name is Mr. Lithuania."
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Oh keep it coming!
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I started smiling from the first sentence in and haven't been able to stop! I hope to read more from you!
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The car screeched into the school's parking lot. Scaring a few students and horrifying a lot of parents. Didn't the driver know there was a speed limit? 5 miles per hour only! There were children around!
Gilbert very well knew there were children around. It was a goddamned school, elementary at that, of course there would be children around! He was also very aware of the bold sign proclaiming the speed limit. He could read, thank you very much! But there is, as shocking as it may sound, a difference between reading the rules and actually following them.
As of currently, Gilbert was pissed. Barely sober. With a pounding hangover. He could care less about some shitty rule and damn all who call him on it.
"Vati, I think your left front wheel is on the sidewalk. And I'm pretty sure we ran over a squirrel a few ways back." His son, used to his crazy driving, calmly pointed out.
"As long as it wasn't some chick, I don't care." Gilbert grumbled.
Ludwig rolled his eyes. His father was hopeless. Really, he should've put his foot down. Drinking with Francis and Antonio never ended well. Now look, he was caught up in his mess too.
"Vati, why do I have to go to preschool? I thought you were going to home tutor me."
"Relax, kiddo. It's only for one semester. You can deal, right? I know you can. You're my boy after all. The awesome-ness runs in your veins too." Gilbert assured him.
Ludwig peered out at all the different kids. There were so many of them! And he didn't know anybody. He was starting to think this was a really bad idea.
"Well, well. Look who's here! So you did come, mon cheri? I thought for certain you would cop out." A voice spoke seductively.
Gilbert unclasped his seat belt and purposefully opened his car door with a bang. Succesfully slamming his greeter's nose with the metal frame.
"Oops, so sorry. Didn't see you there, Francis." Gilbert stated, slipping out of his seat.
"Mon dieu!" Francis cried out, clutching his bleeding nose. "I thinb you'b broke somebing!"
"Don't be such a baby!" Gilbert huffed, turning to Ludwig. "This is exactly the kind of acting I do not want to see. You're not some French whore like some people!"
"You'b bust mab thab I oub drank you." Francis chuckled.
Gilbert's eye twitched as he lunged towards the blond man. Ludwig, slipping out of the car himself, sighed heavily as his father wrestled with his drinking buddy.
"Loud aren't they?"
Ludwig looked to his left and nodded in greeting at Antonio.
The Spaniard chuckled, "Good to see you, Ludwig. I see your father's as lively as ever. I hope he hasn't forgotten this is a school. He's making a large commotion."
Jabbing his thumb, Ludwig followed Antonio's gaze and realized, with a great deal of embarassment, the crowd forming. Hushed, uneasy whispers rippling through. Oh, if only the ground would swallow him. Sometimes, he wished he and Gilbert weren't related.
"How barbaric! Fighting like animals! In front of children, no less!" Someone declared, his voice rising over the others.
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"You got something to say, pretty boy?" Gilbert pressed, picking himself off the ground.
"I am simply stating that this is a highly respected institution. And that you morons should take your fighting elsewhere!" The Austrian man chastised, as if he was berating some retarded child.
"What gives you any right to order me around? I am Gilbert Weillschmidt and I am awesome! Which is a fat lot more than you'll ever be!" Gilbert haughtily cackled. "And besides, whatever makes you think I would ever step foot in an elementary school, of all places, for no reason? I'm dropping off my son, see?"
He waved at Ludwig's general direction. And with Ludwig being the only child in sight, it didn't leave much of a doubt. The boy groaned. Why was he related to this man? Why?!
"You're just jealous of my five meters! That's it, isn't it? Penis envy!" Gilbert taunted.
The Austrian man turned an incredible shade of red. Almost impossible to recreate. Before storming off in a huff. Saying something about a piano, and Chopin.
"HA! Look at him, run! The prissy boy!"
"Oi! Don't bess him ub!" Francis groaned, still laying dead on the sidewalk. "He hab a nice bace. Be a shabe to ruin ib, non?"
"Nobody cares about your perverted escapades!" Gilbert snapped back.
"Um, guys?" Antonio piped up, cutting through the returning tension. "Class is about to start in... five minutes. Shouldn't you be dropping off Ludwig, Gilbert?"
Gilbert scowled. "What about your kids?"
"We, as in Francis and I, got here first, so they're already in the classroom. Let me warn you right now, it's hell in there." Antonio answered.
"Great Fritz! Why did I allow you to talk me into this?"
"Five bottles ob beer certainly helbs." Francis struggled to his feet. "On bhe bright side, bhe teacher books hot."
"Nobody asked you Francis!" Gilbert snapped back. Marching over to Ludwig, and glaring down at the boy. "Alright, so I'll be leaving you here. Good luck. You're going to need it."
"Thanks Vati. That's just so reassuring." Ludwig massaged the bridge of his nose.
"Then come on! We got to get to your classroom don't we?" Gilbert urged, turning on his heel. "Now be sure to have fun. Let everyone know that you are awesome! You are a Weillschmidt, and that's final. Oh, and if I ever learn you got into a fight. I better be learning that you won, understood?"
Gilbert looked over his shoulder at the still exasperated Ludwig.
"Yes, Vati." He muttered. " Like I could forget ."
"Good! Then let's get this show on the road!" Gilbert proclaimed, walking towards the first door he sees.
Antonio smled confusedly, pointing at a completely different door. "Uh, Gil? The classroom is that way?"
Gilbert paused in turning the door knob. About-facing quickly. "I totally knew that!"
Antonio and Francis shared a look. Ludwig smacking his forehead with his open palm. Same old, same old.
