A/N~ Hallo~! Another update, aren't I cool? Ahahaha- Ahem, anyway, this one's Singapore/Iowa/Wallonia-centric, and the next few chapters will be focused on one or two characters at a time, until I get through introducing all of them.

Not even sure why these characters are all cramped into this one, but yeah. Ha-ha.

Oh! And as I was writing this, I got two new characters! (Northern Ireland and Michigan- Wahoo~!) So I crammed those guys in here. Also, love the crap outta all of y'all.

Enjoy~!

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EDIT: This is the revised version. This chapter wasn't as bad as the last one, but it was still pretty damn bad. Enjoy the new version, my darlings~! C:

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Singapore sat down at her assigned seat, staring blankly at the classmates around her. Several girls giggled cheerfully and continued on with their useless chatter. She recognized Flanders, who looked completely miserable, by the company of his sister, Wallonia-Though she was widely advertising her name, Lisette, instead of being formal and using her title.

The girl flipped a lock of sandy brown hair over her shoulder, grin spread across her face, "Just let me fix your hair, Claude!" Flanders proceeded to push her hands away frantically, while Lisette giggled madly.

Singapore stood up, ready to leave the uninteresting room and find their teacher, who was probably lost, seeing as how the school was comprised of three four story buildings, then the separate dorms for the students and teachers. Since the late bell had already rung, she figured it wouldn't hurt to go search for her. Even though she'd been a student there for three years, it was still a pain trying to navigate through the crowded hallways.

As soon as she reached the doorway, two brown-haired Americans nearly tripped into her. The shorter one immediately apologized, while she recognized the taller one as the rude girl who had interrupted the speech that morning.

They both paused for a moment, then Illinois grabbed Iowa's wrist and tugged her past Singapore and into the classroom, dragging her to a pair of empty seats.

"Oh-my-God, did'ja see that creepy girl's death glare? Like she wanted me fucking dead! Freaky! I saw her this morning and-"

Illinois cut herself off by realizing Claude was in the room. The next few seconds were filled with squealing and the sound of chairs clattering on the floor, but Singapore hardly noticed, due to the fact she was halfway down the hallway.

The next few minutes passed by uneventfully, the short-haired girl searching the empty halls for the missing teacher.

She considered going back, but by then, she wasn't even sure what building she was in, or what story. She hadn't seen a window for what seemed like hours, though it had only been a minute or two, and the usual classroom noises she had heard as she passed had long since quieted.

As she reached another flight of stairs, she spun around, trying to retrace her steps. She only got so far as the corner to the next hallway, though, because she ran into something hard. Knocked back onto the ground, she looked at the thing that she'd run into- a familiar man, with mussed up blonde hair and bright emerald eyes.

England stared down at her, his expression questioning. His thick brows furrowed together, "Ashley?"

She gave a curt nod in response. Today was not her day. First, no one bothered to wake her up, so she had to rush, then she was so late for breakfast that there was nothing left, and then she had to deal with that crazy Illinois girl, and now this. She sighed quite audibly, catching England's attention again. Interrupting what seemed to be a hushed conversation with some imaginary being.

"Do you need help up?" He asked her, holding his out to the girl, who still sat on the floor. He was obviously trying to be the gentleman he always claimed to be.

"Not from you," She said roughly, scrambling up to her feet, "I'm capable of taking care of myself."

"Fair enough," He replied, starting to walk down the hallway, he peered to her over his shoulder, pausing in his tracks for a moment, "You're coming to class, aren't you?"

She stared bitterly at the man's retreating figure, "There won't be a class if I don't find the teacher, la."

He let out a small chuckle and smiled, "What do you mean? The teacher found you."

"You're the English teacher!" She gaped, at a loss for better words. A confused look settled on her face. "What happened to Mrs. Johnston? She's been the English teacher for years!"

"It seems that the baby wanted to come out earlier than expected. She's on maternity leave. They needed a last minute English teacher." He simply, still giving her a small smile—apparently amused.

