Guess what, I own Hetalia! Nah, just kidding. But seriously, do I need to put in a disclaimer?
Well, if I must...
Disclaimer - I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or sequels. The OCs in this story might be completely created by me, or I might have gotten their personality ideas from the web...I'm honestly not sure.
Alright, here's my new fanfic - Hetalia Academy: Class Sette - I know this idea of the Hetalia characters going to a boarding school is a dime a dozen, but here's how mine is different -
All 193 members of UN (i.e. not Prussia or Romano, sorry, though they will make appearances) will be attending. Only a handful will have main roles (though some are OCs)
Also, unlike some other 'Hetalia Academy' fics, the countries have met prior and are more and less familiar to each other, and any battles or wars have happened in this timeline. I know it makes little sense that they're suddenly going to school now, but hey, Hetalia's not exactly the most consistent of animes (Remember when Prussia was complaining about being a secondary character?)
As for pairings, there will be some straight couples, and possibly some gay love, though no guarantees (I won't get too into describing sex scenes though, I'd rather keep this T-rated).
I hope you enjoy. But if you don't, that's fine too.
Hetalia Academy: Class Sette.
Hello, my name is Ancient Rome, and I will be telling this story.
I died back in 476AD, but my ghost still roamed my former ruling city, Rome, where a new school was recently built, called the Worldwide Boarding Academy.
I stood outside the gates on the first day. This school is quite big. There are quite a few large buildings in it, such as the cafeteria, the gym, the dormitories and the classroom building. It looks like it would be fit to capacitate around 200 students, and that is what it will almost do, as there will be 193 students attending – one for each member of the United Nations.
I looked ahead and I saw a bus come to a stop. A bit to the right, another bus pulled up, and another one, and another one.
In the end, there was a total of six yellow buses in a row. The doors slowly swept open and a load of young-looking men and women came rushing out of the doors.
"Slowly, slowly!" the bus drivers yelled, though they didn't seem to be listening. Once they began, they couldn't be stopped.
I sat down on top of the high walls of the school, and I watched in fascination as they rushed past like I wasn't there. Then again, I practically wasn't. It was a rather wonderful sight. A river of different skin tones and cultures and clothing.
"Dude, doesn't this place look awesome!?" one of the male students exclaimed in a thick Californian accent.
"Enh…can't breathe, too heavy. America, why do I have to carry all your stuff?" a guy next to him panted.
"Because, Canada, you're my little bro, and you have to do whatever I say," America replied, adjusting his glasses. "Now, come on, they're not gonna wait forever for us."
"Huff…wheeze…coming," Canada sighed as he struggled to keep up with his older brother.
Come to think of it, how were they related again? Weren't they raised separately?
This flowing of diverse cultures and languages ended, unfortunately, leaving three male students who were walking behind and trying to avoid the rush.
"Isn't this exciting!?" the one on the left exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly. Ah, my grandson, Italy Veneziano. My pride and joy before I passed away. "We get to study at a top notch school, and we'll get to see each other every day."
"Yes, Italy, that will be excellent," his friend, Germany, sighed. He had short blonde hair and a very strong build.
"You know, getting a letter illegally forcing you to leave your country and attend school in a foreign land sounded rather terrifying at first, but surprisingly, I am content," smiled an Asian boy on the right. He had black hair…and…if I really have to go through these details, then I doubt you've seen one episode of the show.
"Well, this ordeal isn't going to be all fun and games," Germany sighed. "I'm aiming to get high grades so I can attend a top-level university and become a medical student."
"Oh, Germany, you're so uptight!" Italy exclaimed, grabbing Germany's arm and lifting it in the air. "Relax. Loosen up a bit."
"I'll loosen you up!" Germany said threateningly, as he pulled the smaller nation off. "Now come on, before they shut the doors."
The three of them rushed over to the door, passing out a small panting black male with long black hair.
"Come on, Equatorial Guinea, suck it up!" Germany exclaimed. The small country nodded and ran in after them before the door shut behind him automatically.
The 193 students stood inside the large foyer of the main building.
An elderly looking man stood at a podium before them.
"Hello, my name is Mr United Nations!" he announced. "I am the principal of this school which you will be attending for the next five years. We hope that you will enjoy your days here, but at the same time, we expect high standards from the minds such as your own."
"Are you kidding me!?" Switzerland exclaimed, jerking his thumb over at Mali, who was busy picking her nose.
