Hi guys...I basically gave up trying to write fanfiction, but I kept getting notifications of people wanting me to continue these stories...so I am. It might take a while for my steam to be built up on them again so be patient okay. My life has been totally taken up by work, home life, and school. But don't worry I'll do my best to keep going!

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" FRANCE! Do you have my batman pjs?!" America screamed across the little apartment him and France had moved into. The college was around the corner and it seemed like a perfect place to look for the missing Brit.

" Non! And for the last time, keep your sweaty American shoes out of bathroom! They stink up the place."

" Sorry..." America busied himself with making a sandwich before settling down on the tiny sofa that took up most of the living room. Tonight was the midnight special of Doctor Who and America was looking forward to it. He knew that somewhere England was doing the exact same thing.

" You're watching that horrible English Tv show again?" France piped up from the kitchen.

" It's not horrible and it happens to be my favorite television show besides the Justice League!

" Merde, no need to get touchy. Don't you think we should be making a plan for tomorrow?" France was leaning over the bar towards America, who seemed to be absorbed in the TV show.

" What? Why?" Francis sighed and walked towards the American. He stopped in front of America and stole the remote right from his hand.

" What!?" America tried to grab it but from his position from the sofa he couldn't reach the remote.

" Tomorrow! It's Monday tomorrow! The first day of our College Transfer!" America's eyes bulged.

" Holy shit! I forgot!" America jumped up from the couch and pushed France backwards.

" Hey! These are quality silks! Be careful!" France smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on his imported pink silk nightgown.

" Ok Franny." America pulled the closet open and grabbed a calendar off the top shelf. He flipped to today and set a timer on his phone. " Okay... Tomorrows Monday so the classes I have are English and chemistry. Not too bad... FRANCE!" America yelled again.

" What do you want now?" France stomped around the corner and glared at America.

" How do we find our classes?" France rolled his eyes.

" Did you listen to Germany at all yesterday?" America's face turned red and France sighed again. " Well, sense you missed the meeting apparently, I'll tell you. England or Arthur is the student body president at the College were going to be attending tomorrow, and it's his job to show the new transfer students their classes. Also because we're not from the country, he will have to show us the surrounding area. "

" That's cool it's like he's our personal navigator."

" Exactly!"

America shoved France out of the way and excitedly ran down the hall to his room. Even though the paint was pealing and there was a bit of mould in the corner there was plenty of room for his Avengers posters.

He rummaged around his dresser for a minute before coming upon a picture of England. It was right before their annual summer vacation. Even though England had his trademark glare pointed at the camera his eyes were bright and you could tell that he was happy to be there.

" Why would you want to disappear?" America murmured before sticking the picture back in the drawer. He grabbed the clothes he's be wearing tomorrow before diving into his bed. " I'll save you England."

France peeked around the door frame to find that America had dozed off . He flicked off the light and shook his he's before heading towards his own room.

" Amerique saving someone from themselves is going to be harder than you think. Que Dame chance soit avec vous..."

The apartment was quiet.

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So how was my comeback I guess? Sorry for the super long wait by the way.

France said "may Lady Luck be with you" if you were wondering.

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I don't own Hetalia or Doctor Who or pink imported silk onesies...