"They act like such chicks.." [Open]

[Francis Bonnefoy]

Francis smiled. Andrija was leaning against the wall next to him, slouched a bit so he didn’t look so tall in comparison. Flicking his hair to the side, he watched the students scurry by, all in a rush to get to their next period. He and Andrija, however, were indulging in one of their favourite pastimes. Mocking everyone and everything that didn’t meet up to their high standards.

A snort to catch their attention, the loud whispers back and forth, followed by mocking laughter. It was always fun to see their faces go red, watch them run away, possibly to cry in the bathroom and write in their diary about how mean they are.

He tapped the other’s arm, chuckling, “Andrija, look at that one~ I didn’t know one person could have so many chins.”

[[To be followed by Andrija~]]

[Andrija Ćurković]

[/color]" he crooned to his friend, eyes training on the passerby in question with a small smirk.[/font][/ul]

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Where, in the name of all that is holy, AM I?

The thought exploded through the tall German's head as he checked his watch anxiously. Sure, he didn't have class for a bit, but this school was insane.

He'd already been late to two of his classes, and he'd spent 20 minutes already trying to find his next one! Did he suddenly become blind to every single classroom that his classes were held in? It was like a maze. Everytime he thought he hit up the correct classroom, he was wrong. Everytime.

He was never this bad at directions. Maybe it would be different if he had a map and not the word of students, some of which probably steered him wrong on purpose. This school seemed full of devious people, he decided with a snort as the last kids directions took him the complete opposite of where he was told his class was.

" Scheiße!" He cursed loudly, not bothering to hide how loud his voice echoed in the hall, causing several smaller students to jump. Nor did he bother to hide the swearword.

He was in America, they wouldn't understand what he was saying anyway. He didn't even give the two against the wall a second glance as he stopped near them, placing a hand to his temple and rubbing. He was going to have a long shower after this, for sure. And a good nights sleep after whatever homework he probably was going to have.

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[[Frannie said I could post so blame hiiim ;; ]]

[Francis Bonnefoy]

Jumping a bit, his eyes flicked up to a very loud, very tall, and very angry looking man that chose to stand nearby. Looking the man up and down, he found nothing immediately wrong with him, aside from his hair. Even I don’t use that much product in my hair.

Pushing himself off the wall, dragging Andrija in the process, he weighed his options. He could mock him like he does everyone else, but this man looked like the sort that would punch your lights out. He could also actually help him, but there’s really no fun in that, unless he managed to grope him, but that just lead back to getting hurt.

He winked at his friend, stepping forward and pulling the other with him, deciding on something that could go both ways, either as a mock or a compliment. He put on his best grin and called out to the tall man, “Nice hair, cher~”

[Andrija Ćurković]

[/i] German.

And like every other typical Croatian before him, he had no power under a German's charm.

The brunette attempted to dig his heels into the floor, but it was futile-- Francis actually had a pretty strong grip for someone so... French. In a sudden bout of unusual shyness, he quickly ducked his head rather than face Ludwig, starting to toy furiously with his hair-- a nervous habit. He felt it would be better to keep his mouth shut than to be 'that creepy guy' (even though he'd probably been caught staring multiple times before).[/ul][/font]

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Ludwig almost didn't notice that someone was talking to him. In fact, what he heard, it was such a weird remark that he almost ignored it. Instead of doing so like a smart student, and not get involved, he shot a curious glance at the French student. " Bitte Sie?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The remark caught him off guard. Something about his hair. Something was wrong with it? It's not like he did anything special to it, just slicked it back.

" Is there, something wrong with mein hair?" He asked, his thick accent dripping through that careful English veil he had worked so hard to create, so people could understand him.

And one bad habit he had was slipping German words into his English. He had a hard enough time hiding his accent, he couldn't possibly hide the German words from slipping out. Then he saw the student next to the French one. He seemed familiar.... Didn't they have German together? He wasn't sure, especially with how reserved this student seemed. Not that it mattered, in his classes he tended to ignore everything to concentrate.


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[[Bitte Sie = Excuse me?]][/size]

[Francis Bonnefoy]

He raised an eyebrow slightly at his friend. Andrija was never usually this shy, at least not whenever Francis was around him. Shrugging it off as some weird Croatian thing, he focused on the man in front of him.

So far, the man seemed quite.. nice. A lot nicer than Francis expected him to be, which suited him just fine. Deciding to play it off as a compliment, he grinned, "Non, of course not~ I was simply admiring it, bébé."

