A/N: Phew, last Edit and then I can get back to writing new chapters! :DD I'm not sure if anyone would notice these changes, but I can clear these up for you if you need to know why I may have changed something. One big reason. I read a lot of Gakuen and I like stuff in there so I try to mold mine to be a little like that. xD Although, I assure you, this is /my/ work!

Iceland's POV

"This is gonna be awesome! There hasn't been a big fight like this in so long! At least not with Greece and Turkey," Denmark said happily while we walked into town.

"I don't like any of these fights! It's not like there's any reason behind them but mutual dislike, and that can be sorted out with words, not fists!" Finland said, aggravated.

Norway looked over at him. "Says the one who can beat up Sweden. It's not like you haven't fought before."

"Well, that was different! I had to! My boss made me. Plus, I believed in something, it wasn't just because I disliked someone!" Finland crossed his arms and fell silent.

Sweden nodded. "I 'gree with F'nland."

Denmark rolled his eyes. "Whatever guys! If you don't want to watch the fight, don't! But I am!"

"You just want to get wasted and do drugs with Prussia," Norway said emotionlessly.

Denmark stiffened for a moment and then tried (And failed) to compose himself. "Am not! I mean, yeah, I am gonna hang out with Prussia and get wasted, but drugs? Heh, n-no! No waaay!" Denmark's eyes seemed a little restless.

"Whatever. I really don't care what you do. Just don't come crying to me when you get in trouble for being smashed, dumbass," Norway said breezily. "Me and Iceland aren't going to watch anyway."

I almost didn't realize he'd said that I wouldn't be watching either. "What? Since when am I not watching the fight? I don't remember ever having said that I wouldn't!" Honestly, I really didn't plan to watch it, but I hate it when Norway tries to make decisions for me.

Norway looked at me with his blank blue eyes. "Since I said so. I don't want you there, so you aren't going. I don't want to be there, so neither am I."

I could feel my face burning, and my anger level rose. I was about to explode. Honestly, who did Norway think he was? What right did he have to tell me what to do? Just because he's my older brother, doesn't mean he can choose what I am and am not about to do.

Denmark's eyes widened and his face split into a smile. "Oooh, looks like somebody's not happy with his big bro tellin' him what to do! Aww, Icey, do you wanna be a big boy and go to the fight?" Denmark laughed and turned to Norway. "C'mon, Norge, I could take him to the fight and you wouldn't have to worry about it!"

My temper flared but Norway cut in before I could say anything. "If he goes with you he'll just end up getting stoned or something. I wouldn't trust him with you."

As Mathias began to open his mouth I reached my breaking point.

I glared at my brother with as much acid as possible. "You don't decide what I do anymore, Norway. You're talking about me as if I'm a little kid again, and for your information I'm not. I'm not your stupid little brother who always follows you around anymore, Norway! I'm a teenager, and I can make my own damn choices! If I wanna go to the fight and get high or drunk, I will, and I won't give a damn what you think. And you know what? Maybe I will. You're not the boss of me!" I screamed.

Everyone fell silent as we stood there awkwardly. Finland's eyes were wide and he looked shocked. Sweden had an almost identical expression on his face. Denmark kept looking between me and Norway anxiously. And Norway's face was expressionless. But I could see through that mask. He was shocked like the others at my sudden outburst, but he was also angry. He was angry that I exploded at him, that I decided to rebel against him. Norway isn't a possessive person normally, but with me he thought I was a little kid whose actions needed to be decided for him.

"So you're going then, huh? You're going to get drunk off your ass, and high as hell just like those other dumbasses down there?" Norway pointed to the town. "Fine, do what you want, but when you get in trouble, don't come to me."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Yeah, I am going. Maybe I will get high and drunk like the other dumbasses. But, why the hell would I come to you when anything goes wrong?"

"Because I'm your brother, that's why." Norway kept his face expressionless and cold, but I could tell he was getting even more pissed off.

Denmark, Sweden and Finland looked uncomfortable, and as me and Norway continued arguing Denmark seemed to get the courage to interrupt.

"H-hey, guys, we should really get down there now if we're going to watch! I'm gonna head down there, you guys?"

Norway and I turned to glare at him. I thought for a minute. He obviously doesn't think I'm going to go through with it. And I really want to piss him off . . . It would really enrage him if I went with Mathias, Tino and Berwald . . . If Tino and Berwald even go . . . I've made my decision.

I turned to Denmark. "Hell yes. Let's go."

Denmark looked at Lukas awkwardly and apologetically, and we made our way down to the fight while he just stood there. When I looked back, he wasn't there.

England's POV

I had to walk down to the fight with the Frog, since America had dragged Canada to town hours ago, because he'd wanted to buy snacks. Baka. Prussia and Spain joined us, with their entourage consisting of Feliciano, Ludwig, and Lovino. Apparently Roderich and Elizabeta were supposed to be joining us too, but they decided to go to the music room instead.

