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beau_bonnefoy in hetalia_daigaku

King of the Playground

Nov 11, 2009 18:37

Who:BTT and others
Where: Elementary school playground
When:1997
What:Recess
Can other people participate?Yes; if they attended elementary school with us
Summary:The Bad Touch Trio, Arthur, and others interact on the playground

( Meet you by the sandbox… )

gilbert, francis, roderich, haakon, arthur, antonio

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reverie_iggy November 12 2009, 03:26:09 UTC

Young Arthur was distressed that day and it was evident through his furrowed eyebrows, narrowed emerald eyes, pouty lips, and angered flush across his somewhat pudgy cheeks. He knew that it was going to be a horrid day from the very moment that he woke up that morning, since it was a school day. It was always like this, those three boys who constantly banded with each other as if they were a trio of some sort causing havoc amongst the students. Arthur was one of their favorite victims and the English boy would make sure that he would bring their downfall one day. Maybe not soon, but one day! He would grow up to be big and strong and ( ... )

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reverie_iggy November 19 2009, 06:53:16 UTC

If Arthur's day had been bad from the start, the very moment that he landed face first into the ground beneath him just made it oh so much worse. He knew that there was something terribly wrong when his mythical friends began to run away, horror evident in their expressions. "W-Wait! Where are you guys going?" Arthur asked, voice cracking now that it was one of the first times he spoke ever since the glue incident. His cheeks were flushed and eyes glistening with a thin layer of welling tears, threatening to spill if it wasn't for the fact that he hated to show his weak side ( ... )

ricotomato November 13 2009, 14:26:37 UTC

Antonio jumped from the chair then the bell rung, almost scared. He had felt asleep on class... again. Boo. It wasn't his fault! The teacher was so boring... And he had placed Francis on the other side of the classroom. SO NOT CUTE! He just tryied to make the British guy look a little more decend... with glue. MAybe it wasn't the best idea ever or something but Francis was always so nice!

He automatically ran to the jungle gym when they always met. He was sure Francis would be there already since he wasn't in the class when he woke up. And Gilbert would be with them soon! God, the playground was so much fun. Maybe they could pick on the Austrian guy today too, heee...

They could pick on Arthur too... but Antonio secretly felt bad for him. He didn't seem to have any friends whatsoever and he was always talking with their imaginary friends... but something told him that cuteness wouldn't last forever and he would regret if he was friendly with him, and so, he just did what his friends did.

He waved at Francis with the biggest grin

beau_bonnefoy November 14 2009, 02:20:02 UTC

Francis waited for what felt like an eternity! When he finally saw Antonio, most of the other fifth-graders had gone to their respective places on the playground. Antonio was waving, smiling that big goofy grin of his that Francis adored so much.

"C'mon, hurry up," he told his Spanish friend. When Antonio was beside him at the top of the jungle gym, Francis took a moment to look around the playground. He liked to think of the playground as their territory, which they ruled over fairly. And there were the bad guys. The tyrants, who wanted to claim the playground as their own...People like Arthur. Oh, yes, Francis was onto him. The English boy was plotting something, Francis knew it.

"Nnng, when's Gilbert gonna be here? He's taking too long."

ichbin_preussen November 14 2009, 03:09:32 UTC

Gilbert wasn't too worried about being late rushing out of the building. He knew the other two would have already claimed their spot and were probably coming up with something really awesome to do. Still, for not being worried, Gilbert was hurrying as fast as his short skinny legs could carry him, shirt tails untucked and fluttering behind him. No way would he be the one to blame for wasting a single minute of recess.

But that Austrian kid..Gilbert pouted as he neared the jungle gym. That dumb kid with his glasses and weird hair kept giving him weird looks all morning! So what if Gilbert was covering his hands in white paste, letting them dry, peeling off the weird skin-like layer it turned into, and pegging the wadded up grayish stuff at his head when he wasn't looking? He didn't have to keep looking at him all..all weird like that! And now that dumb kid was hiding somewhere!

That was why Gilbert was late today. As soon as the bell rang, Roderich took off with the undersized German on his trail. But the school had so ( ... )

austrian_medley November 14 2009, 17:49:46 UTC

Curled up in a ball and making as little noise as he could was young Roderich, who had cleverly hidden himself underneath one of the slides. That vulgar Prussian boy had been taking dried paste off of his hands and has been throwing it at Roderich's head all morning! Roderich hated those bullies. In the comfort of the classroom, there was at least a teacher who would stop them if they were out of hand, but the playground was a merciless place. The dreaded toll of the recess bell had caused Roderich to quickly sprint out of the classroom, narrowly escaping Gilbert, and hide in his latest hiding spot ( ... )

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