"Teacher, will the lazy burger muncher get punished?" Russia asked with a creepy grin.
"Raise your hand before speaking! And yes, he will after school in detention. Got that Mr. States?" Said Mr. Britain, the English teacher.
"But that's not fair! We have a football game today and they need me to be the hero!" Shouted America.
"Well as you would say, 'Tough luck'. With that out burst you'll also be having detention tomorrow. So if I were you Mr. States, I'd keep my mouth shut and stay awake."
The blonde teen leaned back in his seat and sighed in defeat. This is totally bogus dude, he thought to himself. Oh how he hated the Englishmen and his class. It was always one big love fest. Germany and Italy would always flirt in the corner. Russia contently terrorized Lithuania, but America caught them making out at lunch a couple times. Canada pissed him off the most, always trying to talk to him but never able to say a single word. Worst class ever!
"Did I hear someone has detention?" said a heavily accented voice from the hallway.
Everyone could see Mr. Britain cringe as the principle, Mr. France, sashayed into the room. No one understood his fashion sense, for he always wore a blue suit jacket with bright red skinny jeans. He's almost as bad as Russia, America thought. (Russia always wore a full length trench coat and scarf, even in summer.) Mr. France seemed too out there for a principle and reminded everyone of a fairy.
"Mr. France, please leave my classroom at once. I'm sure you have work to do," said the teacher, practically shoving him out of the room.
"But with a student staying after class, it cuts into our time~," The principle chimed.
Mr. Britain grew red and ferrous, for he hated when the blonde air head would talk about their relationship in front of his students. It made America made too, but he didn't know why. He had nothing against gays, even though at his house they have a "don't ask, don't tell" policy. America would just get mad when he saw his teacher with the principle.
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