The First World Academy
Pairings: USUK, FrUk, Franada, RoChu, VietnamxThailand, JapanxGreece, GreeexTurkey, AusHung, Prungry, Spamano, GerIta, JapanxTaiwan, SwitzerlandxLiechtenstein, NetherlandsxBelgium, Roman EmpirexGermania, (slight) LatviaxSealand, LithuaniaxPoland, (slight) MonaccoxAustralia, SuFin, DenNor, Hong KongxTawian, and (slight) RomaniaxHungary.
More pairings may/may not be added later.
Rated M for a reason/later chapters.
I own nothing but the plot.
The First World Academy
It was a bright August morning as the new students flocked to World Academy. Some were rich, some were poor; but all of the students were required to be exceptionally intelligent. Students of every shape and size-every nationality, were invited to join the academy for its very first year.
As soon as the limo dropped him off, Alfred wiped the dirt off of his freshly pressed slacks and quickly began to scrub at the red stain on his cheek from his mother's lipstick. He didn't want to start the school year off with rumors that he was a 'momma's boy' (even though he secretly was). Alfred blinked as he ogled at the large estate that was to be his new home for the next 8 months. The campus was huge-a courtyard that could easily be mistaken as a football field, a fountain you could just swim in, and a complex that was most definitely a castle compared to his old private school. Alfred blinked his eyes once more, in order to straighten the contact lenses in his eyes, and moved slowly toward the group of people congregating near a podium and a large array of chairs.
"Um...Hi, my name's Alfred-nice to meet you?" He said in a questioning tone, wondering if any of them spoke English. The other students stopped conversing in their foreign languages and looked straight into Alfred's eyes. He began to fidget as his left contact began to slide around in his eye. The one girl finally spoke up with a slight accent that came with a smile.
"Hello, my name is Elizaveta-this is Roderich, Feliciano, Ludwig, and Kiku-kun." she said as she pointed to each person. Roderich's eyes became smaller, analyzing the American boy; but shook his hand nonetheless. Feliciano turned and grinned-his smile was so big, you could barely see his eyes, which received a sigh from Ludwig. The prim German boy gave a slight nod as a hello. Kiku only bowed.
"Sooooooo...do ya'll know each other?"
"Yes, we all knew one another when we were younger." said Roderich in an almost exasperated sigh. He didn't really seem to like Alfred very much.
"Roderich and I grew up near each other, and we both know Feliciano. Ludwig and Kiku-kun are his friends."
"Oh...Well, that's interesting..."
Alfred didn't know what else to say to the rest of the group, but was fortunately saved by a screeching noise that erupted from the microphone. All of the students covered their ears and turned towards the podium to see an Asian man who was beginning to bald.
"Hello everyone. My name is Yule Soo, the principal of this splendid academy. As you may already know, this is an experimental school in which students of all ages are to interact with different and diverse cultures. The maximum number of students allowed to enter the academy is five per country, although I can see some were unable to produce the maximum number of candidates." the man looked around at the large groups of children ranging from the age of 6 to 19. Alfred squirmed as the man's eyes seemed to stare directly at him. The man smiled and went back to addressing the crowd.
"First, I would like to lay down some ground rules that must be followed. Number one: No boys are allowed in the girls' dorm, and vice versa. Number two: all students must be at their utmost behavior at all times, or they will be severely punished. Number three: there is absolutely no mention of the academy during the vacation breaks you are given. The school is to remain a secret until all data concerning the academy is collected. That means any and all text messages, emails, tweets, Facebook posts, or phone calls will be monitored. If a student is caught communicating the secrets of the academy, they will be told to pack their bags and leave immediately." The principal gave a stern look to the crowd as if he was scolding a bunch of toddlers.
"Also, all special events will be announced during the school news each morning. With that being said, please split into your appropriate grade levels. Oh, and welcome to World Academy." Principal Soo stepped away from the microphone and left the podium.
