I've returned~.

"Nonsense, Mr. Jones!" yelled a dark-skinned woman who wore a hijab on her head. "I'll be calling your mother and have her come pick you up. There's no way you can go to your classes like this." she scolded Alfred as he tried getting himself out of the Nurse's Office.

"But I have to meet with my group after school!" Alfred complained from his spot on the couch-like bed.

Ms. Hassan, the nurse, started looking through her files that were in her desk. "Well, your group would just have to learn to work without you." she said in a thick accent.

Alfred flung his head back. "Come on! That's totally unfair, du-" Ms. Hassan have gave the American a look while raising her eyebrow. "I mean Ma'am." Alfred corrected himself. Ms. Hassan then turned her head back to her work.

"You can't walk. How do you plan on getting from place to place?" she asked skeptically.

Alfred looked as if he was in deep thought for a moment. "I could…scoot my way over to where I have to go?" Alfred asked, rather than stated. Ms. Hassan gave him another look that said; 'Are you kidding me?'

"Or!" Alfred shouted. "I could try walking on it. It doesn't hurt that bad. Nothing's too painful for a hero!"

Lovino rolled his eyes at the American's…foolishness or stubbornness? He hadn't figured out which one it was yet.

Why was Lovino waiting around for the idiot American? Partially because he's one of his only 'true friends' and the other because he didn't want to have to go to class.

As Alfred argued about his condition with Ms. Hassan, Lovino directed his attention to the boy sitting across the room, relaxed in the wooden chair.

It was the guy that got Al out of the pool, but other than that Lovino knew nothing about him. From the looks of it, neither did Alfred.

He was dripping water onto the floor, from when he dived in to the pool. But he seemed to not care that he was wet. The brunette was… whittling, believe it or not. He was over the garbage can so he wasn't making a mess, but 'Who the hell whittles in school? Who even whittles?!' Lovino thought to himself.

The Australian was making what looked to be… a mini boomerang? 'Man, talk about stereotypical.' as Lovino thought this, the green-eyed teen looked up at Lovino and gave a smile, causing the Italian to turn away in a Huff.

This only 'caused the Australian to chuckle and turn his attention back to his whittling.

"I know you're probably wondering just who in the bloody hell I am?" the teen spoke up, catching Lovino off guard.

Lovino only gave him a look after he got himself back together after the suddenness of the question.

This in turn caused the brunette to laugh lightly before continuing. "The name's Jack Kirkland." he said sticking out his hand to the Italian. Lovino only looked at 'Jack', then to his hand, then to 'Jack' again, looking unimpressed.

"The silent type, huh?" smiled Jack. "I'm from the other boarding school from across town. I just got transferred here a few days ago. And yeah, I'm originally from Australia-"

"No merda?" Lovino asked sarcastically, as he raised an eyebrow. "What do you take me for, him?" he asked jabbing a finger towards Alfred. Which in turned earned a 'HEY!' from the said America as he was having his foot bandaged.

"Ah, so he does talk? And he's Italian." Jack stated triumphantly. "Sorry, mate. Just a question everyone seems to ask. Plus, I sort of wanted to get you talking. It was getting kind of awkward." he admitted. "So, you are?"

"Lovino." the Italian informed bluntly.

Something seemed to click in the tan Ozzie's head. "Ah, you're one of the Italian twins who moved here about a month ago, right?" he asked.

"How do you-"

"Hey, I'm only from across town. New people here are exciting, as I'm sure you've heard." he said as he crossed his arms.

The Italian rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I've heard that…" Lovino sighed.

Everyone's attention turned to Ms. Hassan as the woman stood up. "Alright, I'm going to go to the office to call your mother and to get some towels. You two are making a mess in my office." The Arabic woman said to the two wet students, Alfred and Jack. "Make sure he doesn't go anywhere?" Ms. Hassan commanded more than asked, the Italian and Australian sitting by the door.

Alfred crossed his arms and gave a pout as Ms. Hassan left the room. However, he didn't look very threatening because he was shivering. Lovino looked at him and sighed. Jack looked at the shivering teen as well and got up from his seat.

The Australian took a blanket off of one of the chairs and put it around Alfred's shoulders. "Now, do you really want a cold along with a broken ankle?" Jack asked.

Alfred's face flushed and Lovino had to admit, it was quit amusing looking at the American in this state. "I-I'm n-not, going to c-catch a cold. I-It's not even c-cold in here!" he said trying to sound tough or something Lovino thought. "A-A hero doesn't catch a-ah-AH-CHOO!" sneezed the blonde.

Lovino snorted. "What was that you were saying about hero's not catching colds?" grinned the Italian.

The American sniffed. "Shut-up." Alfred's response caused both Lovino and Jack to start laughing before they were interrupted.

"Alright, where's the bloody idiot!" shouted a familiar voice. Soon enough, a pretty angry-looking Arthur walked into the room.

"Oh no." was Alfred's response.

"You really are an idiot aren't you!?" asked the English boy and he walked up to Alfred. "You can't go a period without me having to babysit you so you won't get hurt! Honestly, you're hopeless!" he shouted as he slapped Alfred upside the head.

"H-hey! It's not my f-fault! S-some kids came r-running in a-and-"

"Oh, just shut-up you stuttering mess." Arthur sighed and he rested his head in his hand.

"Uh, well in all honesty, there actually were some jerks that knocked Alfred into the pool." Lovino informed. Alfred looked at the Italian and smiled at him for defending him.

"I appreciate it, Lovino. But this isn't the only time the twit's fallen into a pool or some body of water." Arthur's said as he looked to Lovino, but then turned to Alfred. "What were you even doing that close to the pool? You know you-" A loud 'ACHOO' from Alfred interrupted Arthur from speaking. Maybe Lovino was seeing things, but it looked like Alfred didn't want Arthur finishing that sentence. It looked like Arthur knew too, because he didn't start the subject again.

