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Life is Undefined

Chapter 7:

In Which Class Starts and They All Meet For the First Time in Forever

The scowl on Gilbert's face couldn't have been deeper even if he tried. It even outmatched Lovino's normal expression. Not only had be been forced to separate from the other two nations, he also had to sit through THE LONGEST freaking lecture from his little brother (or rather Germany's counterpart of this world) AND today was the dreaded day.

School.

The word alone made him shudder; he'd had enough of that back when he was only a few hundred years old. Prussia had been born to fight, not to sit around and...and study. Then again, here in this world, he wasn't Prussia. He was Gilbert Beilschmidt, a regular college student living with his younger brother. Speaking of which…

"Gilbert, get your ass out of the shower and start getting ready for class before I have to go in there and get you out myself!"

"Shut up, I'm coming!" the irritated albino shot back, turning off the hot water and stepping out of the bath. It was bad enough that he'd been called out on dying his hair and getting colored contacts despite having done neither of those things. This world was strange…even his 2P counterpart had been an albino, so why wasn't he here?

"Brother, turning off the water isn't enough! Get out."

Gilbert bit down on his lower lip, letting out a low growl. They didn't have enough information; thinking about this was just going to get him even more pissed off. Gilbert didn't like being pissed off. With a deep sigh, he wrapped a towel around his waist and barged out of the bathroom.

Time for school.

"I think that this is the first and only time I'm ever going to say this, but I'm fucking glad to see you, Commie," Gilbert muttered under his breath as he slid into a seat next to the larger nation.

Ivan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you too," he sighed, playing with the ends of his scarf, "Have you learned anything so far?"

"Magic exists, we're apparently being hunted by our counterparts who are still here for some reason, and apparently I'm a blonde in this world. Other than that, jack squat."

"At least things have been happening on your end," the Russian remarked, "It's been rather quiet back 'home'."

Gilbert snorted. "Whatever, man…you weren't the one being attacked."

Ivan shrugged and feigned turning his attention to the front. Luckily, the two had positioned themselves near the back of the lecture hall, so it was all too easy to carry out a quiet conversation without being noticed. "Let's talk later; I think all of us should be together for this," he whispered.

"...Agreed."

If there was anything unsettling about going to an alternate reality, it was that you knew practically everyone you saw, but they didn't truly know you and they were always just a bit...different. Both Lovino and Antonio found this to be terrifying, but Yao seemed indifferent.

The time was a bit past twelve in the afternoon, and the three had found themselves sitting together on a picnic bench, waiting to be reunited with the other two nations so that they could discuss what had been happening. A few times, a familiar face would stop by to say hello, holding a brief and friendly conversation before moving on.

"What the fuck was that…?" Lovino snorted as Turkey - or rather, Sadik - left their table.

"He was trying to be nice, Roma," Spain answered stiffly. He didn't seem very comfortable with the situation either.

"The two of you need to get over yourselves," Yao sighed, resting his chin on his hands, "This is a different world. Things are bound to be different, including relationships."

"You don't sound happy about this either."

"Of course not. Though it might surprise you, this still comes as quite a shock to me. I'm not used to things being as…lax as they are here."

"Dunno where you've been, but this is anything but lax," Romano grunted leaning back against the table, "Things've been happening left n' right. Between getting fucking attacked and being forced to be stuck with this idiot all the time, I don't know how things could be more crazy."

"Don't look now, but things actually are gonna get crazier," Gilbert remarked as he approached the table, "I don't know of meeting out in the open is a good thing since it makes us a more obvious target."

"We're already here, so there's no point in leaving now," Ivan pointed out, taking his seat on the edge of the bench, next to the Spaniard, "What now?"

"We should probably go over whatever we've learned; say what's happened since we've arrived so that we're all caught up," Antonio said, glancing around the table, "...So...who wants to go first?"

A door slammed shut, followed by aggressive footsteps marching into the main room. The blonde nearly screamed in irritation, flopping onto the nearest couch. The Italian sitting in the chair across from him tossed him a pack of bandages.

"I see things didn't go as planned did they, Falke?"

"No, they didn't," 'Falke' responded, tossing the pack to the side, "I underestimated them. They're good."

"Of course they are; they've lived thousands of years longer than we have."

"You say as if you know, Aquila, but would you have fared any better?"

"Probably not," 'Aquila' shrugged, "but next time we'll be prepared. Both León and Fènghuáng have taken their positions. Volk has gotten another to help as well. We can't possibly lose." Falke nodded.

"We'll get them. Experience doesn't matter. We're untouchable."

Gilbert slammed his hand against the table, barely able to contain his laughter after hearing Spain and Romano's plight in the beginning of their venture. Lovino, as per usual, shouted at him to shut the hell up while Antonio simply hid his face in his hands. Antonio ended his portion there, stating that from there on out, his story pretty much coincided with Gilbert's. Lovino continued on, explaining how he found evidence of…something…under the bed.

"Magic," he said plainly, "As much as I hate to say it, that bastard eyebrows may have been telling the truth."

"Not to mention the toilet incident," Gilbert added with a shrug, "If that ain't some sort of fucked up black magic then I don't know what it is."

"Other than finding more traces of...magical influence upon our current situation, that's about all we've got…" said Antonio with a resigned sigh, "Not much, but it's something. How about you, Russia?"

A/N: Prussia's kind of a self-centered douchebag at times in my mind, especially when he's not in a good mood, so that's why he's kind of rude (ijustwroteroodlolfail). And I also imagine Russia (or all of them) to be rather serious when he needs to be so there's that.

The next two chapters are planned out (cuz all I've had time to do in between work and stuff is plan not write), so expect more chapters soon~

I also apologize for the stupid nicknames for the counterparts since I couldn't think of anything better

IMPORTANT(ish): I noticed a continuity error in which Prussia magically finds his counterpart's phone and shoves it into his back pocket somewhere between leaving Antonio's house and going back from the club. I want to add in something to fix this (like another omake or something), but I have no idea how to at the moment, so I would really appreciate it if you left some suggestions. THANK YOU

TBC

(so sorry for the long A/Ns they won't happen again probably)