[Fic] What Not to Do in School 2
Title: What Not to Do in School
Part: 2 of ??
Summary: Several drabbles about the World Academy's students if they acted like real crazy normal students. In short, if they attended school and were somehow out of character.
Pairings/Characters: Arthur, Francis, Vash, Lili, Roderich, Isabelle [Belgium] , Sey [chelles], Ivan, Natalya, Feliciano and Ludwig in this part. Hinted SwissAus, FrUK, FraBel, and FraSey. And of course. BelaRus. XDDD
Rating: T
Warnings: Crack, based-on-real-life drabbles, a bit of swearing, senselessness(?) And don't imitate anything if you're prepared to be scolded slash spanked on the butt. Oh, and a fail!attempt at humor.
Preview:
"You look like you've only woken up."
"Ja."
Wait a minute…
"You cut the class?!"
"Ja, any problem about it? Tried it just this once, after I saw Gilbert do it. Frau didn't look for me, did she?"
"Nein...but the next time you cut classes, make sure you tell me about it."
"Sure."
----
"Playing Guitar"
----
Break time after tests. Many students are bored to death after two pieces of hell, yet there was the European class having fun.
Again.
"'Ow does the beat go? Like this?"
"Yeah…no, there are no cymbals by that part. Yup…yeah, like that."
"Okay. Ready, Arthur?"
"You bet, git."
"Un, deux, trois, et...!"
Even though it was just an acoustic guitar and a 'electronic drum set resonator' (courtesy of Feliciano, because he got to call it that way before someone had told them the real name of the object), the Europeans felt that Dance Nyte was happening again, or perhaps even a concert. Everyone in the room was singing along to it, until their teacher opened the door, and reprimanded, "For God's sake! Europe, shut up!"
Though they did so, one can still hear the muffled laughter and giggles coming from the room.
----
"Cutting Classes"
----
Vash grumbled. He could've cut classes. Instead, he chose to be a very good boy and sat for almost an hour. He already met the requirements. The teacher was reminding everyone with incomplete outputs and tests.
"Sheesh," he frowned, looking at Lili, who wondered what the expression was for.
"Something wrong, brother?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing, Lili. Don't mind me. I'm in deep thought."
Lili nodded it off. Vash thought of that child he once thought of as a brother - no, wait, they don't know each other, they don't, they never did until high school…
"Alright. You may go."
He raced back to the classroom, where he saw that boy--err, Roderich, sitting very comfortably.
"You look like you've only woken up."
"Ja."
Wait a minute…
"You cut the class?!"
"Ja, any problem about it? Tried it just this once, after I saw Gilbert do it. Frau didn't look for me, did she?"
"Nein…but the next time you cut classes, make sure you tell me about it."
"Sure."
Both didn't know what just happened, yet let it go anyway. Though the next day, they cut classes together. And the day after, they were reprimanded together. Neither didn't mind - the class didn't do anything productive anyway.
----
"Attempting to be Cheesy"
----
…or rather, "The Tales of the Difficult Trials of the Romancer Francis."
There was this one time that he raised his hand in class.
"Ma'am, may I go out?"
Before their teacher can say anything, he continued:
"With Isabelle?"
Everyone booed at him and he was thrown out of the classroom.
"No, no, Sey, don't 'ide from moi!"
"Why would I not hide from you, pervert?"
"Because a girl like you's impossible to find; you're impossible to find."
Sey rolled her eyes.
"Arthur, please help moi!"
"What in bloody hell do you need?!"
"You're the only one who could mend this broken 'eart!"
"So?"
Francis wanted to embrace Arthur, yet all the Frenchman got was a slap on the face. By the way, he found himself on the floor minutes later after the ordeal.
"Ivan, Natalya, I have the perfect song for vous!"
"Eh?"
"Don't touch me…else."
"It goes this way: Ma~rry me~"
A few minutes later, Francis was on the ground with several bruises, and Natalya and Ivan had resumed their game of chase.
"Mon Arthur, you know what?"
"No, I don't know."
"It's like I'm blind."
"Why? Saw the reason why people don't like you?"
"Non, mon cher, it's because no matter where I go, I always find myself coming back to you."
"Bloody hell…you frog, get your hand out of my pants and shi--eeeeeeaaaaaahhhh!!"
"Toni…Gil…mon Dieu…what am I going to do?"
"What, want a stable girlfriend? Verdammt, you're stupid, aren't you?"
"You know our rules, mi amigo, we don't have any constant, correction, Gil, that's constant girlfriends."
"Everyone's tired of my moves."
"Change your plan, Franny!"