"Regardless of your different backgrounds, we see great potential in every single one of you. This school has a strict discipline policy. You will each be given a written behaviour code in your native tongue in a few moments or you will be given an audio tape if you do not know how to read. Failure to comply with these rules will result in punishments such as detention, and in extreme cases, expulsion.
Now, first things first, our school implements a strict uniform policy complete with a shirt, tie, blazer and black sensible shoes. We are going to go to a tailor and get you decked out. Most of you should be able to find a size that fits you, though some of you might have to get it specially made."
He briefly gestured at Cuba as he said this, though the Caribbean nation didn't notice.
"Now, please follow me and we will get you fitted."
"What is with these pants?" Britain asked as he pulled them up his waist and tightened them with a belt. There were lines of several shades of blue and white on them in a plaid pattern. "These are like the ones my brother Scotland makes me wear on our golf trips."
"This uniform blows," America groaned as he buttoned up his white shirt. "Hey, Canada, I can't tie this top button. Do it for me."
"Y-y-yes, brother," Canada replied as he finished tying his tie, and he went over to his brother.
"I don't like these-a uniforms," Italy sighed as he buttoned up his navy blazer. "They remind of the times in my country when children belonged to youth movements and had to wear uniforms all the time."
"Please don't remind me of that period," Germany sighed. "We cannot get through a UN meeting without some country raising their hands and yelling, "Heil, Hitler!"
"Well, I remember that as a great time," Japan said fondly. "I had control over half of Asia, including the Chinese city of Beijing."
"Yeah, but then I came in and made bombs and dropped them all over your land!" America jeered as he slid in between the trio, with Canada still tying his tie for him, causing the nation to be dragged along with him.
"Actually, America, I believe it was I and Canada who designed those bombs," England said angrily, also stepping in between Japan, Germany and Italy.
"Nuh-uh. You're a liar! Canada didn't even exist back then," America replied obnoxiously.
"Uh, yes I did…" Canada said awkwardly, but nobody seemed to hear him.
"Whatever. You just keep believing that you're the hero. Once again," England sighed, and he stepped out of the 'Axis' triangle. America followed, still dragging Canada along with him.
"I'm not…done…" the Northern American nation squeaked.
Hungary's eyes widened as she watched Poland strike poses in a mirror.
"Oh yeah, tiger!" the drag act exclaimed. "Who's the man? Or the woman? I dunno, lol!"
"Okay, everyone!" United Nations exclaimed, clapping his hands. "It's nice to see that you've all gotten changed, and now it's time to sort you into your rooms. Our dormitory building has eight floors – that's one for each homeroom in this school. Follow me into the assembly hall and we'll get you all sorted out."
There was an opening exam earlier this year for everyone who submitted an application (or who was forced to come here), and assumedly, everyone was going to be sorted into classes based on their results.
I supposed that was reasonable, because I couldn't see a class getting anywhere with educational centres of the world such as United Kingdom and United States mixed together with countries that didn't know how to read such as Mali and South Sudan.
Anyway, I was curious to know how everyone did. I hoped my ragazzo Italy got into a top class. I followed the students into the assembly hall and I sat down on a seat at the back. I could only pray that nobody would sit on me. I may be a ghost but that doesn't mean I can't feel solid objects.
"Alright everyone, listen up!" Mr United Nations exclaimed. "Here I have the result of which countries will be in which classes.
We will start with Class Uno. If I call out your name, get up and stand by the side…
Afghanistan!"
A young-looking man with short brown hair and a fez stood up and walked to the side of the assembly hall.
"Benin, Bhutan, Burkina Faso, Central African Republic, Chad," United Nations continued, taking a pause between each country's name.
The countries that were called out went and stood with Afghanistan at the side of the hall.
So far, this class doesn't seem like a very educated one. Hopefully my Italy won't make it in.
"Cote D'Ivore, Ethiopia, The Gambia, Guinea, Guinea-Bissau, Haiti, Kiribati, Mali."
The foremost mentioned was still picking her nose as she stood up and went off with the others in her class.
"That's enough of that," Switzerland, who was sitting next to her, gagged.
"Silence!" United Nations exclaimed, clapping his hands.
"I knew joining the UN was a mistake," Switzerland thought. "Why did they have to confiscate my gun around these criminals!?"
"Mozambique, Nauru, Niger, Pakistan, Papua New Guinea, Senegal, Sierra-Leone."
Sierra Leone, a black girl with messy hair tied in plaits, continued to walk towards the door when she froze once the principal had announced the next person who would be joining them –
"Somalia!"
