Divergence - Chapter 1

This story is a collaboration between me and someone-who-does-not-wish-to-reveal-her-pen-name-t o-me. we do chapters alternatively starting with hers first. enjoy :D~

A/N 29May: hiii. sorry for the late notice but if this is ur first time reading this, chapter 5 and after wouldn't make sense

1June: chapter 5 and 6 are up ((:

13June: ch.7!

18June: ch.8!

19June: ch.9's up and the story shall continue as normal - or normal in my context x:

Poland fiddled with stray strands of his blond hair. Detention was such a drag. It wasn't his fault that the dreary school had looked so dull and lacked lustre and the walls had practically been begging him for a makeover.

So Poland, being the courteous person he was, had voluntarily splashed buckets of various shades of pink across the walls behind the gymnasium. It was fun, although it would have been much more fun if Lithuania would have joined. Poland grinned as he remembered the pride that had swelled in his heart as he painted the pink unicorns and rabbits, and huge, gargantuan, fluffy, pink clouds.

Feeling bored, Poland flicked eraser dust off the table and watched as they flew off the table. Detention was a place for low lifers; Poland certainly wasn't one of them. Or that's what he told himself.

"You're going to apologize for wrecking havoc among your friends," Norway hissed at a petulant Iceland.

Iceland had offhandedly thrown a wayward insult at his Italian classmate, whose dimwits and air headedness only thinned Iceland's diminishing patience.

He had started a fight with the timid Italian down the corridor; Iceland had spat venomous insults as his temper had finally snapped when the Italian had asked him an extremely insensitive question regarding his hair.

Upon hearing all the noise, Norway had decided to nose his way into the fight. And to his horror, his dear little brother was the cause of all the chaos. Feeling embarrassed of his brother's hotheadedness, he decided to rear his ugly head and started a whole new commotion over the image of their family name and whatnot.

Of course the teachers had thrown both brothers into the detention class for creating a din that disrupted other ongoing classes. Norway was fuming and Iceland was pissed.

"…" Sweden sat wordlessly as he watched the two brothers give each other the cold shoulder. Denmark and Finland had both been extremely concerned about the two, but since Denmark was busy with Chemistry class and Finland with Literature, they had both sent Sweden to watch over the two squabbling boys.

Naturally Sweden wouldn't be allowed for detention class as no one had tossed his name into the list, but with a gaze that icy, teachers could always make exceptions.

And what's detention without the usual gang of four? Except this time France was sick in bed. Spain, Prussia and Austria were at it again. Who would have thought that straight-A and musical genius Austria would get into detention often? No one of course. Unless you threw Prussia into the equation, then that was a completely different matter.

"So Prissy Boy, what's your new tactic of escaping detention today?" chortled Prussia. He was enjoying this, certainly he was.

"Oh shut up, you… you moron." Austria sniffed.

"Moron? Is that the worst you can come up with? Heh! You ought to get a dictionary for insulting and cuss words! You're lacking the talent there, chummy."

"Haha! Chummy! What's that? ( xD ) " Spain laughed. Spain wasn't much of a troublemaker, but friends had to stick together and well, they go to detention together too.

Too bad France isn't here today, Spain thought dismally. France, with his perverse senses, would have made the argument more intriguing.

Poland sulked quietly in the corner for a while as he watched everyone else enjoy their time in detention. Why couldn't Liet by here too? Poland pouted.

As the room filled with buzzing conversations and laughter, Poland frowned. Really. How was this detention when it didn't feel as if they were being punished? Maybe he should make a run for it; after all, he needed to restock on pink paint.

Just then, the doors to the detention room were flung open by Japan. He looked elated and had an air of great accomplishment as he strode into the room.

"Prussia! I've done it! I've created the greatest device in the history of mankind!" Japan smiled innocently.

Poland noticed Japan holding something in his hands. Removing the purple silk cloth that covered the object with a flourish, Japan revealed a small mahogany box, polished to perfect shine.

"A box?" Prussia asked incredulously, obviously he had been expecting something grander.

"No, no. Don't be silly!" Japan laughed, "It's inside the box!"

Suddenly the whole room became stock still silent as Japan proceeded to open the box.

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