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Budellus International College: Year 1

CHAPTER 1

Kyle Walker was a simple boy. At fifteen years of age he stood as the tallest in his family of four. To say the least, would be to say he just wanted to have fun. To say the full, untainted truth, would be to say he was a mischief maker who causes way too much trouble to those around him. Now, as he looked into the full body length mirror in his room, his pale green eyes staring back at him, with the familiar two strands of hair that always seemed to disobey him by not staying flat, he wished he could just be outside playing a simple game of cricket.

Instead, much to his annoyance, he was dressed in a suit, the stupid tie around his neck threatening to choke him.

"Kyle, are you ready yet?" his mother called out, a hint of impatience in her voice.

"Coming Mum!" he yelled back, grabbing his phone off his bed, tucking it into his back pocket, and sprinting out of his room. He slid down the staircase's banister and landed perfectly, right in front of his disapproving mother.

Charlotte Walker was quite a short woman, but even so she was the one with the power in the family. She sighed, reaching up and trying to flatten out Kyle's hair, much to the teen's annoyance.

"I already tried that! Can we just go and get this stupid interview over and done with?" he groaned. "Where is Dad?"

Charlotte sighed, giving up on her son's hair. "He had to work late, he'll meet us there."

"Bugger it, I can't believe I have to have a bloody interview to get into a school," he complained as he got into the car.

"Language, Kyle! I did not raise you like some sort of ruffian or bogan! If your sister can sit through an interview, so can you."

Kyle sighed, looking out the car window and rolling his eyes.

Truthfully, he couldn't wait to go to this school he'd been signed up for. It was time away from his parents and the stress of having a politician as a father, but another bonus was the people he would meet.

Just the thought of it brought a grin to his face.

And though this rugged teen from Australia was excited about going, there were others all around the world that were not looking forward to the start of the brand new school.

One of those was Lovino Vargas, who watched his younger brother skip around the room, a look of pure annoyance on his face.

"Ve~! I can't wait to go! I hope they'll have good food! Hopefully they'll have pasta!" Feliciano wondered, a large grin on his face at the thought of the food. "Hey, Lovi, do you think they'll have pasta?"

Lovino looked into his brother's puppy dog eyes and sighed, "I guess they might. That is, if the cooks have any sense. God, I hope they aren't English," he groaned at the thought, remembering the trip the siblings and their grandfather had taken to the cold, rainy country.

The two brothers looked the same age, but Lovino was in fact a year older than Feliciano. Feli had always been the more recognized of the pair, constantly being praised by their Nonno for his skills in art, music, cooking, practically everything, really. That was probably the only reason Lovino was glad to go to this International boarding school, to get away from Roma Vargas, who never really paid him much attention anyway.

"Lovi! Where do you think your roommate will be from?" Feli asked, sitting down next to his brother.

"I don't care, as long as the bastard isn't German. The Germans have a horrible taste in food. I don't want that shit rubbing off on m- CHIGGI!"

Lovino let out a yelp as he was smacked on the back of the head. He cursed under his breath, sending a glare to his grandfather, who had just come into the room.

"What was that for?!" he whined, rubbing his head.

"Swearing, Lovino. You know I hate it," Roma said sensibly, plopping down onto the chair across from the siblings.

"You swear all the time though!"

The older man raised an eyebrow at Lovino, "I do not!"

"Yes you do! You swear like a drunk sailor!" Lovino cried, looking at his Nonno in disbelief.

Feliciano laughed, "Lovi, that's because usually Nonno is drunk."

Lovino glared at his brother, as Roma laughed, "Shut up Feli. I'm going to go pack, call me when dinner is ready," he grumbled, standing up and leaving the room without another word.

He honestly didn't care who he got as a roommate. He probably wouldn't spend much time in his dorm, after all. As long as it wasn't some absolute segaiolo, he didn't care. (Translation (Italian): Wanker)

Letting out a sigh, Lovino fell back on his bed, trying to ignore the fact that in merely 24 hours, he'd be leaving for Budellus International College.

God help him.

Arthur Kirkland let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes as he woke, leaning against the plane window. The 14 hour flight to B.I.C had mostly gone through the night, letting the students sleep during the journey, so they'd be refreshed for the new day.

Most of the adolescents were still sleeping, including Arthur's younger brother, Peter, who was seated next to him.

"Hey, excuse me!"

The hushed call came from the seat behind where Arthur was sitting, and he turned, careful not to wake his brother. The voice belonged to a young girl, who looked around the same age as Peter. She had long, curly, ginger hair and bright green eyes.

"Yes?" Arthur asked, stifling a yawn.

"I was wondering," the girl paused, blushing a bit, "d-do you know how long until we get there?"

She looked at him nervously and Arthur quickly checked his watch. "Well, it's currently 7:23, and we are scheduled to arrive at 8:45, so just over an hour," he said. "Why?"

The girl shifted, "I don't really like flying," she said, picking at her fingernails nervously.

Suddenly, a head of blonde hair popped up beside Arthur, and Peter grinned at the younger girl. "That's okay! I'm not too good on planes either, I prefer boats," he said, before turning to Arthur. "You talk as loudly as Bretton! Tone it down, will you! You'll wake everyone up!"

Arthur growled, "Don't compare me to that arse! And you can't talk!"

Peter and Arthur continued to bicker away, earning glares from a few other passengers, before they heard a soft giggle. They both turned to the ginger, who was covering her mouth in an attempt to stop laughing.

Peter grinned and offered her a hand. "My name is Peter Kirkland, and this idiot is my brother Arthur," he said.

"My name is Olivia Stanton," she said, still laughing softly. "What years are you two in?"

"I am entering Year 10, and Peter is going into Year 8," Arthur said, after hitting his brother for calling him an idiot.

"Really? I'm going into Year 8 as well!" Olivia perked up, turning to Peter. "Do you think we will be in the same classes?"

Arthur sighed, turning back around and sitting properly in his seat as Peter continued to chat to Olivia.

'Well, at least he has a friend; I don't need to worry about that,' Arthur thought, closing his eyes and hoping to drift into sleep at least once more before they arrived at the strange island in the middle on the Indian ocean.

Yaaay first chapter posted~~!

Okay, so this is a story I've been working on for a while and it's long and there are a lot of stories in it and lots of characters and it doesn't really focus of anyone in particular

Also, heaps of ships, but no spoilers yet of who is with who~

I'm trying to involve as many of the canon countries as I can into this story, but please excuse me if I go several chapters without mentioning people.

and there will be some OCs, but none that are featured as main characters (besides maybe a couple of the teachers)

I hope you enjoyed and stick around for more!

~DajieOotori

NAMES:

Kyle Bruce Walker - Australia

Charlotte Walker - OC

Lovino Vargas - Romano/South Italy

Feliciano Vargas - Italy/North Italy

Roma Vargas - Ancient Rome

Arthur Kirkland - England/UK

Peter Kirkland - Sealand

Olivia Stanton - OC

Please review and favourite if you enjoyed~!