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World Academy. The school where you need to either be rich, a genius, or even a country. That's right. This is a school where the personified countries attend classes every few decades to further their educations, and regular (Although how could you call the rich and highly intelligent regular, exactly?) people attend all the time. Only the countries boss' and teachers know about this, besides the countries themselves.

This school is just like any other private boarding school other than that. Drama, drugs, sex, grades, hormones; you name it, this school has it. Literally.

Italy's POV

"Ve~! I can't wait to get back to school!" I said, jumping up and down out of excitement.

"Shut up! That means we just have to be back with the potato bastard and that Spanish perv!" Lovino spat, glaring at our bags.

"I wish you wouldn't hate him so much! Plus, I thought that you liked Antonio!" I looked at my brother's face, which was turning red as he blushed.

"I wish you wouldn't worship the ground he walks on!" Lovino replied, shooting me a glare before staring at the ground, his blush not going away. "And I hate that pervert!"

I decided to stop before my brother's face began to look too tomato-like. We were in the airport, waiting for our flight to England, where our private school, World Academy, is located. We'd just finished summer break, and Lovino was obviously angry to go back. I honestly don't like school so much either, but I like being able to see people, and that makes it okay.

"Volo 122, a Londra, รจ ora d'imbarco," said a voice over the intercom. (Flight 122 to London is now boarding)

"That's our flight, ve~!" I said, running to the gate, which we hadn't been able to find until now.

"Damn! I hate school!" Lovino grumbled from behind me.

I got into the line, remembering to take out our tickets, and giving Lovino his. We were at the end of the line, and that seemed to upset my fratello even more. I heard him swear, but decided not to listen to it, and tuned him out. I wonder what everyone's been up to over the summer, I thought. Over the summer our bosses have us do work, so we really don't see each other much socially, only in work related settings.

The line didn't take long, and we got on in less than twenty minutes. Lovino and I sat halfway back in the crowded plane, with a baby screeching behind us. No one else sat beside us, so Lovino took the seat by the window, and I sat on the end seat, since Lovino put his bag in between us. "Fratello, why don't you like school?" I asked after the plane left the runway.

Lovino glared at me. "Because I hate everyone there. And the classes suck." The baby behind us gave a particularly loud cry, and Lovino looked back at it, whispering with venom, "I hate you so much!"

Lovino took out his I-Pod, inserting the ear buds and putting the volume up high. I sighed as I took out a magazine that I'd bought at the airport. It was a teen magazine with cute girls on the cover and fun quizzes and articles inside. The baby seemed to stop as soon as it noticed that Lovino couldn't hear it. About a quarter through, a movie came onto the little televisions above our seats, so I watched that until we got to London.

Canada's POV
"I just don't get why it has to be in England!" Alfred whined for the fiftieth time that day.

"Does it matter?" I asked quietly, hugging the backpack that I'd hidden Kumajiro in to my chest as I heard a muffled, Who?, from inside it. "Canada," I said softly, watching my brother have a hissy fit.

"It sooo matters Matty!" Alfred said, taking his seat on the plane. I sat next to him, putting Kumajiro on the seat next to me. "I'm the hero, I should have the school!"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't think it would be so important unless the English teachers didn't teach us correctly. And they teach us pretty well."

"American teachers would be waaay better at it!" Alfred just wouldn't give up.

"Just get used to it, Al. It is where it is, and the location won't change." I yawned, tired after the long ride I had to take to get to Alfred's airport, since he hadn't wanted to go alone, and he also didn't want to use Canadian airlines.

Alfred crossed his arms, pouting. "I still think it would be better in America," he grumbled.

He kept on like that for the next half hour, grumbling about how much better America was than England. The flight attendants came by every so often, asking if we wanted drinks or anything. I took water, and Alfred ordered a coke, his mood elevating at the thought of the caffeinated drink.

After one sip of his drink, Alfred started jumping up and down in his seat, talking about how excited he was about school. He never paid any attention, but he sure could talk. Alfred was really just glad that he didn't have to do any work, since he made me do all his homework. He talked to everyone in his class, which I know only because they would think that I was him and either beat me up or ask me to hang out with them.

"Will you actually do your work this year?" I asked.

"Of course Matty! Don't you worry, I'll have all my work done, and you won't have to do any of it!" Alfred said, grinning mischievously.

I sighed. "Who're you going to have do your work?"

Alfred looked shocked, but I knew he was just acting. "I'm offended that you'd think I would make someone to do my work!"

