Italy hurried down the stairs of his apartment, his one little curled hair bouncing after each step he took. His eyes were closed but he could see where he was going. He looked very distressed as he stood by the door. "Fratello!" He called up to his older twin, using the Italian word for brother as he so often did. "We're going to be late! Germany doesn't like it when I'm late for school!"

"Why do you care what that damn potato eater thinks?" Romano spat as he walked down the stairs. His hair was slightly darker than his brothers, and his eyes were actually open as he stomped up to Italy. He had gold eyes and right now they were filled with annoyance for his younger brother.

Italy ignored Romano, and walked out the door. "Isn't it nice to finally be a senior, fratello? There's not as much pressure from the teachers! We get to eat the better pasta in the cafeteria, and we have more time with the pretty girls now too!"

"I'm surprised you even made it to senior year…" Romano mumbled, and of course Italy couldn't hear him. Or he chose not to hear him.

Italy and Romano arrived at the school moments after Germany and his older brother did. Prussia was two years older than Germany, but was also a senior because he got left back a few times. Now he was in the same grade as his younger brother. Germany had his uniform shirt tucked into his pants, his tie tightened, and his hair slicked back as usual. On the other hand, Germany's older brother's hair was messy, his shirt was wrinkled, and his tie looked like it was about to come undone at any second. Romano recognized Prussia as being one of Spain's friends. Damn potato eaters…. Romano thought before walking into the school in search of Spain. Where is that bastard?

***Meanwhile***

England was oversleeping; he had slept through his alarm, forgetting about that the first day of his senior year began that day.

"YO ENGLAND WAKE UP!"

An all too familiar voice made England creak open his eyes. He glared underneath his caterpillar-like eyebrows at the source of the shouting. America was standing there, smiling at him widely. "AMERICA WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APPARTMENT YOU BLOODY GIT?" England exclaimed sitting up.

"You left your door unlocked dude." America stated bluntly. "You were also oversleeping so I took it upon myself to save you from missing your first day of the last year of school!" America announced. "I also got you some breakfast! I'll heat it up in the microwave while you get dressed!" America walked out of the room leaving England to himself.

England got into his uniform, a white shirt with a navy blue tie and black pants, and then walked out of his room to see what kind of breakfast America had made him. It was a basic cheeseburger that looked like it had been an extra from America's dinner the previous night just heated up in the microwave. "ARE YOU INSANE MAN? I CAN'T EAT THIS FOR BREAKFAST!"

"Alright then I will and you can starve, but we're going to be late!" America told him picking up the burger and taking a bite out of it.

"Yes, yes, let's get a move on." England sighed picking up his backpack before exiting his apartment with America closely behind. Although America had a nagging feeling he had forgotten something… Or someone…

II

"Man, that America!" America's brother, Canada, grumbled to himself. "I told him to wake me up on time! Boy, when I see him I'll really speak my mind this time!"

America, being the dumb brother he was, had forgetten to wake Canada up and let him oversleep. Canada was now trying to pull on his black pants and white shirt at the same time while mumbling to himself. When he was done and had finished putting on his navy blue tie, Canada had to skip breakfast and rush out the door to catch up with America. Where was going? He thought. England's I think...

Sure enough, as Canada got closer to where England lived he could spot the two walking away in the direction of the school. "America, I've got something to tell you!" Canada shouted, but rather softly.

America paused in his steps. "Huh? Yo, England, did you hear anything?"

England just kept walking, he was now used to his friends craziness. "It's probably your made-up alien friend talking to you, you nitwit."

Amercia continued walking to catch up with the blonde senior. "Tony is real! Unlike your fairies and unicorns!" He retorted.

England winced slightly, now scowling at him. "Now you listen here-"

Canada finally caught up with the two bickering friends. "America! You let me sleep in and I'm going to be late now thanks to you! Why must you always do that to me? I'm getting pretty sick of it and it stops today!"

"..." America turned around then grinned madly. "Yo, Canada! 'Sup bro'? See that's what I was forgetting!" America ignored Canada and started poking England annoyingly. "See? It wasn't Tony after all!"

The blonde grabbed America's hand and twisted it back so he would stop. "I still don't think he exsists. You have the mind of a five year old."

America winced and pulled his hand back, muttering to himself, "He called you a fucking limey the other day..."

England and America keep arguing with each other, while Canada trailed on behind them, trying to get they're attention back. Sadly, Canada was ignored most of the time on the way to school.

III

"JAPAAAN!"

"Please let go of me."

A blonde mess of hair had pretty much ran up to the black haired boy and forcefully wrapped her arms around him. Japan however made no attempt to push her away but stopped walking.

