"This was a lot of fun, (Name). Thanks for letting me sit with you." Matthew spoke as the two cleaned up their lunch and prepared to leave for their next classes.

"Anytime, Matthew. Don't be afraid to ask next time, too." (Name) replied softly, smiling slightly at the Canadian teen.

"Could I sit with you tomorrow?" He asked suddenly.

With a soft laugh, the girl nodded. "Sure. Anytime." She was going to speak again, but the school bell rang. "Oh... I need to get going." She spoke softly.

Matthew smiled and nodded at her. "Yeah, me too. I'll see you around, (Name)." Matthew waved as he walked away to his next class.

She too began towards her next class. Chemistry.

She hated that class with a passion, and the teacher was no help at all.

She swore that the teacher loved getting a rise out of her, as much as her bullies did.

Walking towards the room, she could just hear arguing coming from the classroom. Peeking inside, she saw that everyone else was in their seat, except for Arthur. The Brit seemed to have been arguing with the teacher over something...

Only, it wasn't their usual chemistry teacher.

In her place, sat a tall young man. His red hair was a mop of a mess, with bushy eyebrows to match. His deep green eyes were staring down the Brit in front if him, glaring harshly. While he wore a blue button down and white tie, he also had an iron earring in one ear.

"Now listen you git, just because you're at my school, it does not make you the boss of me!!" Arthur exclaimed angrily, smelling his hands on the substitute's desk.

"Now that there is a lie, ye wank'! I was called here because Vargas asked me to sub, that makes me a teacher and the boss of you, now get back to yer seat before I fail you!" Roared the red-head, a thick, Scottish accent lacing his tone.

(Name) quickly tried to make it to her seat before the sub noticed, but his sharp green eyes caught her movement. "Oi! You get up here!" Called the Scott as Arthur went, grumbling as he walked to his seat.

"Oooh... (Name)'s in trouble..." Alfred smirked from his seat.

Giving a mental huff in frustration, she went up to the Scotsman, meeting his green gaze with her own (e/c) orbs. As she stood at his desk, she could tell that he smoked. Cigars, probably. She couldn't help but wonder if she also detected a slight smell of alcohol on him.

"Why are you gettin' into my class so late?" He asked, sitting in the chair behind the desk.

"W-well, sir. The bell hasn't rung yet... So the class hasn't started yet." She replied softly.

The Scot's frown deepened at her answer. "Please, you and I know that's a boat load of crap. What were you doin' before comin' here?"

"N-nothing sir, really. I was just finishing my lunch." She spoke softly, trying not to avert her gaze from the taller man.

Unconvinced, he sighed. "Fine, fine. Go on, then."

"Thank you, sir." She spoke softly, leaving to go to her seat.

As she made her way to the back, (Name) tripped on a back that a certain Brit had left right in the walk way. She almost fell the the floor, but caught herself on a desk, bumping her nose ever so slightly against it. She bit her lip to keep a yelp from escaping. Recovering as quickly as she could, she went back to he desk, sitting quietly as the sub began to take role.

"Now then... Galante?"

"H-here..."

"Honda?"

"Here."

"Jones?"

"Here!"

"Karpusi?"

No answer.

"Karpusi?"

The Scot looked up, seeing a brunette sound asleep on his desk. He sighed, walking over to the desk where the boy slept. Tapping the boy on the head, he waiting for him to look up.

(Name) was surprised to see Heracles look up at the Scot from his nap.

"What?" Mumbled the Greek.

The substitute teacher sighed, walking back to the desk as to continue calling roll.

"Kirkland?"

"Here."

The Scot looked up to see what his younger brother was doing, but Arthur was doing anything he could to avoid eye contact with his brother.

"Laurinaitis?"

"Here."

"Łukasiewicz?"

"Like, here."

"Oxenstierna?"

"... Here."

"Steilsson?"

"Here..."

"(Last Name)..." The Scot looked up to see the other students, and spotted (Name) in the back. "You're Louis' younger sister?" He asked.

The young girl stiffened slightly, feeling gazes land on her. "Y-yes, sir..."

The Scot smirked slightly. "He and I graduated the same year. He sometimes comes by my bar on the weekends."

"I-I see..." She mumbled softly, keeping her gaze down on her desk.

Feeling several gazes remain on her, (Name) didn't dare look up at anyone. The class only had a couple work sheets that (Name) finished easily. Keeping her head on her work, she noticed a note passed onto her desk by the Polish boy next to her.

Raising an eyebrow in slight suspicion, she opened the note.

If you tell your brother anything, you'll get ten times what you got yesterday. She read.

Looking up, she saw Arthur glancing back at her before he turned back to his book.

Gulping slightly, (Name) shoved the note in her binder. The bell rang only moments later. Quickly, she left the room before anyone could reach her. She had one class before school ended, but had to grab something from her locker before heading there.

History.

Surprisingly it was taught by the Vice Principle, Ludwig's and Gilbert's grandfather. He never had a problem with (Name), he was very fond of the student considering how well she did in his class.

But of course, she couldn't go to him about her troubles. He would firstly take it out on his grandsons, and they would take it out on her with the help of their friends.

Shivering slightly at the thought, (Name) made it to her locker and opened it.