"She was only two months pregnant before summer."

"Like I said, it came earlier than expected," The Brit stated, still paused in the middle of the hallway, looking dumb just standing there, frozen. At least that's how Singapore saw it, "Are you seriously going to miss the first English class of this year because you don't believe I'm the instructor?"

She frowned. He was being serious. She followed him down the twisting hallway and down several flights of stairs in an awkward silence, until they finally got to the English classroom.

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There was only about ten minutes left until the next period, but it was long enough to get everyone acquainted. Not that they didn't already know each other; England had just insisted on proper introductions.

Iowa stuttered through hers, blushing profusely at the attention she was getting, mainly from a cackling Megan, who kept twisting her words and whispering jokes to Logan and Claude. The latter of the two looked very much as though he might die of embarrassment at any moment, the Illinois didn't seem to notice, and kept on nudging him in the ribs, grinning madly.

While Samantha loved Illinois, the girl really had no tact.

After her major failure of an introduction, she sat back down next to Ohio, who proceeded to whisper how cute she was, making a small grin form at the corners of Iowa's mouth.

Months before, when she was too scared to talk to him, not even in her wildest fantasies could she imagine how sweet he could be. What, with all the rumors going around about him, and then how he looked- quite manly and a bit rugged- it was hard to realize he was actually a really nice guy.

Ohio calmly stood up, introduced himself, not that he needed to, everyone already knew who he was, since he was a former Underling, after all. He sat back down equally calm as before, leaning back into his chair.

You couldn't tell by looking at him now, his face held a serene expression, and his navy blue eyes were half shut, since he was too bored to stay awake throughout the entire class's introductions. No, you couldn't tell now, but he could be a fire when he wanted to. And it didn't take a lot to rile him up.

Her boyfriend laid his head on the desk, most likely asleep. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for anything of interest. Their teacher, England, was engaged in a rather angry conversation with Singapore. Though, he spoke English, and she spoke in what seemed to be Chinese, though she could pick out several words she could understand. Wondering distantly what the girl and he were arguing about as England never actually stated what it was, she observed a fight nearly breaking out between Megan and Lisette. Probably over Flanders, she thought distantly. Actually, since the two girls were rather loud, it was definitely over Flanders, who looked positively mortified at the attention he was getting.

Iowa figured she wouldn't torture the poor boy by giving him unwanted attention, so she settled instead to changing her gaze every few minutes. The bell finally rang, and Iowa stood up slowly, while Ohio hurried away to his next class. She frowned, but ignored the lonely feeling she got walking down the halls alone. Illinois had the next class apart from her, and it was in a separate building, so they couldn't even walk together.

She was used to being alone. Right?

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Wallonia tripped. This was fairly odd, since she never tripped, even in her tallest pair of heels. Must have been that weird "Big Sister" Illinois, right? That girl had it out for her, obviously, so it had to be her!

She only wanted to sit by her brother, because it felt like he'd been avoiding her all day and that was not then that bothersome American had refused to give up her seat. Refused! Ugh, the nerve of some people. Not that Wallonia felt entitled to get everything she wanted, though she should, but that girl really should have let her sit next to Claude.

Lisette tried to push her snobbish thoughts to the back of her head. She was really beginning to sound like a total brat, even inside her head, and that wasn't something she wanted to happen.

That's when the handsome boy had shown up. He looked concerned- like, honestly, properly worried for her. And it sent little bubbles of happiness throughout her body.

"You alright?" He asked, holding out a hand- which she took gratefully, mood now blissful. It was lucky, all right. Lucky that such a good-looking boy also happened to be polite enough to offer a girl a hand up when someone tripped her- Illinois - Oh, how lucky that they met!