Francis slung an arm around my shoulders. "So, mon amie, are you staying with us the whole night?" He winked and laughed in that irritating nasal laugh.

"No, I am not." I tried moving his arm off my shoulder, but it was futile. "I do have friends, you know."

He and the other two laughed. "Aww, don't be so teasing Francis," Antonio said, still laughing.

"Ve, Ludwig, why is staying the night with them so funny? I'd spend the night with big brother France~!" Feliciano said naively.

Ludwig face-palmed. "Italy, they aren't talking about it like that . . ."

The North Italian looked confused. Lovino, who I had almost forgotten was here because of his uncharacteristic silence, looked at his brother in irritated wonder. "They mean have sex, dumbass!"

Italy's confused look went away. "Oh, I see now! Like what you and me do, Lu—" Germany's hand covered Italy's mouth and he looked around nervously.

I rolled my eyes. It was obvious that they were together. Even without hearing their sex from three doors down. If it wasn't for that, I would've gotten a full night's sleep every night. There was no need for Germany to be so conservative.

Gilbert snickered. "What, West? You don't want you big bro and my friends to know about your sex-life? How cute!"

Ludwig glared at him. "Shut up, Bruder." Gilbert snickered again.

I looked ahead of us, trying to find some other people to hang out with. It's not like I dislike the Italies or Germany very much, but I can't stand to be around them and the Bad Touch Trio for too long.

I noticed the Nordics having a fight. I would've talked to Norway or something, but I didn't want to get in the middle of that. I noticed Romania bothering other people with his pranks. The African countries were all together walking excitedly to the fight. I saw Japan, China, South Korea, Hong Kong and Taiwan sitting on a bench, with Im Yong Soo annoying Yao while Kiku, Mei, and Kaoru watched amusedly. I decided not to go with them either. I continued scanning the crowd as we walked, ignoring the others go on about something they seemed to find interesting.

Finally, after about ten minutes of looking, someone came up to me. "Hello, Arthur."

I looked to my right and saw Norway, alone. "Hello, Lukas. Where're the other Nordics?" I asked, confused. I stopped walking, letting the Bad Touch Trio and their groupies pass me.

Lukas nodded in the direction of the crowd. "They already went down to town."

I nodded, still a little confused. "Not to pry or anything, but, why aren't you with them?"

"We had a fight. Me and Emil had a fight. He decided to go to the fight, I didn't want to. Nothing serious, he's just trying to be rebellious." Lukas looked me in the eyes and smirked. "You know what that's like though, don't you Arthur?"

I laughed. "Oh, yeah. Always trying to make their own decisions and such. Yeah, I know how that is. So, you don't want to attend the fight, then?" I was a little glad I suppose. I wasn't too keen on going to a brawl. They never really amused me.

"Not particularly. Although, going to town would be more fun than sitting somewhere on campus, I suppose." Norway began to walk towards the crowd and I joined him. "Where would you like to go?"

I shrugged. I never hung out with Norway much, and when we did, it was usually to have someone to talk to about our magical friends, who nobody but us ever seemed able to see. Occasionally Romania would join us.

"We could . . . Go to a café?"

Norway nodded. "Okay." We walked in an awkward silence for a few minutes as we passed the fight area.

A lot of other school fights happened over there. It was right in between a popular café and the forest that surrounded the small village. The clearing that it was held in was a good size, easily enough to accommodate most of the school, though some people had to stand just outside it, depending upon the amount of people who attended. The café workers almost never noticed the fights going on, since it was such a popular place. The crowd was filling into the makeshift arena while we passed.

Norway turned his head from the arena and said disgustedly, "I don't see why everyone gets so pumped about a stupid fight."

I shrugged, still looking in the direction of the crowd. I noticed Romania prancing around, looking for people to annoy. He looked up and saw Lukas and I, and ran over to us. "Hey, guys! Watcha doing?"

"We're going to the café, Dragomir," Lukas responded casually.

"Aww, you really wanna miss the fight?" Dragomir looked somewhat disappointed, but then began to laugh. "I think I'll bail, too. I placed a little too much in a bet, and if I lose, I'm not too keen on them finding me. Room for one more Magic Club member?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, why not. Who started the bet?"

"Oh, heh, Prussia I think. He's got Antonio, Francis and your brothers trying to get more people to place bets, and I got a little too cocky. So, are we seriously going to the café?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with the café?" Lukas asked as we began walking again.

Dragomir shrugged. "Well, it's just so boring. We could go to a pub, or the Magyck Shoppe. That'd be more interesting . . ."

I thought for a minute. "I have an idea." The other two regarded me curiously. "Well, I'm fairly familiar with this area, and I know of a spot in the woods . . . We could go there."

