WRITTERS NOTE: ELLO WORLD! I'm not that new to this site, I've been actually going on it since I was about 9, but this is the first story I have posted so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR ANY OTHR TRADEMARK SHIT I MENTION!

Chapter 1;

Opening his bright blue eyes, an American teen with blond hair and a body to die for, woke up. Groaning the young man looked at time squinting at his alarm clock, great... its only 5:22. He thought, might as well get ready. Slowly, he pushed off the thin blanket off of his freezing frame. Grunting in discomfort then letting out a sigh, he stretched. The bones in his back and legs letting out a satisfying pop and crack. He reached over and felt around his shitty bedside table, searching for his glasses. His hand brushed against the cool metal frames, he grabbed them and slipped on to his very attractive face. Yawning he let his feet hit the cold hard wood floor, a shiver went up his spine fucking cold…. He thought. Standing up he headed to the bathroom to shower before his Canadian half-brother woke up and took all the hot water. Tugging off his American flag boxers, and turning on the hot water, Alfred f. Jones showered.

Wincing as the water hit his cuts, most fresh. Most old… He lifted his head so his face would get splashed with the scorching hot water. Slowly, he began to wash his body. The blond let out a long sigh, not wanting to go to school at all. Not only do girls (and some guys.) stalk the fuck at him at school, but constantly sneak love letters and flowers into his locker. Sometimes he didn't mind the attention and actually loved it. But not today, today he just wanted everyone to go away. To just leave him alone. But as usual the American teen, as popular and attractive he is, had to suck it up and deal with the facts. High school sucks, people liked him, teachers didn't. And there was little to nothing he could do about it.

After a long hot shower, al slipped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Removing the mirror of its fog from his shower, smiling at his reflection he started brushing his teeth. He heard a light bang from the other side of the door and a soft gentle voice.

"Al hurry up!"

The voice said, laced with a Canadian accent said.

"alright matty give me a minute!"

Walking into Hetalia International High, a new teacher had arrived. He had short blond hair, bright green eyes, big unusual eyes brows, a few tattoos on his back and shoulders which where covered up by a grey suit and tie, a small stud in his ear, and an English accent that would make an asexual man or women get hard or wet. His name was Arthur Kirkland. He tightened the hold on his suit case which contained mostly papers, a British flag, pencils and some pens. He's taught kids all around the world, was fluent in French, English (it being his first language), Chinese, and Russian, and was currently blushing up on his Italian. So there would be little to no language barrier trouble in the multi-cultural school, so he had no idea why he was this nervous. He was always nervous when he started a new school, but never this nervous! Slowly he opened the huge double doors to the big school.

At first you see a reception desk between two large stair cases leading to the second floor of the three story school building. The first floor just had lockers, a few family and consumer science classes, a fairly big gym, the office, guidance offices, and a huge pool for the schools water sports teams. All across the walls and backs of doors where paintings of the bright sunny days of Florida, to the cold winters of Russia and Canada. Flags of all different nations and places hang proudly across the walls and hang from the ceiling, it was custom for a new student or teacher to bring one or more (depending on the nationality they are from) flags to hang upon the walls of the school. Arthur smiled as he saw a few British flags, it made him feel welcomed and happy. It was too early for the Teens to roam the halls of the school, leaving the faculty to roam as they please.

"Ve~ ciao! You are new to the school yes?"

A cheery Italian said, bouncing over to him. He had Auburn hair, big topaz-gold eyes, tan-ish skin and a smile so bright it made Arthur smile as well. He wore a brown shirt, black jeans, black shoes and a smock splashed with the colors of the rainbow.

"Oh, yes I am. My names Arthur Kirkland."

"My Names Feliciano Vargas, welcome to Hetalia International High!"

The happy go lucky Italian said, welcoming the Brit into the school, Arthur smiled.

"My names Arthur Kirkland, and thank you it's great to be here."

Arthur responded politely.

Holy crap this fanfic is shit… Please review idk if ima continue it, should I?