Teachers began to holler for the kindergartners to stay in a straight line, or for the middleschoolers to stop giggling, or (in Alfred's and the rest of the highschooler's case) to shut the fuck up.
Alfred's eyes bugged out as he heard the tall blond teacher curse. Except for his clean-shaven face, the man looked like a hippie-long braided hair and Jesus sandals to boot. He had a serious look on his face-a very clear 'not gonna take any shit' kinda look. All the highschoolers immediately became quiet.
"Okay, my name is Mr. Weillschmidt, and I am everyone's Grammar teacher-so that means I have to teach every single one of you punks. So I expect NO trouble from anyone, got it?" Everyone shook their heads. Alfred whispered a quiet yes'ir.
"Okay, boys come with me-girls, please follow Miss. Braginski." All of the guys stared at the melon-sized knockers on the curvy woman. She wasn't pretty, but all of the guys couldn't help themselves from drooling at the best friends that bounced on her chest.
"BOYS! Move now, be perverts LATER!"
The girls giggled and bounced away with the bodacious Miss. Braginski. The boys slowly shuffled behind the lunatic of a teacher. They passed the water fountain and a few other buildings labeled 'Auditorium' and 'Cafeteria' in several different languages. They stopped at the entrance to a rather large building that was labeled 'Boys Dormitory'.
"Now this is where all of you will be staying. Several lists of roommates are located on the walls, so find your roommate and head on up. All of your luggage has already been taken to your rooms." All at once, everyone started talking. Some were short, some tall, some fat, some skinny, some tan, some pale, some ugly, and some handsome. All were speaking loudly and in entirely different languages.
"QUIEEEEEEEET!" shouted Mr. Weillschmidt.
"First, some rules-"
"Come on, more rules?" interrupted a white-haired boy. Mr. Weillschmidt's eye twitched as a vain in his forehead protruded.
"Yes, Gilbert, more rules-that is, unless you want me to take you back to your Vati and tell him you are incapable of understanding simple English?" The boy's red eyes grew large and he scoffed, playing it as if he hadn't been threatened, but did not speak any further.
"First, once a month there is a routine check-up on the cleanliness of your rooms; if you fail this checkup, you will receive cleaning duty of the cafeteria for one week. Second, if you are injured, our school nurse's office, Miss. Braginski, is located to your left. Third, I am not your friend-I am you teacher, thus I expect to be treated appropriately and respectfully." With that, Mr. Weildschmidt turned around and left the group of teenagers at the foot of the stairs. Immediately, all of the boys rushed to the wall to see which room they were in. Alfred was one of the last boys to see, but quickly ran to the third floor, room 348. He knocked at the door and was greeted by a boy with blonde hair and glasses.
"Um...Hi! My name's Alfred Jones. And you're..?"
"Matthew Williams, I'm from Cambridge-it's in Canada." the boy held out his hand and they both shook. Alfred entered the large white room. It was littered with red and white, a poster of the Maple Leaf hockey team, and another poster of Sum 41. Alfred turned to face the Canadian boy.
"Oh, and I'm from Sugerland, Texas. Nice to meet you." Matthew hopped onto one of the beds, and grasped at a stuffed polar bear.
"I thought so, because of your accent." Alfred frowned. He didn't think his accent was that noticeable. He began to unpack his suitcases. His straw cowboy hat sat on top of the large stack of comic books and posters he had secretly brought to have in the room. He hung the hat on the bedpost, sat the comic books by the nightstand, and began to stick the numerous posters above his side of the room.
"Um...What are you doing?" said Matthew as he uncomfortably shifted on the bed.
"What? Do you not like blondes?" asked Alfred. He was sticking thumbtacks in the poster of scantily-clad Hooters swimsuit models. Some were in one pieces with low necklines, others were in extremely small two pieces that didn't leave much to the imagination.
