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"Oh yah! You got urself a deal dude."
Alfred smiled and draped his arm over his friend's sholder. The reasion he didn't jump right into the idea, thow it had crossed his mind, was because he was having some problems with his gutar. For some reasion it wasn't sounding right. Not to mention he had never played a bass gutar ether, only a regular acustic gutar.

(Also Canada hasn't been around.)

Some things never change. Arthur smiled back and slightly blushed from the embrace. It reminded him of the days when america was young, except way taller. Was he always this warm... Honestly the brit didn't exactly care what Alfred played.

"Heh, you can let go." starting to worry what others may think as Al hugged a tad longer than needed.

I have rules in my territories:
*Follow my orders
*Call me -sama
*Don't complain about my food

(yeah I've noticed. I had to remind myself that there is a Canada in the class ^.^; so quiet that I forgot him.)

Arthur tilted his head curiously Was that a pout I just saw?

"I do believe we still have home economics then lunch." he said checking his schedule that he kept in his notebook. Arthur was starting to get a little hungry himself. "Too bad the school doesn't incorporate tea time."

I have rules in my territories:
*Follow my orders
*Call me -sama
*Don't complain about my food

Gloom came across his face. "Are you saying that my cooking is bad?" After all Arthur was the one that provided Alfred food growing up and he didn't complain back then. "My cooking is better than that wine loving frog!" getting flustered.

I have rules in my territories:
*Follow my orders
*Call me -sama
*Don't complain about my food

Katya quietly slipped into the music room, internally fretting. Would she get detention for being late on her first day? Her anxiety increased ten fold. She had never been in trouble before! What if Vanya found out? Would he be terribly disappointed in her? She swallowed back a whimper. Hopefully, if she quickly sat down no one would notice her being late.

It wasn't her fault, really. She had, after all, woken up on time. But then the world decided to hate on her. She had been in the hallway, walking to first period, when someone bumped into her, knocking her harshly into a janitor's closet. She landed heavily on her bum inside an empty mop bucket, stuck. Of course, if that was bad enough, the student's buddy decided to close the door. She could still hear his obnoxious laugh ringing in her ears. So there she was, stuck inside a pitch black closet with a door that locked from the outside. Eventually she managed to extract herself from the bucket, rubbing her sore rump to ease the pain. Luckily, her uniform hadn't been soiled by cleaning supplies. Thank goodness for small miracles. The janitor didn't stop by until the beginning of third period, very surprised by the tearful girl locked inside.

Then, to make matters worse, she got lost on the way to her class. But, here she was, frazzled and slightly worse for wear. She certainly didn't expect the slight chaos she happened upon. Bagpipes, violins, talk of guitars... Maybe it was better she had shown up late. Maybe.

Katya nearly flailed, surprised by the tapping on her shoulder. She heard a small squeak escape her lips, turning rapidly to see who had touched her. Oh, it was only Berwald. While the boy certainly seemed threatening, she knew from her previous year of school that he was merely only unfortunate enough to look extremely intimidating. However, he was actually a pretty nice guy, if not a bit quiet. Being related to Ivan, Katya wasn't terrified of the boy's height, pre say. She mainly overlooked her brother's... frightening demeanor. Berwald, compared to Ivan, was like a small chihuahua: completely nonthreatening.

"O-Oh! Hi Berwald!" She managed to squeak out, wiping furiously at her eyes. Come on, Katya, it's the first day, you promised yourself you wouldn't cry! It's okay now, everything's fine!

Katya took the handkerchief, mumbling her thanks, carefully dabbing her eyes. She had already been mostly right, it seemed, about Berwald being a good guy. She gave him a water smile.

"I was locked in closet," she told him, her accent thickening due to her emotional stress, careful not to soil the handkerchief too much. He was nice enough to let her use it and she didn't want to dirty the thing. A few dabs to get the excess tears away would do the trick. "Then I was lost. But it is good I did not miss anything, right?"