Kiku's manga styled caricatures of you three lightened the mood, however a hunger built up to replace it. Tino offered to go 'scout out' something interesting to satisfy everyone's sudden desire for food. Unfortunately trouble wasn't far away and it arrived in the humble form of a pair of Kirkland brothers. Arthur strolled up to a table that was set up outside of the school cafeteria which both Berwald and you were occupying; Allistor kept a distance behind Arthur, seeming almost coy.

Arthur: smiling and putting his hands on the back of a chair
How are you both enjoying the fete? Allistor and I are havin' a cracker of a time, aren't we?

Arthur looked over his shoulder to see a very mopey looking Scotsman, rolling his eyes the moment he saw his younger brother looking at him.

Arthur: snarling at him
Bloody hell, why are you being such a black cloud?

Francis: walking past with Matthew and Alfred
Ohohoh~ takes one to know one, black sheep of Europe!

Arthur: waving his fists at Francis
Cheese twit!

Allistor just sighed and pulled up a seat at the table, lifelessly slumped over in his seat.

Arthur: huffing as he takes a seat
Posture ya daft ranga!

Allistor: slamming his face against the table while hunched over
...Nick off!

What's wrong with Mr Raw Scottish Accent With Killer Jawbone Structure?

You stretched out your hand and gently placed in on top of Allistor's fingers that were halfway submerged under his face and hair. His distinct green eyes shot up at you as his face remained smashed against his hand and the table, you could feel everyone tense up at the table, including the silent Berwald.

You: hesitantly talking
W-why are you s-so d-down...?

A small smile grew on his face and his eyes quickly glanced down at your shaking fingers that overlapped his, then back up at you.

Allistor: lifting his head up
Lassie, this is the first time you've talked to me...

Really?
But there was that time when...
Or that time wh--...
Well the other day you t--...
... Well damn!

You: mumbling
Really?

Allistor: softly nodding with a little smile appearing
Y-yeah!
Just a moment ago I was sulkin' about having my ciggies discovered and confiscated, but suddenly y-you've ended that soggy attitude... Th-thanks!

A genuine smile engulfed your face and everyone suddenly seemed at ease, except for Berwald who looked like he was itching to pull you away from Allistor; the Swede's hero then appeared.

Tino: popping out of nowhere is a big tray food
WHO'S HUNGRY!? FOOD TIME!!!

You pulled your hand away from Allistor's that you forgot you still hand over his and looked over at Tino with curiosity; an announcement over the speakers filled you with excitement.

You: excitedly jumping out of your seat
The three of them are performing!?

Berwald: quickly glaring at the brothers
Yea...

THEN WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE WE DOING HERE!? IT'S OUR JOB AS THERE FRIENDS TO SUPPORT THEM DURING THIS! ONWARDS! TO WHEREVER THE PERFORMERS ARE RESTRAINED AND LET THEIR EMOTIONS FLOW THROUGH MUSIC LIKE EM' EMOS ON TUMBLR!

...

It'd be very much appreciated if someone was kind enough to give an approximation of when certain performers where going to perform.... Don't get me wrong, all the acts were great, but this! SERIOUSLY! One can only handle so much of a triangle being rung... CONSTANTLY, WITH NO END OR RYTHEM!

Time ticked by as almost all the students gathered on the beach, watching performers on a floating barge only a few meters in the water away from the surf of the beach. A tiki hut or two were open, handing out refreshments; the huts were only ever open whenever a whole school function was held on the beach. A few scattered picnic blankets, towels and beach umbrellas were set up along the sand; you sat leaning back on your palms on a picnic blanket watching a Latvian boy prancing around on the stage excitedly tapping away on his triangle, lapping up the attention he was receiving for his solo interpretation of 'Cake by the Ocean' by DNCE.

Tino: chomping on a piece of orange and cream cake
... I kinda feel like a 'divine being' is controlling everything we do through writing and we're nothing more than fictional characters in their weird version of literature...

You: tossing your head back to look at Tino
Deeeeeeeeeep stuff right there.

Berwald: trying to be logical
It could just be just that Raivis's horrible musical skills and lack of common knowledge on the subject, picking a song that isn't compatible with his instrument was all a huge coincidence...

You: looking over at the ocean and smiling
Yeah! See, right over there for example! Mathias is naturally rough and childish; no writer would ever write how Mathias is pushing Emil's head underwater right now, while Leon is laughing so uncontrollably in his inner tube trying to stay afloat... Annnnnnnd.... He fell off!

Berwald: watching the 'horse-play'
..... Emil's head hasn't been up to get air in a while....

You: turning a blind eye
Pffft! The kid is gonna be fine!

Tino: shrugging his shoulders and happily eating his cake
Meh, I don't know... I just feel like the author didn't have an idea what to right about for a section and decided to break the fourth wall as just cheap filler and hopefully produce an interesting affect.... Moi! (Hi)

You: mumbling to yourself
Did he drink seawater?

Coughing and the sound of a strong impact against a solid wet surface had curious eyes slyly tracking the three as they all shuffled their way through the sand up to you three. You were both humoured and sympathetic towards Emil as he gaged for air through his coughing and the stinging sensation on his back where Mathias striked him moments ago from a friendly 'pat on the back' to assist him with coughing up the remaining seawater in his lungs. Emil stood in front of you being a shivering mess as water dripped off his frame, so you threw him a local towel that has hanging out on the sand. Emil immediately wrapped himself up in it and threw himself onto the picnic blanket, seated beside you crossed legged and slightly coughing.

