HELLO, MEINE KINDER! I've decided to do something again. This is one of my unfinished projects and whatnot. Don't... Expect me to updated frequently. I can really only write it in my free time. QwQ Also, if you happen to be a fan of my Fairy Tail fanfic 'Princess Stella', I AM SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, FREAKIN' SORRY! I really don't want to give up on it, but, like, I literally have NO CLUE what to do! Anyway, I'm sure the Hetalia fans are like, "Okay, so... Fanfiction? :D" Yeah. All right. XD

By now you should know that I don't own Hetalia. Silly you, it belongs to Hima-papa~

England let his head fall to the table with a resonating thud. Oh, no. Not again. It's too soon, right? When was the last time…?

"All right, dudes, it's time to mingle with the people!" An obnoxiously cheerful American voice called out, "France, don't rape too many things! Germany, don't wear your military uniform for once! Italy, don't sleep through all of your classes! Russia, you commie bastard, … Yeah, I don't actually have any advice for you, I just kind of wanted to call you that. China, do NOT haul that weird cat thing around with you everywhere! Japan, you're totally cool, bro! Iggy, don't pass out from all of those 'rebellious teenagers'! And don't bring a tea set and doily to class!"

The moment America shut up, all of the addressed nations (and others) began to speak at once:

"Mon cher, I do not rape-"

"VHAT?! AMERICA, YOU VILL NOT ADDRESS ME LIKE-"

"Veeeeee-? But you sleep through all your classes too, don't you-"

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol-"

"AIYAH, Shinatty-chan is NOT a weird cat thing, aru-"

"I agree with America-"

"JAPAN, GET YOUR OWN OPINIONS-"

"I-I- WHAT!?"

The Brit felt his face flush an uncomfortable shade of red. Just what did that brat take him for? An old grandma who had teatime every day at four, while watching the telly, and knitting, and stroking a fluffy cat, and… It really didn't help that England actually did do all of those things. The nation was forced back to reality by an overly-forceful pat on the back.

"Good luck, man!"

"You… You… YOU INSUFFERABLE PRAT!" England threw a punch at the grinning American, flaming with anger, only to have it playfully swatted away like a fly.

"Come on, old man. I've seen you cry for hours over the 'insolence of this generation.' Now you've gotta catch back up on the times! Have fun, dude!" The bespectacled blonde sent England a cheeky thumbs-up and wink.

The Brit simmered with barely-contained annoyance as the American sashayed out of the room, singing "Get Your Head In The Game" extremely off-pitch. Right as he was finally getting his breathing under control…

"Although, I do fear for ze poor students you will terrorize, Angleterre. They will 'ave to look at your disgusting eyebrows all da-"

The silky French voice halted after a British fist to the face. England left the room feeling a bit better as his mortal enemy fell to the floor unconscious.

England sighed as his peridot eyes fluttered shut. The next day, he was to attend the University of Oxford as an undergrad. For the twelfth time since 1096. It was a beautiful place, really, just like the rest of his country, but… He just couldn't stand so many ignorant, disrespectful people in one place. Sure, they were all, in their own respect, gentlemen and women. However there was one subject that England, along with most of the other countries, simply balked at taking: History. World History, Civics and Economics, English History, or whatever country's history it happened to be. They way they twisted the facts was… Was.. Well, ridiculous! England found it quite difficult to respect any of the professors for that subject. He often ended up wishing he could just teach it himself- He'd lived through most of it anyway! Unfortunately, he'd found out the hard way that any attempt to take over often lead to getting kicked out of the class. It just wasn't fair. There he was, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, who'd ruled most of the world at some point, not able to run a single history classroom! This was why he disliked having to go to school. They were all ungrateful twats.

With that last, confirming thought, he rolled over in his elegantly-adorned, queen-sized bed and drifted off into a refreshing sleep.

Aaaaaaaand that's chapter one. Lemme know whatchu think! w I'm working on chapter two right now. Like. RIGHT now. XD But I probably won't actually get around to posting it for awhile. Please review. I need serious help with my writing. Constructive criticism is good for my health. QwQ

Anyway. Bye-bye~!