Hey guys! It's fail time with Agent Mississippi! Yeah, this story is currently undergoing major-ish rewriting. The version of this chapter you're reading right now is like the 8th one. Basically I was really unhappy with how I wrote Matthew's personality since I was going by the few hetalia episodes I've seen him in and not how I think he would act in a gakuen AU. Then there was the matter of my OCs… Ireland needs lots of tweaking. And why the hell is her last name not Kirkland? I'm an idiot. That's pretty much it. This rewrite might get a bit… mature. For violence! Not necessarily anything sexual… Anyway, if it does, I'll change it to M but for now it's T. Also major language warning.

One last part of my extremely looooong author's note: TO THOSE WHO SUBMITTED OCS AND THEY WERE ACCEPTED: They are STILL accepted and will be in the story. No need to re-submit them. And I still cannot accept any more. The end.

To Matthew Williams, early mornings were only good for being slept through. During the school year, it was of course required and just something to be dealt with. (And if there was anything he had learned from his walking megaphone of a brother, it was how to fucking deal with shit.) In the summer, however, it was a different story.

Al woke up every day at whatever o'clock it was in the early morning to go play sports with his dumb friends. He woke Matthew up every single time when his feet pounded against the stairs. It took Matthew all of two minutesto get back to sleep. After that, Matthew would pretty much sleep the morning away unless Gilbert came over asking for fucking pancakes when his albino friend could clearly see that he was still sleeping. In the end, Matthew would make him pancakes anyway. Then he painted all throughout the afternoon, read a few chapters of a book, played some Xbox games, sometimes went to a party, and went to bed around eleven. As he had been spending his time like this for three months, it was naturally difficult to immediately fall back in to his school routine. This year was especially frustrating.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaattie! Get yo ass down here and make me some pancakes before we go to high schoooooool! Alfred all but screamed from the kitchen, over enunciating as many syllables as he saw fit. He effectively woke Matthew up, who was seriously considering just sinking back into his nice, warm blankets and pretending not to notice that his brother was currently about to jump on him…

Wait, what?

Alfred had loudly made his way up to Matthew room once he decided that his brother was not going to wake up, and decided to take a more direct course of action.

"Oof! Jesus, Alfred. Loose some weight and get off me!"

"Oh good, You're awake. Breakfast time!"

"Alfred, if you wanted me to make you fucking pancakes, then you shouldn't have crushed me. So you can have some damn cereal or something." Matthew spat, though he had a twinge of humor in his violet eyes.

"But Mattie," Alfred whined, but decided to get off of his brother anyway to prevent him from being angered further. "It's my first day of high school ever and you won't even consider making your awesome bro some kickass pancakes? You suck, dude."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out, I need to get ready. We're gonna be late."

"And whose fault is that again?"

To Caitlin Kirkland, the morning was a time of magic. The sun came alive behind the hills and the sky was filled with shades of pink and orange, until it gradually blended into a deep shade of blue. She got up early every morning to see the stars still mingling with the swirling colors before they were slowly faded by the sun. Her brother would pretend to be angry, but she could see the smile in his eyes, so she just smiled back. As she sat in her nook by the window, she stuck her face to the glass and held her breath to better see her surroundings. Sometimes she would open the window and just feel the early morning air; and sometimes it rained, and she would wake up when it was still very dark and sneak outside to walk around. When she was absolutely sure that everyone was asleep, she hummed quietly to herself or softly quoted Shakespeare, if she was in that sort of mood.

Caitlin liked England well enough. Almost as much as she liked Ireland, where her family last lived. Ireland would always be her favorite place to live, but the ancient castles and She liked the rainy days the most. When the sky was cloudy and the showers were either light, heavy, or just normal. Any kind of rain was good, just as long as the air wasn't too hot and humid.

To Caitlin's pleasant surprise, when she awoke one morning, she could hear the steady pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof. The first thing that she did was carefully lower herself off of her bed and slipped on a pair of jeans. With her boots and her brother's rain jacket in hand, she padded towards the door with silent determination.

Almost there. Just a few more steps.

"Oi! Cat, where 'ya goin'?"

Caitlin paused to swear angrily and turned to face Ryan, then pointed to the door.

"Outside, huh? Well okay, go ahead. I ain't gonna stop 'ya, but it's one o'clock. Don'cha think it's a little early for a walk? We've got school today, remember?"

She hesitated, but nodded in confirmation and ran out the door, where the rain soaked streets of London were waiting for her.

SHORT CHAPTER IS STILL SHORT. EVEN AFTER ALL OF THAT EDITING.

This… might not get updated for a while after today, but it probably will. Please understand, I'm working on tons of major school projects/assignments and I seriously need to work on my time management. You know I always say that or put something up on my profile about my schedule, and I always do the opposite of what I'm planning to do. Don't ask me why, because I've got no idea. I was going to put this one on hiatus and write a lot of Fullmetal Alchemist (best show ever 3) fanfiction… but I didn't. My point is don't expect updates ever, so they'll surprise you whether I write the next one in a week or 6 months. Lesson learned: I am the most dysfunctional author ever, and I couldn't ever write for money.