HELLO Hetalia fans! Halen-Chika here…Well. This is my first Hetalia story I've written by myself… THINGS TO KNOW- I have run on sentences, I spaz, this is written from Denmark 'MATTHIAS's POV, they are in school in this, I say weird things, AND I am BEAUTIFUL!

That didn't need to be stated but I just like saying it because it's true. *flashing arrow appears above head that reads 'NARCICISST'*… SOOO… I have a deviantart page~ CHECK MEH OUT

…look up KichouLOVESjapanese…Have fun. Oh crap- wait! This is also written as like a 'letter' project…Which can only be described through this story.

AIRBORNE

So, I'm in trouble…again. Me and Norge were caught in the middle of some 'disagreement' (if you could call it that.) in the cafeteria this morning. First day of school. FIRST day of school and I've already been called to the principal's office for 'fighting'. I didn't even hurt anyone! I merely moved into this little group of hoodlums to stop them from being mean to some little Asian kid. Me being myself means I got in trouble because apparently screaming "Leave him alone!" and adding a few Danish swear words to the mix is 'Unacceptable and a disgrace to our country and school as a whole!' or so I was loudly told in the office …So Yeah. Me and a couple other random kids are in detention. Our babysitter, this Spanish 21 year old (with a really…dare I say…HOT accent and perfectly round butt) had long since ran out of the room to discuss things with who I guessed was the Italian teacher…That was like 45 minutes ago I don't think he's coming back. What was the point of detention again? "Sit in here and think about what you've done!"…Oooh that was a scary voice I just wrote. I think I'll put that in the special talents portion of my college application. Oh wait where was I? Uh, 'detention'. Teachers expect you to sit here and think of your bad behavior. The only thing we're doing from what I see is sleeping, reading comic books, and thinking about food or going "The kid in front of me is kind of hot." Me? I'm wondering what color underwear Norge is wearing today.

"Hey what'cha writing?"

I slammed the notebook shut. "It's a project for one of my classes."

He smiled a little, "You mean for English? That letter to someone you love?"

I looked down at the desk to find my notebook in the guy's hands. "Oh it is that letter! So who you writing to?"

I scrambled to get it back and immediately assumed the worst, 'SHIT this is going to turn out like the last time- he'll find out I'm dating Lukas, I'll have more bullies and I'll have to move aga- wait what did he just say?'

"Uh, What?"

He handed it back to me, "I'm writing mine to my boyfriend." I stared at him.

"Boyfriend? You? Um no 'offense' but you look straight."

He laughed a little then turned to the desk he had been sitting at where a little Japanese kid our age was.

"Hey Kiku!" He whistled and said boy jumped, turned to us and waved shyly immediately going back to whatever he was reading after.

"Isn't he cute?" He elbowed me.

'Mental note: Never give Norge what this guy eats. Then his 'affectionate' little punches would hurt a whole lot more.'

"Yeah…Sure."

"My name's Alfred F. Jones." He held at his hand and I grinned. 'Yep he's definitely American.'

"Hey if you make a pneumonic device of your initials it could read 'America fucked Japan'."

Now normally people wouldn't laugh at a vulgar joke like that but hey Americans will laugh at anything from what I've seen and I laugh at everything even remotely dirty…So does Alfred.

"Dude, that is awesome!" He high-fived me and I glanced at the clock.

"We've got like two minutes left of detention doesn't the teacher comeback now?"

"Uhhh…Mr. Carriedo spends his detention watching hours making out in the janitor's closet with Mr. Vargas."

I made a face, "You're kidding?"

"Nope."

"What's with this place is everybody gay?" I glanced around the room looking for any 'obviously's.

"Roderich isn't."

"Roderich?"

"Austrian with yaoi obsessed girlfriend named Elizabeta."

"Yaoi?"

Alfred made a face then slapped his palm to his forehead before yelling, "Hey Kiku! This guy doesn't know what YAOI is! Go on tell-!" The bell rang and Kiku all but ran out of the room, red in the face.

"Why's he in detention? He doesn't seem like a bad kid."

"Oh he's in here 'cuz some guys were picking on him this morning and teachers thought he was the one picking the fight."

"Oh. Well if it helps I tried to save him this morning…which is why I'm in here."

"Oh thanks dude! I'm liking you more and more!"

It looks like I've made a friend in detention. I know to some people making friends in detention is like making friends with prisoners and will only set you up for failure the rest of your life but this 'prisoner' has got an escape plan from failure… Y'know I'm really glad English is the last class of the day. There's only like four people in there and all we do is write in our letter/notebook things. I realize I'm treating this like a diary but it is NOT a diary. Diaries are for teenage girls at slumber parties and gay guys. YES I am a gay guy but I'm Danish so that adds like fifty straight points. (Being a European is like minus 503.)

I looked down at what I wrote. 'Crap. My English teacher is British.' I frantically started to erase and Lukas looked up from his homework on the other side of the room we share. (Yes we live together.)

"What'd you do?"

"I maaaayy have just insulted my English teacher in an English project."

He scoffed and went back to his work. 'Oh crap the theme assignment!'

I jumped up and Lukas looked back over at me, "Matthias?"

"You know my English teacher gave us that letter project right? WELL we have to focus on the theme and I haven't read it yet and I wanted you to read it first!" (Idk why…) I got it out of my pocket and handed it to him. "Read it!~" I was wiggling.

He stared at me for a minute before mumbling, "Your word is Airborne."

"AIRPORN?"

"Airborne! Like in the sky."

"Whaaat? Noooo faaaiirrr! Everyone else got easier themes! Why do I get a hard word?"

Lukas smirked a little and handed it back to me, "Because you have a hard head it works hand in hand."

I frowned. "Norge you're mean."

"And you're a child."

"Bitch."

He raised his eyebrow and stood up, "I'm a female dog? I know you know I'm a boy." "I also know you're a screamer." I grinned and he chucked his folder at me as I ran out of the room only after nearly falling and scrambling to get away- doing that little 'Oh sh-!" Noise you make when someone almost catches you and you swear and laugh after.

"Love you!" I shouted as he chased me down the hallway. He growled a little and then muttered, "And I question why I love you!"

A/N Sorry it was short this chapter but please REVIEW you have no idea how happy they make me! Seriously I do this little dance and everything!

And I'd like for you all to guess who my favorite hetalia pairing is from this

PLUS the boys will be playing Wii dance games next chapter!