My name is Kinichy sometimes spelled as Kinichi. The reason I am writing this is to recount my times in Gakuen Hetalia (World Academy). Gakuen Hetalia is a place for me to bond with people like me, nations.

I'm actually 20 years younger than America and ##younger than Canada, my older brothers .For now enjoy my life.

Chapter 1- Meeting New Friends

Opening the doors to the World Academy, I wonder if I'll meet anyone worth knowing of. A draft enters the large lobby of the school. It was a large room with a dome serving as a ceiling. There were intricate designs that were painted gold while the rest was painted a pure white.

"Close the door my comrade, it will get very cold.",a heavily accented voice behind me said. All of his 'w's sound like 'v's. I look to my left astonished to see a very tall person wearing a pinkish-tan scarf, clearly violating the school uniform."You are very different, da? Who are you?"

I can sense myself tensing. "K-Kinichy. N -Nice to meet you." I managed to say. Quickly I closed the door, and remembering my manners, I bow low to show respect.

"He he, are you a friend of Japan?"

"N -No" Who is Japan?

"China, da?"

"N - No" Who is Japan and China and why does he think I know them? I thought to myself.

He stares at me closely, noticing my pale colored hair. "A friend of Prussia - da. Follow me." He heads deeper into the school, his scarf blowing around as he turned. All I can do is follow him.

After walking for about 10 minutes, he stops abruptly in front a door with 'Prussia' painted on it and I almost knock into him.

"We are here." He knocks on the door and without waiting for a reply, he walks in.

"HEY!" A voice from inside startled me and I hide behind the tall stranger. He glances at me.

"What are you doing?" I peek out from behind the stranger and spy person with light - almost white- hair and eyes as crimson as mine. "Russia, who is that behind you? She looks just like me!"

The person named Russia picks me up and sets me down inside the room with the other person and I panic. I guess the light haired person saw my panic and crouches down in front of me.

"What's your name, little girl? I'm Prussia."

"Kinichy, nice to meet you. And please don't call me 'little girl' I'm 215 years old."

Prussia's eyes widened. I glanced behind me and noticed Russia had disappeared.

"Are you one of France's territories?"

"No, why do you think that?"

"Your accent, it's French, right?"

"Who is France?"

"You don't know who France is? Alright you are mine now. – shit, I forgot, I'm not a country anymore." He paused, thinking. "I'll make you part of Germany's then. Follow me." He opened the door of his room.

"Wait a damn second!" I said. "Why the hell should I follow you? I don't even know you!" I stood still.

"Are you a nation or not?" He seemed angry at me.

"Yes, why?"

"I'm one, too. Germany is one, too."

My anger subsided for a while and I realized what he had just said.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay. Maybe that bastard Russia is rubbing off on you. You know what kid, you're awesome, but not as awesome as moi. I'm going to enroll you to the school. You wait here." Then he left.

I was worried, I knew nothing about Prussia or Russia, but they've been so nice to me this whole time. I'd actually yelled at Prussia, but he didn't yell back. Maybe he is someone worth knowing.