WARNING:stuffy uniforms, hitting on sluts, cursing people, using foul language and mentions of sex are found in this story... But hell, it's a normal day at my school anyway.

ALSO: mentions of self injury, depression, anxiety, suicide, eating disorders and PTSD may be inserted into the story. I wanted to warn you before you were shocked by it. But it's a normal thing for a messed up person like me.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

... Falling...

I groaned in unison with everyone else as we sat in our homeroom, number 11-04 currently occupied by Mr. Romulus, the computer teacher for this boring little school in the place where God lost his sandals. It was hot, annoying and there was such poor air circulation in the room it was a sauna for everyone who dared enter. But being on the second floor had its advantages, I must admit but damn skippy, pull it together man. Fix the damn AC so we all arn't sweating our balls off and can fucking breathe. An advantage of the second floor was the view over the courtyard and the escape to the pool on the roof for 'inspiration' or to be honest... Smoking your cigarettes and shit but still.

Well I should probably explain why I was groaning along with people who I didn't get along with so easily. We've just been told that were getting uniforms... Well it wouldn't be too bad if a certain little slut, *cough cough* Clara *cough*, Didn't bring up the fact that some people would violate the dress code on certain occasion *cough cough* me and my girlfriend *cough* because it was all that we owned or the fact she just didn't like us at all. I do mean slut by the way because I have walked in on her fucking the football, American football, basketball and baseball team. Oh and she was getting paid for her services so prostitute would work also for a name for her. Oh we don't call our football soccer. We keep the British name for it so we stay closer to the mother land.

Back to the topic, uniforms like Catholic school uniforms... The button down shirt with heavy vest and wool skirt with the thick cotton socks and shit like that. I could barely afford this month's rent since my father died and mother became an alcoholic and my aunt and uncle have threatened to move us in with them so they can help fix us. We don't need your fixing! We need dad and Bruder to never to die in the first placet. I didn't want to bother the school and hear the whole sob story over and over again with people saying they felt sorry for me. Fuck no. It happened with the staff too much already.

And I refused to move in with my girlfriend of two years because she saw my enough I didn't want to haunt her nightmares too. I think I'm the only person who gets worried of being around to much so that people begin to hate me. It to honestly terrifies me know to no end. That's why I kinda keep my distance from everyone. I just don't want her to get bored of me. But Gods did I love her.

She was in classroom 11-06 so two down into Mr. Remus' room. Romulus and Remus were twins, yes named after the ancient Greek brothers raised by wolves. Oh we both adored Greek myths and the ledgends about the Gods. Sometimes if we were lucky in Mr. Romulus' class, his partner would come in and tell us more about the Gods and myths. We never knew his real name so we called him Germania, because of his strong German heritage, looks like the real life character Germania from the show Hetalia. Also the fact when he gets pissed off he swears fluently in German. Tehehe.

I put my pencil down and looked up from th email paper I was writing on without paying attention to the words. I sighed softly at what I wrote. The words read in a small print, ' I am Andy Revlon. . I'm sixteen years old and have only a mother as immediate family. I have a girlfriend named Luna and she's sixteen also. I like many things but I also dislike many things. The things I like are quite stupid to others but very important to me. Those kinds of things are anime such as Black Butler and Hetalia, Greek Mythology, music and writing. I have a calm aura most of the time unless you piss me off and then I turn into a murderous psychopath whose ready to kill you. But I could never admit it aloud. I adore the colour Red but it has to be a crimson red not this light red pink shit. Oh and I might have a slight blood fetish. The end. ' Well that sounded slightly like me. Except for the fact I would never admit that I love everything about blood. The colour, the metallic taste and smell that lingered in the air. The way that the spilled from cuts and wounds made it irresistable to be away from for long.

