Title: Highschool Misfit
Summary:
England, fed up with America's behavior, decides to cast a curse on him so that he could learn to respect his elders. But it seems he's screwed up. Accidentally sending America to an alternate universe where everyone's in high school, the other must learn how to fit in while England works to get him back. Will he able to survive the hell known as school or will that British upperclassmen continue to treat him like shit?
Premise:
England's always despised getting bossed around and though France is hella annoying, America makes it so much more worse considering he's younger. He hates getting one upped by the other and even more so hates it when he gets called things like an "old man". Fed up with everything, he decides to use some magic to put America in his place. However, the spell isn't exactly what he had imagined. Instead of making the other shut up, he makes the mistake of accidentally transporting America to an alternate universe where he's a highschool student.
Ships: Undecided- depends on what readers want?
Warnings: Swearing! There might be OOCness with England but it's the first chapter and he's being a magic creep so-
CHAPTER 01: Of Curses and Confusion
Meetings were originally made with the intent so things could be maturely discussed and planned out. Despite that fact, they never went that way. Instead, they usually turned into a huge waste of time where nothing got done. England thought he'd be used to the others' shenanigans by now but God, he was wrong. Each day it'd become more and more annoying and for once, his hatred wasn't focused on a certain foppish Frenchman. Sure he'd be mocked and degraded by the other but this time around, things had changed. It was still France's 'job' to harass England in that manner but when America started to join in, the bushy eyebrowed man went from pissy to straight up angry (but what's new).
America was always a kid in England's eyes. Even when that bloody Revolutionary War started, America was still youthful. And when he had 'grown up', he still acted immaturely and naive. In fact, he was sure that the blond was the youngest in their group– hell, he even looked young enough to be a highschool boy! So what in the fuck gave a youngin like him the right degrade and boss around England? Though they weren't siblings anymore, he compared the scenario to a younger brother bullying an older brother and God, what kind of older brother lets their younger one step on them?
If anything, the Englishman wanted to put America in his place. He was the youngest and as the saying goes, young ones should respect their elders. If America could just respect him and shut up a bit, then England would feel a little bit more… sane again. He knew it was a bit impossible to make the other respect him, especially since the whole Revolutionary War thing but he knew a way where it could be possible.
"Oh America… You git. You won't know what's coming." England was laughing to himself quietly as he prepared his next 'curse'. If there was one way he could make the other respect him seriously, it was through magic. He grinned devilishly before tossing a shoddily made voodoo doll of what seemed to be the younger nation into the middle of his summoning circle. He knew just the spell– and when he meant knew, he meant that he had recently found a spell in one of his books that could help out his situation. It was from one of his more newer books so it had been written in English rather than an ancient script. In his older books were more severe spells, things that had the potential to kill and he admitted to not being that upset that he'd want to kill the other.
Before starting, he muttered the activation spell for the summoning circle so that it's magic powers were turned on. After all, he couldn't just recite the curse. Spells and such couldn't work unless there was the right kind of magic accompanying the words. After the short process had finished, he looked over at the words in the book and began to read:
"He who is young.
He who is free.
He who disrespects
and fails to recognize me.
For I am his elder.
For I, who has power.
Create a world where he respects me!"
The circle began to glow brightly that England was left squinting but between the lights, he had noticed that the doll of America began to levitate and—
Poof!
"Huh?" England blinked. Did the doll just? Wha… It floated then it just vanished out of thin air! He gave a thoughtful hum. Well. Atleast it did something. And if it did something, then that meant it worked in a way. He had to admit to being a little excited that something happened and boy he couldn't wait until tomorrow to see how America would act.
Something felt wrong.
When America woke up, he was incredibly uncomfortable. For some reason his bed wasn't as soft as he knew it to be and his pajamas felt different as well. He blinked open his eyes and with a small groan of discomfort, he rolled to face his bedstand where Texas was usually sitting atop.
Except Texas was not on the bedstand and there was actually no bedstand either.
When his eyes had begun to adjust properly, he realised that he wasn't in his room anymore. Alarmed by this fact, he shot straight up so that he was sitting on the bed… Or whatever he was originally sleeping on.
"Huh…?" He breathed lightly as he looked around the room he was in. It looked exactly like one of those nurse's offices he'd see at schools. A hospital bed was next to where he was sitting and he figured out that he must've been in one as well. There were cabinets in the distance labeled with medical terms and a desk where a nurse would usually be seated at except no nurse could be found.
However, the most peculiar thing he had noticed though was that he wasn't in the pajamas he was wearing from the night before. Instead, he was dressed in something that looked formal. He wore a white dress shirt with a beige sweater vest over it and a royal blue tie for his top half. For pants, he wore blue trousers that had a strange plaid design to them. He cringed. First of all, there was no way he'd wear something this nice and secondly, what kind person wears plaid pants? If France caught him wearing this sort of outfit, he knew that the Frenchmen would go on and call him a fashion disaster or something.