"Who're you paying then?"

Alfred sighed. "Fine, you got me. I am paying someone to do my work. But, I uh, don't know who yet."

"Just don't tell me anymore," I said, holding up my hand.

"Okay, Mattie! And I'll hope you don't end up telling anyone either, since you don't want to know anymore anyway," Alfred grinned again. I sighed.

Russia's POV

I was on the plane to London with my sisters, Natalia and Katyusha, and the three Baltics, Toris, Eduard and Raivis. I choose the seat farthest from Natalia, next to the window and Katyusha. Raivis was next to her, and the other three were behind us. I could hear Natalia threatening Toris, who was trying to talk to her. Katyusha was talking to Raivis, and Eduard was on his laptop. I looked out the window at the clouds that went past us.

About halfway through, Natalia had gotten out of her seat belt, and had made Toris switch places with her. "Brother . . . Brother, you should come sit with me . . ."

"Uh, n-no thank you, Natalia. I-I can't switch with anyone," I said quickly. "A-and Katyusha and Raivis don't want to switch either."

She didn't stop talking to me. "Brother dear . . . Brother dear, why won't you talk to me?" Natalia asked in that creepy way of hers.

"B-because . . ." I tried to think of an excuse. "Because I'm tired from the drive to the airport and I keep f-falling asleep."

Natalia grabbed my arm from in between the seats. "Brother dear, you slept the whole ride."

"N-no I didn't. I remember having been awake." I lied. Katyusha and Raivis looked over at me. I plead with my eyes for them to agree on how tired I was.

"Oh yes, Natalia, he was awake. You just didn't notice because you were trying to break Toris' arm." That wasn't a lie at least. He'd been trying to talk to her and she'd responded by trying to break his bones.

Natalia glared a bit, and then slunk back to her seat, forcefully moving Toris out of it. "Thank you," I mouthed to my elder sister.

"You're welcome, brother," she said before going back to her conversation with Raivis. I continued looking out the window.

A while after that, I could hear Eduard typing, whereas before he'd presumably been reading online. "What're you typing, Eduard?" I asked, looking back at him.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just emailing Finland." Eduard went back to his typing.

"S-so, uh, how was your day yesterday?" I heard Toris say, as Natalia tried to break his fingers.

"Horrid, since you were there," Natalia said with acid. Toris laughed, although he looked like he was in a lot of pain.

I looked out the window again, trying to block out everyone's conversations.

Prussia's POV

"Hey, West, do you know how awesome I'm gonna be at school?" I asked my brother as we got our things and headed off the plane.

Ludwig sighed. "For the last time, bruder, I don't care."

"Of course you care, West!" I said, winking at a cute flight attendant.

Ludwig just rolled his eyes. I went on anyway. "Oh, hey, I heard that Netherlands is actually gonna be able to smuggle in some, uh," I looked around for a minute, making it look like I cared whether anyone knew that drugs might make it into the school, "fun plants. And stuff."

"Why does he always try to get that stuff in there? And where's he gonna get it, now that he's out of his drug-legal country? It's not like he knows any dealers here in England," Ludwig said, exasperated.

"He tries 'cause drugs make the school experience oh-so-much better. I have no idea where he's gonna get it, but I'm pretty sure he knows the location of every drug-dealer on the earth," I said, laughing.

We made it to the bag pick-up, and started to look for our bags. Mine was awesome, all red with crown icons all over it. Ludwig's was boring, just plain green. I spotted mine immediately, but it took West a while to figure out which one his was.

"Hey, West, where's our ride? Do we have a limo or something?" I asked, squinting as I looked around for some sign with our names on it.

"The school was sending limos, and I don't know where ours is." Ludwig kept looking. I'd gotten bored so I checked out the girls around us.

After a few minutes, he spotted a guy holding up a sign saying 'Ludwig and Gilbert'. "Really original," I snorted as we headed to the guy.

"Follow me," The man said as he walked out the door and towards a black limo.

"We couldn't have gotten a stretch?" I asked quietly.

"It doesn't matter Gilbert."

"Psh, of course it does!"

Again, my brother rolled his eyes. The driver held a door open for us and we slid in. There was a mini fridge on one side, which I immediately went to. "Dammit! No booze," I said to myself as I searched the contents.

"It's a school we're going to, not a club. They wouldn't give us any alcohol!" Ludwig grabbed my shirt and pulled me back to my seat.

"Stupid school . . ." I grumbled as the limo started off for World Academy.

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