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Vexxyus · Dec 6th 2014

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 510px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;][color=white]Just the man he wanted to see, well not really. Upon seeing Arthur and hearing his question Francis allowed a smirk to appear on his face. [b]"Well bonjour Arthur. That's not a very nice way to greet your new classmate. Please don't tell me your manners are as bad as whatever you call those rock hard cake things," he responded, referring to scones. "But, if you really want to know, I had a schedule change," Francis added on, pretty amused with how shocked Arthur looked.
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Knightingale · Dec 6th 2014

Matthew smiled and walked down the hall. He sighed glancing at the sun filled windows, "today will be good, right Kuma?" he asked the little polar bear in his hands. The polar bear was distracted by looking around at the other countries as they passed.

Russia huffed as he stepped out of the room and walked off in a stable matter. He made sure he had many exit ways around him, just in case he ran into his little sister.

Hawkspark · Dec 6th 2014

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Eliza felt a rush of adrenaline fall over her when he accepted her challenge. "Well, get ready to loose." she retorted in her usual competitive matter. She rolled her sleeves back up, as they had already started to fall down, and checked the halls for any person in their way. The Hungarian looked back at him with one curt nod "Ready-" she directed her vision back to the long hallway in front of her. Elizabeta let a few seconds of pure silence pass before she started it. "Go!" and with that one word, Eliza ran like a dog off it's leash. Knowing Gilbert, he would certainly catch right up with her, keeping the competition close.

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Antonio shook his head as the rounded the corner to their history class "I am not trying to be rude, just honest," he explained briefly before grinning at the sight of Alfred and Matthias "Buenos Días!" he greeted the two blondes and sat in the desk next to Lovino's, which was also behind Matt's. "So, what is the plan for today? Any of you up for a match of [/i]fútbol[/i] later?" he offered, knowing Lovino and Matthias loved the sport, and Alfred was practically good any kind of game that involved winning and competition. The Spaniard glanced at the more-than-grumpier Italian, and started to rummage through his backpack. He grinned faintly when his hand brought out a ripe tomato, handing it to Lovino. "You didn't eat desayuno, breakfast..." Antonio knew that tomatoes weren't usually associated with breakfast items, but the red fruit never disappointed his Italian friend.

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Matthias twirled around in his chair to face the two friends, grinning at the mention of soccer. "I'm always up for a game of fodbold! We should get more people in on this," he nodded his head, excited in the thought of a huge soccer game with everyone in the school. The Dane started to branch off from the soccer idea to others. What if we had a huge soccer game in the school, like running around classrooms and getting from one end of the school to the other for it to be a goal! he thought, in an almost ADHD matter. He started to stare at the back of the room as his mind worked like an engine, but suddenly snapped out of it and turned back to Alfred, Antonio, and Lovino.

laurgee · Dec 6th 2014

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[font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Alfred's eyes went wide with excitement. He was practically jumping up and down in his seat. "Oh my god, dude! That's a great idea! But you do know that I'm going to win, right dudes? I'm the hero after all, and the hero always comes out in the end," he exclaimed in an almost child-like manner. Whenever the American was involved in any type of competition or anything, he always had to win. It was in his nature. Alfred wasn't as particularly good at soccer as he was in football or basketball, or anything, but he was still decent at it. Besides... the other countries couldn't be that good could they?
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[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Arthur scowled, his state of shock quickly dissolving into annoyance. "The administrators had to have put a frog like you in my class. I mean, we already share a room together," he mumbled, crossing his arms. He blinked at his friend/enemy (but mostly enemy). "They're called scones, by the way. They're much better than your food anyways," the Brit said stubbornly. He and Francis had been great rivals since the day they were born. Although they did have moments where they were at peace, most of the time that they were together was spent bickering and arguing. It definitely was a complicated relationship.
[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: bold; font-size: 72px; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: -6px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]Romano[/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Lovino glowered at the three other men, before his expression lightened a bit (from a genuine frown to... less of a frown). "Oh. A-yeah! That sound's not as boring as some other things I could be doing. I'm sure that Feli, my idiota fratello, would be happy to join too. You know, we don't suck at calcio, soccer, all that much," he explained. Turning to his Spanish friend, his eyebrows raised as Toni presented him with a tiny tomato. "Ah, grazi, Toni. I hate your jerk face a little less now," the Italian said as he popped the small food into his mouth.
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Vexxyus · Dec 7th 2014

