And now we move on to Samantha's POV at what she thinks about having to attend a school for countries!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Gakuen Hetalia. I do, however, own the six transfer students who suddenly find themselves overwhelmed by the revelation of attending a school for countries and that there are personified countries walking around on the planet.

Chapter Two

Samantha Carson smoothed the edge of her skirt for the tenth time in the half an hour she had been standing in front of the full body mirror that came with the dorm.

She knew she was being ridiculous about fretting so much about her appearance when she just normally made sure her clothes were crisp and clean and that she looked neat and presentable to everyone she saw, but today she was feeling particularly OCD as she fiddled with various parts of the school uniform that she thought needed adjusting.

The school uniform that the girls had to wear consisted of a white dress shirt and black tie. She wore a white sweater over top and finally a red blazer. The look was complete with a red checkered skirt, black socks that nearly reached her knees and white mary-jane shoes. Samantha twirled around in front of the mirror to make sure that she hadn't accidentally tucked the fabric of any part of her uniform into her underwear or something. That would not be a good way to start the first day at World Academy W.

Spotting the hairbrush she had tossed on her new bed several minutes ago when she checked her uniform, Samantha grabbed it and started combing it through her long dark red hair that tended to make her and Charlotte stand out a lot in a crowd.

The both of them used to hate their hair as several kids during their years at elementary saw it fit to tease them -and not in a nice way either- about it. But her grandmother had told the both of them to be proud as they had very beautiful hair and should cherish what they had instead of longing for something that made them fit in more. After all, there was nothing wrong with being different, despite what most of society thought today.

When she was satisfied that not a single hair was out of place, she took the long strands of hair that curved around her face and pulled them back. Taking a black hair elastic, she tied the two strands back together before clamping down a pink butterfly shaped jaw claw clip on top of it. Examining herself with critical dark blue eyes, she was finally satisfied with the appearance she nearly worked on for an hour.

With a sigh, she allowed herself to plop down onto the edge of her bed and relax until it was time to leave for homeroom.

Ever since the night when the principal had called the transfers to his office to gently break it to them that there were personifications of all the world's countries and that they were attending the school where said countries came to learn at, Samantha had been a nervous wreck.

How was it possible? She knew that Principal Rome or Mr Roman Empire (what should she address him as again) wasn't lying; he seemed completely serious and sincere when he told them, but it was just so surreal.

Not to mention a lot to take in when they just got off a plane and arrived in a completely different place; their new home away from home.

And so she thought about it Saturday night, which resulted in her getting very little sleep. She thought about it practically all of Sunday when the regular students were due to arrive in the evening; staying in her room and not making a sound as she listened to the activity of friends greeting each other after enjoying their summer vacation. Samantha couldn't help but feel jealous as she eavesdropped from the safety of her room; at least someone enjoyed the two month break.

All that thinking and worrying must have taken a bigger toll on her than she thought as she had vaguely remembered it being eight-thirty before waking up to find the sun shining in her eyes and that it was six thirty in the morning the next day.

Standing up, Samantha started pacing around her room. "Kay Sam, you can do this. You're just going to attend a school. In London. That's actually a educational facility for nations." She took stopped pacing, took a deep breath, and then continued wearing down the floor. "I mean, how different can it be? They have to look like ordinary humans otherwise... we'd be able to tell they were different... right?"

Okay. She had to stop thinking about that. She was just making things worse for herself and at this rate, she was going to drop dead of a seizure before she even got to the classroom.

A sudden knock at the door made Samantha jump and she whirled in the direction of where the sound was coming from.

"Hello?" A voice called cheerfully from the other side. "Is anyone home?"

"Ah... yes?" Samantha answered back before she could stop herself.

Great. Now that she spoke, she couldn't pretend that she wasn't in her room.

Heart pounding through her ears, Samantha swiftly crossed the room to open the door. Her door had two locks; a bolt and a chain. She undid the bolt of her door and opened it as far as the chain would allow her to. Peering through the crack, she saw a girl around her age with blonde hair and green eyes beaming back at her. Her short blonde hair just touched her shoulders and there was a green ribbon tied around it like a headband; neatly ending in a bow at her nape.

Her sister had taken to tying a ribbon in hair like that except it was a dark blue colour and the part that wasn't tied around her head usually rested on either one of her shoulders.

"Er... can I help you?" Samantha asked, heart still racing. Was the person standing on the other side of the door a country? She had to be; Samantha didn't recognize her as any one of the other transfers. But she looked so human that it was actually hard to tell.

The girl laughed; but it wasn't in a mean way. "You can start by telling me this: are you one of the new transfer students this year?"

