The International Academy of Talents

by TheNyanStar

Yes, this is a Hetalia Academy fic. Malaysia and Singapore are accepted into a school for the naturally gifted. They think it's going to be perfectly normal and annoying, like any other private school, but... well... they're wrong. Warnings: Summary is horrid, contains OCs, some pairings, AU, some genderbended nations, T because I'm weird like that

A/N: So, here's the prologue! I'm going to have so much fun writing this! I hope you like it too! I should probably mention, I have jumped on the Gakuen Hetalia bandwagon. Oh, and Emily and Nicole represent Malaysia and SIngapore, respectively. Oh, and Emily's older by 15 seconds!

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Someone was poking me. "Shtoop it!" I half-growled, half-slurred. "But sissy! Today we're going to England! For the Academy!" A voice called. I blinked open my eyes, still sleepy. It was my step-twin, Nicole. Oh, I'm Emily, or Yue, if you can speak Chinese. "Fine," I muttered, sliding off my bed. Nicole did a little happy dance. "Do we already have our uniforms?" I asked, eying the door. "Yup!" Nicole cheered, handing me a bag. I peered into it and saw a gray sweater, a maroon skirt, a white shirt, and a tie. I glared at the said clothing objects and stalked off to the bathroom. After changing, I walked out, only to find Nicole talking to Arthur, the son of our long-dead godfather. 'Oh, he's here,' I groaned mentally. He was my age, but had a favoritism complex. I mean, I'm supposed to pretend like I'm falling for him, but he spent all his time with Nicole.

I should probably explain. You see, my dear sickly father decided that I was going to stay with the idiot Brit weather I liked it or not, and also said I was supposed to be head-over-heels in love with him. I accepted, only 'cause I had no choice. Now it seems I'm acting like it to keep him away from Nicole. "Hey, Arthur!" I said with a fake smile, running over. "Oh, hello, Emily," He said half-heartedly. "So, when are we going?" Nicole asked, ignoring my death glares. "Oh, yeah, we have to go now," He muttered, looking to the door. He grabbed Nicole and I, then pulled us to the car. "Come on then, get in," He said, pointing to the car. I obliged rather grudgingly, while Nicole hopped in. Did I ever mention it seemed like life had a favoritism complex too?

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I tried to fit in some EnglandXMalaysia, because I know some people like it... I hate it though. Oh, and I suggest that you know some history before reading this!

-TNS