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[b]"Really? Is that why you're not in the Gourmet Food Club? Face it, my cooking's better then yours," he exclaimed, proudly placing his hands on his hips. He was so caught up bickering that he hadn't even moved from when he entered the class. Francis had a past of teasing Arthur, however that had just let to even more arguing. In the odd times of being neutral, it was great, but outside of that it was just constant having a go about each other. Francis had forgotten half of the fairly little things that they had disputed about, and the one right now would just be another to add to that very long list.

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Brokenhowl · Dec 7th 2014

Gilbert nearly stumbled while taking off running. Silently praying that his competitor didn't see that mishap, he was already catching up, neck in neck with Eliza. The entire activity reminded him of when they were kids, constantly challenging each other at every little thing. His bad mood had all but been forgotten, an obvious grin creeping it's way onto his face. "This is almost to easy." He dauntingly said as he started to inch a few spaces in front of his rival.
It's a wonder as to how this Prussian's ego didn't engulf the entire planet, with it being so overwhelmingly large.

((Marianne will be played later, once I can have her interact with the others. She's alone in the English Lit. XD))

Hawkspark · Dec 7th 2014

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While her (short) lead in the competition lasted she could hear a faint pound of feet. She snapped her head around to see the last seconds of Gilbert's stumble, which had costed her some time as she started to quietly laugh. Just like she knew he would, the Prussian caught up to her speed, gradually passing her and taking the lead. "Oh yeah?" she exclaimed and mustered enough energy for her pace to barley match Gilbert's. Eliza's green eyes widened as neared a sudden corner in the hall. She gave him a small push the opposite way before they came to the corner "Oh, sorry, I didn't see that corner there!" she turned around and grinned back at him in a taunting matter.

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Ooc: I could play Italy maybe for the time when he's playing in the game? It would just be for that one time.

Ic: Antonio nodded to him, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He turned his vision and attention back to the other two "After seventh period meet at the fútbol field, tell as many people as you can." he told them, already having a few people in mind to invite. "You think you can beat me, no?" the Spaniard smirked at Alfred. Toni knew that Americans weren't too good at the sport, they went towards fútbol Americano or baloncesto, but he learned to never underestimate Al. Like he said, the hero always comes out in the end, and he was almost always the hero. "How about teams? We could have two captains and they could choose from there."

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Matthias put his chin in his hands and watched the others figure out the soccer game. The Dane was one of the best at the sport, not the best, but definetly a competitor for it. He would've rather played hockey, as he was quite good at it, but he could turn down a game of soccer. "Don't make Al captain, he could learn a thing or two about 'soccer'." Matt made air quotations at the word. It made almost everyone laugh at the weird translation of the word in American.

Brokenhowl · Dec 7th 2014

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"Guten morgen!" Gilbert called back at Gilian, before turning his attention back to the race, just in time to feel himself pushed the wrong way, toward another hallway. " Hey!" He exclaimed, desperately trying to turn on his heel and set his course straight again. "Two can play at that game." He muttered between breaths, face lowering and eyes narrowing in determination.

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Hawkspark · Dec 7th 2014

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Elizabeta clenched her teeth angrily as he met her pace again, for what felt like the ten millionth time. "I'd like to see you try." she sneered at him, putting all her focus into winning. She would've turned around to say a quick hello to Gilbert's sister, but the Hungarian's priorities were already set. Her books and binder were starting to slip from her grasp. While trying to push her speed to the limit one of her books started to slide from her hand. She narrowed her eyes and caught a book right before it hit the ground, but it did send her back a couple of feet from the sprinting Prussian.

Brokenhowl · Dec 7th 2014

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[shadow=red,left]There is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful...

[shadow=red,right]And that line is covered in jellyfish.[/shadow]

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"Well, doesn't somebody have butterfingers this morning, huh?" He puffed as he watched Eliza nearly drop her book. "Don't fall behind, now!" Letting out a single laugh, he turned his attention back to what was in front of him. His pride, ego, cockiness, and competitive nature were shining brighter than the sun at this point.

