Full summary: Lovino is invited to an obscure school called World Academy. He almost doesn't go until he learns he can meet certain individuals if he does. Lovino goes, but is dragged into an entirely different world of demons 'super humans.' Lovino doesn't think he'll be able to stand this school. Especially since he doesn't get to choose his partner an ends up with an obnoxious, albino bastard that only thinks of himself.

This is a Soul Eater x Hetalia esque story though the main thing that I'm taking from the former is the academy and the Weapon and Meister relationship. Lots of things are different from the original materials and only Hetalia characters will be present here.

World Academy, a bright sparkling building with several floors and outstanding architecture. It rests on the crest of a hill, overlooking a magnificent ocean, with a view that could take anyone's breath away. This would seem like the perfect school, beautiful, prestigious, and having, seemingly, little rules (there were students roaming everywhere) if it weren't for the fact that there were so many goddamn stairs!

Lovino was fucking pissed. A week ago, he had been invited to attend this 'prestigious' high school. The letter was very vague only telling him the basics: it was located out of state, he would have to stay on campus, and that everything would be provided for him.

This made the brunette suspicious. The school had little overall information about it, in the letter or online, and Lovino hated not knowing.

Lovino, initially, was going to decline the offer. A mysterious private school, located in the middle of fucking nowhere was not something he wanted to be a part of. He'd wind up missing or some shit.

Lovino had been about to trash the papers, not willing to accept the possibility, when his mother interrupted.

"Hmm."

Lovino scowled. He hated hearing that.

"What do you have there, Vino?"

Lovino contemplated throwing the papers in the trash and flicking her off, but reasoned that he had things to do that weekend and I didn't want to deal her bitching.

"Just a stupid brochure from World Academy."

His mother's eyes lit up, instantly making Lovino's stomach clench.

This couldn't be good.

"You should go, Vino!" his mother had smiled. To other people it looked like a simple sweet smile, but Lovino could see the malice behind it.

He hated that smile. And even more, he hated it here.

"It would be a great change of pace, a chance at something new and exciting!" His mother had continued.

Translation: This would be a good chance to get rid of you.

"Why the hell would I?" Lovino waved the papers around. "It's just some stupid school in the middle of nowhere!"

"Well," his mother tapped her chin. "You would get to see your brother again, for one."

Lovino frowned, anger welling up inside him.

"What?"

"Your brother," his mother batted her eyes. "You want to see him right? I remember when you were younger you would cry and cry, saying you wanted to see your little brother again."

Seven years ago Lovino's father left along with his little brother. His parents divorced after a trip to the doctor in which his father learned Lovino wasn't actually his child.

Messing things up even as a child. Lovino shook his head.

At first, Lovino was appalled at the idea that he wanted to see either of them again. The stupid bastard of a father who left him and his dumb, whinny brother. Why would he want to see either of them again?

And yet, he eventually agreed to go to the stupid school. He tried to tell himself that it was because he was curious about the 'exceptional' curriculum and not because of any familial reasons.

So a week later, despite school already being 3 weeks in session, he unenrolled and sent his application to the academy. He had to pack some bags and send them through the mail, but he carried one so he wouldn't have to rely on the postal service.

He took a train ride from his hometown in North Carolina to California. It was a 7 hour ride, enough for him to take a nap. The ride was peaceful, no annoying children running through the aisle and the service was alright. The taxi man who drove him to the entrance was annoying though. He wouldn't stop fucking talking.

But he was fine with all of this, anything to get away from home.

But there were so many goddamn stairs! Looking up, he could see the massive building towering over him with it's three statues. There seemed to be a hundred stairs and he was not about to carry his luggage up several flights of stairs.

And yet, he really didn't want to turn around, go home and explain to his mother that he came home because World Academy had too many stairs.

So, with the least amount of gusto, Lovino sighed grabbed his bags and began his long trek.

20 minutes later and l flight of stairs cleared, Lovino sat heavily on his suitcase, cursing the school. He looked to see he still had a good bit to go, maybe 20 more flights.