I almost felt bad for that class, getting stuck with Somalia. Somalia was a skinny dark-skinned girl with a ponytail who wore a bandana around her head like a pirate.
She was infamously known for her tendency to be violent and a kleptomaniac, and despite having only been independent for 50 years, she had already caused more chaos than Blackbeard ever did. She was going to make class uno a nightmare.
"South Sudan and Tuvalu," Mr United Nations finished. The last student to get up was a boy with light-brown skin and short shiny black hair. He looked rather gutted to have made it into the lowest class, though considering the fact that he never showed up for the opening test, I saw it as reasonable that he ended up there. There are no points in life for unpunctuality.
"You twenty-four, class uno or class 1, will be sleeping in dorms on the ground floor of the dormitory building. As you can see, your class tutor will guide you to your room," the principal explained.
As the students of that class went off, United Nations continued,
"Let me announce who will be is Class due or two –
"Angola, Bangladesh, Burundi, Cambodia, Cameroon, Congo…"
Two African girls stood up.
"…the Democratic Republic," United Nations sighed.
The girls on the left sat down while the other went to stand with the others whose names had already been called out.
"Djibouti, Egypt, Ghana, Laos, Liberia, Madagascar, Mauritania, Morocco, Nepal, Nicaragua, Nigeria, Rwanda, Sudan, Tanzania, Timor-Leste, Togo, Uganda and Yemen."
The rest of the countries who were in this class stood up in their matching uniforms and walked over to the side of the hall without much significance, and they were led off by their tutor.
"Next, we have the students of class tre or three," Mr United Nations announced. "If I call your name, then stand up –
Belize."
A girl with thick blonde hair and a starfish clip stood up excitedly in her uniform and walked over to the door.
"Botswana, Cape Verde, Comoros, Republic of Congo."
The girl who accidentally stood up before stood up again. She had long black hair which was tied in a spiky ponytail. She had a rather sinister look on her face. Perhaps she was going to be the alpha-bitch of the class.
"El Salvador," Mr United Nations continued. "Eritrea, Guatemala, Honduras, India, Iran, Iraq, Jamaica."
Jamaica stood up. He was definitely a curio of a character. Along with his uniform, he had a very long beard and a baggy Rastafarian hat. He was definitely a stereotypical Jamaican to me. Then again, I suppose that was the point.
"Kenya, Malawi, Oman, Say…sayo…tomay and…"
"Sao Tome and Principe!" announced a black country with frizzy hair.
"Yes…er…thank you," Mr United Nations nodded. "Now where was I?
Oh yes, Saudi Arabia, Solomon Islands, Swaziland, Syria, United Arab Emirates, Vanuatu and Zambia."
Good, my Italy won't be in this class either. That's a relief. While this class is clearly better than the previous two, it's not a class I'd want my grandson to be making close relationships with.
"Please follow your tutor to the second floor of the dormitory building," Mr United Nations said. "Those are all the students of class tre, now I will announce who will be in class Quattro, or four."
"Algeria, Bolivia, Brazil."
A tall tough guy with a cocky look on his face stood up and swaggered off.
"Ahem, your tie is not tied properly!" Mr United Nations exclaimed sternly, pointing at Brazil.
Brazil grunted before pulling his tie and tying it properly.
Mr United Nations shook his head and rolled his eyes before continuing –
"Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Gabon, Guyana, Indonesia, Lebanon, Lesotho, Malta, Mauritius, Micronesia, Myanmar, Namibia, Palau, Panama, Peru, Seychelles, South Africa, St Lucia, Suriname, Tunisia and Zimbabwe."
The final country to stand up was a girl with curly black hair and a headscarf made out of 100 billion Zimbabwean dollar notes (which are really only worth about 50 cents), and she left with the other students of class quarto.
So, it looked like Italy is going to be in one of the top classes. Good for him. I couldn't help but notice that there aren't many African countries left.
One of the few remaining is Equatorial Guinea, the guy from earlier who was the last to go in.
"Okay then, please follow your tutor to the third floor of the dormitory building."
With that, the twenty-four students of class went out of the door.
"Here are the students who will be in class cinque or five. If I call your name, you will stand at the door," Mr United Nations announced. "Bahamas."
A short dark-skinned girl with wavy hair with a yellow flower in her hair was the first person to walk to the side of the hall.
"Don't go near her. She's a jinx," Russia whispered loudly to Kazakhstan, who was sitting beside him.
"Huh?" Kazakhstan, a girl with auburn hair and plaited pigtails, responded.
"The yellow rose," Russia pointed out. "Bad luck."