Like earlier that day, several notes fluttered onto the school's tiled floor. It struck the (h/c) girl as somewhat surprising. Gilbert and his goons would usually only put notes in her locker once a day, but to do it twice, she must have done something wrong.

(Name) bent to pick the notes up and placed them on the floor of her locker as she stood up. Grabbing her History textbook, she took the notes as well while closing the door and locking the lock.

While walking down the hall, (Name) felt someone bump into her shoulder, expecting someone to yell at her, or to push her back, she cringed and awaited the harsh retaliation.

"Oh! Excuse me, bella! I'm rather late for a class that I transferred into!" Exclaimed a cheerful voice.

(Name) had almost fallen over in shock. The voice sounded so much like Lovino Vargas, Italian accent and all. Only, it wasn't Lovino. The boy's hair was much lighter that the angry Italian's, and the strange curl that always hung off to the right, hung to the left on this boy.

His hair was a brown auburn, his eyes a warm amber color that were completely different from Lovino's olive green orbs.

"I-it's no problem..." She replied softly.

The boy smiled and nodded before turning away and walking down the hall.

Still shocked, (Name) watched as the Italian bounced down the hall, happily humming. Shaking her head, trying to get out of her trance, she made her way to her class room.

~~~

"Alright, I hope you all did your homework, because I'm checking it for completion today." Mr. Beilschmidt spoke, tucking his long blond hair behind his ear as he sat down at his desk, opening the class list, preparing to call roll. "Beilschmidt."

"Here."

"Here!"

The blond adult nodded, hearing his grandsons' response. "Bonnefoy."

"Here." Replied the French boy as he hurriedly scribbled down an answer on the homework.

"There's one I'll be counting for half-credit." Mumbled Mr. Beilshmidt. "Braginsky."

"Here~" chimed the towering Russian as he pulled (Name)'s work from his notebook.

"Honda."

The Japanese boy looked up from his manga. "Here."

"Jones."

"Here, sir!" The American called happily.

"Right, Kirkland."

"Here." Came from the proper Brit as he closed his book.

"Vargas."

"Yeah, here." Replied the Italian, while he lazily looked out the window.

"Wang."

"Here." Came from the Chinese boy as he fiddled with his extremely long sleeves.

"(Last Name)."

"... Here." Came the meek reply from the girl in the back of the room.

Marking down the names of his students, Mr. Beilshmidt looked up. "Now, I must announce that there will be two students transferring into this period of History. They're both good students, and since they're both in your grade, you should know them." He explained, standing from his seat and opening the door. "Come in, now."

(Name) didn't look up, despite hearing the groan of two of her classmates, and a happy cheer from another.

"Not this idiota."

"Of course it had to be him..."

"Yo! Bro! What's up?!"

Mr. Beilshmidt sighed softly, going back to his desk. "Now then, there are two empty desks, pick which one you want." He spoke, turning his back on the class.

"Ah! Fratello, I didn't know you were in this class!" Exclaimed a new, but already familiar voice.

(Name)'s gaze left her desk and looked up to see that the Italian that had bumped into her in the hall had actually transferred into her class.

"Of course I'm in this class, idiota!" Lovino exclaimed, sounding rather irritated.

"Those brothers..." Yao sighed softly, opening his text book.

(Name) watched as the Italians interacted, seeing that Lovino's brother took the seat behind him, sitting in between Ludwig and Kiku.

The girl sighed softly, looking back to her desk, but flinched when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. Looking up at who tapped her shoulder, she was surprised to see that it was Matthew.

"I didn't know you were in this class, (Name)." He spoke softly, smiling at her as he took his seat next to her.

Stiffly, (Name) nodded. "Yeah..."

Smiling, Matthew got out his homework as Mr. Beilshmidt began to pick it up.

The teacher stopped when he reached (Name) and Matthew. "Now, while you're one of my better students, just because your brother is in this class doesn't mean you get to mess around." He spoke, looking towards the blond in glasses.

"Yes, sir." Matthew replied meekly, handing the man his homework.

"Come on, sir! My bro isn't gonna cause any trouble." Alfred exclaimed from his seat.

"Even still. There are four sets of brothers in here, the last two being you two and the Vargas brothers." Mr. Beilshmidt answered, placing all of the collected homework on his desk before opening his how text book. "Now, let's get started."

(Name) tried to keep her nervousness in check. The brothers of Alfred F. Jones, and Lovino Vargas were in her class. She didn't think she had much to worry about with Matthew, but she was still unsure with Lovino's brother. For all she knew, they were filling their brother's heads with ideas on how to emotionally and physically hurt the girl.

As Mr. Beilshmidt began to go over the notes from the previous chapter, (Name) slid the notes from her locker out of her binder and into her lap. Carefully opening them, she read the neat and writing.

Meet me in the park across the street from school after 7th period.

T.V.

(Name) felt her sore body go tense. She didn't recognize the initials, or the handwriting. This wasn't one oh her usual bullies that slipped this into her locker. Opening the other note, she quickly read it over.

Make sure to go to the park alone, don't let anyone follow you.

B.O.

Again, initials she didn't recognize.

Who wanted to meet (Name)? And wanting he to be alone while they did so?

Nothing about it seemed good, in fact, it all seemed very bad. Very, very bad.

But if she didn't show, who knows what could happen?

The girl didn't have a choice.