"That's all for the morning announcements. I'm Clara signing off. Have a nice day." the morning school news anchor, Clara Smith, herself said with a happy little smile and the TV screen was shut off by Romulus. Thanks the Gods. I shifted in my seat, which was right in front of the teacher, and fixed my Rebel Leader band tee shirt so that it laid smooth on my stomach. Now your probably wondering who Rebel Leader is... Its a band that my brother was the front man of. He was amazing when he played the guitar and sung for everyone. It always made him extremely happy to know that he could brighten up someone's day with the sound of his music. I was frightened that someone would point it out but oh well, I'd have to face it sometime.

I sighed softly as I watched Clara walk into the classroom, blow a kiss at Rome, and take her seat in the back of the room. (did I forget to mention I called him that after he said he's as old as Rome? Oh well he and his boyfriend looked right out if Hetalia. So I just call them those names.) This would be lots of fun!

Clara Smith was an all American teenager that almost everyone wanted to be. She was a abnoxious bleach blond girl with a perfectly clear face/skin and unnatural blue eyes. She would be a perfect addition to the aryan race that Adolf Hitler wanted during the Second World War. She had a small waist and perky boobs and an ass one would kill over. Clara wasn't that smart though and usually bribed her way through life and with her Daddy's money usually got whatever she wanted. Whether it be a new dress or car to being dated by the captain of the football team or whatever. She wanted she got, simple and easy as that.

Now I on the other hand was completely different. I was someone no one wanted to be around because of the mysteriously calm aura that surrounded me. I was ridiculously tall and weighed something I'm not going to tell anyone, it made me sick just thinking about it. Oh hells no, but I wasn't really fat but the mixture between the two. So yeah just enough to cuddle. I had redish brown curly/wavey hair and blue eyes that seem to have gained tints and flashes of red since I turned fifteen and I honestly don't think it from the drinking I would do once in a while. My face had several scars on the right side and I wore glasses when I was able to find them.

"Now I trust you all are pissed off because of those morning announcements. I know I am because that means I can no longer wear whatever I want as your teacher. Because they gave us the two hour delay schedule today and I have to introduce some new things let's talk about this. How does that make you guys feel? You're getting screwed over by a bunch of dim wits who think they're better than ever everyone else." I raised my hand after I ran it through my messy thick brown hair with a sigh. These people were asshole.

"Yes Andy?" he said sitting on the edge of his desk with his arms folded and white button down shirt wrinkled. "Now everyone, let's not forget now, cursing is acceptable in my room. Andy, now go ahead," I nodded happily, used to this drill now for the two months he's been my teacher.

Cursing was allowed in his room after the first day of school. Some arrogant little pricks thought that it would be okay to taunt the teacher because his boyfriend came in to wish him luck with his first day of teaching. The one dude poured Romulus' coffee all over the front of him and Germania and then said 'watch where your going faggots'. Needless to say, Mr. Romulus went ballistic and there was almost a law suit from Mr. Germania. Romulus threw out a full years worth of cursing in little under two minutes and we became close friends. Ta Da!

I stood careful to not knock my coffee mug on my desk over by the moving the mountain of books on my lap. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, watching my every move as I was about to open my mouth to speak. I ran my hands through my hair once again before deciding to speak. The words carefully planned out in my mind. I looked over in the direction of Clara remembering when we were friends but I snapped out of it quickly.

"To be honest, I do believe this is a violation of our rights. Some of us, here in this school, cannot afford to pay the money for a hand me down pair of jeans let alone a brand new uniform. So because this uniform business was not brought to every ones attention before hand, the students and the families will suffer because of it." I waved my hands around with my usual calm demeanor in the outside while I was furious and ready to crack someone's head in on the inside. I felt that the anger was overflowing from its container as I went to continue. I felt the metal containers lid crack and go flying into the air as the inward version of me, hid running away as fast as they could.

