A/N: This is a Gakuen Hetalia AU genflip that focuses on the Nordics and will become yuri later, but I will not change the rating. The human names I'm using for the Nordics are as follows:

Norway- Johanna

Denmark- Freja

Sweden- Birgitta

Finland- Tina

Iceland- Helga

Johanna sighed for the fifth time on that particular Monday, pausing to adjust her stockings one more time as a means of stalling herself from her ultimate destination: the girls' dorm. On a sweltering hot day, the last place that the Norwegian girl wanted to be was here; in the courtyard of a huge boarding school, gazing through the visor of her hand at the waltzing dust particles in the air illuminated by sunlight. Somewhere far East from her house in Oslo, all Johanna wanted was to be home.

"Jóhanna, þú ert að koma?" The soft, clear voice of her Icelandic half-sister cut through the layers of heat that clouded the blonde's mind and eyes.

"Ja, Helga," Johanna said quietly with a half smile. Since the girls' parents had passed away in a house fire, Helga's grandmother, their only family left, sent them away to a female boarding school off the coast of England. Their classes wouldn't start until early August, and it was currently June. Already Johanna was longing for the frigid winters her country was known for, although she knew that her sister must be suffering more in the heat than she was.

Helga was drop-dead gorgeous, with long white hair like icefalls and large, albeit expressionless violet eyes. She had her share of unusual quirks- such as a strange obsession with puffins and being something of a tomboy; insisting on wearing a full military outfit and boy's dress shirt, although chose to show her feminine side with a ribbon tied in a bow under her chin. She was stoic and suffered in silence through the heat with a typically impassive look on her pale face.

Johanna flushed, but instead of opening her mouth to apologize for the wait as she had intended, she flinched, her ears protesting the arrival of a loud, unfamiliar voice. A rough voice that shouted in a heavy Scandinavian accent but was no doubt feminine. If Helga's soft speech was cutting, then this one was piercing- a battle axe to the ear instead of a kitchen knife.

"Det! Are you the new students?" the new arrival cried eagerly, tripping over her own feet just as she came into clear view. Johanna took in the sight of the girl critically. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes of a Northern European- Danish, if the accent was anything to go by, and fairly tall with a friendly, jovial face. She appeared to be a year or two older than herself, maybe seventeen. She was quite pretty as well, but that didn't come close to making up for her apparent clumsiness. The crashes of her bumbling arrival were still echoing around the closed off courtyard. Of course, it was a moot point seeing as those noises were spontaneously buried by the sound of a born chatterbox making a good one-sided conversation with herself. Whatever she was talking about, it certainly sounded engaging. Johanna and Helga exchanged looks as if waiting for the third party to realize that she was holding up both sides of the discussion.

"It'll be just great, we were waiting for a Norwegian but we never expected to have an Icelandic one too and now our Nordic table will be complete and it'll be just like one big Scandinavian family and oh I'm so excited this semester is going to be awesome when do you move in?" the Dane blurted in one long run-on with breath to spare. Although she would never admit it, Johanna was highly impressed; the girl must be some kind of athlete to possess that amount of lung capacity. And to be cheerful in this heat, good Lord. Look at that, her eyes freaking sparkled.

And they were really blue, and pretty, and… Damn, it was too distracting. Johanna blinked and flushed slightly pink. That at least she could blame on the heat. "Uh…"

"Got an eloquent one here, huh?" She looked up, and the Danish girl was smirking. At her. That was unacceptable. She scowled and snapped on a death glare that would make Ivan the Terrible tremble.

"Well, maybe if you weren't talking a mile a minute with that damn heavy accent I would be able to understand you," Johanna shot back, however pointless it may be. The sight of her insult flying straight over the blonde girl's head was almost tangible. Needless to say, she didn't look insulted to any degree and instead laughed.

"I guess you're right! Let's go, I'll take you to meet the others! I'm Freja, from Denmark. Come along now!" Freja grabbed Johanna's free wrist and galloped at breakneck speed back towards the building, oblivious to the significantly shorter girl's efforts to keep up.

Helga just trotted quietly behind, lest the Dane's attention be turned to her next.