Passion Unforeseen

Prologue

The tall french man made his way to the victorian style home. His brown leather shoes clicked as he walked on the concrete street. Soon his home appeared before him. As he made his way up to the salmon colored front door, a short tan girl ran up to him smiling.

"Bonjour poppa Francis!" the girl smiled brightly while embracing the frenchman in a warm hug.

"And bonjour to you as well mone cheir ." he held her close as he lifted the girl off her feet. "Now let's get inside and eat dinner." Francis smiled while he carried his younger sibling inside.

Time Skip sponsered by...OHNHONHONHON!

After dinner, Francis was washing the dishes with his beloved sister. Then suddenly, he remembered some important news he had to tell Victoria

"Eh...Michelle...petite soeur." he glanced at his sister and she returned the small gaze

"Oui?" she asked a bit concerned as she finished up the dishes.

"Mon cheir I think its time you went to school..." he spoke with no emotion fearing the tan girls glance.

Michelle was split. At first she thought this would be a fun new experence for her, then she remembered all those American drama's and novels. She knew high school would either be a wonderful adventure, or a living hell.

"Petite soer?" The french man interupted his siblings deep thoughts.

"I don't want to go." she spoke bluntly making up her mind

"I'm sorry Michelle but its a requirement." Francis sighed not in the mood to argue with the tan girl.

"Since when is it a requirement to torture someone? I've read those books and seen the movies! High school is a living hell." she swiftly turned away not wanting to face the tall frenchman.

"How do you know you'll hate it if you don't give it chance? I thought you wanted to become the ruler of Seychelles." he grasped Michelles hand keeping her from making any escape.

"O-Of course I do." She began to stutter.

"Well that is what Gakuen High is for. It prepairs you for your days as a nation. I'm studying to become the nation of France." he said proudly hoping to change the girls mind. Thankfully it was somewhat working.

"But...what if I fail?" a small tear escaped her chocolate brown eyes and ran down her tan cheeks.

It was silent for a few moments before Francis swept up the short tan girl in his embrace for a loving hug "Don't you ever think that. You will make a great nation one day, Michelle. I believe in you mon cheir." he spoke ever so softly to his younger sibling.

"F-Fine. I'll go." She held her brother in return. She felt fear and relief from her brothers kind and encouraging words. 'Let the adventure begin' She thought to herself.

*At the Kirkland House hold*

Allistar was walking home from his long day at work. Well, he was known as Scotland since he was a proud graduate from the Gakuen high school and collage. He strolled through the dark green forest with pine and oak trees standing tall and proud. His brown leather shoes colided with the gravel path leading to his English and Scottish mansion. He finally reached his home and walked up the white marble stepped that chipped a little bit over the years.

"Allistars home!" exclaimed a young blonde haired boy wearing a cute white and blue sailor outfit. His adorable British accent roared through the halls and bounced off the walls.

"Eh Peter! Have you been a good lad for ya brothers?" the Scot asked while picking up the British boy once he reached him.

"Yes I was a good little boy for them Allistar!" Peter laughed and smiled while hugging the red heads neck.

Then a rather tall young male walked out. His blonde hair looked neat yet messy and he wore a dark green suit that fit him perfectly. His green orbs rested on his older brothers figure. "Welcome home Allistar." This one also spoke with his British accent unlike his brother who had the richest Scottish accent you ever heard.

"Eh, don't forget its Scotland to you." He spoke with a hint of pride in his voice.

"Oh pardon me almighty Scotland." The young man spoke with sarcasm until his younger blue eyed brother smacked him.

"Big brother just got back from collage and this is how you greet him? You jerk!" Peter nagged at his brother while the Scott held him back from throwing tiny punches and kicks.

"Calm down Peter!" Scotland chuckled "Arthur was just poking fun weren't ya lad?" The Scott mans green eyes glared into the depths of Arthur's soft eyes nearly sending shivers down his spine.

"um." Arthur couldn't speak while his elder brother stared coldly at him.

"Well?" Scotland waited impaitenly for an answer.

"Yes, I was just poking fun. N-No need to worry Peter." Arthur smiled weakly feeling slightly sheepish near his intamadating elder sibling.

"Good!" Peter laughed cutely like the child he was. "Ireland prepaired dinner for your arrival Scotland." The young blonde boy smiled at the red head.

"Well lets thank him by devouring it all shall we?" He chuckled and lead the two Brits in to the kitchen.

*Time SKIP to after the amazing dinner made by Ireland*

Ireland and whales had left to hit the hay since their day was hard and full of work. They kissed their brothers goodnight and left to sleep which left Scotland with Arthur and Peter.

"So, 'Scotland'," God how it felt weird for Arthur to call his brother that nation name. "how was school? You hardly sent us any letters and when you came for the holidays you rarely spoke of your days at the Academy." his green orbs traveled to meet the Scott's gaze.

"Aw~ does my little brother love and miss me?" he laughed nearly sending Arthur off his chair and smacking him. He would have done it if his brother wasn't scary as hell.

"Not at all you git! Just answer the bloody question!" Arthur retorted as a response resulting in Peter and Scotland smacking him upside his head leaving a red mark on his pale skin. He whimpred slightly then stiffened up.

"So you really wanna know how School was?" the Scotts tone changed rather quickly as he became serious.

"Yes!" both Peter and Arthur exclaimed awaiting for the red heads answer.

"Hell..." he said bluntly creating an awkward silence that cascaded the room.

Soon one of them spoke "H-Hell? What was so bad about it?" Arthur's voice trembled a little bit.

"Yes. It was hard and everyone was an asshole. Sure there were a few people there that I dare call my friends but most of the folks there bastards. The classes were challenging and the teachers had favorites. That was just high school." he closed his eyes as if trying to forget some of the memorys. "The collage area isn't as bad but the people are still a douche bags." he spoke so cold and bluntly. "You would have to be either really smart or really insane to survive." his face turned cold as he went on

"That sounds awful Scotland!" Peter cried out and tackle hugged his brother.

"But it made me strong and a better nation." he slightly smiled. "I hope you like it there Arthur." he stood up smiling and caring Peter.

"Wait what?!" Arthur stood up after hearing his brothers words.

"Yep, you start school at the end of summer." The Scottsman smirked "I don't think you'll make it there so me and the others will be waiting for you." he smiled while a fire was boiling inside of Arthur's stomach.

"I'll show you. I can make it." he growled slightly but Scotland only laughed.

"I would like to see you try brother!" He just laughed at his brother. This caused Arthur to burst out in anger

"I'll show you! I'll show you all! I can make it, I'll be the best in my class!" He yelled

and stormed off to his room and slammed the door shut and planting his body on his united kingdom flag bed. He held back his tears and wiped away the water with his forearm. "Dammit all..." he sniffed and slowly fell asleep on his bed.

So the adventure begins.