EDIT 10/28/15: Shh...no saying anything. I have not told Silvre about my plan to update ALL our former chapters yet.

I am Silvre and you amazingly awesomely clicked on this story. I have decided that you are awesomely Prussia (yes, Prussia is now an adjective.) This is our first time writing something that other people can freely see. Hopefully, it won't be un-awesomely awful, but you know, it's all good. If you decide you love it and thinks it's absolutely, awesomely, squeal-worthy, and I now adore you. Anyway, yeah, ummmm, you can read now if you want and read my nonsense...yeah...

Well, hi there whoever has decided to awesomely read this! I'm Vulpi as you already know...uhhhh, so this is also my first time writing a Hetalia fanfiction, so hope you like it. Yeah. Ha det!

All characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya and not to us, because after all, we weren't very good at history back in 2007, so it couldn't have been us who created it...

Ludwig's PoV

He couldn't believe that it was actually today. After all, there were 364 other days that it could be, so why today, of all times? He could already feel the old rumors spin around him once again, uncovering a maelstrom of feelings that threatened to bring back the thoughts of his past.

He had no one to talk to in middle school. They had all feared him and he could not pick up his courage to try to start his own conversation; to make friends. He could only continue to act like the tough person he was supposed to be, the son of a top ranking general. But he wasn't like his brother at all. Not so flamboyant or ignorant or hasty. Not quite as skilled. So some even doubted they were related at all.

In Ludwig's mind, it would be so easy to be Gilbert, having his own crowd, taking in his own self-proclaimed awesomeness. His father had told him that at this legendary military academy he would be paired up with his future master, someone with the royal blood of kingdoms; the children of the wealthy. He would be their servant, butler, whatever they assigned him to be, but nonetheless he would serve them. Ludwig sighed, for he could only hope that his future master would not cringe from him and go out of his way to avoid him.

Just like so many had done before.

Gilbert's PoV

He stared at his brother who seemed to be lost in thought once again, Gilbert's crimson red eyes practically burning a hole through him. Ludwig was trying so hard to look confident but he ended up emitting just an apprehensive aura, and Gilbert, if he wanted, could totally be bursting out in his awesome laughter by now. But he had promised himself that he would be supportive and not make fun of his brother, at least not as much as usual. However, Gilbert decided to clap Ludwig so hard on his back that his usually stonewall brother actually jumped.

"West," he practically shouted, "Don't be nervous, come on! Your awesomely awesomest brother will get the most awesome academy life in the whole awesome universe, you know." Ludwig just glared at him and stood up, towering over him.

"Huh. Well, you know your partner won't be that bad right? Unless you get Elizabeta, of course! She is, after all, totally un-awesome. " Ludwig just grumbled.

"Whatever. We have to go, anyway. Hurry up."

Gilbert could only stare at his brother in mock horror. "That's all you say to my awesome speech?!" But Ludwig was right, he had to go and escort his friend Francis to school as well. And he, of course, was going to be the awesomest escort possible.

Felicia's PoV

"Do you know what day it is?", she shrieked. Felicia had wanted this day to come so long ago.

"What?" her sister mumbled back matter-of-factly. Wasn't she excited at all?

"The selection! We get to find out our partners!", she shouted. Felicia was practically glowing from happiness. Then her sister shot straight up, eyes wide, looking at Felicia as if her beloved sister had just shot her.

"Wait a minute. Did you just say what I think you - it's the SELECTION? So soon?", Lovina yelled in shock. "You know what, if I get that Spanish tomato bastard as my partner I'll quit being princess and go start a pasta restaurant!" Felicia's sister had turned the color of a fresh tomato that was going to explode any moment.

Felicia, of course, quickly assured Lovi that the chances of that happening were at a minimum and that the selectors would fit their own personalities with a suitable partner. That is, to Felicia there would be no one less suitable than Antonio; she believed he and her sister would be partnered. She giggled at her thoughts as her sister glared at her. "You were thinking something weren't you?" Lovina growled, tackling her with a pillow.

"I. WILL. NOT. HAVE. HIM. AS. MY. PARTNER." Her twin practically spat out every word.

"Oh, but we'll never know if we don't go," Felicia practically sang, pointing at the door. "Now come on. Let's move it already!"

Her sister grunted but quickly went to get ready.

Bella's POV

"Oh my God! I almost forgot, how could I!" Bella thought, as she rushed to prepare for the choosing of partners. Honestly, she had absolutely no clue who would be chosen as her partner, but to her, surprise was always fun. Not that she wasn't curious. Most people were, and she was no exception. She ran up the steps of the fancy marble staircase leading upstairs, and burst into her room, seating herself on the bed and peering out the window at the castle garden. Sure, she wouldn't be able to visit home too often once she started attending the fabled academy, but it was a much needed escape from the daily princess life that kept her oft confined to the kingdom premises. It was fun to explore and to try new things, especially things such as food.

As Bella rummaged around in her wardrobe searching for the prettiest and most formal of her dresses to wear for the event, she couldn't help but hear a voice sounding from the other room. It was her brother, Lars, talking with a very angry Vash. Her cousin was fretting about the many dangers that being with a stranger could bring to his dear adopted sister Lilli. "Those super jerks! If they dare touch my sister, I'll have them know where I got my archery trophies from!", he fumed, making Bella stifle a laugh. She smiled her signature cat-like smile to herself and decided that she would wait for the others downstairs. There was no rush, after all.

It was merely the start of her time at the academy.