"That's not a rose…" Kazakhstan pointed out, but he was interrupted by Mr United Nations.
"Silence! These interruptions will not be tolerated," he said sternly. "Bahrain, Brunei, China."
China stood up, looking rather surprised to have had his name called out this early, but he nonetheless shrugged and walked to the door anyway.
"Colombia, Dominica, Equatorial Guinea."
The small African nation stood up before accidentally falling over. He quickly scrambled to his feet and tried to ignore the fits of laughter from the others who were still sitting.
"Fiji, Grenada, Jordan, Kuwait, Libya, Malaysia, Marshall Islands, Mexico, Paraguay, Philippines, Portugal, San Marino."
This was a surprise for me. While I died not long after my granddaughter was born (and rebelled against me), I watched her growing up from above and observed her as a smart and sensible girl, able to keep herself under the radar and prevent invasion.
It was definitely disappointing to see her only make it into this class, but I suppose there was nothing I could do to change it. At least Italy's name hasn't been called out yet.
"Singapore, St Vincent, Thailand, Venezuela and Vietnam."
The South-east Asian nation was the last to stand up, and the students of class cinque left the hall to go to their dorms.
Goodness, I felt tired. How long did it take to announce the names of 193 countries?
Oh well, at least I knew Italy had made it into a good class. Most of the countries left were well developed, and the ones that aren't are well educated nonetheless.
"Okay, there aren't many of you left, but let's motor on anyway," Mr United Nations sighed, now also looking a little tired. "Here are the students of class sei or six.
Albania, Argentina, Australia, Austria."
The pianist with black hair and glasses gave Hungary a peck on the cheek before leaving.
"Yes, you two are totally divorced," Poland said sarcastically.
"Shut up!" Hungary hissed, nudging him, before putting her hands together, praying that she would be put in this class.
"Bulgaria, Chile, Costa Rica, Cyprus, Greece."
"Hey, wake up," Cyprus hissed at his big brother.
"Oh…yes!" Greece exclaimed, getting up and following his younger brother.
"Come on," Hungary sighed, shaking her hands.
"Israel!" Mr United Nations announced, making Hungary scream at the ceiling.
"Excuse me, miss, is everything okay?" Mr United Nations asked, adjusting his glasses.
"Oh…er…no…" Hungary said embarrassedly, her face going bright red.
Israel, a small Jewish boy with greasy black hair, went past her with a very weird look on his face.
"Korea, South," Mr United Nations continued.
Immediately, two Asian guys stood up, one with short hair, and the other with long hair.
"There is no South Korea!" the one with short hair yelled. "There is only one Korea. And it is me."
"Wrong. It is me! You had no right to be on my land! Long live Kim Il-Sung!" the other one exclaimed. He was presumably North Korea.
Mr United Nations was about to explain that they were wrong, but then he sighed and said to North Korea, "You are wrong. That Korea is the right one."
South Korea smiled and stuck out his tongue at his brother, before walking over to the others who were part of class sei.
"Are you joking me!?" North Korea exclaimed, a very frustrated look on his face.
Mr United Nations just winked at him, making North Korea smile in satisfaction.
The principal shook his head and rolled his eyes before continuing, "Kyrgyzstan, Macedonia, Moldova, Mongolia, Montenegro, Qatar, Romania, Serbia, Spain, Sri Lanka, St Kitts and Nevis, Trinidad and Tobago and Uruguay."
A guy with messy blonde hair and thick glasses was the last one to get up.
"Like I said to the previous five classes, please follow your class tutor to your dorms on the fifth floor," Mr United Nations stated, and the students of class sei left the hall, with only 49 students remaining.
Phew, had this been a long ceremony! Now I know how Greece feels.
"Here are the students who will be in class sette or seven in English."
(The twenty-five countries who will be called out next will be the main characters of this fanfic - so congrats if your country got in)
"Antigua and Barbuda," was the first country that was called out.
A small black girl with a pink flower in her long black hair and glasses was the first to stand up and walk over to the side of the hall. She was carrying a book with her.
"Belgium," Mr United Nations continued.
The western European nation rose from her seat and walked over to stand with Antigua-Barbuda.
"Canada."
The North American country nodded and also stood at the edge of the hall.
"Croatia, Czech Republic."
Croatia, a guy with short hair and a strange looking black hat; and Czech Republic, a girl with long platinum hair, were the next to rise.
"Denmark, France, Germany, Hungary, Iceland."
If you've seen the anime, you would know these guys so I won't bother describing them. Hungary still looked sad over being separated from Austria.