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Dad!Gil is so much fail it's awesome! Why do I think Francis' funny talk is adorable? XD
Don't stop... Looking forward to the next bit!
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Yay me!
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It wasn't pretty. There was fighting. And kicking. And nasty name calling. Some of the kids were getting pretty rowdy too. But really, none could compare as Gilbert fought through the mass of children. The albino believed if he wasn't careful, he'd step on one of those little suckers. Then, what would happen?
Trouble that's what! And it really didn't help that when he pushed aside one kid, three others would take his place. It was driving Gilbert up the wall.
Luckily, Antonio, who mysteriously managed to skirt the crowd (children's pedophile senses...tingling!), finally stopped at an innocent looking doorway. It was painted a light pink color. Though really, the paint could've been a dark crimson for how much it had faded.
Somebody was trying real hard to make the thing kid-friendly. There were foam-made butterflies fluttering on a breeze made of yarn. There was construction paper!lollipops lining the bottom, with equally fake grass. And who could forget the smiley faces?
It was like Barney threw up on the door, or something. Fitting, Gilbert would have to agree. Because only a sinister door could hide the evil things lurking in that room.
Antonio reached for the doorknob.
"Wait!" Gilbert cried. "I'm not ready to die! I'm still a virgin!"
"No, your not!" Francis snapped. He had managed to wipe all the blood from his nose. (The teacher will never have to know he swiped her handkerchief from her back pocket... Nice ass by the way) "How do you explain Ludwig, then?"
"He was adopted." Gilbert replied, bluntly.
"I was WHAT?!" Ludwig screeched.
"Relax, he's joking." Antonio assured the hyper-ventilating five-year-old. Then turning to Gilbert, shook his head fondly. "Are you the kindergartner here, or is Ludwig? Quit being such a baby!"
"You're only saying that because this must be heaven for you! How did they even let you in?! I'm pretty sure you already have a long record for child molestation!" Gilbert snapped, hotly.
"Ssh! Not so loud!" Antonio playfully winked. "Are we going to do this or what?"
"Vous êtes un homme, sont vous non?" Francis quipped.
"I don't know what you said, but I'm pretty sure it was an insult." Gilbert grumbled, heaving a deep breath. "Fine, let's do this shit."
Summoning all his courage, will power, and idiocy (cause really, no smart man would do this), Gilbert kicked down the door. Almost tore down the hinges.
"I. Have. Arrived!" He announced proudly. And loudly.
Not that anybody could hear. With the chaos the room was in? They'd be lucky if they heard cannon fire. Sadly enough, Gilbert's announcement was reserved to the few people hanging by the doorway. Fortunate for Ludwig though. He still had a chance for a decent reputation!
"Yes, we can see that." A beautiful Hungarian woman replied tartly. She had just recently arrived. Along with her husband, who had gone out on a short trip. Bathroom break. It's already been ten minutes, but knowing her husband... He must've gotten lost again.
Gilbert turned in her direction, eyeing the woman up and down. Huh, not a bad looker. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"And who might you be, sweet cheeks?" Gilbert smoothly asked. "Why don't we get acquainted somewhere private? How does that sound?"
"It sounds like torture. And I'm pretty sure we outlawed torture." The woman answered, returning her attention back to her kid.
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"Yes, and I'm the Queen of France." Francis replied, through chortles.
"With all the prancing you do around? I wouldn't be surprised." Gilbert snapped back.
"You're just jealous of my beauty."
"If that's what you call beautiful, I don't want to know what you call ugly."
"What are you talking about, mon petite chou? You see it everyday when you look into the mirror!"
"Guys!" Antonio cut in, before the tension rose further. A fight in the parking lot was okay. But a fight in the classroom? Torches and pitch forks. And a lot of angry parents.
Gilbert and Francis shot each other a glare, before huffing and turning away. Ludwig rolled his eyes. He sometimes wondered if he lived in a backwards sort of world where the older you get, the more immature you become.
But taking stock of his new classmates, Ludwig saw about ten or so counter-arguments disproving his theory.
Namely, the boy in the blue, red, and white spandex.
"Why did I let you dress yourself?" A man, Ludwig assumed to be the boy's father, groaned. He had a sour scowl on his face, and the largest, fuzziest eyebrows Ludwig had ever seen. Were they alive? OH! He just saw one move!
"What?! What's wrong with my Captain America costume? It's cool isn't it? It's only the greatest outfit ever!" The boy stood firm, stomping his foot.
"You look like a bloody wanker." His father replied. "Look, if this is a call for attention, I'm sorry work's been busy lately. But the grocery bills have been off the charts!"
"And I'm okay with that, you go do your thing dad! I'll be fine!" The boy assured.
"You are certain?"
"Dad! I'll be okay! I'm the HERO! And heroes don't have daddies worrying over their shoulder. Just go already!" The boy was using physical force this time. Pushing at his father's legs, trying to get his father to move.
"If you ever get into any trouble, don't hesistate to call me okay? My cellphone is always on! If you want me to pick you up early, just ask the teacher and--!" The father reminded, halfway to the door now. His son must've been pretty strong to manhandle an adult like that.
"Dad! Just. GO!" The boy gave one final push before being satisfied with his father's distance. "Iloveyou!Seeyouafterclass!Bye!"
And in that rush tumble of words, the boy waved a fond farewell. Returning back into the fray that was a large dogpile of kindergartners. A hand was sticking out from under the moving hill of children.
A frazzled little boy was tugging at said hand. His hair in a bowl-cut, with eyes squeezed shut behind black-framed glasses. He was screaming, "LAAAAAAATVIAAA!"
Ludwig blinked at the scene. Yep. This was weird.
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