Six ordinary middle school girls...
Several personifications of countries...
A HELL ton of tomatoes, wurst, and drama...
One middle school...
...What could possibly go wrong?
A/N: Rated mature because...Romano's cussing and both Prussia and France's...
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Sabine Guerrera
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Thea😸: which class u in?
Sabbi😈: *sigh* spanish with miss katarina
Thea😸: ooh...sorry bub.
Sabbi😈: i only got thirty more secs until im free from this hellhole!
Thea😸: lol, ur right. see you at lunch my little munchkin
Sabbi😈: ciao~
Sabine sighed softly, tucking her phone into the waistband of her jeans. As Miss Kat droned on at the front of the classroom about conjugations and verbs, the Italian craned her swan-like neck to the back of the musty room. In the corner, already half asleep on Alina's slender shoulder, sat her sleepy looking sister Gaia. Chin-length chestnut hair falling delicately over her pale freckled features, as the girl's head dipped down dangerously. Eyelids halfway closed over her amber orbs.
Idiota, falling asleep in class is automatic detention. Snorted Sabine internally, quickly leaning over her chair and snapping her fingers in front of Gaia's face. "Wake up stupida!" She hissed, and her sister's eyes fluttered open quickly. "W-what!?" Gaia exclaimed loudly, until Alina's soft hand gently covered the smaller girls mouth. "I got her!" Murmured the Korean, sparkling brown gaze glowing with amusement. Sabine nodded tersely, before turning to the front of the class once more.
After a few more minutes of constant boredom, the bell finally rung for lunch. The Italian leapt to her feet, relief flooding her system like water breaking over a dam. Quickly jumping out of the way to avoid the floods of students, Sabine made her way to her friends who stood chatting in the back corner. But just as her slender body was about to move forwards, it crashed quickly into somebody else's.
"What the fu-watch where you are a-going you stupid bastardo!"
Sabine gaped in shock for a few moments, meeting the all-too-familiar gaze of a certain hotheaded, tsundere Italian.
Romano's emerald orbs widened with surprise, embarrassment turning his smooth olive-golden skin a tomato red.
"Oh! I am a-so sorry ragazza! I-I didn't know it was a-you and-"
"Shh..."
She took a minute to assess the boy's glowing features. He had a slightly tanned complexion, striking green eyes, and neatly styled rowan colored hair. The boy's body wasn't exactly buff or packed with muscle, but still very lean. Then there was that infuriating curl that stuck out of his mass of hair. Still, curl and all, Sabine grudgingly admitted that he was pretty decent looking.
Crossing her arms, she huffed gently, amusement sparkling in her dark orbs. "Nice to see you too Vargas." Snorted the Italian girl, self-consciously tugging her jean jacket over the simple, cropped white tank-top. Sabine couldn't resist the urge to chuckle as the grumpy Italian boy turned redder at the sight of her belly button. She was quite proud of her fitness after all.