"Ireland."
A guy with dark red hair and big green eyes nodded his head sharply before standing with the others who were already called. He stood close to Antigua-Barbuda and clicked his tongue.
She looked a little put off and stepped to the left.
"Italy, Japan, Maldives."
"Yahoo!" Italy cheered pumping his fist, before looking up at Mr United Nations, who frowned. "Mi scusi, signore," he said apologetically, before he and Japan went to stand with Germany.
Maldives, on the other hand, was a moderately-sized girl who had short black hair with a white streak in it.
"Monaco, Netherlands, New Zealand."
A guy with short blonde hair that looked like sheep's wool, New Zealand, went to stand with the others of this class.
"Sweden, Switzerland, Tonga."
The two neutral countries got up from their seats along with Tonga, a girl with a maroon headband and long black wavy hair.
"Turkey, Turkmenistan, United Kingdom and United States."
Turkey was the first to get up. He was no longer wearing an eye mask, revealing his eyes, which were dark brown.
America pumped his fist at the prospect of being in the same class as England, while the latter looked much underwhelmed.
Turkmenistan stood up. He was a guy with reddish brown hair and a rather irritated look on his face. He scratched his chest, clearly uncomfortable in the uniform he was wearing.
"And Uzbekistan."
The twenty-fifth member of class sette stood up. He had short dark brown hair and small rectangular glasses.
"Thank you, sir," he said to the principal.
"Shut up," his brother, Turkmenistan, hissed, pulling him over.
"So, those are members of class sette," Mr United Nations stated. "You may now follow your class tutor to your dorms on the sixth floor."
"Yahoo!" Italy cheered, pumping his fist.
"Calm down, Italy," Germany said sternly. "Keep your head down and you'll be fine."
"Yes sir," Italy saluted, before literally putting his head down.
Germany grumbled before stepping out of the door of the hall.
I was about to follow them, but then again I was curious to know who was in the top class. Who could be smarter than my Italy? I know he acts like a fool sometimes, but he has book smarts.
"Okay, listen up!" Mr United Nations announced. "Earlier I said that every student had the potential to do well. I lied though. To be honest, you're the only ones I could see making it. Congratulations for that, class otto, or eight."
What!? Suddenly, Mr United Nations didn't seem like such a nice guy. If that was not bias then what is? Asshole!
"When I call your name, you may stand up. I'll go through your names quickly just so I don't keep you waiting too long.
Andorra, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Barbados, Belarus, Bosnia-Herzegovina, Cuba, Estonia, Finland, Georgia, Kazakhstan, Korea North, Latvia, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Norway, Poland, Russia, Samoa, Slovakia, Slovenia, Tajikistan and Ukraine."
The 24 of them all stood up and made their way to the door. It was not really a significant sight, but I noticed that the three Baltic states were in the same class, and they seemed pretty excited about it, fist-pumping and giving each other high-fives.
Russia walked past them, expecting them all to be scared, but they all looked the other way as if he wasn't there.
Well, I suppose it has been over twenty years since they became independent. Now that they have all that protection from NATO and EU and…I'm not really sure of all the details. Honestly, all the alliances of countries in the world are so complicated that they give me a headache.
Alright, I'm done here. I could have been following my grandson to his dorm instead of listening to this a-hole.
Wait, hang on a sec. Once Mr United Nations and the members of class otto had finished clearing off, I noticed two figures in white jumpsuits pull a cleaning cart into the hall.
"I cannot believe it!" one of them yelled. "Me, the great, mighty, awesome Prussia, is stuck doing janitor work! This is outrageous! I should be attending - after all, they let Mali in."
"Shut up, asshole, and give me a rag!" yelled the other one. My grandson, Romano, and I hate to play favourites but...yeah...he's a dickhead.
Okay, that was enough time here. See you in a minute!
Phew! I'm out of breath! Despite being a ghost, I still have to walk like a regular human. Why can't I morph into supernatural beings like the ghosts in movies? Never mind, that's not important right now.
The dorm advisor was about to announce who would be in each dorm. At least I can be assured that he won't be bunking with Somalia; I already encountered her on the ground floor on my way to the stairs. She was busy giving noogies to Nauru.
"Okay, welcome to your floor, class sette. I hope you will find it passable," the dorm advisor said. He had a distinct Italian accent. "My name is Vittore, and I am from Lugano, Switzerland."
Well I was wrong. But come on, they speak Italian there.
"There are ten rooms in this floor, and there will be three or four of you to each room. You will be split by your gender, and then sorted by alphabetical order.