"This school needs a damn elevator," he muttered. He could feel his patients wearing thin as he stood once more. As he was reaching the top of the second flight, he missed a step and in an effort to not fall and bust his ass he pulled on his bag which was on the step behind him. This just reversed his fall and as Lovino fell backwards he let out a high pitched scream.

Before he could fall, however, something big and burly halted his fall.

Lovino whipped his head around and seeing that it was a strangely muscular teen that had caught him, Lovino immediately exploded.

"What the fuck!" Lovino jumped out of the teens arms and turned to face him. All Lovino could see through his cloudy, red view was a pair of startled blue eyes. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Helping you?" The teen also had blond hair and combined with his accent immediately gave away his ethnicity as German.

"No!" Lovino could feel his anger rising. "You aren't! Why the fuck are there so many stairs at this goddamn school! Do they want their students passing out from exhaustion every time they climb the stairs!? No, I guess they didn't think of that. I mean, what idiot would have a school built in the middle of nowhere?!"

The blue eyed teen's eyes grew wider and wider as Lovino continued his rant. He just stood there, clearly at a lost at what to do. He even seemed… surprised, as if he hadn't expected Lovino to snap at him.

Lovino eventually finished his rant, breathing heavily. He took a few deep breaths and straightened. The teens standing around him were giving him strange looks.

Lovino snatched his bag, which the blond had been holding and turned around, intent on getting out of sight as quickly as he could. Before he could someone grabbed his sleeve.

Lovino saw that it was the blond once again, but this time he wore a look of understanding.

"What the f-"

"You are Lovino, correct?" the blond asked.

"Yes," Lovino replied in almost a growl. He tugged on his sleeve, which the blond released. "How do you know my name, potato bastard?"

"You're…" the blond had a disbelieving look on his face that made Lovino want to his the bastard in his face. "Feliciano's brother?"

This made Lovino stop in his tracks. He turned to fully face the muscular blond, actually taking in his appearance.

His blond hair was combed back impeccably, not a single hair out of place, a clear contrast to Lovino and his dark hair and obnoxious cowlick that he could never comb down. The uniform was a pair of plain khakis and a vest, which made Lovino internally cringe at the thought of wearing it. His shoes were a more acceptable pair of black boots.

"Feli's here?" Lovino didn't mean for his voice to come out like that, weak and helpless, but he couldn't stop the rush of emotions. He subconsciously didn't count on finding his brother here, after all, he didn't know where his father and Feli had moved to. In an attempt to save himself, he immediately continued with, "Take me to him. Now."

The blond narrowed his eyes and when he walked past Lovino, the brunette resisted the urge to flinch, but a small squeak escaped.

"Follow me," the blond then proceeded to grab Lovino's bag, throw it over his shoulder like it was made of feathers, and climb the steps of the academy.

Lovino was about to yell at the blond to put down his suitcase, but he had already cleared a third of the distance to the top.

Lovino took a deep breath, resisting the urge to turn around and leave all this bullshit behind. He came here to see-... to check out the school's program. He didn't come here to deal with this stupid shit. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't turn down the chance to see them again.

As children Lovino didn't care for Feliciano much. He was just a loud, obnoxious kid who clung to Lovino too much. Feliciano was a year younger than Lovino, but he had already shown a great aptitude for art. Lovino had to admit that he had been jealous of Feli's art and tried to sabotage his paintings more than a couple of times. Most times he wasn't discovered by his parents, but Feli always knew.

And yet Feliciano never was angry with him. He'd smile at him, sometimes sadly if the painting he had ruined was one he was happy with, and give Lovino a tight hug, telling him 'It's okay, fratello.'

And when they were first separated, Lovino had been angry. His mother slowly fell off her rocker, becoming the bitch she is today; his bastard father had abandoned him; and his brother, his little, annoying, obnoxious, idiotic brother had left him to deal with the madness that was life with their mother.

Lovino had been so upset. He became a lot more irritable and snarky and the fights with his mother left him tired and alone. He had no one, no family to confide in that he knew of and no friends that actually cared about him.

When he heard that Feli and his Papà was here, he knew he had to go.

Lovino had made up his mind. He refused, to stay at home any longer. He needed a break and if going to some crazy school was going to give him a break, then he would take it.