"Would that be interesting enough for you, Romania?" Lukas asked sarcastically, his eyes showing a little sign of humor.

Romania, who clearly hadn't noticed the sarcasm in Lukas' bland voice, considered. "Well, a walk in the woods is always fun, especially at night." It had indeed begun to get dark, which always peaked the interest of any Magic Club member. "Yeah, seems good enough. Lead the way, Eyebrows!"

My eyelid twitched at the nickname. We walked to the edge of town opposite from the arena, and I focused my mind on getting my fey friends to come and help me find the entrance that we'd found at the end of last year.

A faint golden light came up through a barely visible path and hovered in the air, showing me that one of my friends, Riona, was here to help me.

Lukas squinted his eyes. "Is that one of your fey folk?"

I nodded and beckoned him and Dragomir to follow us through the dark forest.

Spain's POV

Me and Francis (along with Arthur's older brothers, who I have to admit, scared the hell out of me) took in the last bets of the night and went back to Gilbert, who was going back and forth between Sadik and Heracles, saying words of encouragement.

"Hey, Gil!" I shouted, waving my money wads at him. He looked up with his trademark smirk and walked over. Arthur's brothers gave us the money from the bets and left, probably to go to a pub before the fight.

"Awesome! This fight's gonna be great! And, with all this money, we'll be set for weeks!"

Francis grinned. "We even have more money than Abel, and he's selling those drugs like they're going out of style."

We laughed. "Now that you mention it, Francis . . . We'd better get us some of that before he shuts down for the night," Prussia said. I scanned the crowd for Netherlands, and saw him near the side of the arena, shadowed by the trees.

"Jeez, now he really looks like a stereotypical drug-dealer, huh?" I said softly as we made our way towards him. "Still, he's a pretty cool guy."

He looked up at us with his narrowed amber eyes. He still didn't like me as much as Francis and Gilbert, so I stayed behind the others. "What?"

"Hey, Abel. You still got any stuff?" Prussia asked.

Netherlands nodded and took a few bags out of his pocket. "Which type?"

"Erm, what do you have . . ?" Prussia asked.

Netherlands looked at the bags (Which were neatly labeled, I noticed) and said as he flicked through them, "Cannabis, Ecstasy, LSD, and 'Shrooms."

We exchanged looks. Prussia silently asked which ones we would rather have, and Francis and I shrugged. Gilbert looked back at Abel. "We'll have some . . . 'Shrooms."

Netherlands nodded. "They're pretty popular tonight. Them and LSD. The Cannabis isn't selling as much as usual." He looked up and noticed how we really didn't care. He gave us a half-smile. "That's . . . 10 bucks." He held out his hand.

I pulled the money out of my pocket and put it in his hand. He gave a small bag to Francis and shooed us away. We walked off nervously.

"He can be so sketchy . . ." Francis said, glancing back at him and shuddering.

Prussia shrugged. "Well, he is a drug dealer. What do you expect?"

We laughed, regaining our spots in the front of the crowd. Greece and Turkey already had their fists raised, and were circling each other, looking for a good spot to punch.

"C'mon already!" Prussia yelled with his hands cupped around his mouth. Everyone else began to cheer too, and soon the fight really began.

It heated up pretty quickly after Sadik roundhouse kicked Heracles, Chuck Norris-style. (Which, America alerted everyone to the moment it happened) Heracles kneed Sadik in the stomach, and punched his jaw as Sadik clutched his middle. Sadik gave a roar of anger and tackled Heracles to the ground, straddling his waist and socking him in the mouth a dozen times before he was thrown off.

They were both breathing heavily by now, and the air was thick with tension and testosterone. Prussia passed me and Francis a Shroom each, and we ate them silently, eyes fixated on the fight. Heracles ran at Sadik, but the Turk easily sidestepped and held out his fist to hit Heracles' face as he passed. Heracles looked at Sadik with rage, wiping his bloody nose off with his arm. Sadik grinned and circled the edge of the makeshift arena. Heracles spotted his chance and jumped onto the Turk's back and wrapped his arms around Sadiks neck.

The Turk tried to throw Sadik off, but was too tired from his earlier actions and failed. His knees hit the ground, and he started gasping for breath. Heracles grinned in triumph as Sadik passed out.

The nations in the crowd went wild, happy that their bet won or disappointed that they lost. A few people, including Gupta and Kiku, went up to Greece and Turkey to see if they were okay or to congratulate them.

The crowd mainly dispersed, but the countries mostly stayed in town, with only a few exceptions.

Gilbert, Francis and I went to the closest bar we could, our Fake IDs ready to use.

I hope to get out another chapter within a few weeks, but as I've recently been assigned 3 essays in one class, a project in another, and then Midterms coming up, I may not find time. Then again, I am esdily distracted by boring things. So I might update. Who knows? xD

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