Emil: tightly pulling the towel around himself
H-has Lukas gone on yet?

You: snatching a towel off of Leon and wrapping it around Emil
Nope.

Leon: rolling his eyes at you and looking for another towel
... Maybe I'm cold too...

Mathias: crashing down onto the picnic blanket
Great fun in the water! Why didn't you join ____?!

You: bluntly answer
Didn't feel like drowning...

Berwald: pushing his glasses up to his nose
Emil?

Emil: looking up at Berwald and pouting
It was only a little rough-housing.... Lukas doesn't need to constantly mother-hen me!

You: trying to calm down Emil
... I won't tell.

Tino: agreeing
Joo (yeah), Mathias wasn't gonna let you get hurt.

Leon: nudging Emil in the side and belittling him
It was hilarious... We won't let the lil' bab' get a boo boo!

Emil: mutter half to himself
Leon?

Leon: answering
Yeah?

Emil: huffing
Shut up.

Berwald: sighing
... Fine.

Ivan: chiming in
Good, so we're all in an agreement!

Everyone jumped and flung their heads around to see Ivan squatted behind them, smiling with his questionable aura.

Ivan: waving to you
Hello ____!

You: moving over to make room for Ivan
Come take a seat!

Ivan: walking over and sitting beside you
Da! I think I will take a seat beside a beautiful sunflower.

You blushed and looked back out at the barge, now being entertained by Antonio performing a Spanish flamenco song on an acoustic guitar.... A little cliché if you ask me, but non the less highly enjoyable to listen to and a nice break from the triangle being slaughtered. A low growling frequency from behind you made it clear that someone wasn't too happy about the new addition to group and let's just say a not so happy Swede isn't being too much of a Swedie right now... (Haha! Get it! Swedie kinda sounds like sweetie... I'll be talking my lame puns and be going now. Back to the story). The sun seemed to be sinking behind the ocean in record speed, soon making way for the moon and stars to come out to play. During this time, Leon and Emil had found a bunch of glow-sticks and now everyone was highly decorated in fluorescent glowing colours.

Everyone was in high spirits, almost seemed impossible to dampen this mood, but a dark cloud still hung over your head.... Drop out.... Or let the secret be free....

As if on cue silence engulfed the beach, all music was silence and a ghastly figure floated on top of the badge; Mr Germania's presence signalled that time for the announcement was in a matter of heartbeats. But how? When? WHO!?

A grand piano was pushed onto the stage half of the badge by a few teachers, then out waltzed three very sharply dress young men; Roderich, Lukas handling a violin and Gilbert, armed with a fragile flute. They all stood shoulder to shoulder by Mr Germania, respectful standing silently beside him as he gradually opened an envelope sealed with a wax school emblem.

Your heart began to race, pounding, beating, an orchestra of missed heartbeats no longer in rhythm, sending shivers down your spine as you waited for the results.

The suspense become so much that you were seeing everything, but couldn't hear. Everything was so muddled up you couldn't hear what was being announced; a glance over your shoulder and you saw Mathias cheering and then saw Ivan to your side cheering as well.

Did a miracle just happen?
You lost...
Lost?.....
HALLELUJAH!!!

A hand dragged you up onto your heels and the next thing you knew everyone was on their feet. The beach became alive as people jumped up and down; another glance over at the badge and the three have already began playing... But what where they playing?
You tried to make yourself hear, but you were deaf, not even an eerie buzzing noise; your fear clearly still was abundant, so much that a sea of adrenaline had deafened you. The skies lit up and you tilled your head back; the firecrackers had been set off as everyone partied on the beach. You flung your head back looking for the firecracker you made with Ivan, all you need to find is the message "TA DA!" or at least some aqua residue in the sky to know it at least went airborne; each individual firecracker had its own colour so people can tell which was who's.

"THIS IS SO LIT"
"d^_^b"
"GUNPOWDER TASTES FUNNY"
"IVAN + ____"
"MY PONY IS FAB!"
"FLOWER-EGG IN JAPANESE IS A GREAT NAME"

WHAT!!! Hold up just a bit....
Flower-egg in japa---
Just kidding!!!
......
IVAN CHANGED THE MESSAGE!!!?!????!

Your eyes locked on his gleaming violet eyes, both frozen, but for different reasons; he was nervous about his love confession towards you and you were... Happy?

In a blink of an eye you sprung off the ground and flung your arms around his neck, not locking lips with his, but gently rubbing your nose again his 'slightly' larger nose; an innocent Eskimo kiss. Your body flushed with embarrassment as his arms wrapped around your waist, gently swaying your dangling body side to side, with your feet gracefully hanging above the ground.

Passion doesn't need to be hot and heavy, lust filled embrace; in that moment you both knew something unexpected happened. A small and nervous peck on your cheek had you both in an unspoken contest of who can have the redest blush imaginable, he lowered you down and held your hand tightly as you both watched the remainder of the fireworks. It seemed no one noticed what happened between you both, but it sure will be a surprise when they discover you both are now a thing; silently and neutrally agreed without verbal communication.

No one could have ever seen this coming...
YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING!!!

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H-howdy???
Sooooooo..... It's been a while...
S-sor.... Sorry doesn't even cut it, I know it's almost been a month.... I think.
But good new! I'm only holidays again, which means I'll have more time to work on this for you all.... I hope so....
Anyways, thank you so much for your patience, I truly appreciate it!
I'll stop blabbering now, so I can start working in the next chapter  for you awesome guys!

Latvia = Raivis

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR READING!!!!

-BlueTimeFly