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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Alfred stumbled a bit, though he lost his balance, he regained it quickly before he went crashing into a locker. Being captain of the football team did have its benefits. He laughed at his Danish friend. "You want to play dirty, dude?" he asked before sticking his foot out swiftly from underneath him. "Oops! Sorry man."
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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 blinked at Alistair and nodded slowly. "More like he annoyed me. What a git he is..." Artie trailed off, before bringing his voice up again. "Did you hear? Alfred, Antonio and a few others are planning a football match after school today. Are you up for it?" he asked his brother. Arthur wasn't sure what the teams were yet, but knowing Alfred, he had probably already made them, with his being way more weighted than the other, because as the American would always say, 'I'm the hero!'
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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]The pair reached their next class, with Lovino grumbling as he took a seat next to Antonio. He didn't like this class. Really, he hated all of his classes. But if they were having a soccer game after school, then that was something to look forward to. He thought about something before turning to his Spanish frenemy. "A-hey, what time are we holding the calcio match? We have a-practice after school, and coach won't a-let us be late," he said, suddenly remembering that he had soccer practice after school. Many of the students here participated in soccer, such as himself, Antonio, Feliciano, and even the frog, Francis and that British guy, Arthur. It was a pretty solid team, and they had been raining champions for at least 3 years in a row.
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    [img width=270 height=400]http://37.media.tumblr.com/tum…rl3bqDzH1r2nbfpo7_500.jpg[/img] [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 250px; height: 390px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify][sub][color=black]Alistair perked up upon hearing there's a football match coming up. It's was fun and it isn't exhausting as rugby. Then he remembered, almost everyone would beat the pudding out of him. "Aye, I'll be delighted to join, let me just ask Dylan." Alistair answered with a smile, before he turned around, facing Dylan, shaking his shoulders lightly to gain his attention. "Hey, are you up for a football match?"













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    Ooc:
    Sorry again. This week I was busy with Christmas, the Flu, and my birthday. APOLOGIES!


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    Matthias snickered as he seemed to have hockey-checked him into the lockers, all falling into his intentions. Thankfully, Alfred bounced right back up and got revenge right away. The blonde found the floor rising up to him, weird... It was only when he felt his cheek pound into the carpet covered floor in the hallway that he realized he fell. Even though he had been tripped, he looked up at his friend and laughed. When he heard the very familiar growl of his Math teacher, Mrs. Scott, who seemed to be very disapproving of the boy's tricks, his head snapped to face her. "Oh, hey Mrs. Scott," he greeted from the floor, his hands folded under his chin. The Dane finally got up to his feet and nudged Alfred "I'll text you during class, it's not like I have anything better to do." he scoffed, holding his books close to his chest.


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    Antonio turned his head to face the Italian as he slid into the desk at Biology. "Oh, Right. I forgot about practice. But practice is right after seventh period-" he paused and started to take out his science notebook, opening it up to a blank, new page ", So I think we'll be fine. Besides, most of the other players on the team are playing in the match." he explained. The teacher started teaching the lesson before the bell even rung, which always annoyed Toni. He crossed his arms on top of his notebook and put his head down, letting his arms work as a pillow. The Spaniard knew that Lovino was bound to fall asleep as well, so why not let them both sleep?


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    Dylan was caught up in his drawing, which had seemed to be a little messy as his palm had smudged some of the pencil marks into a blur. He perked up when he heard Alistair trying to ask him something. "Whut?" he asked, still slightly focused on his drawing. The Welshman's eyes lit up when he finally registered what he was talking about "Oh yeah, I'm in." he nodded to his brother, a ghost of a grin showed until Rudd, the reckless dragon, came flying back up onto his desk. The red reptile started clawing at his drawing, and with a sigh, Dylan grabbed his pet by it's tail and put him on the desk next to him.



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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Alfred broke out into a loud, obnoxious laugh as his friend hit the floor. Once his laughter died away, he helped Matthias off the ground with a strong hand. "See you later, dude!" he exclaimed, playfully punching his friend on the arm before treading away to his own classroom. He slid into a desk in the back, immediately whipping out his iPhone. He opened up his messages and hurriedly made a group text with all of the people who were going to the soccer game. His fingers flew as he sent out a text that said: Sup dudes! Ur all down for a soccer game after practice, right? He hit send, and he listened, faintly hearing the sound of ringtones in the rooms nearby as people received his message.
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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 nodded at his siblings who all seemed to want to go to the football game after school. The Brit was on the school's team, so the match would have to be held after practice, which he hoped that Alfred would consider. Speaking of Alfred... Arthur's phone vibrated once again, so the Englishman had to reach into his pocket and fish it out, opening his messages to see that the loudmouthed American had sent out a group text regarding the football match/ What did they call it in America? Soccer? What a weird word, that was. Before the teacher could walk in, Artie sent out a text in reply. Shut it, twit, some of us are in class! And what do you mean, soccer? It's clearly called football.
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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 nodded at his Spanish friend. That was true. Practice was immediately after last period, and most of the students here were on the team anyways, so it wouldn't be hard to just have the match held after their practice. Jeez, all that calcio would make him tired. When he got back to his dorm he would earn himself a nice, long siesta. Lovi followed Antonio into the classroom, once again taking a seat next to him. The Italian rested his head in his hand, absentmindedly twirling his pencil around his fingers. This period was so boring, and the teacher had already started to teach even before the bell rang! Stupid b*stardo...
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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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    "I have Biology next. Should that be our finish line again? What do you have next?" He asked, reaching his arms up into a relaxing stretch. The Prussian silently vowed to win this race. That last one was simply a result of luck, and nothing more. He was convinced of this.





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    Romania was around but doesn't know what to do. c:
    I haven't abandoned the thread, though!

    [size=20pt] boreas [/size]

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    [ waiting for Kaamos ]



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