Hello guys! :) So this is my first fanfiction ever, so I have no idea if it's going to be good, but I sure hope so! And I hope you'll all like it! In this story, the characters use their real life names and they're all in high school. I tried to include almost all of the characters, but the main ones are England, France, Italy, Germany, Romano, Spain, Prussia, Hungary, Poland and Lithuania. And there will be Yaoi, so you're all advised. Reviews will be highly appreciated :) Hope you'll enjoy~!

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

6 o'clock.

As the alarm clock rang loud in the entire mansion, a British young man was already all dressed, ready to go downstairs for breakfast. He exited his room and walked to his younger brother's room. Knocking very loudly on his door, Arthur shouted:

"Get up, git! It's your first day of high school today. You can't miss it, can you?"

On the other side of the door, Peter didn't agree with his big brother's statement. Rolling in his bed to look at the time, he saw that they still had at least two more hours to get ready. His brother was apparently crazy.

"Arthur, it's 6:02! What the hell? School starts at 8:30."

"Knowing you, it's better if you get up now or else you won't wake up later. Now, get up! I'm making breakfast."

At that last sentence, Peter froze.

"You're making breakfast! Well that's a good reason for me to go back to sleep. Goodbye now!"

Arthur frowned. He was trying hard to take care of his little brother. Their parents were almost always gone to work and his older brothers were all off to college or in apartment somewhere in the world. "Thank god", he thought. The situation in his family has always been difficult. His three older brothers apparently hated him and took joy in bugging him to the bone, seeing how quickly he reacted. And Peter was… the most annoying little brat to Arthur.

"I don't have time for this. Get up now or you won't eat and I refuse for you to eat those gross pop tarts you eat all the time."

"At least pop tarts are ten times better than your cooking!"

Arthur just angrily took off downstairs to the kitchen. He always wasted his time arguing with his brothers. He opened the fridge to look at what he could make. He decided that eggs would be good.

While the Brit took the frying pan out, Peter sleepily appeared in the kitchen with his pajamas still on him.

"Peter! Why aren't you dressed up?"

"Aah! Would you relax? I'll be ready in time. Why are you so stressed out anyways? Aren't you excited? High school seems awesome! Plus, you're a senior this year."

Arthur started cooking (with a lot of difficulty). He sighed. He was excited for one part. He was presenting himself to be the school's president this year and had a lot of projects in mind, but still, people were complete idiots at this school. He especially didn't want to think about a certain Frenchman and his crew of retards.

"Peter, high school is just another step in life. You go there to learn and you get out for the next step, which means college. That's it."

"You're so boring! Don't you have friends? Go to parties? I can't wait for those! And for high school, I'm going to be the most popular guy in school! You'll see."

Arthur turned to look at his brother. The determination in his eyes annoyed the Brit. "What an immature". He rolled his eyes and answered:

"Parties are stupid and just for people to get drunk. You don't need that. And anyways, you're way to young for this."

"You're only saying this, cause you can't drink! That's what Francis told me last Christmas at our parents company's party. He says you cry when you're drunk! Hahaha! What a loser!"

This angered the young man. How dared Francis to spill out this information about him like that? As he was about to reply angrily, Peter's eyes opened up quickly.

"Arthur! The eggs! They're burning!"

"What? The eggs? Oh god! The eggs!"

Arthur turned around rapidly and closed the fire, taking the frying pan away from the stove. He putted it on the counter and looked at the eggs to see if they were still eatable. They were completely black and disgusting looking. Peter was about to say something, but Arthur talked first.

"Don't you say anything. You can eat your bloody pop tarts if you want. I'll eat cereals…"

The cool wind of September morning was calmly brushing against Toris' face as he walked to his bus stop. He still had sleepy eyes and a slight frown on his face. Sure he was happy to go back to his routine, but still, school was school. He walked slowly putting his hands in his pockets. He passed in front of the Beilschmidt's huge house and saw Gilbert, a self-proclaimed Prussian who was a jerk to everyone at school, getting into his new shining car.

