Author's Note: Okay, this is a fic about the APH characters in high school, there are OCs and gender bends, and lots of random crack, including a crack pairing or two (or three if I feel like it).

~Time for Chapter One!~

"What's the big deal Al? It's just another one of those games of that sport that you ripped off of Rugby and named after football!" Australia inquired to her older brother, America, who was leaning on the wall of lockers and watching her gather her books together. America sighed, his sister just didn't understand, did she?

"Alice, listen to me, everyone, underline everyone, is going to be there. And I know that Heracles wants to go. You two can go to the dance afterwards." He added, trying to convince his little sister to go to the Homecoming Football game, he really wanted her to see him play, she'd found an excuse to skip every one of his games so far.

"Fine, I'll talk to Heracles about it, but if he says he doesn't want to go, then I'm not going."

"Thanks sis! Let's go find everyone!" Australia followed after her brother, it was the end of the school day, and people were running out of the school and into the downpour outside. The rain was falling so heavily that you could barely see the buses that were waiting not 10 meters from the entrance. Australia quickened her pace, wanting to find her siblings quickly and get home.

"Al, can you walk a bit faster! We need to get home!" A blond head rounded the corner, Australia saw the head clearly, but America simply saw through the boy to the person behind him.

"MATT!" Australia called over the crowds separating her from Canada, "COME ON! DAD'LL BE MAD IF WE MISS THE BUS!"

"Matt? Where? You found him?" America asked, confused and looking around.

"I'm right here Alfred." Canada announced quietly to America, who had forgotten about Canada and had begun looking for Hong Kong.

All of the siblings were loaded onto bus number 5; there were three other students on the bus besides them. Canada, America, Australia, New Zealand, India, and Hong Kong were all living under the same roof, under the care of England. Although they were independent from him, and had their own houses, they found it suited them better to just live at his house and attend the private high school fifteen minutes away. You see, although they could fit in just fine in the adult world, none of them wanted to do that.

"Alice! Stop that!" New Zealand exclaimed, holding her sisters' head still, for Australia had been banging her head due to the large purple headphones surrounding her ears, and her long straight brown hair had been whacking New Zealand in the face.

"Oh, sorry Ella." Australia turned off her music and instead stared at the three normal people on the bus. Their school was not entirely composed of countries. Eighty percent of the school was made up of normal humans, and only twenty percent of countries. What this meant for them was, instead of discussing their own histories and how they had dealt with problems, they studied from textbooks. And instead of talking about different countries as people and asking them what really happened, they discussed countries as land masses to be used by humans to their advantage and what the books said happened.

Hong Kong sighed and put an arm around Australia's shoulder. Some people might think this weird, but Hong Kong knew that Australia wasn't blood-related to him, so he was fine with it. She, on the other hand, was bothered by this and smacked his hand to make him back down.

Canada wondered why they rode a normal school bus, they could all drive, and all owned their own car, why didn't they just drive home? Oh well, this was better for the environment, which made up for the uncomfortable bus rides.

America looked at the black flats that Australia was wearing; they were gently tapping the floor to the beat of a song that no one could hear. Her legs were crossed and her uniform skirt was too far up. He pointed this out to her, and she glared at him as she fixed it hurriedly. He had to admit, it was amusing to bother Australia like this. Simply point out something about her uniform or her conduct that went against their strict school policies and she would flip. For example, last week, Australia and Greece had been walking to their Algebra II class together and were holding hands. America had passed them on his way to Chemistry, and whispered in her ear: 'PDA, personal displays of affection is strictly prohibited in this school.' Australia had dropped Greece's' hand like it was acid and had begun fretting over whether a teacher saw them or not.

Australia gazed out the icy window. She wanted to start wearing her winter uniform soon, and she knew that New Zealand and India were sick of their short skirts that were the school uniform. She wanted permission to wear stockings underneath her skirt. The winter uniform skirts reached the knees, which was about five inches longer than the summer/spring/fall ones. The winter shirts were long sleeved and white, with a black and yellow sweater vest to match the black and yellow plaid skirts.

New Zealand glanced at her sister, how did the two of them end up so different? They grew up together, and somehow they were total opposites. Australia had the long straight hair; New Zealand had short, curly brown hair. Australia's eyes were dark green, and New Zealand's were light blue. But forget genetics for a moment and look at personalities. Australia was adventurous, brave, bold, not to mention extremely friendly and likeable, popular, and beautiful. New Zealand was shy, timid, very friendly, likeable, not so popular, and pretty in a cute sort of way. Australia loved heavy metal, and rock, while New Zealand loved oldies, and classic rock.

The bus finally stopped outside of a large manor house. Australia, New Zealand, India, America, Canada, and Hong Kong got off of the bus and were greeted by a short blond boy formally known as Sealand. Sealand was their little brother; he went to the local middle school, since he just couldn't pass in the human world as an adult, or even a high-schooler.

"Hey Peter."

The siblings walked into the house, and within a time range of two minutes, they had spread out throughout the house and become absorbed in their homework. New Zealand was sitting in the family room, with a book in front of her and a notebook on her lap, writing notes furiously. India was sitting quietly in the dining room, silently working on her Geometry. Canada was feeding Kumajirou with one hand and illustrating atomic bonds with the other. Hong Kong was putting together fireworks under the excuse 'I'm working on Chemistry. See? I'm using different elements." America was pigging out in the kitchen while reading Shakespeare's Hamlet for English class. Australia was lying on her bed, with rock music blaring from her speaker system; translating Greek texts into English.

"Hello?"

"Hey Heracles, it's Alice." Australia was on the phone with Greece, meaning to ask him about one of her translations.

"What's up Alice? Wait, before you say anything else, do you want to go to the Homecoming game and dance with me?"

"Sure Heracles. Okay, so 'Αγαπούσε την βαθιά, και δεν υπάρχουν λόγια θα μπορούσε να εκφράσει την αισθήματα.' Translates to 'He loved her deeply, and no words could express his feelings.' Correct? Cause I'm not sure about that one."

"ότι το δικαίωμα μου αγάπη. I don't doubt you understood that?"

"Of course I understood you Heracles, I gotta go, Al's being loud and obnoxious as usual and he's ruining my concentration."

"I trust that if he pisses you off too badly I'll hear you yelling from the other side of town?"

"Probably. Okay, bye."

"Bye, see you tomorrow!"

Australia hung up and headed downstairs to yell at America for disturbing the peace.

Translations:

Australia translated the first one for you.

ότι το δικαίωμα μου αγάπη – That's correct my love.