"...Never mind." Alfred shrugged and continued sticking the rest of his raunchy posters on the wall. Alfred mentally felt relieved; he only brought them because his dad made him. Spending time with his dad was awkward nowadays. He even tried to buy Alfred some soft-core porn. Alfred had quickly declined and began to spend less time with his old man.
"You play sports, eh?" Alfred snapped back to reality.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I was the quarterback at my old high school, you?" Matthew smiled at this.
"I tried it in junior high, but I liked playing for my high school's hockey team better. I use to be goalie."
Both boys then went into a heated discussion about different sports and if they were popular in their country.
Lillian was only slightly terrified of the academy. It reminded her too much of the castle back home, and right now, she didn't want to be reminded of home. Vash was disappointed that they had to be separated while they put away their things in their dorms. Vash is a big worry-wart, it's not like I'm going to fall in the fountain and drown, or something... she thought. Lily didn't pay much attention to the large woman that led the girls to their dormitory. She didn't like that some people could be graciously endowed while others were...flat as a book. Lily already knew her room number, so she was the first up the dorm stairs. The room had one window and was a hospital white with only a pair of beds, bookcases, desks, and nightstands to bring color to the room. Another girl's suitcase was on top of the other bed. So, with nothing else to do, she stared to unpack her clothes and things. Lily jumped at the sound of the handle jiggling. She swerved as the door opened, and braced herself at the off chance she had an annoying roommate. A girl with brown hair and green eyes smiled energetically at Lily and held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Elizaveta Héderváry. I'm from Hungary." they both shook hands. Lily twiddled with the blue ribbon in her hair. Her hands were sweaty and shaking, so she dropped them to her sides.
"My name is Lillian-"
"Oh my God! Are you...?...Are you, Her Serene Highness, Princess Lillian? I thought you looked familiar! I've seen you in one of Roderich's newspapers!" Elizaveta's eyes glowed, but Lily grimaced.
"Yes, but I'd like to keep that a little...low key for now. And you can call me Lily." Lily smiled slightly while Elizaveta twirled in the large space and flopped onto her bed.
"This is soooo cool! Who'd thought my roommate was a princess? Oh my gosh! Do you have a private jet? What about a closet full of jewelry? Do you have servants? How many crowns do you have? Do you wear a crown?" Lily's eyes grew wide. She expected there to be questions-but not this many.
"No. No. Yes. I have three. And only on special occasions." Elizaveta smiled and let out a small squeal. Lily tried to smile, but she wasn't used to all of this attention, so it turned out more like a pout.
"That is so awesome! Oh, and don't worry-I won't tell a soul! Cross my heart and hope to die." She solemnly nodded her head as she held up her right hand and crossed an "X" over her heart.
"Thank you, I have...problems at home at the moment, and I'm here secretly. So, it would be really nice that you would just treat me like a normal person..." Lily didn't know what to think of the energetic girl. But she seemed to be very nice, so she tried to ignore the hyper factor for now.
"Then call me Eliza. All my friends back home call me that. Well, except for Roderich-he's my boyfriend." Elizaveta got a dreamy look on her face and hugged her pillow to her chest.
"He plays the most beautiful music I've ever heard."
A knock came from the window. Lily ran over and unlatched the lock. Vash's head peeked through.
"Is everything alright, Your Serene High-" he began to say, but stopped as he saw Elizaveta. Lily touched his shoulder and whispered.
"You're not supposed to be here right now. No boys in the girls' dorms. Stop worrying, I'm fine, and I'll see you at dinner."
Vash nodded and crept around the back towards the boys' dorms.
"Who was that?" questioned Elizaveta with a raised eyebrow.
"He's...a...a friend from back home." was all Lily could say. She didn't want Elizaveta to think she was doing something inappropriate; or needed a babysitter or something (let alone a bodyguard).
"That's some friend you've got there..." she said with a wink. Lily's face began to overheat. Her hands were beginning to perspire even more, and that's a very un-princess-like thing to do.