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Hawkspark · Dec 7th 2014

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Eliza growled and tightened her grasp on her books "Oh shut up!" she retorted, hustling to get caught up with him. Each footstep counted, as they had to be extremely close to his first period classroom by then. "I won't," she responded in between breaths "And I won't let you win either!" she responded in a proud matter. Eliza was only about a step behind him, so close to victory she could almost taste it. The adrenaline and excitement of the race made her unable to contain her grin. The race certainly brought back the old fun the two of them used to have when they were younger.

laurgee · Dec 7th 2014

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[font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Alfred made a pouting face at Matthias. "So what if I'm not that good at soccer? Let's see you all play American football, huh, dudes?" he exclaimed. "Ok, then how about you and Toni be captains? Just as long as you pick me first, ha. I mean, if you want to win," the American continued. Al took off his glasses and laid them on his desk, his vision blurring slightly.
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[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Arthur frowned at the Frenchman. "It isn't my fault that you, Yao, and Sadik don't have a taste for traditional English scones," he muttered. It was true; he had tried to join the Gourmet Food Club, but the exclusive group had banned him from ever joining. Trying to think of a good retort for Francis, Arthur said, "At least I don't look like a frog, do I."
[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Lovino looked at Antonio. "Hey! Don't a-forget me, you jerk. I'm not half-bad at soccer, if I do say so myself," he grumbled. [b]"Oh, and you b*stardos better not put me on the same team as my fratello, Feliciano. He is the biggest idiota, and he never listens," the Italian mumbled. He and Feliciano had been raised separately, which was part of the reason their relationship was so bumpy. Although Romano hated his identical brother, Feli loved him and was always trying to get them to 'bond'. [move][/move]
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Brokenhowl · Dec 7th 2014

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[shadow=red,right]And that line is covered in jellyfish.[/shadow]

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A chirp erupted from Prussia's pocket, and unfortunately, it caught him off guard. In the moments he glanced down to check if Gilbird was OK, he slowed down. Blinking, he let out some sort of yelp, seeing that he was falling behind. He worked his legs furiously in an attempt to make up lost ground, his expression clearly showing his slowly evaporating hope to win.

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Hawkspark · Dec 8th 2014

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Eliza grinned even wider when Gilbert got caught up with the small yellow bird, even though she was slightly worried about Gilbird. The last stretch of hallway was laid out in front of her, though she could barley see the classroom door as herds of students gathered around the classroom door, talking with their friends before their classes would commence. Her once consistent speed was inturupted by the groups of kids. "Excuse me, sorry, I just have to get through here-" she apologized as the roadblocks made her slow to a walking speed to get around them. Eliza turned her head back to see the Prussian right on her heels. She turned the other way and saw the crowded room off Flag Designing shining like the finish line it was.

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Antonio grinned softly at Alfred's decision on him being captain "Muchas gracias, Al. I am honored to be captain, but I'm going to have to take Lovino as my first pick," he glanced at the Italian with a satisfied expression "He's pretty good." Toni almost chuckled at the irony of his picking of Lovino instead of Feliciano. He remembered a long time ago when he was begging to swap the stubborn Italian for the more easy going one, but after getting to know Lovi over the years he knew that he wouldn't trade him for Feli ever. The Spaniard looked back at Matt and Al "Maybe you can get Arthur to join your team, he is a worthy opponent." he offered, getting his notebook and pencil out as he saw the teacher signaling the start of class.

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Matthias looked back at Alfred "Looks like we're going to be teammates, welcome to the winning team," he smirked, running a hand through his wild blonde hair. "And I guess since Lovino doesn't want Feliciano, we get him." he shrugged, not minding if the more perky Italian joined their team or not. The Dane was just happy to be playing a game of soccer, as a full day of work and listening almost begged for a little competition at the end of the day. Matt would've enjoyed having a couple of the Nordics on his team, like Berwald who was surprisingly good at the sport and maybe also Tino who was uncharacteristically aggressive, but playing with Antonio, Lovino, and Alfred was definitely just as good.

