Of course I don't own Hetalia, the anime and the hot guys have all their credit given back to their frickin awesome owner! And I'd like to give thanks to my bf Shannon (who's username is Moon made of Ink) She made me look over fanfictions and made me see that it's way more complex than just writing sentences!

No one's P.O.V.

10 children stood on one side of the forest's path, 10 children on the other side. All stared blankly at the person in front of them. All mouths were closed, no one spoke, or it would have broken the awkward silence. One by one though, the children on the left side walked away, back to their school. Same with the other side, until only two children from either academy remained. They had their heads bowed, they looked about the same age, same height and weight, they didn't know each other, but it felt as if they had lived with them their entire lives.

The child on the left side started to cry, his shoulders shuddered and his knees collapsed. He put his head in his hands and bawled. The other boys at his school loathed the students from the other school so much; they made posters of anti-bullying with them beating the other side up. Yet he had dated a girl from the other side, she was the sweetest thing, Pink hair, amazing strength, and a name that flowed through the wind in the spring, Sakura. But she confessed that she loved another man, she said that she was tired of protecting him, the man she loved had enough power to defend himself and her. With that, she left him to tend to his broken glass heart and to pick up his own tears. The other kid whispered an apology and left to follow his friends' path, his black cape flowing in the breeze.

Time Skip. Italy's P.O.V.

Italy couldn't stop thinking about the kid. He had a black cloak on, with red clouds scattered all over, an orange mask covered his face with a single black hole for view. He had spiked black hair, and that was basically all he could remember. He thought of what class was like over at their school, and what if the kid was thinking the same thing. What did the kid look like without his mask? Most importantly, what was for lunch?

He clicked back to his desk and found he had doodled all over his journal, it had the kids mask on it, pasta (no surprise there though), and the red cloud that was on all ten kids cloaks, and both schools mascots on the same path, doing exactly what all the kids were. Staring blankly in front of each other. The Wolf and the Raven, they fit the mood of the scene, after all, that was the mood Italy felt when he was there. A ruler smacked his desk and Italy lunged back in his chair, tipping it over and falling onto the ground, receiving an entire roar of laughter from his class. Italy's entire face turned red and he looked ashamed, he climbed back into his chair, staring at his lap. As his teacher walked back to the chalkboard and continued discussing math, Italy tried to listen but his mind kept turning back to think about the mysterious kid. So he just pretended to watch, and kept his mind on the 10 kids on the other side of the path.

Romano's POV

Romano was in Math with Italy, he was also one of the kids who pointed and laughed at the unfortunate misfit. On the path, he was in front of a silver haired, violet eyed retard with a copy-cat design like the other nine kids there. He thought about the kid for only a couple of seconds because the teacher kept asking him the questions since he was sitting near the back. He confronted the teacher about it on the sixth question she asked him.

"Amori-sensei, you've been asking me all the questions when, I don't know if you've noticed, but there are other students that could really use this." He stared at Italy from the corner of his eye; he had gone back to doodling.

"I'm sorry Romano, you are very right. Thank you for telling me, I didn't notice until now but now that you told me I can see why!" She asked someone else the question and Romano scribbled down something on a sticky note, crumpled it up, and threw it at Italy. He picked it up and read the note, his mouth fell open and he scribbled the reply underneath it. He passed it back to Romano:

'I saw what you were drawing, you gay for that guy or something?'

'No nii-chan, I'm just confused about this whole rivalry thing!'

Romano smirked, he loved feeding off Italy, he was so weak, so… Well that explains everything. Romano had always wondered why he was the southern part, it didn't seem fair. He should be the top; he could defend off countries better than Italy could! So who decided he was the southern part in the first place?

China was in Language arts class, he was taking notes on onomatopoeia when he started thinking about the kid in front of him. He remembered he had blonde hair over one eye and a bored expression on his face. He had a large ponytail and a cloak to match the other children's; it was hard to tell if it was a boy or a girl. He remembered he got a glance of some of the other children, a few were a bit odd looking, but he didn't glance at them long enough to place what was off about them. He heard the teacher talking and shot his gaze back up, he saw her right a sentence that used a form of onomatopoeia, and he jotted it down.

