Hey this is my first story on here so please bear with me. I'm writing this fic with a friend, all of the Romania chapters are by her and all of the Canada ones by me. Italics are thoughts please R&R, constructive criticism is welcome. I'm sorry for how short it is, it seemed like a good place to end it. Enjoy :)

Romania- Valentine

Bulgaria- Aleksander

Romania's POV:

"Why do I have such an abusive father?" I asked no one in particular as I adjusted my bowlers' hat. My dad is an abusive alcoholic and punched me this morning before I left. I now had a bruise forming on my right cheek and welts up and down my back. Although I had a crappy start to the day it was beautiful out. Not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was nice as well. As I reach the school Aleksander walked up to me.

"Hey, Val, did you hear the news?" Aleksander asked me. I just looked at him with a confused look on my face. "There is a new Canadian and American student starting school with us today!" he said happily and starts going off on a tangent about his summer. We walked into the gates and passed a sign saying "Hetalia World Academy".

When we walked in we saw that everyone (including us) was wearing their school uniform. Everyone was bustling about trying to get to their homeroom class to start the day and get their locker numbers. It was the first day after summer break after all. I probably won't even see the new kids all day. I thought to myself as I started walking to my homeroom class.

Just when I was about to walk in I see a boy with blonde hair with a weird curl sticking out of his head standing a few doors down. When I walked up to him he seemed lost and was talking rapidly in French and English. Maybe he is one of the new kids? He turned to me and looked kind of surprised.

"Hey my name is Valentine, but you can call me Val. You're new here, right? Do you need any help?"

"My name is Matthew and help would be nice, thanks." He says in a quiet voice. He shows me his schedule and I take mine out to compare.

"Okay. So it looks like we have homeroom, math and English together. We need to report to homeroom first so follow me." I say with a smile on my face, showing off the one fang that I had. He just smiled back and followed me to our homeroom class. We walk in just as the bell rings. I take a seat while Matthew stands at the front of the room.

"Oh, yes, that's right. Class we have a new student. Will you please introduce yourself?" the teacher asks. Matt just nods and turns toward the class.

"Hi, m-my n-name is Matthew Williams and I t-transferred from C-Canada." He stuttered looking around the room nervously. The teacher placed him next to me much to Matt's relief. I hope we become good friends.

It was now the end of the day and Matt and I were walking home. He only lives a couple doors down from me (He lives closer to the school) so I walked him home. I had showed him around school all day.

"So, Matt, do you think you can find all of your classes without any help tomorrow?" I asked as we reached his house.

"Yeah, and thanks for your help today Val." He said as he walked into his house.

As I walked up to my house I noticed that there was a cop car in out drive way. I walked up to my house and opened the door only to be greeted by two police officers. They had my dad between them and I could tell that he was drunk again. They led me to the living room and told me to sit down. What did my dad do this time? Did someone call the police on him? I thought as they lay my dad down on the floor.