"C'mon, West! I'm driving us today and I gotta go pick up Francis to show him my new kick ass car!"

The albino called his younger brother West, for some reason.

"It's alright! Go on without me. I will take the bus." They could hear Ludwig shout back from inside of his house.

"Are you kidding me! You would prefer taking the bus instead of being drove by your awesome big brother?" Gilbert took a fake offended voice that irritated his brother.

"Fine. I'm coming…"

As the German got out of the house with an annoyed look on his face, Toris decided to stop looking and started to walk faster to the bus stop.

"That guy always gets what he wants", the Lithuanian thought. A couple of steps later, he arrived to his destination. There was no one yet. He looked at his watch. "It's 7:54. Six more minutes before the bus arrives". Toris decided to listen to music while waiting for his ride. As he started to take out his ipod from his pocket, he heard a loud voice coming from behind.

"Toris! Like, oh my god! We haven't seen each other for, like, ever!"

As he turned around, Feliks, his best friend, jumped to his neck happily to give him a hug. Almost choking from his blond friend's grip, the brunette gently pushed him off.

"We saw each other two days ago."

"Exactly! Two days. You didn't even call me last night."

Feliks was looking at him with a pout. The Lithuanian boy had promised to call, but he didn't.

"I'm sorry Feliks. My mom wanted me to help my dad fix things up around the house and I was forced to go to sleep early." He was really feeling bad.

His Polish friend changed his hurt face to a grin right away. "It's alright, I trust you! Your mom is so uncool. Anyways… You know what?"

The fact that Feliks could change emotions that quickly fascinated Toris. What was fascinating him the most though, was how fast the blond could change conversation.

"What is it?"

"Okay. Like, yesterday, I went to my aunt and, like, she totally gave me 100$!"

"Nice."

"Yeah! And I was, like, why? And she went, like, cause I love you and you're a nice boy and stuff and…" He stopped rambling for a moment to suddenly change subject. "Hey are you excited to go back to school? I totally am! Well… okay maybe not that much, but I still am!"

Toris didn't know what to reply. He felt like his friend's story wasn't finished, but he frankly didn't want to ask what the rest was. The blonde always had the talent to make their conversations complicated, but the Lithuanian was now used to it.

"Well, I don't really mind. It's just another year."

"Totally! But like, we're juniors now! After we'll be seniors and after, we'll go to college! Will you go to college? What are you going to study?"

How could Feliks be so energetic and able to ask so many questions at 7:58 in the morning? Toris wondered every time.

"I don't know. I will probably have to work very hard or get a scholarship, because my parents can't afford to send me, since there's also Eduard and Raivis. Eduard will probably get a scholarship, though."

"Umm… I understand. Where are your brothers, anyway? Don't they, like, take the bus with you?"

"Raivis wanted mom to drive him to school, since he's very nervous about starting high school, and Eduard was sleeping at a friend's yesterday, so he's going with him."

Right then, the bus turned the corner of the street.

"Sit next to me!" the blond happily said to him.

Toris smiled and nodded. They then both climbed into the bus when it arrived at their stop.

"8:12! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Elizabeta was freaking out in her room seeing that she only had less than 15 minutes to get ready. Her hair was half done and she still had her pajama pants on. At least, she lived really close from the school, but she could still risk being late on the first day. She decided to tie her hair up and put a random pair of jeans on. She then, ran downstairs taking a banana from the fruit basket in her kitchen and outside of the house with her car keys in her free hand and her bag on her back. She got in her car and put the keys in. The car decided to be stubborn and didn't want to start.

"No! Come on you stupid old thing!"

The Hungarian was really pissed now. She got out of her car and looked at her watch. It was now 8:15. "If I walk, I can maybe arrive in time".She took her things back from her car and started to walk immediately. She walked in a very fast pace wearing a very unhappy look on her face. "God damn alarm clock that didn't start this morning!" She started to cuss really loudly in Hungarian in the street. That gained her many looks from the neighbors that were getting in their car. The fact that their car started annoyed her deeply. But the next thing that came up got her even more annoyed.

