A New Day Begins! - OPEN

Ivan remained standing and slid his thumbs into the pockets of head heavy beige coat. At Feliciano's sudden change of voice, a corner of Ivan's smiling lip rose ever so slightly; he could almost feel the fear emitting from the Italian man's body. It was delightful. Nyet, Braginski... Ivan thought to himself with a very faint tilt of his head. These people are your comrades and equals.. These are neutral grounds. Now is not the time to play...

"Ai know ai didn't." Amethyst eyes locked onto amber as the Russian responded casually. He forced his smile to fall in an almost gentle expression, but that didn't seem possible. Upon deciding it will seem to fake, he allowed his usual content expression to take over.

"Yet ai thought we should start dis year off on a good note. You above all should know dat food makes people happy, da?"

As Eduard exited the ally, he was looking down at the floor, his was walking too fast, thinking deeply as well, but yet his tracks were stopped when he encountered a man, who is wearing a boots, and a long scarf. He looked at who it was, and realized it was the Principal.

"Mr. Principal!" He greeted with a nervous smile.

"I didn't know you wouldn't be walking around the hallway today!" Now, he chuckled while stilll has a nervous smile on his face. He felt that aura of his was emitting something dark, this made him shivered and be uncomfortable with the situation he is currently in. Von Bock wanted to stay and chat with Principal, but he is a busy man, theres a lot more things to do... His class agenda's, he wasn't done outlining it, heck even what to say to his class, he must prepare a speech.

"I.. I would like to stay and chat but Sir, I must prepare for my class. If you need me, sir, you can just call me up, You are the P-Principal, after all!" He chuckled nervously again. However, he tried to sound cheerful, hiding his current expression, he didn't want to make the highest rank faculty to be angry at him because he wasn't honest about his feelings; frightened of him. He set his farewells, waved a hand at him and starts to walk away, heading to his office.

Even though the Russian and himself are different between cultures. He had to agree on the Russian's statement, it was in fact true. Like him an Italian, they love and enjoys to eat. It makes them happy, it was one of the first times he didn't have to feel forced to agree to, just because he is frighten of the man. This man indeed has been bothered by the Principal's presence, but he can't just walk away from him, thus he has to be happy and be glad he appeared at the first Lounge meeting, or perhaps a get together. The Italian nodded, followed by a nervous chuckle from him...

"Si! Mangiare is my best verb after all!" [ Mangiare = To Eat ]

Few minutes later, Veneziano slowly gotten used to the aura or presence the Principal was emitting, sooner or later, he had gotten used to it and decided to walk to the Lounge's counters. He opened the fridge as it misted its cold temperature, it sure send chills at the Italian. "Did he order drinks too?" He thought and asked himself. Probably it's because the fridge was empty, no beverage, what so ever.

The Spaniard gave off a uneasy chuckle, "Russia, my amigo! You did not have to that." He gave him a light pat on the back. "I'll split the bill with you~ If you want!" He laughed a bit awkwardly. It was obvious that he was afraid of him, even if they are best friends.

The young theatre teacher held her material in her arms as she headed toward the Faultily Lounge. She passed the Technology teacher in the Hall but he didn't recognize her for he was in a hurry. She then heard a lot of voices coming from the lounge which made her feel a bit nervous to enter but then lightly opened the door and took a peek in. Taking a step into the lounge and closing the door behind her softly, she looked at all the teachers and also principal that was in there having a fun time enjoying chatting with each other. She smiled lightly as she watched them.

"Hmn... very well, den." Ivan responded to Estonia as he passed. "Good luck on your class."

The Russian wandered over to the counter and pulled out a pack of black tea, but upon seeing that there was no tang, or orange juice for that matter, he gave a light 'hmn' and plopped the tea back into the jar. He made a mental note to himself to pick up a few things for the lounge as he poured himself a cup of the black coffie instead. He turned and leaned lightly against the countertop.

"Of course et is." Ivan gave a light smile toawrd the Italian as he raised to cup of steaming black coffie to his lips and took a sip. Amethyst irises flicked over to the general direction of the Canadian at the greeting. Russia was one of the few who actually saw the Canadians, even though Ivan once made the excuse he didn't see Matthew when he sat on him during one of the world meetings. It is still unknown to this day if that incident was really a mistake or not.

After scanning the area for a few moments, the French teacher's form was begining to appear. The Russian lowered his cup with his usual smile and nodded in greeting.

"Ah... good morning Miss....." He trailed off with a rather signaling tilt of his head; it was apparent he had forgotten her name.

As she watched the other teachers and the principal in the room, she headed toward the counter trying to not get noticed. She looked in the cabinet and there was a bag of grounded homemade coffee that she had left for later. Seeing as no one had noticed her and were busy with their own conversations, she started to make her cup of coffee with the homemade coffee. Seeing as that Principal was at the counter as well she tried very hard not to disturb him.

Alright. Thanks for the heads up Italy >:3. Also sorry Russia if it was me who you were trying to say hi too ^^" I thought it was Canada that you were greeting.

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"Hm?"

As she took sips of her coffee, she noticed that the Italian teacher had approached her. She smiled and thought that he wanted something from the counter, but instead found what he was looking for, her. She blushed and smiled a bit from him kissing her hand.

"Hehe Yes I am. Ah yes, the tragic romance of Romeo and Juliet. Hehe a famous and one of my personal favorite done by Shakespeare." she told the Italian with a smile.

"Oh I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Miss 'Anolani or Miss Lani for short, the new Theater Teacher, and you sir? You must be the famous Mr. Vargas that I've heard so much about."

"eh?"

The theater teacher turned to see the Spanish teacher looking her way after asking who she was. She smiled and answered his question.

"I'm Miss 'Anolani the new Theater teacher, you sir?" she asked with a wandering expression.

He seemed to be into his work, that he did not notice the Italian, right away. "It's seems that I am to have three students for my schedule. Hmm?" He placed his fingers on his chin and rubbed at his beard or imaginary one if it was the case.

He felt the Italian hug him. He jumped up a bit in his chair as he turned his head to look at the one who was hugging him, "Ahhh, Feliciano. It's you who is hugging me." He gave off a small chuckle as he looked at him, "Si, that is right I do not have class today or tomorrow I believe." He stood up out of his chair, "How about your self, do you class tomorrow or no?"

He looked at his younger brother, "No, I do not think so. I believe that they are in class, doing the best with their studies, wouldn't you agree with that?" He raised an eyebrow as he saw the happiness vanish from his voice. He would then look up at the ceiling of the room. His light emerald iris darken. His eyes now showed with some maliciousness when the younger nation started to talk about Wars and the killing of others, "Perhaps you are right about that."