"We'll help you with that!"
"My love for you is the domain of y=x. It's all real!"
No.
"'Ey, can I replace your x?"
Nope.
"Then it becomes i<3u."
Nuh-uh.
"Bordel de merde!"
"Perfect, frog. Perfect, ahahaha…"
"You don't know! You don't know 'ow much it hurts! A month without anyone kissing me on the lips is unbearable! I don't know if there's a rumor about me that had spread around, but if I do know of any person claiming to be my one and only, I'll kill 'er!
"…or 'im!"
"…"
"…what's with the sudden silence, mon cher?"
"…tch. Disgusting."
"Yihee, U-S-T, veh..."
"F-F-Feli--?!"
"What the bloody hell is that Kraut and…and…that weakling doing here?!"
"Is it me, veh, or is it that Arthur didn't pay any attention to the girls talking several weeks ago, and Big Brother Francis stayed all day in the hallways and rooftop?"
"The second one, of course. Vhy vould they not kno'?"
"…wait a minute, you…you gits…you spread rumors about us?!"
"Don't misunderstand, veh. I only saw you on your…uh…little…date. Veh, was it some three, four, five weeks ago?"
"You don't understand, Feli! I need dif--"
"Or haf you forgotten that you once said, 'No matter vhere I go, I always find myself coming back to you?'"
The pair of blonds went red; Arthur had a deeper and more visible shade, though.
"On record, that's the first time I've heard you said that, veh."
"...shouldn't have said that..."
"Is there something, Big Brother Francis?"
"...non, nothing at all."
…or perhaps we should call this, "The Tales of Francis' Attempts of Denials About His Real Love."
"FRANCES!! SHUT UP!!"
"Sorry, Grandpa..."
"AND STUDY YOUR FRENCH."
"...putain."
"You don't want your Jason to outrank you in--"
"You're still my Grandpa, and my other Gramps would be Arthur, y'know."
"You and your twisted thoughts."
"Mais, merci! Thanks that you know!"
----
I sound so mataray in the last scene. Yeah. So Francis broke through the fourth wall, and I am very horrified that, coincidentally, I was named after St. Francis of Assisi. Ugh. And the grandpa thing...well...because in one of our jingles, we referred to ourselves as the children of Lavoisier, which was the name of our section. And now that I'm Faraday's [not FRIDAY] child, because we had the block sectioning, I referred to ourselves [without telling them, they don't know Hetalia] as the grandchildren of France and Iggy...
And about Faraday and Lavoisier...oh, no one's our mommy. They're both our daddies, but for different times...like adopted children. Of course, only I said that. I told it to a friend [you know who you are], who immediately adopted the idea but...Fermi had two citizenships [he's a native Italian who moved to America later on], and her previous section was Roentgen [German]. Now she's scared...scarred.
As for "Playing Guitar," I'll admit it happened IRL. I really didn't know how to call that drum-board-sound-resonator thingamajig. But, of course, I was along those who sang "Martyr Nyebera." And yeah, I could hear their giggling too, though I was giggling too.
For "Cutting Classes," I wasn't with those who cut the class, though the part with "the class didn't do anything productive anyway" was...well...happens sometimes. But Roddy and Vash?! Ahihihi...Gilbo's probably absent that day. And for the record, I never cut classes or miss them out for my own selfishness. It's only accidental. [Someone told us the next class was free time, so we believed it, and this ex-president of ours didn't even tell us that we should attend that period though he had signed on the attendance sheet. And then, for the second time I've accidentally cut classes...I fell asleep in the classroom, my friend couldn't wake me up because classes were held in the quadrangle, and last last school year's president with a first lady whom my friend expected to wake me DIDN'T wake me. Ah....high school...]
And for "Attempting to be Cheesy," the first is from a commercial, the second from a classmate, the third is made up, the song in the fourth EXISTS, the fifth is from the same classmate, the seventh [domain] is from a shirt [I have a shirt like that], the eight [ex] is also from a shirt [I don't have this shirt, but I'm sure piccies exist], and the ninth is from the net. Woot woot. What am I doing?
Hmmm....just for LOLs:
Italy: Big sister Hungary has many choices.
Prussia: JA!! *stands* Me, myself, and I! [<--Killer line. I love those commercials. Maybe I should draw the parody, since that couldn't fit in "Attempting to Be Cheesy".]
Oh mai. I'm so talkative.
Questions [something you didn't understand]? Comments [was it good, was it bad]? Suggestions [very welcome BTW]? Violent reactions [Feel free to take this down if inappropriate, or if I'm being too talkative, tell me, okay]?
