Hiii ^_^

First off, this WILL get confusing. Second off, All will be explained cause for every few chapters or so, there will be a chapter or two of explanations, ok? Ok.

Pairings: AsaKiku, Russiamerica, Franada. (Might change later)

"Ok class, calm down, calm down!" Alfred F. Jones yelled to his class as he shut the heavy oak door behind him. He didn't know why his class after lunch was full of such weird people. Honestly, it was just history!

"Alright, now that you are quiet, I'll tell you the learning schedule for the next week or so." he stated this cheerfully, much to the disappointment to the Danish boy in the front row.

"Aw, teach, do we have to?" He moaned.

"Yes, of course! This is on the learning requirement and it's QUITE interesting, if I say so myself." Alfred turned to an alien in the corner, who was typing on a laptop. "Tony...what's the first thing on the list?"

"How should I know?"

Alfred blanched. He really hated his job, SO much, but it put burgers on the table. It also was helping him in his self- proclaimed hero-induced mission.

"Ok, so...what do you guys know about pirates?" he inquired.

A small Japanese boy in the front row raised his hand. "Yes, Kiku?"

"Pirates ruled the seven seas years ago. They would battle, pillage, and destroy to get what they wanted." he paused."It was a very hard life for most during that time as many of their towns were destroyed."

"Right! Pirates were filthy people, and would do what they wanted." Alfred smiled, "There was never a good pirate to roam the seas."

"Actually," interjected Kiku, "my great-great grandfather fell in love with a pirate. He loved him very much."

Alfred pondered for a second. The only pirate he knew that would dare fall in love with another male was—no...It couldn't be...could it? And so soon, too. I f there was any better luck for him in his couple thousand years!

"Um, by any chance, Kiku, would this pirate be an Arthur Kirkland?" he questioned.

Kiku might have been surprised, but if he was, he was doing a good job at hiding it. "Yes, sir. In my family, the story of Captain Kirkland and Prince Honda is a big one."

"HOLD IT! Are we supposed to believe that MY great-great granddad fell in love with YOURS?" The namesake-d Arthur Kirkland yelled angrily.

"Believe it or not, Kirkland-San, but it happened." Kiku regarded the Brit calmly. Arthur flushed in embarrassment. Although he couldn't deny his great-great grandfather had impeccable taste.

"People, once AGAIN, calm down!" Alfred was really getting annoyed. "Now, let's have a short discussion! First off, who here is named after a grandparent?"

Everyone raised their hand. And holy cow, was his class always so BIG? Probably, but he couldn't think about that right now. After all, he had a mission.

He Alfred F. Jones, the personification of the United States of America, had to find all reincarnated countries that were killed during the slaughter of 1766. The only one who he knows survived was him.

Only because he hid out at Atlantis's house and now he didn't know if anyone else besides them survived...

So he took a job at the famed World Academy to search for them. So far...he's pretty sure he's found most of them. Just his luck! Now all he had to do is maneuver some time and round them up.

Easier said than done, he thought.

It seemed his class was getting nowhere. Ugh, this was just like one of the old world conferences. Kiku was sitting there calmly; the Grecian in the back row was fast asleep, and everything else….chaos.

"Kesesese~! Mr. Jones, would you mind telling Roderich that his vital regions are mine~?"

"You are an ass! My vital regions are not yours!"

"Brother….let's get married!"

"GO AWAY!"

"WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP!" Yelled Ludwig from his spot in the middle row next to a cheery Italian idiot. "We're here to learn, you idiots, now shut up so Mr. Jones can speak?"

Alfred face-palmed. Oh…well it couldn't get worse could it? Alfred was about to open his mouth to speak, when a loud ring came from the bell. Shit, now he'd have to wait till next week to talk to them. He instead contented himself to watching most of them rush out of the room while a few stayed behind. Those few being Kiku, Arthur, and Ludwig. Alfred stared at them warily. They were his best students, and they had been known for researching information that was better left alone.

"Ehehe…you guys can go now." He said in an awkward attempt to get them to leave.

Ludwig and Arthur sighed getting up and without looking at Kiku; they left the room at bombshell pace. Kiku, however, stayed where he was.

"Mr. Jones. Whatever you are hiding, I will find out. I know you are hiding something…more with this whole 'grandparent' thing. I don't know what it is that you are inquiring to. Although I have a feeling all of us are involved, and that it is something bigger than your face is letting on."

Alfred smiled weakly. "What do you know?" he asked the Japanese.

Kiku…Japan…smiled at him. "Why, nothing, America-san. But I can't wait to see how you inform them of their…positions in the world." He stopped to give his old friend a smirk. "Who knows, I might even help you…" Kiku trailed off and bowed slightly. "Excuse me then, Mr. Jones. I will be taking my leave now."

The United States of America collapsed in a chair. Leave it to Japan to be the only one who remembers their past life as a nation.

He got up and started packing away his things. "Come on, Tony. We have a lot to prepare." He and Tony left the room, and after driving away from the school did Alfred even think about how hard it might be to convince, and snap the memories in place. But, he was a hero, and there was nothing that Alfred F. Jones couldn't handle.

He would round them up, and he would not be daunted by the long road ahead. He just had to be patient, and he just had to make sure no one got in his way.

He would do this if it killed him. Or a carrot…yeah, he'd prefer if a carrot get killed and not him.