Brittany, Connor, Malcolm, Arielle, Andrea, Sabrina, and Hailey walked into their Spanish III classroom, leading their respective countries in after them. Sra. Finley looked at the group, and her eyes widened at the mere diversity of the group. "Hola niños! Como están?"

Antonio cut them all off. "Hola señora. Yo estoy Antonio Carriedo Hernández de España. Tu estas muy bonita hoy." He said in Spanish. Sra. Finley blushed, and they started rapidly speaking Spanish, Connor standing next to him and feeling awkward. The rest of the group took their seats, however the nations had no seats.

Sra. Finley cut off her conversation with Spain. "Ay Dios Mío! I forgot seats for you!" she said, and hurried out of the room to find more chairs, leaving the students and the representatives alone.

Almost instantaneously, chatter began. France walked over to Spain, and they started chatting. Malcolm and Connor stood by, and after about thirty words, they were red from embarrassment. Connor leaned over to Malcolm. "Great, we got stuck with the perverts." He muttered in his ear.

Malcolm leaned over as well. "I think mine's a rapist."

"Mine sounds like a pedo."

"No wonder mine's so slow."

"Mine's just… weird. He talked about his Little Lovi the entire time we were in the hall. I was ready to slap him."

"Don't slap him, he's a guest and he's foreign. We want to look good, right? And possibly get our gorgeous faces on their newspapers?"

Connor smiled deviously. "Hell yeah."

Meanwhile, Brittany stood up from her seat to allow Feliciano to sit. "Here, you can have my seat until she gets back."

"Oh gratzi! That is so kind of you!" the Italian said happily, taking the chair.

Brittany pulled herself up on a desk behind him, as the desk had been abandoned once the chatter started. "So, where in Italy are you from?"

"I'm from Venice. My big brother is from Rome."

"You guys looked like twins earlier."

"But we are!"

"Where were you born then?"

"I told you! I was born in Venice, and my big brother was born in Rome!"

Brittany stared at the Italian man. It was weird how one twin could be born in one city, and another twin would be born in a different one. How is that possible? She wondered, then shook the thought out of her head. They were driving. The mom was in labor in the back of the car, and the babies were born while they were driving. That's it. That's all there is to it. She smiled.

Hailey and Sabrina were having the same amount of luck with their own countries. Turns out, the Belarusian girl hated everyone except her older sister and her brother, whom she apparently wanted to marry. She had walked the entire way to class behind Sabrina with a knife to her back. Why? She didn't know.

Hailey was also being abused by her partner. Every time the woman turned around and Hailey was in the wrong spot, she was smacked in the head by her large breasts, which were precisely at head level for the strawberry blond. They kept talking and talking about the Russian man, who was also apparently their brother, the middle child. Who was also subject to abuse by the Belarusian girl, who was in love with her older brother. As in, "I want to marry you" kind of in love. She also had an aura of "I want to kill you," also like her brother. They must have been close. Very close.

The Ukrainian girl however, was friendly and nice, but she seemed like she cried a lot. She had a very sensitive demeanor about her, and Hailey didn't want to say anything about her boobs smacking her in the face, as she feared the woman could burst into tears at any second if she did.

Right now, the two representatives were chatting about their fabulous big brother, and it was making the students feel uncomfortable. Natalia was talking about doing some really nasty stuff to Ivan… and Hailey and Sabrina were now officially scarred for life. Lovely.

Andrea, however, was still hugging Mr. Kumijirou. Canada was attempting in vain to retrieve the bear from the girl's grasp, but she was too loud and too busy cooing over it for him to be heard. Poor Matthew was stuck wondering if he would ever get his bear back. "Um, Miss Andrea? May I please have my bear back?" he asked again.

This time, the blond girl heard him. "Well, why didn't you say so earlier? I would have given him back." She said happily, returning the bear. "Now, why do you carry him around? You seem kind of old to be doing that."

The Canadian blushed. "Well, um, you see, nobody really remembers me in the world meetings, and since I'm always getting mixed up with my twin brother Alfred, nobody really likes me because they think I'm the asshole of the world, even though I'm not."

Andrea frowned sadly. "Aw, that's so sad! Canada is awesome! Nobody should hate it!" she said, hugging him. "And you don't look like Alfred at all. In fact, you look like him!" Andrea pointed to France.

"Francis? He's my dad."

"WHAT?" Andrea almost yelled. It caused almost everyone's attention to turn to Andrea. She smiled as if nothing was wrong. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm okay."

However, a certain Frenchman's attention was still caught by Andrea, well, more like her shadow. Francis smiled, then nodded an "I'll be right back" nod to Spain, and walked over.

"Ah, Monsieur Matthew! How are you today, mon ami?" he smiled, hugging Canada.

The Canadian looked uncomfortable. "Um, I'm fine, Papa."

"Merveilleuse! I'm so happy you chose to come with us today!"

"Um, I was kind of dragged along by Alfred, but… sure, we can say that."