Sticking his hand out towards him, he introduced himself, "I am Francis Bonnefoy, the most beautiful man on campus~" A wink, "And this beauty beside me is the lovely Andrija Ćurković, who is single I might add~" Chuckling inwardly to himself, he nudged Andrija forward a little.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

And just where would the fun be if Gilbert wouldn't fit in? Of course, he always had to be in the center of attention, meaning that each time he passed everyone would turn their heads after him and gossip, but that made the Prussian feel even more proud of himself, his narcissistic side growing by each second. Ah, fun, fun. Today he didn't seem to have pick on many people, reason he was just a tad bored, which was a rare thing, I may add.

"Ah, the Awesome me demands entertainment, right now ! ~" The albino platium blond haired boy found himself whine, throwing his hands in the air, displaying nothing but irritation. [/size]

[Andrija Ćurković]

[/color]" the Croatian spoke barely above a mumble, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the accent that tainted his every word-- it seemed to get more obvious when he was nervous. "But... da... that's me."

But as if on cue, the moment was-- thankfully, as Andrija was just about dying of embarrassment now-- interrupted by another loud passerby, and he quickly averted his eyes again.[/ul]

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[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

So he was in his German class. Ludwig wondered why he was cowering so badly. Did Ludwig scare him? That absolutely wouldn’t surprise him at all, as he’d been scaring students since he’s arrived. Though the insults hurt. Because of his aloof and overbearing demeanor, people thought he was mean, or a jerk. Supported with the fact he was German, that’s when the Nazi insults began. The thought did make him angry, but he kept his feelings to himself.

Then he heard something loud. Someone loud. With an exasperated sigh, he shot a look to his brother, whom was, as usual, going out of his way to disturb things. “Gilbert.” He said firmly, turning his attention from the flustered Croatian to look at his Bruder. “Don’t you have class right now?” He asked, glaring disapprovingly at him.

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[Francis Bonnefoy]

He almost let a chuckle slip past his lips; Andrija was just too cute when he was embarrassed. Though before the scene could continue, or he could even get a proper introduction from the man, another loud German appeared.

Ah, Gilbert~

Leaving his friend with the other, subtly hip-bumping him into the mans chest, he made his way over to the Albino, fawning over him like a school girl. "Gilbert~! I would be more than happy to 'entertain' you~" He teased, practically throwing himself all over the taller man.

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( Posting Order:
Francis
Gilbert
Andrija
Ludwig

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[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Ah, Ludwig. Surely, he always had to ruin Gilbert's fun with his seriousity, did he not? With a roll of his eyes, the Albino waved a hand in the air, as if dissmissing the subject. "Eh, I'll pass that." He said, showing no interest in the subject, his shoulders lifting into a small shrug. "Relax Bruderchen, I'm awesome enough to handle myself." He said, smirking.

Then he noticed a certain man come towards him. Ah, Francis. His friend, his brother, his partner. He chuckled at the sight of his actions, rushing to catch him in his arms with a swift movement, his hands wrapped around his waist. "Well if the good looking me wasn't missed ~" He teased. "Hallo~"

[Andrija Ćurković]

[/color]" the brunette spluttered, unsure of what else to say as he backed up a bit and sent the Frenchman the most poisonous glare his eyes could manage, probably with the intent of strangling him later.[/ul][/font]

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Ludwig wasn't in the mood to deal with his annoying, loud, obnoxious brother, and if these two were close friends with him, he certainly didn't want to hang with them. It just meant a world of headac- Well, MORE headaches for him. Though, just as he was about to take his leave, he felt something bump into him. " Wa-?" His hands has absentmindely grabbed whatever ran into him

The Croatian... Yes, he remember him now. And he knew what the Croatians were to the Germans, as if his "family" didn't already remind him enough. Which would definitely explain his awkward behavior. And the way he absolutely fell apart from being this close to the German. " Ah... No, I'm sorry." He replied, giving him a small nod.

That other... French? Yes.... He was a trouble maker along with his Bruder. "You two are close friends?" He asked, nodding to Francis and Gilbert. Hopefully with this information, he could successfully avoid the two of them when he wanted peace and quiet. " Und what about you?" He muttered, looking to Andrija. "Are you friends with mein loud Bruder also?"

[Francis Bonnefoy]

He grinned in delight at Andrija's reaction. This is a side of his friend he'd never seen before, and never thought he'd see either. When the Croatian glared over at him, he merely winked, enjoying the moment while it would last.

He turned his attention back to the tall German, a tiny idea prodding at his brain, "Oh oui~ Gilbert and I are close, perhaps even more than friends~" With a slight smirk, he grabbed Gilbert's face and brought it down to his level, kissing him deeply in the hopes of disturbing at least one of the others. Maybe even Gilbert, he wasn't sure.

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( Posting Order:
Francis
Gilbert
Andrija
Ludwig

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