Thanks for reading~
Part: 2 of ??
Summary: Several drabbles about the World Academy's students if they acted like real crazy normal students. In short, if they attended school and were somehow out of character.
Pairings/Characters: Arthur, Francis, Vash, Lili, Roderich, Isabelle [Belgium] , Sey [chelles], Ivan, Natalya, Feliciano and Ludwig in this part. Hinted SwissAus, FrUK, FraBel, and FraSey. And of course. BelaRus. XDDD
Rating: T
Warnings: Crack, based-on-real-life drabbles, a bit of swearing, senselessness(?) And don't imitate anything if you're prepared to be scolded slash spanked on the butt. Oh, and a fail!attempt at humor.
Preview:
"You look like you've only woken up."
"Ja."
Wait a minute…
"You cut the class?!"
"Ja, any problem about it? Tried it just this once, after I saw Gilbert do it. Frau didn't look for me, did she?"
"Nein...but the next time you cut classes, make sure you tell me about it."
"Sure."
----
"Playing Guitar"
----
Break time after tests. Many students are bored to death after two pieces of hell, yet there was the European class having fun.
Again.
"'Ow does the beat go? Like this?"
"Yeah…no, there are no cymbals by that part. Yup…yeah, like that."
"Okay. Ready, Arthur?"
"You bet, git."
"Un, deux, trois, et...!"
Even though it was just an acoustic guitar and a 'electronic drum set resonator' (courtesy of Feliciano, because he got to call it that way before someone had told them the real name of the object), the Europeans felt that Dance Nyte was happening again, or perhaps even a concert. Everyone in the room was singing along to it, until their teacher opened the door, and reprimanded, "For God's sake! Europe, shut up!"
Though they did so, one can still hear the muffled laughter and giggles coming from the room.
----
"Cutting Classes"
----
Vash grumbled. He could've cut classes. Instead, he chose to be a very good boy and sat for almost an hour. He already met the requirements. The teacher was reminding everyone with incomplete outputs and tests.
"Sheesh," he frowned, looking at Lili, who wondered what the expression was for.
"Something wrong, brother?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing, Lili. Don't mind me. I'm in deep thought."
Lili nodded it off. Vash thought of that child he once thought of as a brother - no, wait, they don't know each other, they don't, they never did until high school…
"Alright. You may go."
He raced back to the classroom, where he saw that boy--err, Roderich, sitting very comfortably.
"You look like you've only woken up."
"Ja."
Wait a minute…
"You cut the class?!"
"Ja, any problem about it? Tried it just this once, after I saw Gilbert do it. Frau didn't look for me, did she?"
"Nein…but the next time you cut classes, make sure you tell me about it."
"Sure."
Both didn't know what just happened, yet let it go anyway. Though the next day, they cut classes together. And the day after, they were reprimanded together. Neither didn't mind - the class didn't do anything productive anyway.
----
"Attempting to be Cheesy"
----
…or rather, "The Tales of the Difficult Trials of the Romancer Francis."
There was this one time that he raised his hand in class.
"Ma'am, may I go out?"
Before their teacher can say anything, he continued:
"With Isabelle?"
Everyone booed at him and he was thrown out of the classroom.
"No, no, Sey, don't 'ide from moi!"
"Why would I not hide from you, pervert?"
"Because a girl like you's impossible to find; you're impossible to find."
Sey rolled her eyes.
"Arthur, please help moi!"
"What in bloody hell do you need?!"
"You're the only one who could mend this broken 'eart!"
"So?"
Francis wanted to embrace Arthur, yet all the Frenchman got was a slap on the face. By the way, he found himself on the floor minutes later after the ordeal.
"Ivan, Natalya, I have the perfect song for vous!"
"Eh?"
"Don't touch me…else."
"It goes this way: Ma~rry me~"
A few minutes later, Francis was on the ground with several bruises, and Natalya and Ivan had resumed their game of chase.
"Mon Arthur, you know what?"
"No, I don't know."
"It's like I'm blind."
"Why? Saw the reason why people don't like you?"
"Non, mon cher, it's because no matter where I go, I always find myself coming back to you."
"Bloody hell…you frog, get your hand out of my pants and shi--eeeeeeaaaaaahhhh!!"
"Toni…Gil…mon Dieu…what am I going to do?"
"What, want a stable girlfriend? Verdammt, you're stupid, aren't you?"
"You know our rules, mi amigo, we don't have any constant, correction, Gil, that's constant girlfriends."
"Everyone's tired of my moves."
"Change your plan, Franny!"
"We'll help you with that!"