"Hey sexy! Like my new car?" Gilbert screamed, passing very fast in his car right next to her.

"Fuck you, Gilbert!"

The albino pissed her off most of the time. She looked at the black shining car (containing the self-proclaimed Prussian, his younger brother and his blond French friend) starting to slow down and then stop.

"Jump in."

"It's alright, I can walk."

Gilbert looked at her seriously. He was offering her a ride in his new awesome car and she dared refusing.

"You're jumping in."

Elizabeta wasn't imprested by the young man's order. She didn't want him to win, but she looked at her watch. "8:23… I will be late if I walk." She frowned a bit and step forward to the car.

"Fine."

She got in the back, next to Francis who smiled at her seductively. She decided to move as far as possible from him and responded with a polite smile. Gilbert started to move to the school's direction again.

"You like my new car, Lizzie?"

The Hungarian looked around and felt jealous. "It is a pretty awesome car…"

"Yeah, at least your car started this morning…"

"Thank god I'm here for the lady!"

The albino's comment made Elizabeta roll her eyes. Gilbert was always such a macho. She said nothing and let her white haired friend believe that he was her hero. Two minutes later, they arrived in the school's parking lot. They all got out of the car, Ludwig taking his things and getting right away in the school.

"Danke, Bruder."

"Kein Problem!" Gilbert shouted back to his brother as he was already in the school.

Right when they were about to follow Ludwig, they heard a weird car horn coming from the parking entrance. They all turned around to see a very ugly and small car containing a very happy looking Spaniard driving it. Antonio parked his car and got out.

"Hey guys!" He shouted very happily.

"What the hell is that!"

The Spaniard didn't understand Gilbert's comment.

"What do you mean?"

"Your car… it's… umm…" Francis tried to find an appropriate word to describe it without hurting his friend's feelings.

"Fucking ugly, man!" Francis and Elizabeta cringed at the lack of tact coming from their white haired friend.

Antonio's face changed from confused to understanding.

"Well, I personally love my car. Also, I'm sorry if I'm not as rich as you guys! You know I can't afford an awesome car like you both."

Francis felt bad. His family and Gilbert's we're pretty wealthy. On the other hand, the Spaniard's family wasn't at all. He was about to apologize for Gilbert when the bell rang.

"Shit!"

Elizabeta started to run into the school really panicked. Her goal was exactly to be in time for the first day. Apparently, she failed. The trio followed after her, walking slowly. Gilbert had the reputation of never respecting the rules and Antonio had the bad habit of being too laid back and usually late. As for Francis, he only followed his friends' pace. The Frenchman looked around the hallways and sighed. "Last year of high school."

Then, the trio entered the gym, where the students were given their classes group and schedule.

"Dudes! Next year you guys are totally going to ditch me here!"

It was lunchtime and Arthur was already tired of hearing his young American friend complain. The Brit only had Alfred and Kiku as friends, even if the younger boy annoyed him most of the time. Alfred was complaining because Arthur and Kiku we're seniors this year and the American was only a junior, which meant that both we're going to leave him alone next year. Arthur didn't really mind, since he knew his friend. He was able to make friends pretty easily because of his friendly and loud personality.

"Alfred-san, don't worry. I'm sure you'll be able to make new friends easily."

Arthur smiled. Kiku said exactly what he thought, but in a nicer way than he would have say it.

"You're probably right, but it's going to be hard without you guys with me!"

"Alfred, we're just starting the year. We still have more than 9 months together. Stop complaining now." Answered the Brit curtly.

The American was about to reply something about Arthur's rudeness, but Kiku decided to change conversation.

"So, Arthur-san, you're presenting yourself as president this year?"

The Brit nodded. He was talking about this since his freshman year.

"I could maybe help you with your campaign?" The Japanese offered seriously.