"It's-It's not like that!" she managed to stutter out. Even though she wished he was, Vash didn't feel that way towards Lily.
"Huhmmmmmm..." Elizaveta said as she unpacked her things. A myriad of letters spilled out of her bag and tumbled to the floor. Lily bent down to help pick them up.
"I really wish we could meet face to face someday. I found out that I'm going to this new academy that's opening later this year. I heard it's for different types of kids, kids from everywhere. My uncle said he's teaching at the-"
Lily only read a snippet of the letter before Elizaveta snatched it from her. All of the letters were signed '-A boy'. Elizaveta's face was bright red as she tried to shove them into one of the desk's drawers. Lily felt bad that she had read one of her letters, and stared at a corner in the ceiling.
"What were those?" Lily was mentally slapping herself for being so rude, but couldn't help herself from asking.
"Letters..."
"From who? You're boyfriend?" Elizaveta fidgeted at this and stared at her fingernails.
"No...It's from my pen pal...I still don't know who he is. But, I know that he's going to school at the academy." Elizaveta looked up and smiled at Lily. She was still blushing, but her face was now to a rosy pink instead of a fire engine red.
"He's really sweet, I feel like I can tell him anything. And he's told me the same..."
She then went back to packing so as not to blush any further. Lily was secretly jealous of Elizaveta. She could tell Vash anything that was on her mind anytime. The only bad thing was that he didn't trust her enough with that information-or at least that was what Lily thought.
The two girls made small talk about their countries and hobbies-both surprisingly liked to sew clothes. With all of their suitcases-it was going to take a long time before either of them finished.
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As soon as the bell rang, all of the boys rushed to the cafeteria. The smells were delicious. Foods from every country sat on the long buffet table that was manned by the sour lunch ladies.
Lovino hated just about everything, though. He didn't like sitting with his annoying younger brother and creepy German boyfriend. He preferred sitting alone, eating his pasta, and not being annoyed by anybody. But that perfect plan was ruined by a very tan boy. Or man, since he looked like he could pass for twenty. The man/boy just sat there next to Lovino, eating a strange seafood dish and munching on a raw tomato.
"Excuse me, but do you have to sit right here?" the boy stopped chewing and swallowed. He just stared at Lovino-stopping only to glance at the empty table, and then finally picked up his tray. Lovino sighed happily and began to work on his pasta again.
"What the FUCK are you doing?" shouted Lovino. The man/boy now sat opposite to him with a big grin.
"I'm just sitting at an empty table with a loud Italian. What are you doing?" Lovino all but screamed back at him.
"I'm sitting across from an annoying happy-go-lucky fuck-tard who can't get the fucking picture!" The Spanish man/boy just smiled some more. He tossed the tomato in the air like a baseball, swiftly caught it, and shoved it into the mouth of Lovino. The man/boy turned his head to the side and smiled.
"You curse too much. My name is Antonio." Lovino just bit at the annoying Spaniard's tasty tomato. Lovino swallowed and gave Antonio the evil eye.
"My name is Lovino. And you smile too much." he said as he smugly crossed his arms. Antonio smiled and took back the tomato and finished it off. Lovino started to protest, but Antonio put a finger to the Italian's lips.
"I'll give you more tomatoes if you stop cursing during lunch. A meal is supposed to be enjoyed. Nobody wants to have a meal with someone who curses like a sailor." Lovino shook off his hand and huffed loudly. This guy is so fucking annoying... was all he could think. Lovino shoved some pasta into his mouth instead of letting out a string of profanities. Both boys continued to eat their meals without a single curse word from Lovino. This is going to be a long school year, he thought.
Thank you for reading my first big fanfiction/yaoi fanfiction. Although I do have hetero pairings, I also have yaoi pairings. My scenes get a little steamy-so I'll have a warning before the chapter begins, ok?
Thanks for reading, and please review/comment!