Ludwig stared at the Italian. "Feliciano?..."

"No, call me Feli! But, come on, we'll be late for class!" Feli grabbed Ludwig's hand and bundled him off to English.

"Feliciano! Gack! Stopppppppppp!..." Ludwig was tugged along, face bright red, a sharp contrast to his normally pale face. Feli didn't let go of his hand either, not until they went to find their seats. But, as luck would have it, they ended up sitting next to each other in class. Feli grabbed his hand again, well, attempted to, at least. Ludwig withdrew it quickly, although he knew Feli was left-handed.

"All right, class.. Introduce yourselves, tell us where you're from, and something important about yourself." The teacher said. "Ermm Feliciano Vargas first, please."

Feli grinned broadly and stood. "Ve~ my name is Feliciano, but my closer friends call me Feli," Ludwig looked down, embarrassed. "I'm from Italy, but I was raised in North Italy, unlike my brother. And... uhm.. ve~ one last thing..." He paused, biting his lip. The students looked at him expectantly. He sucked in a large amount of breath, then shouted happily, "PASTAAA!" Feliciano Vargas sat back down, a happy smile on his face.

"Lovely.. That brings us to... Romano Vargas!"

Romano Vargas rolled his eyes and grumbled, muttering a few choice words under his breath. "Hrrmph. I'm Romano, b****es! Raised in South Italy, grew up with Antonio, over here, just FYI. So..., I am completely abnosome, and a sexya** beast. F*** you bas****s, I do what I want!" Romano slammed his hands on his desk, then shot two thumbs-up to Antonio.

"Right...ermhrrmmmph... moving on, thank you, Romano-"

"Grazie, signor." Romano corrected.

The teacher cleared his throat. "So, um, yeah... Ludwig!"

Ludwig grimaced. "My name is Ludwig. I am from Germany, and my brother, Gilbert, is annoying. I'm rather adept at fighting, but can be swayed easily by-... well, erm... *cough*"

"Elizabeta?" The teacher said.

Elizabeta cocked an eyebrow. "Elizabeta, Hungarian. My best friend is Roderich in ze other class. He is Austrian. Feli and I grew up in Mr Austria's home. Oh, and don't get on my bad side. I have a strong attachment to frying pans. " She said.

"Honda Kiku.. Japanese. I have a strong independence, and try not to get emotional."

"Heracles. zzzzzzzzz.. 'm Greek, I love naps, and cats. zzzzzzzzzzzz!~"

"Wang Yao! Born an' raised in China, my friends, and I love to beat people~aru!"

"Alfred J. Jones! American, headstrong, and always the hero!"

"Onhonhonn! Francis Bonnefoy, ma cheries. French, ze language of looovvveeee. And I love anyzhing beautiful." He wiggled his eyebrows at Arthur Kirkland, the Brit.

"Arthur, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. My cooking is atrocious, yet amazing, right?" His bushy eyebrows were dark and forlorn.

"Aannd that's it, class! Homework: write something about a new classmate!"

The kids swarmed out. Feli and Elizabeta stuck together with Ludwig. Romano and Antonio were yelling at each other (b****, you can't stop me! gimme one of dem gawd***ed tomatoes, and you'll understand the true meaning of pain, bas****!) (Romano! Stooopppppp ittt! Ack! okay, you have the d*** tomatoes!) France was attempting to give his phone number to Arthur/Arty :D, and then promptly made out with him against the lockers. Alfred took some pictures. Kiku was dragging Heracles out by the wrists (ZZZzzzzzzzzzzZZzzzz!). Yao was being harassed by Ivan, the Russian kid with a big nose and a creepy younger sister. ((I can't remember all of the human names DX ))

"Become one with Mother Russia, da?" Ivan said, all creepy-like. Yao ran, beating people with woks. Ivan turned evil and chased him around. "JOIN ME OR DIEEEEEE."