Arthur sighed. "Just try to be more careful, okay? You nearly gave me a heart attack when I heard." admitted the Brit.

"I don't understand why, it's not like you're my dad or anything." Alfred said turning away.

"Well, I'm the closest thing you've got!" shouted Arthur. Alfred turned to the Brit with a look of anger and also a mix of hurt in his eyes.

Why did Lovino and Jack feel like the heard something they shouldn't have?

Arthur sighed and took a seat in the chair next to Alfred. "Sorry." he sighed hanging his head down in his lap.

"I-It's fine." was Alfred's response.

Arthur ran his hands through his hair and looked up to Lovino, but his eyes soon widened when he looked at the teen across from Lovino. "Um, hello."

Jack laughed. "Hi. I was wondering when you'd notice I was here." he smiled.

Arthur looked a bit surprised. "Since when do you go to this school?" the English teen asked.

"Since I was transferred and moved across town." informed the Australian.

"Hold on a minute." interrupted Lovino. "You two know each other?"

"Sure do!" shouted Jack. "Artie's mum was my foster mother when I was just a little ankle-bitter."

Both Lovino and Alfred turned to Arthur for the confirm. "Yes, he was adopted when I was six and moved out. He kept the last name though. I'm not sure why…"

"Because 'Jack Kirkland' sounds much better than 'Jack Dunderman'." Jack informed.

Alfred shrugged. "It does."

"When did you move?" asked Arthur.

"A few days ago. My mum was meaning to call yours, but we've been busy with the move." informed Jack.

The boys were interrupted from their conversation when Ms. Hassan walked into the room throwing two towels at Alfred and Jack.

"Here," she said and she made her way over to her desk. "Your mother is on her way here to pick you up. And Arthur," Arthur looked up at the women. How'd she know he was here? She didn't even look at him. "I figured you'd come so I wrote up an Excuse Note for you as well so you can leave with him." Ms. Hassan informed as she handed Arthur two Excuse Notes.

"Thank you, Ms. Hassan." Arthur said as took the notes from the nurse's hand.

"Do me a favor and roll him over to the front office for me with this." she said as she rolled out a wheel chair from the closet.

"Yes, Ma'am." Arthur agreed as he rolled the wheel chair over to Alfred. "Get in." he commanded the American.

"No way!" he shouted. "That's going to c-cause a scene in the hallway!" Alfred protested.

"You're already causing a scene by dripping water everywhere." Arthur argued back as he rubbed one of the towels through Alfred's hair, drying it off.

"S-Stop it." Alfred whined like a child.

"Just get in the chair!"

The arguing went on for a few more minutes until Arthur was finally able to get Alfred into the wheel chair.

Arthur sighed. "You make things way harder than they should be. Your mother is probably here already."

"It's your fault! You kept hitting my foot against the chair!" Alfred argued.

"I said I was sorry!" Their arguing continued until they were out of earshot in the hallway.

Ms. Hassan laughed to herself. "Those two argue more than an old married couple, I swear." Jack laughed along and Lovino chuckled softly. They laughed until they were interrupted by someone walking in the door. How many times has Lovino been interrupted now?

Strangely enough, in walked Gilbert. He was looking behind him and laughing. He probably saw Alfred and Arthur. "What was that all about?" he asked as he strolled on in to the small office.

"Ah, Mr. Beilschmidt. I take it you're here for your Excuse Note for this afternoon?" asked the nurse.

"Ja, I'm leaving as soon as I can." smiled the German. Gilbert's head then turned to Lovino. "Vögelchen! Fancy meeting you here." he grinned.

Lovino raised his eyebrow at him. "Don't be so happy, creep." Gilbert only chuckled more, until it looked like a light bulb went off in his head. "Hey, Ms. Hassan,"

"Hm?" came the response from the nurse who was busy writing up notes.

"I forgot to tell you, but Lovino here is supposed to come out and help me with my training this afternoon." Gilbert put his arm around Lovino as the Italian gave him a look that said 'What the hell are you talking about?'

"Is that so?" asked the nurse, unbelieving.

"Yeah! Mr. Karpusi said it'd be his extra credit. To uh, help make up for his poor effort last marking period. And also because he wasn't there for the beginning." Gilbert informed.

Lovino had absolutely no idea what Gilbert was talking about. When did this happen?

"I don't-" Lovino started but was cut off when Gilbert jabbed him in the side. "Uh, yeah… What he said." the Italian said confused.

"Very well then, as soon as I'm done writing a Late Note for Mr. Kirkland here, I'll write up your Excuse Notes." Ms. Hassan informed.

"Thanks, nurse!" Gilbert smiled. "Call us when you're done!" he waved as he pulled Lovino out into the hall. Ms. Hassan nodded as she continued to write her notes.

"What was that about? I don't want to have to help you work-out or something!" Lovino shouted quietly.

"Oh come on, you know you want to see the awesome me all ripped and-" Gilbert stopped when he was met with the boiling red face of Lovino. "I'm just kidding!" he laughed. "I already did that training course last night. I just wanted to get out of class. Be grateful that I'm getting you out of it too."

Lovino was about to say something, but he realized he didn't really want to go to class either. "Alright then Signore Potato, what do you plan on us doing then?" asked Lovino.

"That's easy!" Gilbert exclaimed. "We'll have a date out and about town!"

Note: Gilbert's joking about the whole "going on a date" thing. He's just taking Lovino out into town.

Hey guys, sorry for the wait! I'm on Summer Break right now, so hopefully more updates! Stay turned~.