Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia etc. Also, America's boss isn't intended to be any American president in particular, and it's not intended to cause any offence either.

Principal Mary Harvey looked down at the list in front of her and frowned. She blinked and read it again. Her frown deepened. She had seen some strange things in her time, but this took the biscuit, the jar, and the cup of tea. Of course, in the grander scheme of things the 'surprise' in question would take very little, but Mary Harvey was not a grand person. 26 new students at least, almost all of them foreign, all of them arriving at the same time – that was her definition of strange. It was weird, that's what it was. Downright weird.

"Andrew!" she called. Her secretary popped up, a small ferrety man. He had the astonishing ability to make her want to take a bath every time she saw him; the man was practically swimming in sweat.

"Y-yes, M-Ms Harvey?"

"Oh for God's sake, Andrew, try and pronounce a sentence without stuttering, please."

"S...I mean sorry, Ms H-Harvey."

Ms Harvey sighed. Sometimes she just didn't know why she bothered.

"Are you sure this is real? And not last year's leavers' prank? They never were a particularly bright bunch. I'm reliably informed that half of them are currently very privileged to be working as cashiers in their nearest supermarket."

"N-no, Ms Harvey. I-I believe that this-that this is real."

"I thought as much," Ms Harvey replied mournfully. It wasn't that she was particularly upset that this current influx of foreigners had chosen this school as where they would continue their education. She just didn't see why she had to be the one to deal with them.

America's boss looked around at the confused nations in front of him and grinned.

"Well," he said, "You might all be wondering why I brought you all here, am I right?"

Affirmative nods rippled around the room, and small whispers broke out amongst the ranks.

"Well! It has come to our attention that your general populations have – ahem – moved on, while you lot had sort of stayed the same, huh?"

"Do you have to finish every sentence with a question?" England asked, "Only it makes you sound extraordinarily stupid."

"Sure thing dude! Well, we've thought of a way to fix that; we're sending you guys back to school!"

A room full of stunned silence was not the reaction he had expected.

"Uhh," America began, "This sounds great and all, but dude...none of us have actually been to school before..."

"Come on, it'll be fun! There's no need to be so gloomy about the whole thing, it's only a year or so!"

Several stunned faces turned to look at him.

"And none of us look like we could be in school anyway," France added.

"I do!" A small voice chirped.

"Hang on! What the bloody hell is Sealand doing here?"

"Woah, England, cool it dude!" America's boss grinned, "He's here because...uh, I think it would do him good to see how people his age actually interact and hopefully it'll make him more mature."

England folded his arms and glared.

"Anyway, about the age thing. I have spoken to England, and he tells me that he knows a spell or something that will make you all look younger. Some of you are borderline able to attend a normal school, but your age will be reduced too in order to prevent...friction between countries who until previously were different ages. You'll still be, like, yourselves though, and it'll also take away any extra attributes you may have, such as strength or magic. There should be a folder with your human identities in front of you."

America's boss looked down at the one in front of him; America's. They were ominously thick, and full of information that might be necessary to blend in amongst a younger population.

Human Name: Alfred F. Jones

Human Age: 16

Family: One parent – Steve Jones – living in New York, America. One brother – Matthew Williams (Canada) 16 also – living in Canada. Mother – Maria Williams – lives in Canada with 'Matthew'.

Background information: You grew up in New York, America, with your father. Your parents divorced a year after your birth; you lived with your father while your brother went to live with your mother in Canada. You have not moved in this time, and the only family you are in contact with are those previously mentioned – if a teacher needs to speak to your parents they will be able to phone people who are qualified to pretend to be Steve Jones and Maria Williams, but face-to-face meetings are out of the question. You will board at the school for the duration of this operation. Under no circumstances will you speak of your history as a country except in the context of a history lesson or similar. The only history you will speak of is your human history, a more detailed version of which can be found later on in this package. Under no circumstances are you to declare yourself a hero, or to utilise any strength that you may retain after the effects of the transformation. Do not contradict yourself.

"Hey!" Romano yelled, "If this takes away magic then England can't turn us back, right? What'll happen then?"

"The spell has been specifically designed to last for only a short amount of time," England reassured him in a bored voice, "Nothing can possibly go wrong."

"Forgive me, mon ami, if I do not share your enthusiasm," France sniffed. Minor scuffles broke out in random places at the table, and America's boss began to wonder whether or not this was a good idea.

"Hey! People, listen up! You'll have free reign as your human identities; whatever clubs you want to join, subjects you want to take, friends you want to make, you can. But you mustn't go against anything written in the folders you've been given, and you must not do anything to compromise the mission. The school is on neutral ground; it is a very well-respected educational institution. It is co-educational, and you will board there. I don't know much else about it, and I can't tell you where it is. This is non-negotiable. Any questions?"

Every hand in the room shot up.

"Right. Well, let's get started then!"

Translations:

Mon ami; My Friend

Ah, exposition. This should be the last of it and it is necessary, I'm afraid. This school won't be a normal American High School; I don't know enough about them for that. It'll just be kind of random and I'll change rules randomly every so often to facilitate stuff I want to do.