Matthew's POV:

I sighed, resting my head on my fist as the end of the day announcements rolled across the T.V.

"Hello Students in the School of Control and Productivity for Countries!" I tuned in and out as the lunch for tomorrow, after school clubs, etc .rolled across the screen.

Then they told us. They cheep staff actually used the pathetic video camera they bought with cookie dough sales last year, and we found out. All it was was our principal Rome, and the assistant principal Germania, sitting in chairs.

"Hello students!" Rome said with a grin.

"Were here to announce-"Germania continued before the technical difficulties made a rainbow of strips of colors shoot across the screen and they were silenced.

They came back on in a few seconds and continued they're talk as if nothing happened.

"What camp you're all going to this year!" Germania finished a smile painted on.

"It is...CAMP KYANPU!" they both yelled excitedly.

"OH SWEET!"I heard my brother, Alfred, yell with an ear-to-ear grin. "I hear that place has a HAUNTED CABIN!" he exaggerated a little.

One of his friends, Arthur smirked, "Perfect place to practice my black magic!" he said, not at all joking.

Arthur's enemy/best friend Francis rolled his eyes, "what? Murmuring 'cat dog evil at bile' in Latin is now considered black magic? I never knew?" he imitated mock surprise with his voice drenched in sarcasm. That was why they were enemies. They couldn't get along, but they would be lovers if they did, and then it would be the apocalypse.

"HOORAA!" I heard Gilbert, a trouble maker albino in the class next to us, yell. He was currently trying to become friends with everyone in the school to gain popularity. Little did he know it was failing him miserably.

"OK CALM DOWN CLASS!"Our battle teacher, and last teacher, Holy Roman Empire yelled. If you haven't noticed yet, only the teachers are called by their country's names. All the kids think it too formal, but if you need to get someone's attention, you only use their country name if someone if dying or there is a fire. It was the unsworn oath.

"I'm now going to hand out some sheets of paper for you. It has where and when to be at school grounds. "HRE said placing a pile on each desk, so they could pass back to the rows.

Gilbert's POV:

I threw a pair of boxers into my black and white suit case. My suit case had my countries flag on it, and held whatever awesome things I needed it to hold.

"Let's see….. Pants? Check. Shirts? Check. Sweatshirt? Check. Boxers? Check. Etc? Good enough!" I went through my awesome mind mental check list of things I needed to bring.

West grumbled a little from opposite the shared room, it was the night before we were to leave, and he was stressed in case he didn't get in the same cabin as his long-time crush, Feli-sumthing.

"It'll all work out! Trust the awesome me on this, I'm never wrong!" I 'comforted' him and dragged my luggage out the door.

Feli's POV:

I was soo excited as my suit case with an Italian flag and pasta was placed inside the big, BIG truck heading for camp.

I had already worn the ear off Lovi, my brother, and was now searching through the crowds for any of my close or not close friends.

BUMP! TRIP! SLAM!

I wasn't looking forward and crashed into the chest of Ludwig, as my shin swung around and tripped myself, falling at his feet. "Sorry….." was all I could mumble as I sat up rubbing my now throbbing head.

He blushed and held out his hand, and I took it gratefully. "Its fine…" was all he said.

It took this opportunity to talk to him; he was a friend more or less. "So, are you excited for camp?"

"Yea…. I guess….." I presumed he was just an awkward person and that wasn't his fault.

"I hope there's pasta!" I exclaimed mouth watering.

"I hope there's wurst." He said a small glimmer in his eyes.

"Wurst?"I asked confused, but also happy to get to know this guy a little better.

"It's a sausage dish, I like it." The German boy explained.

Before I could respond Rome called for all students to go to the bus, which had comfy seats and smelled of Mac &Cheese.

"Wannasitnexttoeachother?" he asked blushing.

"Sure!" I chirped back, with a small 'Ve' as I figured I wouldn't be sitting next to a complete stranger, or someone who didn't like me.

This was going to be a good trip.