Wallonia was silently plotting out the many ways she could ensnare him—of course she wanted him, he'd been the first to show interest, though—when he interrupted- not in a rude way, in a very cute-boyish way- "Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

She nodded, trying her best to look injured. With how much she'd seen of his behavior by now, he'd offer to take her and- "D'ya want me to help you there? I mean, I don't really care or anything..."

She wrapped her arm around his waist, nuzzling into his shoulder, and taking in his scent, "please and thank you.'

He blushed a bit at the contact, trying his best to shift away from her and keep his arm around her shoulders at the same time, "Erm... Yeah."

As the two made their way down the hallway, several people looked at them glaringly, especially the one who the handsome boy smiled at. Lisette noticed the girl was gorgeous, with long, almost-white hair and a round, innocent face.

The blonde- who was at least a sophomore- was standing next to two girls who were obviously freshmen. One of them was another blonde, with one green eye and one blue. Her long blonde hair was loosely braided, and the older blonde had her fingers tangled in it a bit. The other was a rather startled looking kid, with dark blue glasses in front of dark brown eyes. Everything about the girl was very cute, and she suddenly felt jealous that the boy was looking at two cute girls instead of her. She was practicably hanging off of him, and he wasn't even paying her any attention!

So she did the first thing that came to mind. She tripped slightly, and let out a loud yelp, "Ow! Ow! Ow!"

He looked at her frantically, wide-eyed, "What happened?"

She faked a wince. Its not like she wanted to lie to him, but it was necessary in the plan she had. Although half of the plan was made as she went along it was best to keep him interested now, it would definitely help in the long run, "I-I think I hurt my ankle even worse..."

"Erm... D'ya need me to uh, carry you? That's kind of..." His cheeks flushed slightly. This made her chest flutter. Oh, he's so cute, she thought, and his perfect hair and those gorgeous navy blue eyes are just so...!

"Y-Yes... Is that alright?" Wallonia asked, putting on her best innocent face. He looked the type to dig cute girls.

"I guess. I don't really care..." He muttered, awkwardly holding out his arms to her.

She stepped into him, gingerly on her foot, though it didn't actually hurt. She could've sworn his face turned purple from the blush, but it went back to its normal color after a second or two.

She thoroughly enjoyed being carried bridal style, while he almost collapsed from her weight- not that she was fat, she was just tall for a girl. When they finally reached the infirmary set her down carefully, making sure she didn't accidentally put pressure on her "hurt" foot.

"Well, I think it's almost time for the next class," he said after a moment.

Wallonia nodded, almost asking for his name. But she would almost definitely see him in the days that followed, so she kept quiet, hoping to intrigue him.

But he left, so she watched him retreat down the hall. She turned her head, wondering what she'd say the next time she saw him. Maybe invite him to lunch, or bake him some waffles. Didn't Americans have this thing called a brownie? Oh yeah, Flanders and Netherlands seemed to enjoy those a lot, though they always seemed hungrier after they ate them...

Her thoughts were interrupted when she looked up to see two girls staring at her; a thin girl with fiery, untamed red hair and rather dark clothing, and the other girl had wavy brown hair. Both were sitting on beds, though the brunette had her fingers wrapped in a splint, the other girl had a bandage wrapped tightly around her head, and looked a bit dizzy.

"I'll erm, just be going..." Wallonia mumbled, before sprinting out of the room, and down the same hallway she'd watched her Dream Boy hurry down just moments before. She would've stayed in the clean room for a while, just to take a nap, though she'd missed an entire class already. But the reason she left was because the redhead's eyes had bored into her, as though she knew Wallonia had tricked the boy into carrying her there.

And that fact made her uncomfortable.

A/N~ Who is this mysterious stranger? Why were Michigan and Northern Ireland injured? Will Lisette's dreams of love be fulfilled? Does anyone even care? ... Probably not...

Daaaaaaaannnnngggg. Okay, sorry if I bored the crap out of you. I tried to at least mention everyone's character. If I missed you, you'll probably get a waayy bigger part in the next chapter. Stay awesome.

Peace out,

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