Cel Bella: Alright the first World Wide Short:!

Artemis:Hey and I'm in it, so it's gonna be sweet!

Cel:You bet.

Artemis: Well then let's get started.

Cel:Let's kick off the start of the World Wide Universe Stories.

It had been a quite day at International Academy and Gavriil Fedotova of Russian was taking advantage of that quietness.

The alabaster blonde haired boy was minding his own business and finished up the last bit of his English homework in Study Hall, because to be franked he sucked eggs at English, there were so many rules and his teacher, Mister Williamson of England was a real bore.

So the Russian boy put a little bit of extra effort into his English assignments, in fact he was so absorbed in doing well on his homework that he was startled when he felt slender arms wrapped around his shoulders and someone leaned over him with their chest (complete with soft breasts) against the back of his head.

"Hey Gavriil?" Came a familiar voice. Gavriil blushed and immediately forgot about his silly English homework.

'Why is she so damn close?'

"Da?" He answered rather shakily. Artemis Stryder of America sighed and relaxed her body against him, causing Gavriil to turn very red.

"I have a question for you." The girl stated as she peered over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

The Russian boy swallowed thickly and hoped that Artemis couldn't feel the sheer amount of heat radiating off of him.

"I will answer it to the best of my abilities." He said as he tapped his pencil against his desk, and gave a quick glance around the room.

Many boys were staring at the scene, but then again Artemis was a fairly popular girl and her rather soft BREASTS where pressed against the back of his head, he would stare too if someone else was in this position and then he would hunt the lucky bastard down and snap his legs, and arms.

"What do you find attractive about a girl?" Artemis' voice called him out of his… thoughts.

Gavriil's pale violet eyes widened and his face turned bright red and his starred to tremble.

"I. ... chto ? Eto delaet ... Chto vy ...?" (1) He stammered. Artemis nudged him with her elbow, a bit roughly. (The girl seemed to not know how strong she was)

"Stop speaking nonsense and answer my question." She whined rather cutely. Gavriil swallowed the lump in his throat and allowed his frazzled mind to wrap around the situation.

'Bozhe moĭ(2)! For Artemida(3) to be asking me this, she must value my opinion of her appearance.' Thought the Russian boy as he looked down at his hands, blushing.

"I like girls with long dark hair." He said softly, thankful that he hadn't passed out. Artemis made a humming sound.

"Like mine?" She asked as she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned on him a little more, looking at his English homework, she wondered if he'd let her copy it, because she totally didn't want to do English on a Thursday.

Gavriil felt elated, confessing didn't seem so hard now that he had already started in a matter of sorts.

"Da, exactly like yours." He said rather excitedly. He'd had a crush on Artemis for so long, nearly ever since they had first meet, now all the stalking (innocent following, he liked to call it) and observing was finally going to pay off.

Artemis hummed again and spoke, taking her fingers against Gavriil's desk as she leaned on him some more.

"So it doesn't matter about the size of a girl's breasts?" She asked.

Gavriil was sure his heart stopped and he was sure that some of the other students in study hall were listening in on their conversation. The Russian boy gave a nervous giggle as he tried to not think about the BREASTS that his head were currently using as a pillow.

"Net, the size of a girl's breast does not matter to me." He answered, 'Thought yours are nice.' "I am fine with any size of breast." He finished rather weakly.

Gavriil cursed his ineloquence with that particular statement, now she'd think he was a weirdo, well weirder then he already was at least.

Artemis finally pulled away from Gavriil's back (Maybe she had noticed how her very presence was causing him to heat up like a pig in a blanket in the middle of July) and she skirted around to stand in front of his desks.

Gavriil found himself tracing the girl who was not only one of his closest friends but the object of his affections and perversions.

Artemis Stryder She was petite and delicately framed and stood at about 5'3 1/4. Her lustrous hair was long and a deep ebony color that stopped just above her tights and her smooth skin was caramel colored a trait of her African American heritage, and her eyes were of bright gold, a shade reminisced of California poppies, she had a pretty face with pink lips, a heart shaped face, a button nose and dimpling cheekbones and if Gavriil had to guess he'd say she be wearing a small C-cup. (He actually knew that, but it was safer to say he guessed, because sometimes if felt like Artemis could read his mind.)

The girl put her hands on her hips and pouted (it was adorable to Gavriil) and then sighed.

"Well, thanks for your answer." She said and was it just Gavriil or did Artemis sound … disappointed.

"Is something wrong Drugu(4)?" Gavriil asked. Artemis gave him a smiled and then pouted again.

"You've just confirmed something that me, Ach, Celestina and Tezer were pondering." She sighed.

"And that is?" The Russian boy asked, suddenly nervous, something didn't feel right. Artemis crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

"That Yukie's super cute." Gavriil couldn't help but twitch at that. And there it was

"The question was about Yukie?" He asked, numbly. Artemis nodded. The Russian felt like crying, but he didn't he just gathered up his papers and headed out of the Study Class, he'd finish his silly English homework in his dorm and maybe cry a little bit.

Artemis blinked at the tall boy's (He was nearly 6 foot) retreating back and then ran to catch up with him.

"Wait up Gavriil! Can I borrow your English notebook later!" She called out to him.

Gavriil looked over his shoulder and smiled at her, "Only if you tell me the type of guy your interested in." He said aloud, "So that I can break their legs." He mumbled the last part.

The gold eyed girl blinked at him and then frowned.

"Sure, man you're weird." She shrugged as they both trotted off to his dorm.

TRANSLATIONS:

(0)-Russian- Title means Russian Inquisition
(1)- Russian- I...what? This makes... What do you...?
(2)-Russian- My God
(3)- Russian- Artemis's name in Russian looks like Артемида
(4)- Russian- Friend

Cel Bella: So how was it? Did I do okay? Do you have any comments, questions or suggestions? Well drop a review and let me know!

Gavriil:Yes, please do, in the mean time I will have a talk with my dear Boss

Cel:Hahah, you're not mad are you.

Gavriil: *Darkly* Of course not Cel, of course not.