Room Two: Literature I

(Read my pathetic apology in my application...T^T)

As all the students settled into their seats when the bell trilled for them to be in class, Ludwig had his back turned to them and watch scrawling a quote from William Shakespeare. "Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast." (Don't I know that one?! TT_TT)

As he dusted his hands of chalk residue and turned to face the class, he smiled to them... "Anyvone able to tell me vhat zhis quote means?"

(WHOA! Suddenly, I smell McDonald's french fries...! O.O *checks if Alfred is out the window and sees no one...* Weird...)

(Nah, I'm in yo closet dood :'D like a NINJA BAWS)

(freaky o.o)

(Does anyone even know what this quote means? Is it really that hard?)

Lovino enters the class room with a scowl; this was his most hated class he never wanted to come because the teacher was obviously flirting with his naive brother and that pissed him off. He took his seat and just started to ignore the teacher.

The German eyed the scowling brunette. "You are late, Lovino..." he said.

Hyung does in fact know what this saying, or quote, means, he just doesn't want the attention. Like any other class, he was sitting with his bad eye((right)) to the class and his good to whatever was not the class, and he was continuously stuffing his face with choco pies hidden in his bag at his side.

Germany sighed. He figure that he may as well inform them. "Friar Laurence is trying varn Romeo zhat if he rushes into such sings as marrying Juliet after so quickly disregarding Rosaline, he may regret it later." He turned his back to the class to scrawl on the board. "...Zhis is an example of foreshadowing, vone of Villiam Shakespeare's most famous contributions to literature."

Hyung crossed his arms on his desk and rested the left side of his face on top of them. He theatrically stuffed a choco pie in his mouth as the teacher droned on and on. How long does this guy have to talk?! He thought licking the remains of melted chocolate off of his fingertips.

Erika quickly scurried into class and smiled apologetically at the teacher. She scanned the board and sighed at the William Shakespeare quote. She took her seat and got out some paper. "Of course, Romeo ignored the friar and did as he willed anyway." She whispered to herself. Romeo and Juliet was Erika's favourite play by Shakespeare. I wonder how long we will get to talk about the great playwright...

"Ms. Erika...?" Germany smiled as the sheepish girl scurried into his class, not really bothering to turn from the board. "...In the next scene, vhat does Mercutio refer to Tybalt as?"

Erika blinked. She thought she knew the answer. She rose her hand slowly. "I may be wrong, but... Does he refer to Tybalt as the"Prince of Cats"?" She asked. Eri wasn't completely sure and she wore slight doubt in her eyes.

Feliks arrives fashionably late like always and wonder why they are going on about some silly story. He doesn't really pay attention in class instead he just kind of ignores the teacher and thinks of what he is going to wear later when goes to the mall to buy new clothes.

Germany blinked at the Pole's arrival. Speaking of zhe Prince of Cats...

"Mr. Łukasiewicz," Germany's cool, blue eyes peered over the thin frames of his glasses as he adjusted them with the push of his palm. "I trust you read Act II of Romeo and Juliet, ja?"

Erika watched as Feliks arrived late to class. She wondered why there were so many lates in one day. Erika wrote down a couple notes on the topic that they were talking about and then relaxed, waiting for the teacher to go on.

With a sigh, Germany reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay... how about ve move on to zhe next topic... Ve are going to learn about short stories. Online, most auzhor's call zhem one-shots."

Feliks was always late because he spent his mornings sleeping in and when he finally did awake he was greeted by his messing hair which just wouldn't do and sent hours preparing him self to look absolutely fabulous. He even made sure to never wear the same clothes twice because if he did he could never live through the fashion apocalypse that would surely occur. None-the-less he quickly withdrew his cute glitter pink pens and proceeded to scribble pictures in his note book because his like totally unfashionable had forgotten that he had been called out to do the extremely boring task of reading.

"Mr. Łukasiewicz," the German called out the preoccupied Pole, smiling almost like a mouser who had cornered a meek rodent. "Since your feeling creative," he motioned towards the doodles in the margins of the notebook. "How about you tell us what a plot is und give us an original example?"

"Judging by the cute little picture of Lithuania, it's probably about how he wants him to be the teacher not you." Feliciana looked at the teacher that was torturing her friend. "Lithuania is a better teacher anyway."