So, room 701 – Canada, Croatia, Denmark and France."
Canada sighed in relief due to the fact that he wouldn't have to sleep in the same room as the United States, and he dropped his brother's suitcase on the ground and was handed the key to his dorm.
"Hey, Canada, you pick these up this instant!" United States screamed at him, but it was too late. Canada had already gone inside with the other three.
"Au revoir," France said to United States, blowing him a kiss before closing the door
"Grrr!" United States growled, while Vittore continued –
"Room 702 – Germany, Iceland, Ireland and Italy."
"Yahoo!" Italy cheered for the third that day, before starting to sing, "Germany and me, together as one…"
"That's enough," Germany said irritably, before grabbing his friend's shoulder and dragging him into the room.
Iceland and Ireland looked at each other and shrugged before following them inside.
"Room 703, Japan, Netherlands, New Zealand and Sweden."
"Adequate," Japan nodded as he was handed his key.
"Hey, as long as there's no aliens," Netherlands shrugged, while New Zealand and Sweden went inside without saying anything.
"Room 704, Switzerland, Turkey and Turkmenistan."
Turkey was handed his key and he went in silently, while Switzerland, put his hand on Turkmenistan's shoulder and said – "I just wanted to say how glad I am to be bunking with a fellow neutral country."
"Hey, just so long as I can get out of this itchy uniform," Turkmenistan shrugged, before grabbing his suitcase and going inside.
"Room 705," Vittore announced. "United Kingdom, United States and Uzbekistan."
"You can just call me England," United Kingdom stated.
"And you can call me America," United States said, nudging Uzbekistan, who rolled his eyes.
"NO!" France yelled faintly as he poked his head out of his dorm. "America is a continent not a…"
"Get back inside!" Croatia exclaimed irritably, grabbing France and shutting the door.
"Now that we're done sorting out the boys, here are the girls' dorms," Vittore continued. "Antigua-Barbuda, Belgium, Czech Republic and Hungary, you will be in room 706, and Maldives, Monaco and Tonga, you will be in room 707."
Six of the girls went into their dorms without any hassle.
"Hungary, you coming?" Czech Republic asked her neighbour, who was standing still in the middle of corridor.
"Huh!?" Hungary exclaimed, her eyes widened. "Oh…uh…sorry…I'm coming!"
"Do you miss Austria?" Czech Republic asked compassionately. "It's okay. I'm missing my bro, Slovakia. We'll get through this together."
(Room 701 – Canada, Croatia, Denmark and France)
"Finally. I thought that was going to take forever!" Denmark said loudly as he unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie. "This calls for a Carlsberg."
He took a glass bottle out of his bag, took off the cap with his teeth and started to drink it.
"Oh, toss me a bottle!" France exclaimed, though Denmark ignored him.
"Woah, woah, you are not drinking those in here! They'll make the place smell!" Croatia protested.
"I'll do what I want," Denmark snapped as he poured the alcohol down his hatch.
"Gimme that!" Croatia yelled as he pounced on Denmark and tried to grab the bottle, causing beer to fly everywhere.
"Arrgh, I've been hit!" France screamed as he was splattered with it. "Croatia, get off of him!"
Canada sat in his bottom bunk bed watching the three of them fighting, and he hung his head in frustration.
Poor guy. He's got it rough enough being in the same class as United States. I floated through the door and stood outside the corridor. I may still have to walk everywhere, but at least I can walk through solid objects.
Now onto the next room.
(Room 702 – Germany, Iceland, Ireland and Italy)
Iceland and Ireland sat on their bunks and couldn't stop laughing as they watched Germany and Italy interact.
A puffin that was perched on Iceland shoulder was also chirping cheerfully.
"Italy, what is all this?" Germany asked as he pulled a bag of fusili out of his suitcase.
"Oh yes, my pasta!" Italy said in enthusiasm. "I was a-worried what they'd be serving here, so I decided to cook my own."
"And you didn't consider that there could be no stove or fridge!?" Germany growled, as he pulled a frozen pizza out of the case. "Did you even pack any clothes?"
"Oh, I a-had those in my other case, but the security wouldn't let me bring more than one case," Italy stated.
"AND YOU DIDN'T BRING THAT ONE!?" Germany roared, and he slapped Italy across the face.
"Miaow! Bitch-slap!" Ireland exclaimed, snapping his fingers, while Iceland was rolling around his bed laughing
Germany looked at the island nations and frowned.
"I'm getting some water," he said, before walking out the door.
