Hello readers! I have been thinking about writing a fan fic for awhile now so now i am doing it. I am going to incorporate history, comedy, and friendship all in one. This will be a long series. So have your popcorn ready. Thank you so much for reading my story. Please leave a review. If you have any suggestion message me.

Emma's Pov:

Out of a Roll-Royce Ghost, stepped a tall girl appeared with green almond shaped eyes. The girl had short blonde hair that sat two inches above her shoulders, along green ribbon she used for a headband. Her body was very curvaceous from under her uniform. You wouldn't be able to tell due to uniform being one size big on her. It was everyone's first day back from fall break. Belgium would get through another year. Her task were simple. Follow up on her two territories and make sure her brothers were doing fine. It wasn't much but it was enough to keep her occupied. "Emma," a sudden voice with a certain accent called her by her human name.

The Belgian girl looked behind her as her driver pulled off. It was Spain. His eyes were a light green which complemented his olive skin. Spain also had tall lean figure. The curly short locks on his head made him look dashing. Belgium had to admit that her friend was handsome.

"Spain," she replied with a smile.

"I wasn't expecting you so early." His Spanish accent was as thick as ever.

"I decided to go to class early."

"That's good."

"Is Romano around?"

"I tried to say hello to him but he was in a bad mood."

"Oh really?" Belgium giggled. It was so like Romano. He was so cute ever since he was young. The temperatures he would display were adorable along with the expressions afterwards.

"Want to walk to class together?"

"Sure ."

Both Spain and Belgium were in the European classroom. It was the second largest class to the African. Based on the continent of your country that is the class you would be put into. Half of the day the countries would be in their continent classrooms learning the core subjects the rest they were free to go to their electives and clubs. Belgium found that herself not showing up to any of the clubs. There wasn't a club exactly for her. As they entered Spain's two best friends were in the back of the classroom, France and Prussia. France was about 5'9 and had shoulder length bright blonde hair; The color of his eyes were as blue as the sea. His slight facial hair on his chin made him look older. Many girls were quite fond of him. France's uniform was clean cut as ever; he had thing for fashion. The Frenchman would flirt with most of the school including guys but he would always was pleasant around Belgium.

Next was Prussia, Prussia was the most cocky person anyone has ever met. He would constantly say 'I'm awesome' all the time. Well, his appearance could justify why he would think that way. The color of the German's hair is pure white which strangely complimented his white skin. With blood red eyes he would be considered a heartthrob to most vampire obsessed girls. Prussia was only an inch taller than France which made him stand out even more.

Belgium parted ways with Spain she took her usual seat next to Britain. Unlike the rest of the countries she didn't have a problem with him. In fact they were actually friends (at least in her mind). Sure, his inferior attitude sets people off but she often found him quite interesting. He helped her when she was in trouble many times. It was unusual for England not to come to class. Mostly if he wasn't in class he was doing his duties as student council president. What duties could the Briton could have today?

Elizabeta's Pov:

Oh man. Oh man. The Hungarian girl was running like crazy. Elizabeta spent extra time brushing her hair this morning. Not the smartest thing to do when you barely have enough time to make it across campus.

It was all stupid Austria's fault. Well, Austria isn't stupid. He's quite smart actually. If he hadn't touched her hair she would have been early not cutting it close.

"Elizabeta?"

"Yes, Roderich?"

"Your hair is nice when it is up too."

So there she was putting her hair in a high ponytail and styling her bangs. She looked completely different. Sorta like those girls in Austria's country.

Her relationship with Austria his hard to explain. He was the only one who saw her as a girl. Even though she use to have short hair and do boyish things like: getting in fight with other boys and always wearing pants. It was like he couldn't see that. Austria was a prince who thought of her as a princess. On the other hand she wouldn't mind switching roles.

The bell just rung. To think she was almost she was almost up the stairs. Hungary finally got to the top when she spotted England heading her way down the hall. No! No! I can't get another detention. God please help me! The Englishman had already given her two because of that butt Prussia; if he wouldn't always try to mess with her in the halls she wouldn't have accidentally bumped England making him fall into the fountain. She was like a deer in headlights. All she had to do was wait. Wait for God to deliver her.

The Lord never fails Hungary in her time of need. Britain stopped and turned right around, but he stared at the large window for a good moment. For what reason she didn't care.

Sorry for the short chapter. The next chapter will be better I promise. Seychelles will make her debut.