"Um, yes I am. I'm Samantha Carson."

"Oh good! I was kinda worried that I might have gotten the wrong room, but I was right!" Eying the chain lock still attached to the door, she frowned. "Aren't you going to undo the lock? I can't exactly help you get to class like this and if we don't leave ten minutes before the bell rings, we'll be late! Though the teachers aren't so touchy about attendance on the first day with us getting out two hours early."

"Right!" At the mention of arriving late on her first day in her new school, Samantha hurried to where she had placed her bag earlier and grabbed her dorm key from her desk. Unhooking the chain from the door, she threw it open before slamming it shut and locking it behind her.

Just as she was about to ask the girl to take her to the school, she felt arms wrap around her. "Wha-?"

"I didn't know you were so cute!" The girl squealed.

Cute? Samantha blushed. Compliments like that didn't come her way that often. Especially not from other girls.

"C'mon, I'll introduce you to the others later but we have to get to class!" The girl grabbed her arm and started dragging her down the hall of residence (shortened to halls) stairs.

Like the school, the residence hall (she was still trying to get used to the UK terminology, but for now she was going to use the US term for a dormitory) was of massive proportion. Not as big as the actual school itself, but it was still impressive. Samantha vaguely wondered just how much money went into building the academy.

Then again, maybe it was because the students weren't exactly ordinary everyday people that they spared no expenses.

Samantha found that she had to keep in step with the girl other wise she'd trip and fault and wouldn't she make a great first impression by tripping and being dragged across the school grounds?

"W-wait! You haven't even told me your name yet!" Samantha said breathlessly. Keeping up with the energetic girl tugging on her arm was a lot of work.

The girl stopped so suddenly that Samantha nearly crashed into her. "That's right!" She rubbed the back of her head with a sheepish look on her face and laughed. "Oops, sorry about that!"

Letting go of Samantha's arm, she turned to face her with her hand held out. "My name's Belg- I mean Bella Laurent."

Belg- the only country that came to mind was 'Belgium'.

Maybe this wasn't the best place to say it where they were out in the open campus, but Samantha had thought and thought about it for nearly two days and figured that if she didn't get any confirmation soon, she was going to go insane right there and then.

"Are you Belgium?" She said. She said it so quickly that it even took her a few seconds for the words to register in her mind. "The personified Belgium?"

Bella blinked, surprised before breaking out into a smile. "So you know about us?"

"The principal told us when we went to his office Saturday night." Samantha suddenly felt very tired even though she had gotten more than enough sleep the night before. She knew that the principal was telling the truth when he brought them to his office and told them to brace themselves, but the logical part of her mind just couldn't accept that. Now that she had spoken to someone else on school grounds other than the staff, she was finally able to get past that annoying block in her mind.

But now every emotion that had been held back by that logical mind block was no longer checked and she fell onto her knees as the weight of the revelations just suddenly bombarded her.

She was going to a school for countries. And she was a human.

"H-hey! Are you alright?" Bella's frantic voice cut through the numb shock that was beginning to settle in.

Samantha's lips tilted upwards in a smile. "H-ha... sorry. It just didn't all click together until now..."

Bella helped Samantha up. "That we're countries?"

"Um, yes." What was Samantha supposed to say? That this all felt like a dream? That if she pinched her cheeks, she'd wake up and find out that she's attending an ordinary international school for ordinary kids all over the world?

No, she didn't want to tell the girl who seemed eager to help her out at school that she thought their existences were, well, not exactly logical. Then again, what did she know? They'd been around for a long time with most humans completely oblivious about their existence.

Though instead of getting angry, Bella just smiled. "Don't worry; you aren't the first human to react like this and you certainly won't be the last. Your reaction is perfectly normal. It's those who take it in stride you have to wonder about."

Samantha instantly felt better; it was nice to know she hadn't made a complete idiot of herself.

The blonde wrapped her arm around Samantha's shoulders in a sisterly fashion. "Let's go get you something to drink. You're still a bit pale and I don't want you collapsing in class. And you have nothing to worry about, we're a friendly bunch. We won't bite just because your mind doesn't quite register everything yet."

And for the first time in months, a genuine smile graced Samantha's lips, worries about how she was supposed to present herself to the nations of the world to her twin's sudden distance towards her temporarily forgotten.

Classes hadn't started yet and she already made a new friend.

Whoot! I'm done! Just thought I'd introduce Samantha who was mentioned in the previous chapter. As you can see, she's freaking out about the whole ordeal? Ordinary reaction to her sudden situation, don't you think?