Okay, who else here is finding the website annoying right now? Cause I am. Anyways, thought I'd get the third chapter up and I hope that by the time I finished this, Fanfiction will have gotten out all the kinks of the system.I know I haven't gotten the start on the Nations going to school yet, but I have to introduce what happened to turn them into teenagers, why their bosses have suddenly decided that they need to go to highschool and see what life is like though an adolescent perspective and ect. I think I should be able to introduce some of the OC characters in the next chapter. I THINK. That means, I'm not certain at all. So anyways, I'm gonna start on this chapter now. But first, I have to do the disclaimer so that I don't get sued or anything similar to that.

Edit: Most of the OCs happen to be sixteen and fifteen, I just realized. Gah... no. Don't start changing your character's age, I'm just being anal about how everyone should be diverse and not grouped into one category. Yes, I am being anal so just ignore my rants. I need more human Ocs than nations, so if you would please go in that direction, it would be much appreciated. Thanks. Oh, and I also need more boys.

As I've said before, I need caucasian ethnicity too! I'm not going to yell at you if they're American, Canadian, European, ect.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I do, however, own MY OCs and the the basic plot of our favorite nations having to go to school. Mwa ha ha ha!

We have to go to high school?

Just as the countries had learned to accept their newly adolescent selves (though there had been complaints about how it was harder to get alcohol due to their own age restrictions) they were now faced with another issue.

They were being forced to attend high school.

In all their infinite wisdom, each and everyone of their bosses decided to make use of the interesting circumstances that had afflicted them for over a week by unanimously deciding that they should attend high school to see what life was like through human eyes. The sudden revelation that had been dropped on them the day before had not been well received by most of the nations. While the fact of having to go to an adolescent educational environment had them staring at their bosses like they were crazy, they were then informed that the school they would be attending was called 'Blue Shore International Academy' which was in Blue Shore, Florida.

In the United States of America.

The countries who didn't have good relations with the personification of America got a stern talking to as to behave themselves as well as the ones who started outwardly complaining about the choice of location (aka England and France). The President of the United States had been kind enough to volunteer to host all of them and they should be grateful for that. After all, who would want to put up with one hundred and ninety plus nations at each others' throats all the time?

The reason as to why they had to attend school was simple: they were continuously endangering their people through their constant arguing and fights. If they were allowed to continue as they were, it would only be a matter of time before they set off World War III, which would be much more devastating in a number of ways than their previous counterparts.

"Can't you do anything to fix this?" France asked the Briton for over the twentieth time. "This is your fault in the first place!"

All the countries had gathered in the World Conference Room the very next day after they were told what was in store for them. They were now discussing their bosses' decision in various sized groups, arguing loudly or heatedly debating whether it was a good idea or not. They were a few who just silently sat in their seats, waiting for predictable Germany to lose his patience and start yelling at everyone to shut the hell up.

Having already put up with phone calls from most of the world both the day before and today, England's normally little patience had been stretched particularly thin.

"FOR THE LAST TIME YOU FUCKING FROG, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST WEEK!" He exploded, wrapping his hands around the annoying french man's throat as he attempted to throttle the life out of him once and for all.

"Stop it you two!" Some unknown force shouted. Said unknown force was trying to force the two apart, but failing miserably.

"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!" Germany's loud and intimidating voice sounded through the room, immediately hushing all discussion and preventing England murdering the man he was currently strangling. "Now that I've gotten your attention, let us discuss this in a civilized manner that is not yelling and strangling," He emphasized this word as he glared at two certain european countries, "each other. Is there anyone who'd like to go first?"

The room broke out into various arguments about how this could not be happening. The normally loud and obnoxious America for once in his life was quiet and keeping to himself, not making ridiculous declarations such as how he was the hero and everyone should listen to him.

"You okay?" It was Philip who came to sit next to him, asking this. "You don't seem like yourself today."

If the others hadn't been busy shouting or being in denial in various ways, they would have noted that the Superpower hadn't once drawn attention to himself.

"Yeah. Just kinda surprised that we're going to one of my schools." He sighed, dropping his head into his arms. It wasn't the fact that it was one of his schools that were chosen, it was the reason as to why it was chosen in the first place but this was something America wasn't about to discuss in the conference room where everyone could over hear him.

Philip raised an eyebrow, concerned. "Funny, thought that you'd be ecstatic about it."

"...yeah." There was about as much enthusiasm in America's voice as there was in a rock.

Philip was silent for a minute before saying, "Let's go to MacDonalds after this. You, me, my sister and anyone else we can grab."

Anything America was going to say was cut off by Germany yelling at the World again.

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Canada was worried about his brother.

Sure, he worried about his southern more obnoxious counterpart whenever he wasn't annoyed at him but this was different. While he was trying to break up a fight between England and France, the practically invisible to the entire world nation had realized that something was missing; America's laughing and egging on the two to fight even more. Giving up on his attempts to stop the two from beating each other to a pulp, he tried to locate his absent brother.

He found America talking to Philip looking, well, not like his usual idiotic grinning self.

Which had him concerned.

America, for the most part, was always irritatingly oblivious by most of the serious issues that took place all over the world. Most of his suggestions (if they could be considered suggestions) basically involved superheroes saving the day or throwing parties to resolve conflict going between two or multiple countries. And then England would hit on the head for his stupidity, initiating a meeting disrupting argument that would always automatically extend to France and then everyone else.

Deciding that Germany could handle the situation by himself, he walked towards the two just in time to hear Philip's suggestion of Macdonalds.

"I-I'll go." Canada said in his soft voice when he came up to them, even though he didn't like MacDonalds that much thanks to America cramming burgers into his mouth at every opportune moment.

