In another class, art class to be specific, were five more of the exchange students. Just by looking you could tell who was meant to be the leader. The way he was standing in front of the other four with his hands on his hips like a superhero.
Ms. Dipingere tapped on the board, to signal to the class to settle down.
"Our school has been given the honor to be the host school for exchange students from all across the world, and even a few from our own continent," she smiled brightly before allowing them to introduce themselves.
The first to step up was, unsurprisingly, the supposed leader. He was quite... loud.
My name is Alfred F Jones! I'm from Washington and I am here to be the Hero!" he exclaimed. He was wearing a brown bomber jacket, with a large number "50" at the back. There was a yellow star at the front and he was wearing a tan uniform of some sort.
The class remained silent, not really knowing what to say to that. Alfred didn't seem to notice, and if he did then he didn't care.
"Oh shut up, Alfred." A man with short dirty blonde hair walked forward. He had piercing green eyes under bushy eyebrows. Surprisingly, his eyebrows were black-ish whereas his hair was blonde."My name is Arthur Kirkland. I am from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Or the UK, as most people call it." He told the class. He wore a green military over shirt and pants. He stepped back. Another person stepped forward. He wore his hair in a ponytail that was draped over his shoulder. He wore a green military uniform with a red badge wrapped around his arm. He had glossy, golden eyes that had a sense of knowing to them.
"My mane is Yao Wang. I am from China-aru." He stepped back and the most girly looking of the group stepped forward. This man wore a stark blue military jacket and cloak, over red pants. He had blue eyes, and firm yet calm features.
"Bonjour, my friends. My name is Francis Bonnefoy, and I am from France." He stepped back with a flourish. The last man in this group stepped forward and looked around with a childish smile." My name is Ivan Braginsky. I am from Mother Russia." He wore a long gray coat over dark gray breeches tucked into boots. He had lavender colored eyes and a childish smile. His hair was an ash color.
As the rest of the class settled down, a young girl looked up from her DS in the back. This girl wore a black, thre-quarter sleeved black shirt, and jeans with two white stripes running down the legs. Her bright, intelligent golden eyes had bronze streaks in them. A pair of glasses sat on her nose, and her favorite boots covered her feet. A large case was placed under the chair she was sitting in. Her sensitive ears hurt slightly from the yelling of Alfred, and her already short temper was rising.

"Would you kindly shut up?! I am getting tired of listening to you." She told Alfred after listening to him for about an hour. Alfred looked shocked that anyone had told him that.
The Englishman smirked, glad that someone actually told Alfred to be quiet.
Ms Dipingere, however, frowned at the girl's behavior. Though inside she agreed, she could not tolerate something like this.
'Nikole, another outburst like that and I will be sending you to the principal,' she snapped. Nikole shrugged and continued playing with her DS. Ms Dipingere pursed her lips but said nothing. The game console would die eventually. Little did she know, the game system was plugged in and charging.
Alfred was laughing off the words he had heard, while his friends were laughing. They have said that many times.
Ms Dipingere turned to the boys "You can all take a seat at any empty desk. There is no seating plan so you will have to be here first if you want that seat again."
She turned on her heel and ignored the group. Alfred and the others took seats by Nikole. Yao and Ivan sat on two sides of Nikole, while Arthur sat in front of her with Alfred and Francis next to him. "I am surprised she didn't send you straight to the principal. I heard that Ms. Dipingere has a rather short temper." Arthur told Nikole. "I'm not. She is used to me. I am usually the first person to tell people to be quiet. Not her, and she gets a little annoyed at that." Nikole replied in a dry tone. Soon thereafter, the bell rang for second hour. "What class do you have, Nikole?" Arthur asked her. "I have Jazz Band. That's what this is for. It's my Tenor Sax. Are any of your friends in band?" Nikole asked him. The blond looked thoughtfully, then replied, "Yes. I believe Ludwig and Kiku are in band." "Cool. What instruments do they play?" "Ludwig plays the trumpet and Kiku plays the piano." "Okay. See you at lunch." and with that, Nikole walked to the band room.
With Sakura, Adria, and Larch, the bell had just rang, and they had been talking quietly with Abel, Roderich, Elizabeta, Lili, and Vash. Adria and Roderich were talking about music while Sakura and Elizabeta were talking about their favorite anime. Lili was reading a book and Vash was talking with Larch and Abel.