The sound of a ringing alarm clock was blaring on and on. Under a mass of red and white striped blankets rose a hand that felt around on the bedside table to turn off, or smash, the alarm clock. Whichever came first, really. Finally, the hand found the snooze button.

A loud yawn came from the blonde haired figure under the sheets before they flopped their head back down on a blue pillow covered in white stars. Around his room were stickers of UFOs and tacked to the wall above his bed was an American flag. Once again, Alfred Jones was oversleeping. He hadn't even looked at the time as he continued to snooze.

After hitting the snooze button three more times, he felt around the night-table for his glasses and put them on. Heaving a long yawn accompanied by a stretch, he scratched his messy hair and looked at the clock.

7:52 am...

"...OH NO!" he shouted, leaping out of bed and his pajamas. He frantically dressed himself halfway before rushing into the bathroom to brush his teeth and try to fix his hair. After doing a half-assed job, he finished putting on his shirt and blazer with his school's emblem on it. Walking into the kitchen, he came across a small sandwich on the counter with a note.

Eat this up. See you at school!

- Matthew

Great, now he had to run to school knowing that his own brother had beaten him there...again! Shoving the sandwich halfway into his mouth, America grabbed his school bag and ran out of the house, slamming the door shut. "I am sooo gonna be late! Damn Canada, not even bothering to wake me! I'll give me an earful at school!" he muffled to himself as he ate the rather tasty sandwich that was filled with Canadian bacon, a fried egg, and some lettuce. As the frantic school boy turned a corner, he came across a cluster of grade school kids that appeared to be kicking something.

"Waaaah! H-Help'a me!" a pathetic voice cried. America heard it loud and clear and bolted over to the gathering.

"HEY! You all leave that kid alone!" his loud voice boomed. The kids scattered quickly, leaving behind the mangled little victim. "Jeez, kids these days..." America sighed, kneeling down to pick up whatever he just saved. The small child let out a sound-barrier shattering cry that left hardly any effect on America.

"Aww, poor thing! Here ya' go!" he said with a smile, shoving a small sucker-candy into its mouth. For the first time in a long while, the child opened up its large hazel eyes and made a small "Veee~!" sound and smiled at its protector. America poked at the small curl of hair protruding from the rest of his hair and the child yelped, leaped out of his arms, and backed far away from him.

"you're alright. Now you go on home or to school! ...School? OH SHIT! Now I'm SUPER late!" he gasped, getting up and taking off down the street.

The small chibi stood in shock, still sucking on the hard candy he was given. "The way he felt my hair...just like how it was on the moon! Could he be the one?"

By the time America had gotten into school, the second bell had already rang five minutes earlier. "Damn it..." he murmured, slowly and quietly entering first class.

"Nice of you to join us, Mister America!" Switzerland greeted him in a none-to-friendly tone. America quickly sat in his seat, avoiding the teacher's glance. But that meant he had to keep his eyes either to the left or the right. To his right was just a wall, but to his left was a rather large and creepy looking person who seemed to exude a cold chill from his body.

"Everyone please open your science books to page number-blah blah blaah..." was all America heard before eventually dosing off behind his open textbook.

About 20 minutes later, Switzerland looked away from the chalkboard and spoke about another topic. "I have the tests from last week graded. I'm very proud to say about everyone in the class passed."

A flood of sighs of relief came from other students. America smiled slyly. He hadn't studied, but had also sat next to Russia that day, and the country seemed to know much about science. Then Switzerland spoke again. "However," he began. "This is to be expected; I set high standards. I also used a new testing system so each person got a slightly altered test to prevent any cheating whatsoever."

America's smile quickly faded and he slammed his head onto his desk. "Something wrong, America?" Switzerland asked, already having an idea of the situation.

"No! I'm great!" he replied, still head-desk'ed.

"Waaaaahhh! Why do bad things happen to good people?" America wailed in the school courtyard afterschool.

"Calm down, America. It's just one little test. It's not like it's the end of the world." Lithuania told him, trying to calm his best friend down. Sniffling, America looked up at him and explained.

"You don't get it Lith. I already suck in that class! If I fail it, I'll be a class behind Canada and I just wouldn't be able to live that down!"

"Like, hey America! I heard about your totally terrible test score. Liet helps me study all the time. He can, like, tutor the both of us!" Poland commented, walking up next to the two. The feminine looking man even put an arm around Lithuania's shoulder. It was quickly shrugged off, though.

"That's actually not a bad idea, Poland. America, we could start doing that." Lithuania offered. America was still sulking and probably didn't even hear the idea.

"I didn't even study..." he sighed.

"Like, you didn't study? Oh well, it's not like you have anyone to impress!"

"He's just afraid of being held back and Canada passing him up."

"Hey America, you need to, like, get your mind off all this. Like, I heard there are some videogames on sale at the mall!" commented Poland as he flipped his hair back nonchalantly.

"Hmm? You think so?" the still depressed country asked.

"I, like, know so!"

America's eyes lit up and he asked the fate sealing question, "Can we get ice cream?"

"Of course we can! Liet is treating us!" Poland answered. "ALRIGHT! What are we standing around for? LET'S GO!" America boomed, dashing off and down the street, Poland in tow.

"How do I keep getting myself dragged into these things?" Lithuania wondered, following the two, looking somberly into his wallet.

Far off in the dark reaches of an unknown rip in time, a dark plot was finally about to make the scene. On the throne made of some kind of crystal sat a very furious ruler named Germania. "It's about time we get introduced in this story!" he thundered. "But there is no time to lament on this matter. It is time we got our revenge for being destroyed by Rome nearly a millennium ago!"

"Yeeeessssss..." droned a horde of his past subjects. Their loyalty had held up and had withstood the passing centuries. However, their souls had been long reincarnated into the countries of modern day. They were all just embodiments of who they were before that fateful day on the moon that forever destroyed the peaceful era known as the Silver Millennium.

"But in order to make sure we do not fail, we're going to require energy; a great deal of it. We shall get it from that pathetic planet Earth. So who will step forward and do this deed?" Germania asked.

Before him then appeared a tall figure. His eyes were just as blue as Germania's and he also shared nearly the exact hair color as him. "Let me do it. I 'von't let you down!" he proclaimed.

"Ah, Germany. You were always one to never fail me. Alight, you handle this task. Drain those foolish earthlings of their energy in the best way you can think of."

"I have already dispatched one our loyalties to possess a useful person on Earth to gather energy, your majesty." Germany responded, clearly and precisely.

"Umm...just 'sir' is fine..."

To Be Continued, maybe~!