His brother barely glanced at him while Philip started in his seat and whirled around to face him, eyes wide with surprise.

"...Canada, you just, uh, get here?" He asked.

Canada nodded. He wished Philip could see past his invisibility like his sister, but he supposed that knowing his name and not mistaking him for his brother was enough.

"Um, yes I did."

"Okay, we got one person. Now we need to find someone else who'll come with us!"

"How about me? I want to come along as well." Said a female voice from behind him.

Philip whirled his seat around and found himself facing a raven haired girl with striking red eyes that was as tall as him. If Prussia looked intimidating with his red eyes then this girl was downright scary and not in a good way either.

"G-Georgia!" Canada trembled. "Er... what are you doing here?"

If there was a female counterpart to Russia, it would be Georgia. Actually, she could be scarier than him. Where as Russia went and scared the living daylights out of others by chanting 'kolkolkolkol', Georgia didn't even have to say a word.

But unlike Russia, she was on good terms with America. Meaning she didn't try to kill/maim him at any given opportunity.

"I noticed that America was not as noisy as he usually is and was curious. I just happened to overhear you."

"Anyone else over hear us?" Philip asked with a deadpan expression. As much as he liked the concept of finding someone so quickly, he didn't appreciate people sneaking up on them. If one my person came up to them out of nowhere, he was going to use his yo-yo and-

"...I did."

"You as well Japan?"

"Yes, a ninja knows how to blend into his surroundings."

"You weren't blending, you were spying. Just admit it."

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America seemed to cheer up when he was taken to the nearest MacDonalds by the other countries, but it was still obvious to those who knew him that something was still bothering him by the way that he didn't down his food within five minutes and immediately get up to get more.

Canada, Japan, Georgia, Philia and Philip all ate their food in silence occasionally glancing at the hero obsessed country before returning to their food.

"America-san..." Japan began since it was obvious that no one was going to say anything.

"Hm?" America stopped chomping down on his burger and looked up, finding everyone staring at him. "What, is there something on my face?"

Japan opened his mouth, then closed it again quite unsure how to proceed with what he was about to say. He looked to the other five countries for help.

Luckily for him, Georgia came to his rescue. "You have not been yourself at the meeting. We were wondering if something happened. It would be best to tell us, right?" The words were said innocently enough, yet there was something in the way she said it that had the others, especially Philia who was sitting right next to her, shivering.

There was silence and America put down his burger as he smiled wryly. "So you guys noticed, huh?"

Philip snorted. "It's kinda hard not to notice something's off when you aren't declaring you're a hero or causing some sort of commotion that sets off a chaotic chain reaction."

"But that's just it." Everyone stared at America. "Everyone expects me to be loud, obnoxious, idiotic, self-centered..." He listed off several other 'negative' traits.

Canada flushed as he realized that most, if not all, of the things his brother was saying had been from him during his three hour rant several years ago.

"-they think I'm an immature, stupid-"

"America." Philip held up his hand. "We get your point."

"But that's not all I am. I mean-" America looked away. "-forget it. Maybe I am all those things."

There was silence as the other countries (except Georgia) glanced at each other to try and get someone to say something. Anything.

"Look America," Philia reached out and touched the Superpower's hand. "I'm not going to deny that those aspects aren't a part of you."

Philip, Japan, and Canada just stared at her. Wasn't she supposed to help people feel better?

"But there is more to you than that. You have good intentions and you always look at the brighter side of things. You always rush to help someone, even if you weren't on good terms with them."

"Then why does everyone hate me?"

"Th-that's not true!" Canada butted in. "Not everyone hates you! I don't hate you." Which was the truth; he was only resentful of the fact that people kept mistaking him for his brother but that didn't really mean he hated America.

"America, you can't make everyone like you. There will always be people who you will clash with, no matter what." Philip sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "That's life, unfortunately."

"And who cares about them?" Georgia smiled, her intimidating aura increasing causing the poor female sitting next to her to shiver. "If they don't like you, you can always hurt them instead and they will regret even disliking you in the first place."

There was silence as everyone tried to inch a bit further away from Russia's counterpart.

"Umm... what we're trying to say is that even if there are people who don't like you, there will also be others who like you for who you are. I like you!" Philia chirped the last part.

The other countries wondered if Philia was even aware of the fact she just confessed she liked him. Or knowing the usually oblivious archipelago, she meant it in a 'we are friends' way.

"You maybe a bit overbearing at times," Which was an understatement on Japan's part as he still remembered America forcing him out from his isolation,"but even so, I would not prefer you as being anything else."

The sides of America's lips tilted upwards and he smiled. It wasn't his usual goofy grinning ones, but it was a start.

He stood up and walked about four feet before turning back to the group. "Well, I'm going to get more burgers. Anyone else want anything? My treat."

While Japan and Canada shook their heads, the Philippine twins and Georgia all demanded that he get them sundaes.

Whoo! I'm done! Yeah, I know that this isn't as good as my previous chapters, but I'm pretty satisfied with this. Anyways, I introduced Georgia. She's an OC country a reader put a profile up on.

Originally, this was going to be a normal high school experience but due to the flummox if... interesting characters *Glares at reviewers* I decided to put supernatural elements in this as well. No, I'm not mad. Just amused. But don't worry for there shall also be normal high school experiences in this story as this is a high school story setting after all.

Anyways, hope you like this chapter! I tweaked ScoutingForGuys (and she gave me permission) idea on America being anxious about how the other countries will view attending a school within his boundaries. Oh, and another thing, Florida is not America's 'Down There' in this story, so no cracking jokes. Seriously. The reason why I picked Florida as a location is because of its beaches. So yeah...