"Ah, Amerique was most certainly raised by that tea sipper! He is almost a reflection of him, non?"

"Sure, I guess…"

"But you are like me! Utterly gorgeous, with the most beautiful silky hair in the world!" the Frenchman said happily.

"That's wonderful, Papa…"

"You aren't trying to rape Matthew again, are you frog?" an English accented voice cut in.

Francis suddenly looked irritated, and glared at the newcomer. "And what is it to you? He's not your colony."

"He's his own nation, not your colony either."

"Stop being technical like you always are!"

"Stop being an idiot and I won't have to!"

"Mange de la merde!"

"Bloody frog!"

"Oh hon hon! Is that all you got, tea sipper? T'as une tête a faire sauter les plaques d'egouts!"

"Don't insult me in French! I don't understand it!"

"Tue es completement débile!"

"I don't understand what that means!"

"Because you are a moron. Just admit my country is better and move on!"

"No way in hell, you bloody git!"

"Oh hon hon! Another recycled insult!"

"Quit bringing my comebacks into this! It isn't fair!"

"Spoiled punk!"

"Idiotic frog!"

"Please stop this…" Canada muttered.

During this exchange of words, which had turned to yelling, everyone had stopped talking and was just watching the representatives argue for unknown reasons. It was almost like watching Connor and Brittany fight.

It was Arielle, England's guide, who saved the day. She jumped in between the men. "CUT IT OUT! YOU'RE BOTH QUEER NOW DEAL WITH IT AND SHUT UP!"

The two nations looked from Arielle to the other and back again, and an awkward silence filled the air.

The Italian spoke first. "Big Brother Francis! Come meet this totally cool girl who's my partner for this! I can't wait to introduce her to Ludwig!"

France stuck his tongue out at England, and went to join Italy and Brittany.

Andrea and Arielle looked at each other, and then to their shadows.

"Um, what was that all about?"

"Francis and I have been at it our entire lives. This is daily behavior. Or at least whenever we see each other."

"You've known each other your entire lives? But you're representatives of different countries."

The Briton sighed, and smiled weakly. "It's complicated. I do suggest you don't press the matter further, as it is quite confusing."

Andrea finally spoke up. "Mr. Williams, how is Mr. Bonnefoy your dad? He seems about five years older than you. No way can he be your dad."

"I have to agree with Arthur on this one. Please, it's best not to look into this. It's complicated." He smiled though, a smile so friendly and genuine that Andrea and Arielle couldn't help but return it.

At that point, Sra. Finley walked in, dragging a stack of seven chairs behind her. Each guide stood up, and hurried over to the stack to relieve a chair from the older woman for their nations. Each chair was placed next to their student's desk, while Sra. Finley took her place behind her own desk for attendance.

"Okay, Rafael."

"Presente."

"Luciano."

"Presente."

"Antonio."

"Presente." Connor and Spain said simultaneously. There was a collective laughter, including from the teacher.

"Um, she means me." Connor said, laughing a little.

Antonio laughed too. "I knew that." More laughter from the class.

"Big Brother Antonio, Lovino had told me you had no humor! But he was wrong!"

"You know how Lovi is about me, Feliciano."

They both laughed, then the attendance was completed, and class started.

"Physical Education originated in South Korea!" Im Yong Soo yelled.

"It most certainly did not, and I do not see why you always claim ownership to everything ever invented aru." Wang Yao responded, crossing his arms.

It was PE time for some of the guides. The representatives had been told to remain outside of the locker room while their guides changed into the awful uniform. It made Adalene regret not taking zero bell PE with Danielle, Ashley, Salendrea, and Brittany when she had the chance. The nations and their guides had then elected to walk the track together after warm ups. It was a quiet walk, aside from the Chinese man and the Korean's incessant arguing and Glenn, Adalene, Alyssa, and Alex being… well, themselves.

Adalene and Glenn were talking about ways to get back at Brittany for always pairing them up. It was driving them both insane.

"What if in my next story, I pair her up with you; just to see how it feels?"

"No way. She hugs way too much. It's weird. I am not being paired with her."

"C'mon, just for one story?"

"No."

"It's fiction. It won't mean anything."

"No."

"Ugh, fine. What do you suggest?"

"We yell at her?"

"This is Brittany we're talking about."

"Smack her?"

"That might temporarily work, as would hair pulling, but it doesn't stop her from doing it again."

"Then I don't know."

"I don't either."

Wang, overhearing their conversation, walked over to them. "Why don't you just solve things Chinese way aru?"

Adalene looked at him in confusion. "How is that?"

"Give her to me, and I will hit her with my wok aru."

"Let me do it instead."

"China take all. That is Chinese way aru."

"I'll handle that at lunch."

"Fine then. You don't like my Chinese way? Don't ask for Chinese help aru." He pouted.

Adalene shook her head. "We never really asked for your advice though, sir."

"Advice originated in South Korea!" Im Yong Soo piped in.