"I'll come with you!" Italy exclaimed cheerfully before bouncing out of the door.
"I bet 50 euros that they'll be a couple by end of the semester," Ireland said.
"You're on. I can hear the fangirls squealing already," Iceland replied, shaking Ireland's hand.
(Room 703 – Japan, Netherlands, New Zealand and Sweden)
"It really sucks to be separated from the gang, though I suppose I could have gotten much worse room-mates," Netherlands stated as he put his stuff on one of the bottom bunks. He took out a can of air freshener and said, "I hope you don't mind if I give this place a bit of a cleaning."
"Not at all," New Zealand stated.
"Whatever makes you happy," Japan responded as he kicked off his shoes.
Netherlands had started to spray the wall, when Sweden yelled – "Okay, that's enough!" and he grabbed the can and threw it out of the window.
"Hey!" Netherlands frowned, then his eyes widened once Sweden faced him.
"Do you know how bad that is for the environment!?" the Scandinavian nation screamed at him. "You could have poisoned us all! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"S-s-sorry," Netherlands stuttered, slowly backing away. New Zealand and Japan looked similarly freaked out.
"Good," Sweden smiled. "Excuse me for being intimidating, but I just really want some order around here. We can be friends, ja?"
"S-sure," Netherlands nodded, and Japan and New Zealand quickly nodded in agreement.
"Very well, I would like that bunk," Sweden stated, pointing at the lower bunk where Netherlands had put his suitcase.
"But that's my…" Netherlands protested before being met with Sweden's intimidating glare. "It's…uh…all yours."
(Room 704 – Switzerland, Turkey and Turkmenistan)
"Yes, finally!" Turkey cheered as he put on his hood and mask. "Now I can wear what I want!"
"I agree. That uniform itches," Turkmenistan stated, as he buttoned up his traditional pyjamas
"I remain neutral on that issue," Switzerland sighed as he sat on his bed, still dressed in his school clothes.
"Good for you," Turkmenistan sighed as he crawled into bed. "I'm going to sleep. Don't make too much noise."
He was out in three seconds, and Turkey looked at the alarm clock on the bedside and said – "It's half eight!"
"Give the guy a break," Switzerland sighed as he relaxed on his bunk. "He's come from five time zones away."
(Room 705 - United Kingdom, United States and Uzbekistan)
"Awesome that we get a room together!" America exclaimed excitedly, giving England a tight hug.
"Please get off of me," England frowned, pushing him away.
"Hey, you don't mind if I take this top bunk?" Uzbekistan asked, pointing at one of the beds.
"No problem. My buddy, England, and I are going to share the other one," America replied, patting England on his shoulder.
"No, we will not!" England yelled, slapping his arm away. "If you don't mind, I'll take this bunk under Uzbekistan."
"Coolio," America smiled. "I'll take this one next to you."
'An interesting bunch, those two,' Uzbekistan thought. 'They'd make for good psychology paper material.'
(Room 706 – Antigua-Barbuda, Belgium, Czech Republic and Hungary)
"I am really sorry about these bags," Belgium apologized as she dropped them on the floor. "There was so much stuff I wanted to bring that I couldn't fit it all in one."
She zipped one of them open and pulled out some objects.
"A microwave, really!?" Czech Republic exclaimed, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you never know when we might make chocolate fondue," Belgium shrugged as she took out some fondue mix.
"All I brought were some clothes and books," Antigua-Barbuda said, looking up from reading "The Fault in Our Stars".
"Hungary, how are you doing?" Czech Republic asked, peering down at her neighbour from her top bunk.
"Meh," Hungary sighed. "Czech Republic, do you think Austria is thinking of me right now?"
"Please, just call me Czechia," the eastern European nation sighed. "You really need to get your mind off of him."
"Anyone up for a game of Monopoly?" Belgium asked as she pulled the board-game out of her backpack. Antigua-Barbuda still looked astonished over how much stuff Belgium had managed to fit in her suitcase.
"Sure. I'm probably not gonna fall asleep anytime soon. Coming from five time zones back and all," Antigua-Barbuda responded.
"I'll play too," Czechia added. "Come on, Hungary, it'll get your mind off of Austria."
"Ugh, fine," Hungary sighed, brushing her hair out of her face.
(Room 707 – Maldives, Monaco and Tonga)
Tonga had already fallen asleep, while Maldives and Monaco conversed over their native lands.
"So, it must be really cool to live in the gambling capital of the world!" Maldives exclaimed. "I'll bet you're super-rich."
