Copyright©: I do not own Hetalia.

A/N-just so you know, this is not one of those fics where the countries are people, Russia and the Baltic States are still Russia and the Baltic States.

September 10th, 2010, Russia's house

Y-you wanted u-us R-Ru-Russia?" one of the two shaking men asked the colossal man in front of them.

"Da~" Russia smiled at them "where is Latvia, Toris?" the young man he was addressing gulped.

"H-he's in America, remember?"

"Oh, that's right~. Ukraine told me he needed more time with people his age. I don't think she trusts Sealand…" Russia added, and frowned thoughtfully. "Wonder why~…"

The other trembling man swiftly looked at his watch.

"Oh! Look at the time! I h-have to go!" Lithuania gave him the "You're bailing on me again Estonia?" look.

Just as he was turning to leave, he felt a massive hand crush down on his shoulder. Estonia whimpered.

"I'm afraid that you must kindly offer me your help on doing an extremely horrid task."

The two other men gaped at him as their knees began to shake. "Horrid?" they thought in unison.

Russia nodded as if he had read their mind. "Come with me."

The three men walked down the hall with an awkward silence looming over them.

"Here it is!" the other two men frowned. It was just a normal door. Lithuania reached over and grabbed the doorknob.

"Well we better get this over wi-AAAAAAAH!"

As he opened the door, thousands of letters shot out of the room. They flowed over the three man like powerful waves, knocking them to the ground.

"R-Russia!" Estonia yelled as he emerged from the gigantic pile of mail "how long have it been since you checked your mail?"

"Perhaps a couple of years…" Estonia found the courage to look at him sarcastically. "Fine, I haven't checked it in Five decades."

"F-five decades?" this time it was Lithuania, having taken the full blast of the letters, he was still quite dizzy. "You could have missed something important in five decades!"

Russia smiled at him "Not likely, this is the mail that is sent to my human name. I read all the mail that is sent to "Russia"."

"Still…." Lithuania mumbled.

(-)

Latvia shivered. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to gather some mental support.

What was Ukraine thinking sending him to a high school in a place where he barely spoke the language? He was now standing at the front of the class, shaking like crazy.

"Students, this is Raivis Galante," the teacher said in a soft voice. "He's a transfer student from Latvia, I hope that you'll be kind enough to help him get his bearings until he gets used to the school."

The teacher turned to Latvia "Would you like to tell us anything about yourself?"

Latvia kept his eyes where on the ground, but he could still feel the twenty pairs of eyes on him.

He didn't like this.

He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the ground.

The teacher frowned as if she suspected a different reply. "Oh, all right then, there's an empty seat over there."

He missed Sealand.

Latvia carefully walked to the seat the teacher had pointed to, and sat down. The chair was hard and cold, as if the school wanted him to feel even more uncomfortable.

He wanted to go home, to his own country.

A pale girl with contrasting short, black hair sitting next to him looked his way and smiled warmly.

The sight was terrifyingly familiar.

Latvia let out a blood-curling scream, and jumped so high he fell of his chair.

Another chapter, I'm having a lot of fun coming up with this story, please tell me if you want me to keep writing.

~~ j-chan