"That'd be nice of y-"

Before Arthur could finish his sentence, Alfred cutted him off excited:

"I could be your body guard!"

Annoyed by the American's outburst, Arthur glared at him while answering bitterly:

"Don't cut me off! And there's no such thing as body guards for school presidents, you git."

"Well, Obama has body guards!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Obama is the president of the United States! Not of a bloody high school!"

"Then your president school stuff sucks!"

Arthur just rolled his eyes. Then, the cafeteria went silent by the microphone screeching. A voice was heard after that.

"Attention to all of you! I wanted to announce the great news of a party going on this Friday at my house!" The cafeteria cheered.

Arthur knew exactly to whom this unique voice belonged to. He turned around on his seat and spotted Gilbert with the microphone in his hand.

"But of course, not all of you are invited. You can't be a freshman or a sophomore and of course, not be Arthur Kirkland."

At that last sentence, Arthur glared at the albino. That trio was composed of complete dicks, especially towards him. Surprisingly enough, Gilbert was the one he tolerated the most though. He couldn't stand Francis one bit and the hatred between Antonio and the Brit was not even questionable.

"Oh! Also, you over there! I don't want you in my house."

He was pointing at Feliks who stopped talking with Toris.

"Why not?"

"I'm not very fond of girls like you." Antonio, Francis and a couple of other students snorted at that one.

This annoyed Feliks. Gilbert knew very well that he was a boy. He only said that to be a bitch. He guessed that the albino was probably still pissed off about the time when he refused to be part of his gang, saying that he wasn't as low and retarded as them. It was a pretty good reason for Gilbert to be pissed, but that was a low comment.

"Oh and you Russian guy over there!"

Ivan, a big Russian senior looked up.

"I don't want you and your family in my house either."

Gilbert was looking at him with a proud smirk. Ivan, on the other hand, didn't even mind. "Okay", he said with a cute innocent smile.

The self-proclaimed Prussian was disappointed by his reply. He loved reactions.

"Why don't you just invite your retards to your party, instead of telling us to piss off?" Arthur asked angrily.

"Because, my dear Arthur, it's more fun like this." Francis finally spoke.

The Brit rolled his eyes and turned his back to him.

"Oh! But, you there!" Francis continued, pointing at Kiku and Alfred. "You guys are invited! Unless you bring big brows here."

Arthur frowned at the comment about his brows. He knew they were big already. No need to remind everyone.

"Really! I'm invited!" Alfred shouted happily.

"Yeah! Of course! You're pretty cool." Gilbert shouted, holding onto his French friend who nodded. They sincerely didn't care about the American or the Japanese. They only wanted to piss off Arthur. "So, are you guys coming?"

"Fuck yeah!" Alfred shouted back. Arthur was glaring at his friend. How dared he.

Then, Gilbert looked at Kiku for a reply.

"No thank you. I'm busy this Friday." Arthur smiled. At least, his Japanese friend wasn't betraying him.

"Fine. Anyways, for all of you other people that are cool, the party's at 8'o clock Friday night. Oh and Roderich, I don't know where you are right now, but you're surely not invited and you can just suck my b-"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence that a loud manly voice was heard screaming his name.

"Mr. Beilschmidt!" It was the principal.

The cafeteria froze. Gilbert turned around nonchalantly.

"Mr. Beilschmidt, every year I tell you that you cannot use the microphone like this. This is your fourth year. Didn't you understand yet?"

"But Mr. Germania, people need to hear my perfect voice. It's vital for them!" Antonio and Francis shared a smile. Their friend had such a high self-esteem.

"In my office. Now!"

Gilbert rolled his eyes and followed his principal. It wasn't new for him anyways.

"It was about time!" Arthur said loudly.

Francis scowled at the Brit, but Arthur just ignored him. He was right and he knew it. Gilbert was annoying and he wasn't the only one with that thought. Half of the people in the cafeteria were looking gloomy now. "And here we go again with another year of hell." Arthur thought standing up to leave the cafeteria.