'The car came to a screeching halt, creee!' The teacher asked if anyone had another example of onomatopoeia, China raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"How about 'the metal swords clashed with a'" He acted like he was holding a sword and thrust it forward "Clang!" a couple of students chuckled.

"Yes that would be one, anyone else?"

China stopped listening and doodled the child's face in his journal; he looked like he had guy liner on, or just thick eyelashes. He gave him a happy expression instead of the one he wore on the path, even though China was supposed to hate everyone from that school, he felt like they could've gotten along. After all, it seemed like they'd both gone through some gender misidentification problems. If that was true, he'd find out more about this kid. Even if it meant disguising to go into the other school, or just snooping around. But for now, he needed to get past LA.

Germany was practically falling asleep in Social Studies, they were learning about Africa, and it was real tiresome since the only person he could ask for help would be Egypt, but Egypt was silent and never tried to make friends. So Germany had to figure it out on his own, even if it killed him. He spaced out and started thinking about the kid that was in front of him on the path, he had orange spiked hair and plenty of piercings on his face. He had a black cloak to match the others, and he had weird eyes, they were kind of like a ripple effect. He heard his teacher keep calling on him, so he picked his head up and asked his teacher to repeat the question.

"I said, when did Ghana become independent?"

"Uh… 1957?"

"Yes that's correct, now class-" Germany laid his head back down, he started to think about things besides Ghara, or whatever it was. He thought about his summer in Germany, his father had let him try beer for the first time. It was real bitter and in the morning, he had a headache. His brother teased that he must've been a German imposter because he didn't like beer. Prussia was one to talk though, he had gotten drunk from an entire mug his dad gave him, he pantsed three men and slapped five women's asses, and when he woke up, he ran to the bathroom and puked in the toilet.

He had screamed that he was never going to drink that crap again. Germany remembered when he and Prussia went to a water park in Berlin, Prussia kept doing tricks off the high dive and got in trouble with the life guard. He just replied 'You just don't want the awesome me to expose my talent to such low level commoners!' His father grounded him for an entire day, leaving Germany to go to an art museum. Prussia said he'd turn Austrian if he kept going to museums like that. Germany was completely in the clouds now; no one could honestly bring him back.

Poland was in Art Class. He was thinking about the girl that had been in front of him, she had gorgeous blue hair tied in a bun, with an origami rose for an accessory. She had a silver piercing on her chin, and blue eye shadow. She had a matching cloak next to the others; she was the only girl in her posse. Poland drew himself and the girl on a cliff, kissing, when the boy next to him (Lithuania) gasped in horror.

"Poland, I thought you loved me!" He drew back.

"What? Uh… No Lithie, I love you too, it's just like… Uh…" He tried to find an explanation or even just make one up, but this was basically impossible.

"Poland, I never thought you would do this to me! I thought we had something special!" The brunette started to get teary eyed

"No, Lithie, this is me in like Anime Land or something! I just drew this because I was all bored and stuff!"

"Oh, yeah, except you spent half the art class drawing it!" a tear rolled down his cheek.

"No, don't cry! I'm really sorry, I won't do it again! I could change it to be you if you want!" The teacher stood up from his desk.

"I think you two need to sort this out with a counselor. Please go to room 207."

Lithuania stood up and ran out of the room, Poland did the same. His heart heavy and confused. He imagined it like it was dripping ink from the tip. Poland and Lithuania soon found the counselors office, a sign hung from the handle that said 'Do Not Disturb' so the blonde just leaned against the wall and slid down. The brunette moved all the way to the other side of the hall and sat down against a locker, he had his head lowered so Poland could only see his mouth. Poland felt terrible, he felt like everyone was ashamed at him. His lower lip trembled; he shut his eyes and held back his tears. He laid his head on his knees and covered his vision with his arms, and he silently cried into them.

