Chapter 1- Countries? People who are countries?
"Mmmaaarrrccii~~! I finally found the applications for the Academy~!" "Gosh, be louder, wake up most of the world while your at it." "Shut it." "Hand me the form, Kasey." Kasey handed Marcella a form and looked at another copy. "Woah." Marcella whispered.
"World Academy W, sounds weird." Kasey sighed. "World Academy W... such a weird name." Marcella said. "Well, all to do is check it out first." "It's in New York, you know." "Well, my mom doesn't care, and my mom asked your dad to ask your mom and now you can go." Kasey said, grinning the whole time.
"No WAY. My mom is too strict to agree. How?" "Your dad's Italian, right?" Marcella nodded. "The Italian charm, then." "Sometimes I wonder at what point you lost your marbles." "Hey!"
"Flight 2A to New York, plane is ready for boarding, Flight 2A." The loud speaker crowed, a hint of boredom notable in it's tone. "That's us, isn't it?" Marcella smiled. "I wonder if there will be personifications of countries~" "Don't get your hopes up, hotshot." "Shut up." Marcella and Kasey ran towards their gate, and waited to get through to their plane.
"I've never been on a plane before." Marcella said nervously. "Oh, I have. It's okay. Not hard at all." Kasey gave a thumbs up. "Okay, got the forms still?" "Check, captain!" "Okay, then." Marcella pulled out her mp3 and put her headphones on. "I'll be listening to music now." "Music freak." Kasey rolled her eyes. Marcella punched her and closed her eyes, leaving the world at the press of a small button.
"Hey~, get up!" Kasey pushed Marcella again. "Hmm? Oh, Kaz, we in New York?" "Yeah, now get up." "Okay." Marcella and Kasey grabbed their things and headed off the plane. They looked around for a sign with their names in a crowd of people of very different countries.
"We stick out like a sore thumb, Kase." "Cuz I'm awesome, huh?" "No. Hey, I think that's ours." Marcella pointed to a sign that said, 'Marcella & Kasey' "Nah, it has our names on it." Kasey said smartly. "You know, there's a real way we stick out." Marcella sighed, walking towards the sign with Kasey. "How so?" "We dressed...different."
It was true, Marcella had a plaid skirt and a splatter-paint neon-on-black shirt, paired with a black jacket, unzipped, while she had red streaks in her dark brown hair. Kasey had a pair of black jeans with a vampire chibi ironed on them, a Tokio Hotel shirt on, and white streaks in her red hair. Both had on red and black checkered converse. "Jeez, I don't care." Kasey sighed. "People are staring at us." "Let 'em. Let haters hate." "I can't believe you remember that." Both giggled as they met up with the sign.
"Oh, about bloody ti- Whoa. What are you dressed up as, girls?" The British man gasped at their attire. "Myself." Kasey and Marcella answered at the same time. "Well, as long as you decide to go the World Academy, I might as well tell you that you can't have highlights." "It's okay, my mom is the same way, I wear clip-ons." Marcella took out her bright red clips of hair and showed the British male. "See?" She put it back on. "So does Kasey." "Yup. Though I could've gotten highlights."
"So, since your Kasey," he pointed towards Kasey, who nodded, "You must be Mar-Mar..." "Marcella." "Sorry, I have a terrible time pronouncing names. If there was a much better society in America, maybe Americans wouldn't be so stupid and have stupid names." Marcella turned sour. "If you'd like to know, my middle name is Elizabeth. Call me that if you feel comfortable. I'm Italian and I have connections in the mafia." England gulped and smiled. "I-I'll keep that in mind, madam." Kasey smirked. "This is gonna be fun."
A loud man approached, well, more like jumped on, the Brit. "Yo, England, who's the ladies?" "Prussia! You git, stop! Germany, get your brother off." "Bruder, get off of England." "West, since he's so puny, I will." "Jeez, you can't bother someone else, Prussia?" "Nope!" England sighed. "You know now what my name is. I am the country of England. The countries of Germany and East Germany. Or, as he prefers, Prussia."
"Americans. Their names are Marcella and Kasey." England sighed, pointing at them. "I knew you'd find me, so I didn't bother putting your names on the sign." "Eh?" Kasey and Marcella questioned. "I told you it was gonna happen." Marcella whispered. "West, one's wearing a Tokio Hotel shirt. Fans of the band, I presume?" Prussia smirked."Yes sir!" Marcella and Kasey shouted. England pulled aside Prussia and Germany. "Be careful," he whispered, "One's Italian and she's got connections in the mafia." "South Italy's?" "Maybe." Germany sighed, "She must hate us."
"Let's check. Hey, which of you is Italian?" Prussia smiled. Marcella stared at England, maintaining a smile. England shuddered. 'Just like Russia.' "I am." Marcella pointed at herself. "You hate Germans?" "My goodness, no. I absolutely love Germany!" Germany blushed and looked away. Marcella gasped. "It's not like that! I just would like to visit and stuff, that's all!" Germany nodded but still blushed. "I hope you didn't take that the wrong way." Marcella blushed a little and looked away. Kasey smirked. "So, is their other countries as well?"
"Yup, even useless Austria and Both Italies!" "I can meet the country of Italy?" Marcella gasped. "There's a North and South." England groaned. "Did you guys fill out the forms? I am from the student council, that's why I came here." he sighed. "Yup, we hope we're accepted." Kasey handed both of their forms. England looked over Kasey's first, surprised. Then he looked over Marcella's, and gasped. "You both are smarter than America. Must be hard, growing up in an idiot." "Why thanks, now we feel distinguished." Kasey smiled. "You'll be accepted immediately, I can tell." "Outstanding."
