Espionage at the Academy {REWRITE IN PROGRESS} {HIATUS} {FINALLY HAVE AN IDEA}

Thanksgiving Update!

Sorry for taking so long... I had a severe case of writers block on this one. DON'T KILL ME! *runs for life* I had to write this fast. Sorry if it's bad!

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"Hey, Kiwi!"

The aforementioned female looked up from the fanfic she was currently writing, locking eyes with the hyperactive Alfred. She sighed, flipping the stack of papers over, turning her body to face the other teen.

"Yes, Alfred?" Kiwi asked, irritated. She had just gotten a new story idea but this idiot had to come and keep her from actually writing it!

"Do you know what day it is?" Alfred asked her, oblivious to her growing irritation, even in the form of the deadly glare she was sending him.

Kiwi's lips curled into a frown. "Of course, how could anyone forget? It's Thanksgiving. But please leave, Alfred. I'm busy."

"Yeah! And that means you have to cook!" Alfred ignored her demands, continuing with his ridiculous banter. "And I'm hungry!"

"Wha- Why me?! Why do I have to do it?! You and I both know well that you can cook also! So do it yourself!"

"I don't feel like it though!"

Alfred gave her puppy eyes, but she was not easily deterred by such tactics, glaring at him in a lethal manner. "Puppy eyes will get you nowhere, Al. I have two dogs at home that do the exact same thing. Now, shoo."

"But... But..."

"I don't want to hear it. You can wait until dinner."

With that, she swung her bag over her shoulder, got up, and walked away from the egotistical male.

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That asparagus needed to be boiled, the mashed potato's needed to be fluffed, the turkey needed to be carved...

Antonio ran back in forth across the kitchen, trying to multitask everything. He was one of the cooks for the campus-wide feast that would be held that evening, as part of the celebration. Where were the other cooks? Apparently, they had ditched their responsibilities in favor of spending time with their friends, while Antonio, was stuck doing all the work.

"Hey, 'Toni?" A familiar voice asked the Spaniard, who spun around quickly at the sound of his friend's voice. Francis was standing by the door, Gilbert accompanying him.

"O-Oh hey, Francis, G-Gilbert." Antonio panted, his speech coming out in short huffs. They stared at him, concerned.

"Are you alright, 'Toni?" Gilbert asked, worried for his companion. He assumed that Antonio had bit off a little more than he could chew, which was sort of what had happened. Antonio nodded furiously, not wanting to trouble his friend's with his own issues. They had already done so much for him, and he felt that they didn't deserve to be tangled up in any more of Antonio's problems, be it emotional, social, psychological, or even physical.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. I've got this all under con-"

Antonio, in his haste to finish everything in time, slipped on the tile flooring, ankle twisting in an odd direction. Fortunately, Francis had rushed forward and caught him. 

"Antonio, that's bullshit and you know it."

"Um..."

Gilbert's eye caught onto a dark mark on Antonio's forearm, near the elbow. He reached out and touched it, Antonio flinching in pain.

"Antonio, did you burn yourself?" Gilbert's tone was serious, one of no-nonsense.

"What? N-no, of co-course not, I just... I-"

"Antonio, you have always been a terrible liar.  We're taking you to the nurse."

Antonio's eyes widened. "But what about the-" Francis cut him off, placing a finger to his shorter friend's lips to shush him.

"Don't worry about that. You would never be able to meet the deadline anyway. We'll just call up Feliciano, Lovino, and a few others to help us finish." Francis stated softly, trying to get the brunette to relax. "You always help others, but when anyone tries to return the favor, you don't even give them a chance. Why is that?"

Gilbert smiled sympathetically. "Yeah, you really need to let others help you, 'Toni. You usually just end up hurt." He motioned to the burn on Antonio's arm.

Antonio finally relaxed, looking up at the other two in defeat. Sighing, he tried to stand up, but almost immediately collapsed, back into his companion's arms. Francis looked down, spotting the possibly sprained ankle.

"Ah, Antonio, did you sprain it?" Francis asked, blue eyes locking with green, until Antonio broke the eye contact, hanging his head. "Now you definitely need to visit the nurse."

"Fine..."

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"What the fuck do you want, Wine-bastard?" Lovino questioned, quite irritated, as his nap was interrupted.

"Ve~ Who is it, Fratello?" Feliciano asked, pausing the movie he was watching.

"What? What the hell happened to the cooks?! They did what!? Those bastards! Wha- What do you mean by 'Antonio's at the nurse?' What the hell did he do?!" Lovino went silent for a moment before continuing. "Fine, we'll be right there. Feli!?"

"Was is it?"

Lovino sighed, facepalming. "Apparently, None of the other cooks showed up, so Antonio got stuck doing everything! And that dumbass got injured. So now we need to help both Francis and Gilbert cook!"

"Oh, that sound like fun!"

"It won't be..."

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Somehow, by some miracle, Francis and Gilbert managed to finish cooking enough food to feed the entire school with the help of Lovino, Feliciano, Bella, Elizabeta, Roderich, Yao, Matthew, and Alfred, who they managed to convince after telling him about Antonio's sprained ankle.

Antonio was able to attend the grand celebration after he got his ankle and burn treated, the other cooks got in trouble, Kiwi compared cranberry sauce to the 'congealed blood of her enemies,' Emil was trying to get his brothers to leave him alone, Roderich used musical therapy to get Elizabeta to eat the turkey on her plate after she heard a disgusting joke, and you can decide what everyone else did.

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This... This was terrible.

I'm sorry okay?! I'm tired, this was quickly written, and it's unedited, so deal with it! I shall revise it in the morning when I actually give a shit.

Thankfully, I have the next part mostly ready, a this was sort of a filler chapter where nothing exciting was supposed to happen.

Did this chapter even make sense?

Hope you enjoyed!(even though I'm a hundred percent sure you didn't.)

-kiwitheimmortal.