"I don't know about some of you but this is fucking ridiculous, expecting that families buy uniforms two months into the school year and demanding that they wear them starting at the beginning of next week. This is fucking pointless and fucking annoying. I don't know about you but I know I don't have the money to get the uniform, and I'm not begging for money. I work two jobs after school to help my mother out with the house bills. I don't need to work anymore than that for a stupid fucking uniform. The end." I sat back down and downed some of my spiked coffee. I didn't spike it with liquor not unless it was Dad's or my brother's death day or when relatives were coming up to visit or just shit hit the fan with mom again. No, I just spiked it with Red Bull or Monster to give me energy. Today was a Monster kind of day.

"Excellent points Andy. Anyone else? " I felt Rome walk over and pat me on the back as I rested my head on my two text books and binder. This class was annoying and it was still only homeroom. I closed my eyes trying to drown out my own self-loathing thoughts that quickly and frequently showed me it's ugly face. It caused me to sigh.

"Yes Clara? Your point?" He continued to pat my back trying to calm me down and make me feel better. I sighed softly once more, cracking my eyes open and looking at the pretty blonde haired cheer captain. I knew there was a darker side underneath the shallow skin. II watched her flip her hair and pucker her pink glossed lips in a pouting notion before answering.

"I disagree with Angelina," I sighed hearing my real first name for the first time in a year. It always reminded me of my brother. My brother always coddled to and would call me Angelina the angel. But then a month before he died he started calling me Andrew the Knight but I'll explain about him later. I always loved the idea of being a knight. It always made me laugh and happy.

"Her name is Andy, Miss Smith," Rome pointed out as I tensed up when she spoke it.

"Whatever," she cracked her gum and I winced. "I disagree. This will be the perfect opportunity for everyone to be the same and for bullying to cease. No one will have to get picked on for looking like a looser and walking shitty clothing anyway. yeah." I shook my head having Romulus remove his hand and step back. I stood up just as she was about to sit down. I wasn't just addressing the whole class now I was addressing myself and everyone who might have heard the words from my mouth. I started off looking at Clara but then turned away unable to look at her disgustingly perfect face any longer.

"This is just a bigger chance for bullying to grown in our school. If you don't look like how other people want you to in the uniform, you'll get picked on. I know from experience at four other schools. Kids and teenagers are not kind when it comes to people who are different. Excuse this Mr. Romulus, but does anyone remember the first day of school when Mr. Germania came to wish his boyfriend good luck? Shit hit the fan because of close-minded ness and homophobia. We had death threats being sent to those two several times a day. I don't know about you but that's not fucking right. That's a form of bullying just from liking the same sex. It doesn't bother you so why make someone feel like shit? To make you feel better about yourself?

"It's very disturbing that one could be so shallow over the fact of something someone wears or how someone looks. That person should be proud of who they are no matter what they wear or are born as. It only proves how disgusting someone must be on the inside to treat others like that upon the outside. Okay now I'm done, "

I left everyone speechless all except for Clara who was just laughing. My head snapped around quickly from where I was watching the door, almost expecting someone to come in and yell at me for my mouth. I tried to calm myself down by doing the simple breathing exercise that Rome thought me. The excersize demand that I take ten deep breaths singing my favorite happy song to myself until those ten deep breath were finished. Although now that I was done singing Funhouse, I was still furious and felt my body act before my mind could. And the slow motion from the movies took effect. Oh fuck it all.

I felt myself launch my body across the classroom, to be right in front of Clara and her posse. I moved with unhuman like speed as she stopped laughing and I grabbed her by the collar of her baby blue collared tee shirt and bubble gum pink vest and bunched it tightly between my fists. The look on her face was smug and I just shook her a little bit.

I didn't take my eyes off of Clara's face, no matter how much I wanted to hurl. Even when I heard clicking of phones and videos, I kept the grip but it was loosening and quickly too. No matter how much I wanted to yell at her the words wouldn't come out of my mouth let alone from the prison of my throat. I swallowed hard before I was able to talk.

"What's so funny Clara? Was it something I said?" There was venom in my voice as I hissed the words into her ear. She stopped laughing now and I felt her shudder lightly as I grinned. My face must have looked maddening from where everyone was standing around us. That was until I opened my mouth a once more.

