It was the first day of another year in World Academy. All the countries came to learn, gain new experiences and socialize, well mostly socialize. Coming up the stairs into the campus was Peru a youthful girl who bared some resemblance to Spain and Cuba. She walked down the hall, her braids swishing and hitting her chest as she did. As she walked she said good morning to a few people she passed, including Italy, Japan, Canada, France, and America. She slightly waved at Germany and he acknowledged her with a small nod. When she reached her locker she was in a pretty good mood, opening it up she put what she didn't need inside and closed it as she turned she was faced with a familiar curly browned hair and green eyed country. Peru groaned slightly as she saw Spain

"ah su madre" she muttered under her breath.

Spain turned around now noticing her, "Oh Peru I didn't notice you, so I guess we're locker neighbors" he said with a silly grin.

Peru just shrugged and said a small "yeah, whatever", walking quickly away from there as she walked, she started freaking out in her head. Cadajo! Why does he of all people have to have the locker next mine? Not Fair! "Not fair!" she screamed now in class, she was given many strange looks, she quickly went to her seat, and sat down. First period was Politics with . Peru listened as best as she could though the teacher was rattling on mostly about papers and beginning of the year craps pace out at times. When that class ended she had to go through that for several more classes until Lunch came. Peru sat with Canada and America. She had brought her lunch in a tin container, America had bought his lunch, and Canada had his lunch in a paper sack. The three ate in an silence for the first couple minutes until America got bored of the lack of sound and began talking, food still in his mouth.

"Alright so today is totally the first day of school! How was everyone's day? Mine was just great, so worthy of the hero I Am." he said in a boastful manner.

Peru laughed slightly and Canada rolled his eyes, but they both answered his question.

"OK, it would be better but my locker is right next that Spain" she said, almost growling at saying Spain.

Canada and America slightly frowned feeling a bit worried, Canada spoke up.

"You shouldn't worry over him so much, I don't think it does much for your health"

Peru sighed and nodded, "yeah I guess but..."

"But nothing, stop your worrying!" America ordered in his loud annoying voice. It was a bit too loud and annoying because soon England spoke up with a

"Shut up!"

"Make me!"

"I will!"

"I don't see you do anything"

"Just you wait, when I get my hands on you.."

"na, na, na, England can't-gahh!" America couldn't finish his statement because soon England's hands were around America's neck, strangling him.

Canada and Peru saw this but just sighed and continued eating, making small talk, the sound of America's dieing gasps as background noise. Eventually lunch had to end and everyone had to go back to class. Peru would have to visit her locker to get a book of hers. Thankfully, this time Spain was not there but at the other side of her locker was Liechtenstein opening her locker and getting some books out, Peru said hello to her as she got her own book, she noticed that they had the same book and might be going to the same class. Her guess was right and soon Liechtenstein and Peru were walking to home economics. The class's teacher was Ukraine. For today's class everyone would be required to cook an intermediate level dish. Peru was rather good at cooking and was making some potatoes with a yellow sauce. Throughout the class everyone was making their own dishes: Liechtenstein making a Hafalab, Seychelles was trying to make seared salmon but was failing, Italy of course was making pasta, Japan was making some Yakisoba, and Belarus was stabbing away at some sausage links, not really cooking at the moment. Finally their time ended and they would all have to present their dishes, complete or not, to Ukraine. Seychelles was the first to present her dish, a charred salmon. She hung her head down in shame, cooking was not her strong suit. Ukraine sighed looking at the dish.

"I hope you can do better next time"

Seychelles nodded and went back to her seat. Next was Liechtenstein and her Hafalab, it was a fair dish and Ukraine gave her a passing grade, and a verbal "good job". After her was Peru, who got a good grade for her dish, as she knew she would. One thing she could do was cook. After her was Italy with his dish, and of course got high marks. Lastly was Belarus who made some Pechka with extremely smashed sausages and vegetables in them. When everyone was done they all shared their foods and socialized. But the class eventually had to end, and everybody went to their classes. Soon the last bell rang and everyone was dismissed. Peru went to her locker having forgotten about Spain, but that didn't last long because Spain was there with Romano, who looked rather impatient at the tanned man. Peru frowned, going quickly to her locker. Spain noticed her and smiled,

"Hi, Peru, I didn't see you there. How was your first day of school?"

"..."

"Hey he asked you a question!" Romano said

Peru shot a quick glare at Romano, he flinched back, and looked away. She sighed and left her locker.

"That girl's got problem" Romano state

Spain shrugged.

Peru walked with her shoulders hunched her spirit not the best at the time. Canada noticed her sulking and went up to her.

"Something wrong?"

"Ah you know the usual..."

" Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nah, I'm good" she said smiling

"Well if you say so, want to come to my house for some pancakes?" he asked

"Sure, those pancakes of yours sure are curious things" she said

"Oh like you don't have weird foods" he retorted

"What? Cow hearts and raw fish are weird?" she asked rhetorically and grinning.

Canada laughed, and the two continued their way back to his home.

Author's note:

so this would be my second fanfiction on the site. this time its hetalia and I decided to make a oc character, like my last fic I appreciate any kind of constructive crticism now for some translations and other tidbits

(spanish) Su Madre- Your mother. a derogatory term in spanish

(spanish) Cadajo- no real meaning just a swear.

ok thats its chau!