Vexxyus · Dec 9th 2014

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[b]"Hey, shut up black sheep of Europe!" he spat in response, loosing his temper moreso sitting down on a desk behind Arthur's. This way, he could continuously annoy him, by kicking his chair or something similar to that. It could be considered a childish way of thinking, especially by calling England by one of his most despised nicknames, however it tended to be the way when dealing with rivals. Next, Francis would probably be asking him for a competition of some sorts.

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snowstripe1388 · Dec 9th 2014

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Once Gilian got to her class she sat down and laid her bag carefully on the ground. She wondered to herself if this class would be hard or not. Getting bored she pulled her snowy white hair around one shoulder and began the long process of putting it in a side braid.

Brokenhowl · Dec 9th 2014

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[shadow=red,left]There is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful...

[shadow=red,right]And that line is covered in jellyfish.[/shadow]

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((Low muse, sorry...))

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Gilbert nearly ran into multiple people in the crowd, reaching out in attempt to grab Eliza so his own victory would be easier. He would have nearly accomplished it, too- If he hadn't tripped, and fallen right onto his target.

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laurgee · Dec 10th 2014

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[font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Alfred made a wide, cocky grin at Matthias. "H*ll yeah, dudes! I'm so totally pumped for this. Just as long as Toni and Lovi know that they're going to lose, and just as long as Arthur doesn't complain the whole time. Oh! Let me send him a text," he said. He laughed loudly and yanked out his iPhone, frantically sending a text to the Brit that said, Hey dude! Sorry if you're in class, or whatever, but a few buddies and I are planning on playing a huge soccer game after school today! Want to join??? He typed before adding, Frenchy can join too. The American pocketed his phone, earning himself a glare from the teacher as he walked into the room. Groaning because class was beginning, he yanked out his History notebook and fished around his drawstring bag for a pencil. He came up with nothing. Nudging the Dane sitting next to him, he whispered not so quietly, "Uh... hey, Mattie. Could you lend me a pencil, dude? I don't have one."
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[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Arthur inwardly groaned as Francis chose the seat behind him, knowing that the Frenchman would be a great distraction to the class. Suddenly feeling a buzz in his pants, Arthur pulled out his phone, only to see a very obnoxious text from Alfred that said: Hey dude! Sorry if you're in class, or whatever, but a few buddies and I are planning on playing a huge soccer game after school today! Want to join??? Frenchy can join too. Arthur raised a thick eyebrow before quickly replying, Um, yes, sure. Just as long as you don't put me and that French wanker on the same team. Putting his phone away, he turned to Francis behind him. "Listen here, you twit. Alfred and his friends are playing a football game after school and are wondering if you and I would join them," he said, trying to keep his cool.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Lovino grunted in response, something that could be translated into a 'yes'. "Whatever," he mumbled before flashing an angry glare at Alfred. "You b*stardo, don't a-call me that," he said angrily before leaning back in his seat. Thinking of the calcio, soccer game, after school, he replied to Matthias, Antonio, and Alfred, "A-hey. Just as long as the tedesco, German, can join me and Antonio's team. Ludwig is a beast at a-football."[move][/move]
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Hawkspark · Dec 10th 2014

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Seconds- No, milliseconds, were the only thing between her and the doorway to the classroom of Flag Designing. Small sprouts of energy were the only thing that kept her quick while weaving around the students who hung around the already busy hallways. Victory was ready to welcome Eliza, but something, or someone, brought her down. She let out a small yelp and fell to the ground with lots of weight on top of her. The Hungarian opened her eyes to see the fallen Prussian on top of her, first widening her eyes and then yelling in a frustrated matter "Gilbert!". Loudly, but not loud enough for anyone to pay attention to her voice.

Brokenhowl · Dec 10th 2014

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[shadow=red,left]There is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful...

[shadow=red,right]And that line is covered in jellyfish.[/shadow]

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The albino quickly found himself nearly crushing his opponent. He heard another high-pitched chirp trumpet from his beloved Gilbird. "N-nien!" He cried out, scrambling to his feet. Brushing himself off, his face was almost as red as his eyes. A hand lingered in the open, offering to help Elizabeta up. "Th-that was very unawesome of you." His gaze wounldn't meet with hers, even if he knew damn well it was his fault. Expression showing a vast mixture of emotions, he shut his mouth with a snap, too embarrassed to say anything more.

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