Russia was in Language Arts also, not paying attention to anything the teacher said, but following the teacher's body. He didn't write down any notes, just stared at the teachers figure, thinking of how doomsday would look if he would be the last survivor. He'd win the heart of Ukraine, Lithuania would kill Poland and give Russia his infinite devotion. Latvia would grow a foot, and Estonia would be livelier. He pictured all his teachers dead at his feet, but most importantly, the principal had his body nailed to a beam, with a steel pipe sticking out of his neck, blood dripping down the spout. And Soviet Russia would rise again, this time invading all spaces on the globe.

He remembered where he was and groaned in his mind, such a beautiful world, lost in his imagination. Reality has that kind of grip on people, unluckily. So he decided to listen to Ms. Aoi for once, but immediately got bored. He remembered the kid he saw on the path, he had blue hair completely brushed up, black soulless eyes, and really sharp teeth. Oh, yeah he also had blue skin… odd… He remembered a saying that he thought was hilarious

'God must love retards, he makes so many of them'. He thought what it might be like to go through your life with blue skin. But maybe the kid was just auditioning for a spot in 'Blue Men' or maybe he was trying to be a smurf. Either way, he was weird. And Russia hated him.

He was an 'other sider' after all. Why should he like him? His teacher wrote another sentence on the board 'The metal swords clashed with a clang!' Who would come up with a sentence like that? The teacher wrote another one on the board 'The gun shot sounded through the air with a bang!' Better… Much… He thought of a good sentence 'The blood ran down the victims' nose and dripped onto the wooden floor boards with a steady beat. Plit plit plit plit' He realized he said it out loud, the teacher responded,

"A little descriptive, but okay!" She turned and wrote it down on the chalkboard, Russia stared at her with an evil intent. He felt like a fire was burning inside his body, wisps traveled around his fingers and burned in his muscles. Starting in his heart and traveling outward, such a big fire had been created. All of his emotions were sent into the fire, it fed off anger, and it fed off itself.

Austria was in band class, he played the violin. He wanted to play the piano but that was the teachers' job, so he settled for the violin. It still was in a lot of masterpieces, and was favored by many artists. He could already play 12 different songs by Beethoven and Bock; his classmates weren't surprised, but impressed. No one honestly got them interested into mastering this kind of music until Austria came along.

A few of the kids were catching up to him, but not by much, even his teacher was impressed. Mr. Tsubaki told the class that he was thinking of moving Austria to Advanced Band, but some of the kids begged the teacher to let him stay. Mr. Tsubaki was going over a rise and fall in tempo, Austria had already learned this so he was just spacing. The kid he was in front of had green eyes with the white part of his eyes were dyed red; he kept his face hidden by a mask and was extremely tall. The boy had a glare in his eyes last he remembered. Austria felt a little scared of the kid when he was on the path. When the kid walked away, he thought he could make out the kid smiling through his mask. Like he cherished seeing him, either that or it was a smirk. Either way, Austria still hated the school.

The music teacher tapped his pointer on the ridge of the piano and Austria snapped to attention, he told everyone to start from the top. Austria glanced at the music sheet of the person sitting next to him; the title said 'Ode to Joy' When Mr. Tsubaki gave the signal, the class started off. But one person was screwing the entire band class up; Mr. Tsubaki announced everyone to stop and heard one lone violin doing his part in Ode to Joy. Austria looked up and blushed uncontrollably. The class laughed, and Austria raised his hand.

"Austria" Mr. Tsubaki called on him

"Which song are we playing sir?"

"We're playing 'The Blue Danube' By Johann Strauss"

"Right" He said, and flipped to the appropriate sheets

They started off again, and they finally sounded good. Austria still had a bit of the blush on his cheeks; he was embarrassed since he'd never done that before. The kid had distracted him from his work; he felt as if the kid had touched him somehow, told him that their schools weren't so different. Austria played on with a warm heart; he put emotion into his music. He felt the piece, put his mind and heart into his performance. Played every piece as if that were his last he'd be able to play.

Belarus was in cooking, drawing plenty of pictures with her and Russia. When the time came, she walked over to her cooking station and baked Pirozhki when she was supposed to bake Apple Pie. She took an icing tube and squeezed blue icing onto the top, writing out Russia in curlicue letters. She nuzzled the plate and hissed at people if they walked by, they glared at her or raised their eyebrows in confusion. They understood she had an obsession, but this took it to new levels, she was now crazily obsessed with Russia.

