Hetalia: The Children: PRP for me and Boundingfeather

"Alright, whatever." Grabbing F.T's hand, K.T grinned and whispered "C'mon, brother, time to work our magic..."

F.T. grinned at him. "Yeah,"he said. "Let's go!" But before they could sit down, Near piped up again. "Do you care to share what you two are chatting about?"

"Nothing at all," K.T. replied as he slid into a seat. "Well, nothing that would interest you or anyone else here."

Near glared at him. "Well," he said in an irritated tone. "Then I suggest you shut up and listen." He turned around as F.T. gave his brother a tumbs up.

K.T. winked in response as Near turned around, before motioning for the two of them to switch seats.

F.T. smirked and quietly swapped seats with him. Near heard a sound and turned around. "If you two are causing trouble again-" then he stopped. Near made an irritated noise and went back to explaining a math problem.

K.T. snickered and held out his hand for a high five. Part one of their "First-day Teacher Confusion" was finished; Twins, 1, Teacher, 0.

F.T. smacked his brother on the hand a little too hard. Near whipped around to face him. "Alright!" He snapped. "If you two cannot behave then you must know everything I'm teaching you! Why don't each of you come up and tell the class how this problem is done!"

Walking up to the board, K.T. studied the question. "What is x..." taking a marker, he circled the x. "Found it."

F.T. doubled over laughing with the rest of the class as Near tried control his temper."Alright!" he snapped. "That it enough! Sit. Down. Right. Now! And you-" He pointed at F.T."Go solve the next one." F.T. walked up to the board and looked at the question. 'Find X' was what it said. F.T. pointed at the X K.T. had circled. "Found it."

K.T. attempted to walk back to his seat like a normal person, but as soon as F.T. repeated the same joke he just did, K.T. burst out laughing like a maniac. Deciding to make a little scene, he fell on the floor and pretended to "die of laughter."

Near snapped. "Get off of that floor!" He shouted and turned to F.T. "And you, take your seat! You will both be quiet or I will make you be! "What are you," F.T. said, repeating the same joke he told earlier. "French?" He went and sat down.

Getting up off the floor, a smile still on his face, K.T. dusted himself off then sat down in his seat. He was tempted to say "Make me," but he decided not to. It may irritate his parents just a little bit if he got a call home on the first day of school...

Near glared at F.T. "Just behave like your brother and sit down! Do I have to send you two to the front office? I doubt your parents will be happy to have a phone call home on the first day of school, whoever they are." F.T. just said "No sir." and sat down.

At the "behave like your brother" comment, K.T. frowned. He should not be behaving! He had a job to do. Now, what to do next that would get on Near's nerves even more...

Near turned back around and walked back to the board to show the class the proper way to do it. "Now class," he started to say. "This is really simple-" F.T. didn't listen but instead leaned over to his brother and asked "What next?"

K.T. shrugged. "I dunno." he whispered. "What do you think?" he was almost out of ideas. "We could say something about his toys."

F.T. shrugged. "I guess. But everyone does that behind his back. I'm all out of ideas too." F.T. looked around the classroom for something they could use.

Looking around, K.T. grinned. "Paper airplane war?" he whispered to F.T.

F.T. nodded at his brother. "Oh yes!" he hissed. "Good plan. After all, this is math. And we shall see if paper airplanes plus us equals teacher annoyance." Near pointed at the two of the suddenly. "I told you to be quiet! Now do it!"

K.T. snickered softly as Near pointed at the two. His attempt to be scary was being faltered by the fact that he looked like he was still 12 years old and hadn't hit puberty yet, so he really wasn't all that intimidating. Taking a sheet of notebook paper, K.T. folded it into a paper airplane and sent it shooting across the aisle.

Near turned to glare at K.T. "Are you trying to make me mad young man?" he snapped, walking over and snatching up the paper airplane. "If so, I suggest you stop. If you don't, I'll have to call the principle down here." Near walked back to the front of the class. F.T. quickly got down to work, making a paper airplane and throwing it at his brother, trying not to fall down laughing.

[Kekeke that's funny 'cause the principal is Liz...]
K.T. grinned at Near's back as he walked away, then got hit in the head with a paper airplane. Pretending to be hit, he dramatically "died" in his seat, before "reviving" himself and throwing an airplane at F.T.

[And that school has yet to burn down how?]
F.T. yelled "It's the Nazis!" And started to prepare another airplane, when Near turned around, his face as red as it could go. "Alright! That's enough! If you two think you can play in my classroom then you have another thing coming! Get yourselves down to the principals office, now!"

[I dunno]

Giggling, K.T. stood up. "Alright." taking F.T. by the ear playfully, he grinned. "Let's go, you bad boy!" some kids in the classroom giggled.