Speaking of France… Where the hell was he?! Was there anyone else with him or was this someone's idea of a prank? If someone was attempting to scare him since they knew he was easily frightened then haha whatever. Sure hospitals were scary but this was a nurse's office and this was just plain weird. Who'd go through the trouble of changing his clothes anyways?
Just as he was about to get off the bed and investigate, the door to the room opened and a familiar voice could be heard.
"Ah Alfred! You're awake! Thank God. I was so worried."
It was Canada. His own brother had walked in and he wore a smile on his face though his violet eyes showed what seemed to be concern. For some reason, he wasn't holding onto his bear friend and he was also dressed in an outfit that was nearly identical to his. Wait– never mind that! Upon seeing a familiar face, America shot up from his seat on the bed and attacked the Canadian with a series of questions.
"Canadia! Dude! What's going on?! Where am I?! Why am I dressed like this?! Did England prank me by dressing me up in this weird outfit? Is it because I called him a grannie? Oh shit— speaking of that, where's Texas?!" Every question that he had was pouring out of his mouth. He genuinely wanted to know what the hell was going on and since someone he knew was in here then now'd be the perfect time!
Or maybe not. Canada, taken aback by all the questions his brother was asking, was left looking confused. "H-huh? Whaa.. Canadia..? Texas…?" He repeated softly, not understanding anything his brother told him. His expression changed though and he shook his head quickly, "Alfred! Don't say weird things like that! I was so worried for you. You just passed out in English and no one knew what happened! The worst part is that you passed out in the middle of that upperclassmen's-"
"Huh?" Now it was America's turn to become confused. Just what on earth was Canada talking about? And why was he calling him by his human name? The two were alone so it wasn't like they needed to hide the fact they were nations. "Pass out? Bro, when did I pass out? I remember going to bed and whaddya mean 'in English'?" Seriously none of this was making sense. What did his brother mean by 'in English'? He passed out in English? What was he supposed to do? Pass out in another language? Either way, he didn't even 'pass out' to begin with. "Canadia. Dude. You're not making any sense. Also, where is Texas?"
"Wait. You meant to pass out during Arthur's speech?" His brother let out a small gasp and he once again, looked worried as hell. "Oh no no no, that's so bad… If he finds out, you're screwed…"
And Arthur was…. England! Right? He didn't make that much of an effort to remember everyone's human aliases but recognized England's because how old timey it sounded. Either way, whatever Canada was going on about still made zero sense. "No man. I went to bed! Got into my jammies and hit the hay. I think I slept around uhh…." He gave a moment to think, "9 or 10? Tony was watching that scary shit again so I went early." He made an attempt to explain but still couldn't help but wonder what the other male was talking about. Like, when was England giving a speech? And why was he supposedly giving a speech when he was going to bed?
Canada was staring at him again. He himself still looked confused but his eyes were narrowing. "Alfred… Are you okay?" He asked, the concern evident in his voice. "Miss Braginskaya said you didn't have any fever or colds. But, you're acting really strange."
And then it clicked. That's right! He had originally thought that this was all a prank and considering Canada was screwing him over like this, then it definitely had to be a prank and he was probably in cahoots with England! With a gasp, he stepped back and pointed an accusing finger at his brother. "Ahhh! I see what you're doing, Can-a-da!" He decided to say Canada's name correctly this time so that the other would know that he's serious. "You and England are totally pranking me! That's so not cool! But me, being the hero, caught you in your deeds!"
Canada looked flabbergasted. "What are you talking about?! And why do you keep calling me Canada?!" His normally quiet voice was now just above a whisper, "Seriously Alfred! What are you talking about?! Are you feeling alright?"
He shook his head and kept his eyes fixed on the Canadian. He was totally doing one of those cool "stare down the bad guy" moments but he'd never thought that he'd have to use it on his own brother. "I won't fall for your traps, villain Canada!" He took a deep breath and turned towards the door, "Now to find the villain England and put an end to this once and for all!" With a smirk, he dashed out the door so he could totally tell the Englishman off for doing something so childish!
"Wha—! Alfred! Wait!" Canada had no choice but to run after the other. Never in his life had he been so confused. "Wait! I have your glasses!" And so, he began to chase America down the hallway and to wherever he planned to go.
Today sure was… A day.
A/N:
And that's chapter uno! Ello, my name's uh. The one my pen name is. Yeah. Anywayyysss, that's chapter one! I'm pretty new to this fanfiction writing thing but I remembered I had an account and I had this crazy idea and I totally wanted to write a thing for it.
Tbh, shoutout to anyone who wrote like fics about America being a colony or America being sent to time periods where England was a pirate. Y'all are my main inspiration since it's what I've been drowning in lately! Thanks!
Also, sorry for mild OOCness. It's the first chapter and also my first time writing Canada and England. I roleplay America so there's that.
Cya later! Till next chapter! If y'all like it enough I mean.