"Yeah, except I'm not allowed," Monaco sighed. "It's illegal for citizens to gamble."
"In your own casino!?" Maldives exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. "That's stupid."
"Maybe so, but some things are just the way they are," Monaco sighed.
"Say, do you need a throat lozenge or something? You don't sound too good," Maldives said.
"I'm good, this is just the way I speak," Monaco groaned, shaking her head.
"Well, pardon me for asking," Maldives sighed.
"So, what kind of land do you live on? I have to admit, I'm not too familiar with you," Monaco admitted.
"Well, it's a very sunny group of islands, though not a lot of mountains," Maldives described. "Scientists keep saying we're going to sink any day now, but they've no idea what they're talking about. We've lasted thousands of years, and we're going now."
I'm bored. Oh well, it was very late at night, I supposed I shouldn't have expected too much excitement from most of the rooms. (Poor Canada, though)
I floated out of room 707 and I was faced with three empty rooms in the corridor, numbered from 708 and 710.
I floated in room 708, and I settled down on one of the bottom bunks. I may not have to sleep, being a ghost, but I prefer to do so anyway.
Well, that's the arrival described. Come back another time when I will tell you about their first day.
Chao!
I hope you enjoyed that. Feel free to give a review with your honest opinions. Anyways, here's a recaps of the classes and rooms - (OCs are in italics).
I'm not sure when the next update will be, so be patient
Also, if you've read my other story "Euro-Drama Roadtrip", there is a new poll up - Which of the bottom 10 would you like to see go farther next season? - vote for up to five choices.
Room 701 - Canada, Croatia, Denmark, France
Room 702 - Germany, Iceland, Ireland, Italy
Room 703 - Japan, Netherlands, New Zealand, Sweden
Room 704 - Switzerland, Turkey, Turkmenistan
Room 705 - United Kingdom, United States, Uzbekistan
Room 706 - Antigua-Barbuda, Belgium, Czech Republic, Hungary
Room 707 - Maldives, Monaco, Tonga
Class uno - Afghanistan Benin Bhutan Burkina-Faso Central-African-Republic Chad Cote-D'Ivore Ethiopia Gambia Guinea Guinea-Bissau Haiti Kiribati Mali Mozambique Nauru Niger Pakistan Papua-New-Guinea Senegal Sierra-Leone Somalia South-Sudan Tuvalu
Class due -
Angola Bangladesh Burundi Cambodia Cameroon Congo-(Dem Rep) Djibouti Egypt Ghana Laos Liberia Madagascar Mauritania Morocco Nepal Nicaragua Nigeria Rwanda Sudan Tanzania Timor-Leste Togo Uganda Yemen
Class tre -
Belize Botswana Cape-Verde Comoros Congo-(Republic) El-Salvador Eritrea Guatemala Honduras India Iran Iraq Jamaica Kenya Malawi Oman Sao-Tome-and-Principe Saudi Arabia Solomon Islands Swaziland Syria United-Arab-Emirates Vanuatu Zambia
Class quattro -
Algeria Bolivia Brazil Dominican-Republic Ecuador Gabon Guyana Indonesia Lebanon Lesotho Malta Mauritius Micronesia Myanmar Namibia Palau Panama Peru Seychelles South-Africa St-Lucia Suriname Tunisia Zimbabwe
Class cinque -
Bahamas Bahrain Brunei China Colombia Dominica Equatorial-Guinea Fiji Grenada Jordan Kuwait Libya Malaysia Marshall-Islands Mexico Paraguay Philippines Portugal San-Marino Singapore St-Vincent Thailand Venezuela Vietnam
Class sei -
Albania Argentina Australia Austria Bulgaria Chile Costa-Rica Cyprus Greece Israel Korea-South Kyrgyzstan Macedonia Moldova Mongolia Montenegro Qatar Romania Serbia Spain Sri-Lanka St-Kitts-and-Nevis Trinidad-Tobago Uruguay
Class sette -
Antigua-Barbuda Belgium Canada Croatia Czech-Republic Denmark France Germany Hungary Iceland Ireland Italy Japan Maldives Monaco Netherlands New-Zealand Sweden Switzerland Tonga Turkey Turkmenistan United-Kingdom United-States Uzbekistan
Class otto -
Andorra Armenia Azerbaijan Barbados Belarus Bosnia-Herzegovina Cuba Estonia Finland Georgia Kazakhstan Korea-North Latvia Liechtenstein Lithuania Luxembourg Norway Poland Russia Samoa Slovakia Slovenia Tajikistan Ukraine