"No!" The blonde pouted, resting her chin on Japan shoulder's. "How come you didn't return my calls yesterday? Your so mean, Japan!" The pout disappeared after a moment as the girl start laughing at herself, un-latching herself. "I'm kidding. I can never stay mad at you. Now tell me!"

Japan turned around so he could face his hyper friend. "I had another commitment to attend to." He then bowed his head slightly. "I am sorry, Sara."

Sara rolled her eyes, tugging on a strand of Japan's short black hair. "Whatever. That's fine. So how was your summer? I'm kinda disappointed to be back at school already. Felt like we just left junior year." Sara then stretched a little, adding a yam for effect. "Mmm... I could fall asleep in class if I wanted to."

Japan glanced at Sara briefly. "You don't want to start out the new school year on a bad note."

Sara considered this for a moment, then burst out laughing, causing a few other people to stare. "AHAHAHAHA! Do you remember you your talking to?"

"Yes. You are Sara, and I've known you since sixth grade in middle school. Your not an easy person to forget."

Sara crossed her arms and muttered to herself sourly, "Then why the hell does nobody remember me?"

Before anyone could respond, a familiar voice echoed around Sara and Japan.

"Hey, Hey, Romano! Look! I found Japan and Sara! Lets go talk to them!"

"Tch, I'm not talking to that violent bitch."

"Wah~ Fratello, don't be such a stick in the mud, come on and talk with me!"

"Hey! Italy! Stop it, you bastard!"

Soon enough, the hyperactive ball of pasta was giving Sara and Japan 'welcome back hugs'. "Sara! Japan! Its so good to see you both! Tell me, how was your summer? Did you get pasta and pizza? I sure did!"

Japan replied in his usual soft tone. "My summer was the same as its always been."

Sara grinned, hugging Italy back. "Mine was fun. I was rocking out half the time! Just ask America, he'll tell you!"

Romano approched them looking rather annoyed. "Italy,w hy do I have to be here?"

Italy said happily, "Because you'll miss the reunion!"

Romano eyed Sara coldly, while Sara in return snickered back. "Hey Romano~ How's life?"

The brunette scowled at her and said, "Your worse than Germany! Go to hell you tomato-killing witch!" With that he stomped away.

Italy stared back, his jaw dropping open. "Wah! Sara, he didn't mean it!"

Sara laughed a little, shaking her head. "Oh forget it, Italy. Romano doesn't like me, and I'm fine with that. Whats another person to add to the list?"

Italy seemed to accept this and smiled goofily back at her. "Okay! I was worried for a second there! Say, do you have any pasta on you...?" Italy trailed off as another person approched the group.

"ITAAAALY!" A young brunette girl with red highlights pounced on the back of Italy, trapping him in a hug. "I missed you!"

"Wha-? Who is this?" Italy asked, trying to look around. "France? Germany?"

Th brunette giggled, not letting go. "Claire!"

"Ohhh! Hi, Claire! You didn't have to sneak up on me like that." Italy said, managing to turn around and give Claire a hug- like he had done with Sara and Japan.

Claire giggled again, now standing next to Sara. Both girls looked comepletely different but in a way they had some similaries. Clare wore her uniform- A short sleeved white shirt and black skirt, with a navy blue tie- a little carelessly. The shirt looked rumpled, like it hadn't been washed in forever. And the skirt looked a little too small. The tie wasn't tied, since Claire didn't know how to tie one, so it hung around her neck loosely. Sara however, tried to make her uniform fit her style. She had rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and added a silver studded belt around her waist. She wore black fingerless gloves with a few details sewn into them on her hands. Lastly, a skill berrette clipped back her long blonde bangs. Sara was really skinny, so her shirt kinda hung around loosely while her skirt barely clung to her hips. Both girls' hair reached about to their shoulders, maybe a little past that. Claire had light brown hair with a few red highlights, and blue-gray eyes. Sara's hair was dirty blonde, a few of her bangs stuck out in different directions, half of them covered her blue-green eyes.

"How are you both doing? You both look so fine-" Italy started but was immediately punched in the gut bu non eother than Germany. Italy slumped over, not finished his sentence.

Germany didn't look too happy. As usual. "Didn't I say not to hit on our friends?"

"Gyaaah... Germany, your so mean sometimes!"

Claire frowned, her eyes widened a little as she tried to help Italy stand. "Germaaany! That was mean!"

Sara, however, flipped a bit of her hair over her shoulder and said in a happy tone, "Why thank you, italy! I know I'm goregeous. I could be a model!" She paused, her normal sarcastic tone coming back. "You don't go around punching Italy, Germany."

"He had it coming."

Italy muttered, "I can't help it if I like girls! They are just so pretty! You should see my combat record-"

Germany's response was another punch in the gut, and Claire trying to help Italy stay standing. Sara glared and hit Germany in the arm, while Japan just stared on.