The Chinese man quickly forgot his hissy fit. "No it didn't!"

When Spencer led America into Mr. Byng's Tech Ed classroom, America's eyes lit up at the sight of the power tools. He walked in, and did a very weird fist pump dance. Spencer laughed, and took a seat, dragging a chair up along side of himself for his companion. "Here you go, Mr. Jones."

"Dude, call me Al. Mr. Jones sounds so formal and boring. Almost like its Artie talking."

"Mr. Kirkland calls you Mr. Jones?"

"He calls me all sorts of stuff. He's kind of… crazy. He sees things."

"Sees things?"

"Like fairies and stuff. I once caught him talking to Captain Hook, even though the wonderful captain wasn't even there."

"Isn't he from Peter Pan?"

"Yep. Artie insisted that I make a movie of it. He thinks I didn't do Captain Hook right, but he doesn't think I do anything right."

"Why is that?"

"He still thinks of me as a little kid. And he's still pissed about that dang Revolutionary War…" he trailed off.

"Wait, how is he mad about it if he wasn't even there?"

America paled, realizing he screwed up. "He's just funny about those things. He has his grudges, and he always keeps them."

"Why is he grudging over a war he didn't fight?"

"Again, he's weird."

"Okay. Well, do you want to help me with my DVD rack? It's our project in here, and it counts for half of our nine weeks grade."

"Nah, I'm going to do something totally so much more awesome than that. Got any chainsaws?"

"Uh, no."

"Well, whatever." America said, and went off to find some wood.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

By the end of the bell, America had created a large statue made of wood.

And the statue was of himself.

As the students and Mr. Byng gawked at it, America beamed. "I made it of me because I'm the hero!" was all he said about it.

He turned to Mr. Byng. "I'll come get it later. Is that alright with you?"

Mr. Byng, still speechless, nodded.

"What? Why didn't you tell me you spoke the language of that stupid Antonio?" Romano snapped when he looked at the door of Ashley's Spanish 1 classroom.

"Do you have something against him or something?"

"I know he's an idiot! I had to live with him for all those years. I thought I'd be rid of him by coming with you! But no, you had to take that stupid language of his!"

"I could've taken French or German."

"Even worse! I hate those German and French idiots! The German sent large mobs of tourists to my country, and they scared my brother half to death!"

"Is there anyone you don't hate?"

"Me! Pretty girls!"

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"No!"

Ashley, already irritated, stomped on his foot.

"CHIGI!" he screamed as Ashley dragged him into the classroom.

He did not enjoy the class however, as Ashley could hear him grumbling about "Stupid Spain," and all sorts of other obscenities.

Ashley Adams and Danielle led their representatives to the French classroom.

"Oh! France is right next to my Big Brother Vash's house! Of course, Vash is silly because he always shoots at Francis when he's travelling to visit Veniziano." Lena said, laughing slightly.

Danielle gasped. "The Swiss guy shoots at the French? I thought he was supposed to be permanently neutral!"

"We are! It's just that Francis is weird sometimes, especially when he's had too much wine. Or at least that's what Vash told me. I have no idea what he does though. Big Brother says I'm too young to know."

Finland smiled. "Trust me, Lena, you don't want to know what some of these representatives do when they party too hard. Especially Francis and Arthur. Speaking of Francis and Arthur, do you hear them yelling next door?" he laughed.

They hadn't entered the classroom yet, so they decided to peek through the window.

Danielle translated some of Francis's insults. "Well, he just said that Mr. Kirkland's face is one that blows off manhole covers… and now he's saying that Mr. Kirkland is a moron. Is this common for them?"

Finland laughed. "Yes." He said, and before things could turn any uglier, he ushered them all in to the French classroom.

Wah, this took so long! To add on that I was at camp last week made it so this took even LONGER. So, in case you hadn't noticed, there are fewer characters mentioned in this chapter than the last one. That is because I am lazy, or I have no idea what class they have, or that they are alone in that class and I have nothing to really make of them and their characters. This may sound kind of hypocritical due to the fact that I made a section where America is alone. But remember the chainsaw scene with Canada? America and Tech Ed had to happen. And Spencer walks out of first bell when I walk in to Tech Ed for second bell (if you're trying to guess which person I am for that contest, this is a hint.) .These missing characters will turn up in future chapters, in classes I actually have with them or in classes I know they have.

Spanish Immersion is a butt ton of fun. Don't worry, you'll see them all together again in chapters 3 and 4 for social studies and enrichment (which is study block pretty much.) Yes, Social Studies (AKA Civics) is in Spanish, which is complicated to explain. Hint for the contest: I am in Spanish Immersion.

Translation notes: Presente means Present. "Hola señora. Yo estoy Antonio Carriedo Hernández de España. Tu estas muy bonita hoy" means "Hello Miss. I am Antonio Carriedo Hernandez of Spain. You look quite lovely today." And I translated that French bit in the insults in the last section.

R&R Please! :D