"You don't need to fear the reaper, Poppet, only yourself my dear." I felt most get lifted up easily by an unknown force and thrown halfway across the room onto of an unsuspecting force. I knew who threw me, you didn't need to be a genius to figure that out. You just needed to have a brain and use it.

Dylan Ted Heither, was the one who threw me across the room by the neck, was Clara Smith's boyfriend and the captain of the American football team. He was used to that sort of thing I guess... Throwing people away like garbage. It must have been easy for him, being built like a truck and all had its advantages espically with the strength issues. I knew he spent an hour or two in the weight room after school but damn skippy, I didn't think you could throw me. So back to the dumbest, he was thick and very buff compared to the other dudes in the room. He kinda looked like Clara with being a blonde but Dylan had brown eyes and he looked, well stoned most of the time. If there was anyone you needed to be afraid of, it was him. Oh and he had the personality of a deflated balloon.

"Mr. Heither!" Romulus yelled as I slowly came to my senses. Rome was in front of me. I was in pain and very discombobulated. I was thrown against the wall I think but something underneath me moved and groaned. I let out a yelp as the thing place it's hands on my ribs directly under my arm pits and stand up, dragging me to my feet with them.

"You're alright, da? " I heard a soft voice press against the top of my head as Rome looked me over. The person patted my clothing smooth like he was dressing up a doll and then proceeded to brush my hair and place a pretty crimson red scarf around my neck. " There, you're a perfect pretty doll," he said softly as I turned to look at my cushion.

My blue and red tinted eyes met his soft lavender ones and I froze in place. I took in his face quickly, his sandy coloured hair, larger nose and thin lips smiled at me. He wore a soft tan/pink scarf that looked like it had been worn in through the years of ownership and love.

"You're Rus... " I was cut off by him bringing a finger to his soft yet thin looking lips. No one could see over my large tall frame so I was very thankful. I knew everyone was watching us though, including Romulus, who had a small nearly invisible smirk on his face.

" Well class, my other announcement was spoiled just now... Our school, The Titan Angel Secondary Center will be having several transfer students coming in today. Ivan here is one of them, " the brown haired man raised a hand over to where Russia and I were.

" I expect you all to treat them with kindness and respect. That's all. Ivan, Andy see me out in the hallway." I nodded as Russia took my hand and lead me out into the hallway in which I had been lead to many times before.

The ugly yellow lockers and stained grey slabs of marble gave off and ever unpleasant smell the ceilings were high and classrooms were opening up and revealing fellow friends being lead into the hall. I noticed Luna and Gee come from Remus 'room with the teacher following not far behind. But I also noticed Justin and Bre, Darius and his sister Cami come from the other Hall.

"Now you must be wondering why you're out here, you all have one thing in common," Romulus started but the sentence was finished by his equally attractive twin.

"You all have been selected to house and protect the personification of countries. You are the only ones besides the others who know about Hetalia and you alone can protect them. Well time to head to the auditorium... The others are waiting there."

We all began to walk slowly, Russia holding Luna and my hands tightly not letting go.

"Andy, " my girlfriend whispered softly as Russia placed a baby blue scarf around her neck just like he did mine.

" Yes? " I answered not looking backwards to see anyone's face. I was shaking to much to want anyone to notice. I was quite happy that Ivan took my fall and made my decent less painful but my head still hurt and so did my chest but I was slightly used to that. And falling into the Russian brought back the pain of where my mother hit me last night with the castiron frying pan. My scapula now throbbed with every movement.

"Looks like your wish cane true. We now have more friends than before." I nodded smiling at her softly.

"I do hope, though, that we all get along. Who knows, maybe this will be good for everyone, " at least I hoped that would be true. Well here goes nothing, I thought as I pushed open eh doors to the auditorium and sealed our fates.

well that was the beginning of this story. Chapter one.

I hope to continue to have my girlfriend pop up in the story and be a regular character in it.

Well I hope you enjoy!

Have a good day everybody.

Bye!