"My love for you is the domain of y=x. It's all real!"
No.
"'Ey, can I replace your x?"
Nope.
"Then it becomes i<3u."
Nuh-uh.
"Bordel de merde!"
"Perfect, frog. Perfect, ahahaha…"
"You don't know! You don't know 'ow much it hurts! A month without anyone kissing me on the lips is unbearable! I don't know if there's a rumor about me that had spread around, but if I do know of any person claiming to be my one and only, I'll kill 'er!
"…or 'im!"
"…"
"…what's with the sudden silence, mon cher?"
"…tch. Disgusting."
"Yihee, U-S-T, veh..."
"F-F-Feli--?!"
"What the bloody hell is that Kraut and…and…that weakling doing here?!"
"Is it me, veh, or is it that Arthur didn't pay any attention to the girls talking several weeks ago, and Big Brother Francis stayed all day in the hallways and rooftop?"
"The second one, of course. Vhy vould they not kno'?"
"…wait a minute, you…you gits…you spread rumors about us?!"
"Don't misunderstand, veh. I only saw you on your…uh…little…date. Veh, was it some three, four, five weeks ago?"
"You don't understand, Feli! I need dif--"
"Or haf you forgotten that you once said, 'No matter vhere I go, I always find myself coming back to you?'"
The pair of blonds went red; Arthur had a deeper and more visible shade, though.
"On record, that's the first time I've heard you said that, veh."
"...shouldn't have said that..."
"Is there something, Big Brother Francis?"
"...non, nothing at all."
…or perhaps we should call this, "The Tales of Francis' Attempts of Denials About His Real Love."
"FRANCES!! SHUT UP!!"
"Sorry, Grandpa..."
"AND STUDY YOUR FRENCH."
"...putain."
"You don't want your Jason to outrank you in--"
"You're still my Grandpa, and my other Gramps would be Arthur, y'know."
"You and your twisted thoughts."
"Mais, merci! Thanks that you know!"
----
I sound so mataray in the last scene. Yeah. So Francis broke through the fourth wall, and I am very horrified that, coincidentally, I was named after St. Francis of Assisi. Ugh. And the grandpa thing...well...because in one of our jingles, we referred to ourselves as the children of Lavoisier, which was the name of our section. And now that I'm Faraday's [not FRIDAY] child, because we had the block sectioning, I referred to ourselves [without telling them, they don't know Hetalia] as the grandchildren of France and Iggy...
And about Faraday and Lavoisier...oh, no one's our mommy. They're both our daddies, but for different times...like adopted children. Of course, only I said that. I told it to a friend [you know who you are], who immediately adopted the idea but...Fermi had two citizenships [he's a native Italian who moved to America later on], and her previous section was Roentgen [German]. Now she's scared...scarred.
As for "Playing Guitar," I'll admit it happened IRL. I really didn't know how to call that drum-board-sound-resonator thingamajig. But, of course, I was along those who sang "Martyr Nyebera." And yeah, I could hear their giggling too, though I was giggling too.
For "Cutting Classes," I wasn't with those who cut the class, though the part with "the class didn't do anything productive anyway" was...well...happens sometimes. But Roddy and Vash?! Ahihihi...Gilbo's probably absent that day. And for the record, I never cut classes or miss them out for my own selfishness. It's only accidental. [Someone told us the next class was free time, so we believed it, and this ex-president of ours didn't even tell us that we should attend that period though he had signed on the attendance sheet. And then, for the second time I've accidentally cut classes...I fell asleep in the classroom, my friend couldn't wake me up because classes were held in the quadrangle, and last last school year's president with a first lady whom my friend expected to wake me DIDN'T wake me. Ah....high school...]
And for "Attempting to be Cheesy," the first is from a commercial, the second from a classmate, the third is made up, the song in the fourth EXISTS, the fifth is from the same classmate, the seventh [domain] is from a shirt [I have a shirt like that], the eight [ex] is also from a shirt [I don't have this shirt, but I'm sure piccies exist], and the ninth is from the net. Woot woot. What am I doing?
Hmmm....just for LOLs:
Italy: Big sister Hungary has many choices.
Prussia: JA!! *stands* Me, myself, and I! [<--Killer line. I love those commercials. Maybe I should draw the parody, since that couldn't fit in "Attempting to Be Cheesy".]
Oh mai. I'm so talkative.
Questions [something you didn't understand]? Comments [was it good, was it bad]? Suggestions [very welcome BTW]? Violent reactions [Feel free to take this down if inappropriate, or if I'm being too talkative, tell me, okay]?
Thanks for reading~