Thread: Everything is allowed in war and love - 『 YumiBlossom & Boss 』

Looking up at the clock, Mathias realized he had to hurry up a bit or else he might get a little bit late. Dragging out on the time because he didn't want to sit by the end of it to just look stupid and be bored. Sven continued to talk about everything and nothing as Mathias picked up his pace, cleaning the weapons with gentle hands. Guns, rifles, magnums, it all interested him. He might not be the best shooter, but he was quick, and he had a great interest in it. He liked his weapons, and got often praised back home how well-cared they where, since they were always the cleanest and best ones, he couldn't help but to make them clean. But only when it was his own that will say, not do someone else job.. And then I.. Mathias stopped listening to Sven and his friends again, as he finished cleaning the weapons with 5 minutes to spare. On the last weapon, he tried it, putting it on his shoulder and pretend to aiming at the wall as he loaded. The sound echoing thorough the walls, but no one really cared. Bang. He said to himself as he pulled the trigger, now aiming at their 'teachers' back head in the corner, as he put it down with the rest of the weapons. Stop! Put down everything you're holding and I will inspect all your weapons. He then proceeded to go forth to everyone, a block in his hand, as he took notes for each person he went up to. Good job as usual, Berwald. He told the Swede with a smile on his otherwise so strained lips, as he praised the man. Continuing around, until he came to Sven and his friends, a disappointed look. Once again not finished, I guess you talked? I want you to stay here after this class, and we'll give you the rightful punishment.. Proceeding until he was standing in front of Mathias, looking over his weapons and nodded, impressed. Good work Mathias, you've probably been taught well in Denmark. He had to hold back a growl, no, this was his interest, he did it because he had to, and he didn't like punishments. He just nodded as the man continued away, Mathias intense eyes looking somewhere else. Good work most of you, those who where not finished and whom I have talked to, I'll see you later today. The rest of you, have a good day. Dismissed. And Mathias was quick to stand up and get out of there, waving teasingly at his new 'friends' as he left the building. Thinking that he would have some time to sleep actually this time, but he didn't get far when he felt some arms slip around his shoulders, he bit back some nasty comments, but looked back to see two new guys with their arms around him. Yo Mathias! Since those four are in trouble again, and you seem like a decent guy, we are going to be some nice guys and let you hang with us. Raising a eyebrow, so, whom was these guys, they seemed cocky enough for ten people each. We are Christoffer and Per, just so you know now! Feeling himself getting more annoyed by these guys, whom probably were two people that thought they owned everything and was good at anything, or the best, at what they did. Mathias hated that behavior, since he was the best of the best. Since we're this nice and let you be with us, can't you tell us some good and fun stories about those guys, and about Denmark? Feeling his blood boil about those comments, no one made fun of his country. He might hate the army for what they did to him, but his country was his home, and damn did he love it. Pushing the two guys away, already forgotten their names, as he walked past them. If you can't find that out by yourself, then I am sure you guys are in for a hard time. They caught up with him, trying to pull him back by taking his arm, which he quickly brushed off. Touch me once again, and you will decorate the pole together with the flag. They both laughed at him, not taking his threat seriously, but he just walked away from them as they yelled after him, idiots.. He thought as he went inside the room he shared with 7 other people, and lied down on his bed, picking up his phone and but it on alarm by the time the lunch almost began. Making himself comfortable, he thought about home, his friends that had abandon him as soon as he got into the army and was sent away to there, and how those people in Denmark loved him, those in the army, but his Colonel and General had been traitors, and sent him away to an unknown land, where they spoke a language he had yet to know, with people he hated. Sighing again, he let sleep take over him, as he dreamed about nothing, while he let the time pass.