like clockwork (OPEN)

[francis bastien bonnefoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l536/CarCrashFaggot/Hetalia/988657-1-1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #00000; width: 500px; height: 334; padding: 0px;, bTable] Class was boring, the some of the rooms had gotten to the point where the heat was stifling. Not exactly the kind of environment that Francis enjoyed being in. It'd been a bad morning so far, having to wake up Gilbert had been a disaster and then nearly getting caught skipping first period was harder than usual. Gladly he'd managed to slip away after all the effort he put into actually being in class, and thus he retreated to the roof (which for some reason no one ever looked there for the Trio.) Against the odds his face held a pleasant (and rather handsome) smile as he sat on the edge of the roof, overlooking the tiny students below who were scurrying off to classes, actually planning on learning something. He chuckled at them, more than likely freshman who hadn't yet discovered the beauty of lax teachers and empty hallways. Luckily the claim of the roof as Bad Touch Trio territory always managed to make it down to their level, so unwanted intruders were always avoided. Thogh he enjoyed the silence and the sound of the birds in the distance, compared to the droning on of adult voices trying to cram his pretty head with shit he would never need in his professional life, he wished someone would show up to make this class skipping worth while. He tried to remember the scheduling of his companions to track the two, but sighed as his groggy mind refused to bring up the necessary information. Rubbing his eyes with the backof his hand he sipped the hot coffee in his hand, humming softly as it filled him with warmth to protect him from the chilled breeze. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Date;; feb 27 Location;; rooftop Outfit;; school uniform Music;; iNSaNiTY by miki and kaito Notes;; x3 heh, cute french man is cute~ [/style]

[Matthew Williams]

A small sigh left Matthew’s lips as he tilted his head back against the steel railing that ran along the edge of the roof; supposedly put there to keep venturous souls safe.. Though anyone who so much as glanced at them, could easily figure out how to climb around them to the ledge anyway. He’d finished all his work quite a bit ahead of schedule, as was becoming habit of his. So when he’d quietly asked permission to go study elsewhere, the teacher had waved him away without much thought. Not that they ever gave him much thought in the first place, and while it still made him a bit sad.. the blonde was slowly beginning to find a bit of appreciation in the freedom it gave him.

While he was technically not supposed to be up here.. He enjoyed it once in a while. Not only was it quiet, but it was usually fairly safe. After all, the Canadian didn’t venture to the rooftop just to sit there and do nothing. A thin, grey trail of smoke took up some air space up above him, winding down to the cigarette he held captured between his lips. Yes, indeed. Matthew was a smoker. He’d started at a reasonably young age.. Around 14 or so. Not because he was troubled or had a bad childhood or because he was a delinquent.. Matt had always been a curious child; so when he was offered one after school one day, he gave it shot. Only to discover that he rather enjoyed those little death cylinders. But of course- he’d get in trouble if any teacher or real goody-goody ever saw him smoking like that.

“Hm..?” The sound of the door opening caught Matthew’s attention, violet eyes flashing open as the cigarette fell from his lips. He was already beginning to panic, thinking he’d been caught. He quickly dashed behind one of the air conditioning unit, ducking down to try and keep hidden from whoever it was. Very carefully, Matt peeked around the corner to see if it was a teacher.. And while it wasn’t a teacher, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to step out from hiding. The man who turned up on the roof was rather..handsome. Surprisingly so. Matthew felt his cheeks flush a little as he stared at him for a few moments. He.. He’s really...handsome, eh.. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone like him before.. He thought, hoping he could just hide long enough til the other left..

..He probably could have, were it not for the still burning cigarette that continued sending up smoke tendrils long after he dropped it..

[Toris Laurinaitis]

Like all school mornings, Toris was wide awake very early in the morning. Even though it was still dark out, the boy was studying intently by lamplight. No one complained since the boy was such an excellent student, but a few worried for his health. Toris was tired and feeling ill, but he forced himself to keep working and internalized his body's signals. His primary task was to work regardless of the costs. It was probably just a little cold that would cure itself in a few hours. He coughed heavily for a few moments, his mind jarred from his work. It took a few moments to find his place again, but nothing really seemed to change in him. Despite feeling a little ill, Toris was too stubborn to call it quits.

Only another half hour until his first hour began. The boy packed his book bag and threw it over his shoulder. The sudden weight left Toris feeling weak, but like everything, he kept it to himself. A few students asked him if he was feeling alright since he was a bit paler than usual. Toris replied that he was fine and left. It was a short walk to his class, but today, it took longer than usual. He arrived twenty minutes before class and pulled out his own book, one of the few forms of pleasure he had. The book was small, so a relatively quick read for Toris. It had been translated into Lithuanian, but originally by Kierkegaard. When the bell rang, he glanced at the page number and put his book away, ready to start another class.

The first half of the class was rather dull. There was a short lecture on the Battle of Waterloo and the introduction of a Napoleonic Wars project. Even though Toris took notes on everything and tried to pay attention, his mind felt foggy and he was coughing violently every few minutes. He felt unusually warm, but passed it off as nothing to be concerned about. The second half of the period was time to start working on the project. The teacher had brought in one of those rolling carts stacked with books both from the school library and his own collection about the Napoleonic Wars to use a sources. The teacher had also noticed that Toris wasn't concentrating as well as usual and walked over, asking the boy if he wanted a pass to the nurse. Naturally, Toris declined and the teacher left it at that. Unfortunately, the boy's state of health only worsened and the teacher wrote him a pass anyways, ordering the Lithuanian to go see the nurse. Toris protested, but couldn't object too strongly to an oder give by a teacher. He collected his books and threw his back pack over his shoulder and left, muttering that he was fine and this was nothing to worry about.

At the nurse's office, Toris turned in his pass, but insisted that he was fine and that his history teacher thought he was ill. The nurse took one look at Toris and figured that he was ill. The boy was leaning a wall, coughing violently every few seconds and looked rather weak and pale. His bag was on the ground beside him. He was forced to have his temperature taken and the nurse frowned at the reading. 38.77 C. Toris was given instructions to go back to his dorm and rest, something the boy didn't want to agree to. However, the adult won out in the end and the student marched out, heading to the cafeteria for something to eat. He bought himself a couple granola bars and bottled water, all of which were thrown into his bag for later.

Half way back to his dorm, Toris stopped, overtaken by another one of his coughing fits. He felt like he was going to pass out several times, but wouldn't admit that to anyone. He also noticed a door that wasn't completely closed and he could work out the translation for 'ROOF' on the door. Curiously piqued, he wasn't going anywhere any time soon, the boy pushed the door open a little farther passed over the threshold. He climbed the stairs, squinting near the top when he found the bright morning sunlight flooding in through the corridor. He slipped out onto the roof and sat down as far from the edge as possible. Though in hindsight he would remember, at the present, Toris failed to notice the other person up there. The boy pulled out a granola bar and his book and read and ate, warming up a little bit in the morning light. The halls would be relatively empty. After all, second period had recently started.