That was just another example to her bad reputation, she had done so much to humiliate herself that her only friend was Ukraine, but Ukraine had popular friends of her own, so they didn't want her hanging around the blonde creep. She stood in front of a kid with his hair dyed green, he had a tan line down the middle of his face, his entire left side was slightly darker than his pale right side. And he must have misshapen shoulder blades, because they were sticking up in the middle. He had yellow eyes and his left side smiled crazily, revealing sharp teeth. Belarus wasn't thinking about the kid, she was too submersed in worshipping her mini-Russia.

Japan was also in cooking, he had walked past Belarus and his tummy started to hurt. She had blue icing, he remembered the party America had, everything there was blue. The food, games, party favors, even America was dressed in blue. He got tired of that color and remembered the party whenever he saw blue food. He gulped and held his abdomen; he leaned against a nearby table. He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead; it was covered in hot sweat. A few students asked if he was okay, he shook his head.

"Sensei, Nihon isn't feeling well"

"I'd say, you're as white as a sheet, you can go see the nurse"

Japan nodded and walked out the door. Seeing blue food never made him this nauseous, his vision swirled, it waved and shook. He felt like a hollow chocolate bunny, his chest was hurting and his breathing was rapid. His ankles felt like they were struggling to support his weight. His head felt air go through it and his head hit the ground with a smack that traveled through his entire skull. He blacked out just before seeing a classmate run up to him, he couldn't make out the person, he just saw the figure materialize in the side of his vision.

Japans' Dream (Please read while playing 'You're Gonna Go Far Kid' By The Offspring)

He was the only one on the path; he looked at his school through the trees. He felt no breeze, but his clothes rustled and he saw he was wearing the cloak all those kids were wearing. Someone touched his shoulder; he looked up and saw a red haired kid looking down at him. He was floating upside down; he had droopy eyes and was wearing Japans' clothing, just a plain white tee and baggy blue jeans. A breeze actually came, their hair flowed to the right madly, the red heads shirt ripped off, revealing a prosthetic arm and a tattoo of kanji on his heart. The whole world around them dissolved into blackness. The ground fell under Japan and he started to float where he was, and gravity finally got ahold of the red head, he fell downwards, starting slowly and progressing. Japans' levitation act wore off and he fell down into the darkness, he screamed his little cultured heart out. The cloak started to tear off into a plain white uniform and black dress shoes; he started to slow down and touched ground in darkness. He looked around for the kid, he had disappeared completely. A strip of darkness peeled of and fell to his feet, revealing green grassland. He spied the red head through the rift, in Japans' clothing again, sitting on the edge of a cliff.

"Oh, there you are" He waved him over "Come on, you're missing this" He turned back to stare over the horizon.

More strips started to peel off, until a whole doorway was opened. Japan walked through and sat next to the kid. He stared over an ocean under a gorgeous sunset, only a few thin clouds lined the sky. It was so serene; he turned his head to ask the boy his name. But only a hole into the ocean remained, he just turned his head back to the scenery and smiled. Not caring that he was gone.

Greece was also in Math class, he didn't laugh at Italy, he knew that'd be rude. He just adjusted the hat he was wearing; it was the face of a cat. He was slouching in his seat and lazily listening to his teacher, he thought he wouldn't need math in his job. He stared over at a poster his teacher had hanging up, it was the Sphinx in Egypt. He wanted to go visit that statue, but his parents couldn't afford the trip. So he was stuck looking at postcards and his math teachers poster, it was a shame, he never got into historical stuff and the one time he wants to go see a thousand year old monument, his parents tell him no. The boy that stood in front of him on the path for some reason, reminded him of the Sphinx. He had thin features, black hair tied into a ponytail with two thick bangs on the side of his forehead. He had two lines starting at the bridge of his nose and traveling all the way down to his cheek bone, probably from smiling so much. The kid was wearing a very serious expression and had one arm sticking out of his black cloak. Greece felt attached to the kid; they seemed about the same age and stuff. He couldn't keep his mind off the kid until the end of math class, a bell sounded and he picked up his things and left the boring room.