A/N: And another one! I am so proud of myself. This one is a special two parter.
I've been trying to get more characters who haven't had as much time in the story in this one.
By the way, If there is a canon pairing you would like to see in the story please tell me. So far I have only received requests for USUK, FrUK, Prucan, Spamono, FranceXSpain and Giripan. Just so you know I'm not going to take these relationships anywhere past 'mildly platonic,' since that's how they're handled in the original manga. And I can have multiple pairings between canon so don't think I'm making a one pairing limit here. My only exception do that would be something that didn't make sense at all (like GreeceXIceland.)
ALL HAIL THE CANON TEXT!
Also if any of you would like a more detailed description of the school, I'm up for that too.
-Please Enjoy
PROLOGUE
"Hello, my name is Bhutan," said Bhutan. He blinked his dark eyes, and stared straight ahead, his gaze unwavering. "This is a story about me, and the one who is dear to me."
"Alright class! Welcome to your first class at the World Academy," said Egypt. He looked around at the large crowd of Freshman who were all squished together in the classroom. Most of them were trying to keep their eyes open and looked ready to go back to bed. Egypt frowned but still tried to keep his tone upbeat. "I know your all very excited, but please contain yourself."
"Oh god I'm already bored," Czech sighed, laying her head down on top of her books.
"You should pay attention," Philippines scolded. "Egypt used to be one of the greatest empires ever,"
"That doesn't make this anymore interesting," Czech grumbled, her eyes drooping closed.
"What we will be doing in this class," said Egypt. "...Is testing your leadership skills, and abilities to cooperate with your fellow nations. It's a valuable skill that will hopefully make your lives much easier in the future."
He turned around a wrote something on the black board. He stepped back so the whole class could see what it said.
"UN Meeting, Simulation."
This made the young nations perk up a bit.
"A simulation?" Samoa whispered excitedly to her friend Morocco. "That sounds like a lot of fun!"
"Have you seen my pencil?" Morocco hissed back. "It was here a second ago."
Samoa passed Morocco her own pencil and turned back to face the front of the class.
"You will all participate in a mock meeting," said Egypt. "So the first thing I want you to do is elect a moderator. They will be in charge of making sure the meeting runs smoothly."
"Oh! Me! ME ME ME ME ME ME!" yelled Maldives. "Can I be moderator?"
"No way!" said Sicily. "I'm obviously the best choice for a moderator."
"You couldn't moderate a fruit salad," said Singapore.
"You got a death wish?" yelled Sicily.
And just like that the entire classroom broke out into a large battle over who would hold the grand role of moderator.
"So much for world peace," Lebanon sighed. He was seated in-between Nigeria, who at the moment, was trying to pull Maldives back into her own chair.
"Oh for Ra's sake," Egypt sighed. "I'll pick the moderator."
He scanned the room looking for a nice, quiet, well behaved student.
His eyes landed on Czech Republic, who was fast asleep.
"You!" he shouted. "You'll do perfectly!"
"What now?" Czech sputtered, her head snapping back up.
"You will be the moderator," Egypt said, patting her on the shoulder.
"Am I now?..." Czech mumbled, her head slowly sinking back onto the desk. "How exciting."
"With that settled," said Egypt. "Let the meeting begin, your topic is current day environmental issues and how to handle them."
"Environmental Issues?" Costa Rica practically jumped out of her chair in excitement.
"You have a half an hour," said Egypt as he placed a timer on his desk. "I'll be back in that amount of time, and you can give me your solutions."
With that Egypt walked out of the classroom, leaving the Freshman completely unsupervised. Not a very bright decision on Egypt's part.
"Nigeria, what's an environmental issue?" Maldives whispered. "Does it involve snacks?"
"Ughh..." Nigeria fought the urge to begin banging her head on her desk. Her forehead was red enough as it was.
"Alright! Here's my idea," said Costa Rica standing up. This was her big chance to show the world what she was capable of. After-all, the Environment was her forte.
"A lot of environmental issues stem from things people do that are troublesome in the first place," she said. "Take plastic bags for example, they're always-"
"Question!" Morocco interrupted. "Which country are you from?"
"Uh...Costa Rica," said Costa Rica.
"Never heard of it," said Morocco, "Are you a newer country?"
"Well, No...I've been around for at least 400 years now," said Costa Rica, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. "But that's not what's important right now-"
"What do people in Costa Rica do?" asked Lebanon curiously. "You sound Spanish? are you friends with Spain?"
"Is this relevant to the topic?" Costa Rica demanded.
"I have an idea!" said Philippines. "We could invent new appliances that run on only heat."
"How exactly do you propose we design these stunning new appliances?" Singapore asked sarcastically.
"Get Germany to engineer it?"
"Wait!" Costa Rica said. "You're going about this the wrong way! I have the healthiest environment on earth, I know what I'm talking about."
"SILENCE!" yelled Czech Republic. She swiped Morocco's newly acquired pencil and held it up for all to see.
"This is the talking stick," she said. "Who ever has the talking stick may speak."
It was silent for a moment as everyone waited for her to present the pencil to someone. However, Czech Republic merely continued to nap on her desk.
"Uh...aren't you going to give that to someone?" Nigeria asked.
"Do you have the talking stick Nigeria?" Czech Republic asked.
"No..."
"Well then wait until I finish my turn,"
She continued to snooze away, while everyone shot each-other confused looks.
"I think she's just doing this so we're quiet while she naps," Guyana muttered.
At the back of the classroom sat two other nations who were all but invisible to the other nations around them.
"Was it this bad when you took this class?" Montserrat asked Canada quietly.
"No...it was worse," Canada sighed.
A Half an Hour Later...
"Hello Class," Egypt said as he opened the door and strode back into the classroom. "How did the meeting go?"
There was a collective groan for the class, which was harmonized by some angry muttering and a loud "It Sucked!" from Singapore.
"Well...did you come up with any solutions?" Egypt asked, his heart sinking.
Czech Republic stood up and cleared her throat. "We the United Nations," she started, making sure everyone was listening. "...Have decided to ignore the problem and hope that it will eventually solve itself."
Egypt stood there staring at the class before him.
This year he had hoped, he had hoped for one shining moment this class may have proved to be a productive, friendly, cooperative class, who would work with all of their hearts to bring peace to their nation.
He gave a long sigh before saying, "Yep...that's the conclusion everyone always comes to...A+..."
It was terribly quiet as Egypt let that sink in.
"Hurray! We all passed!" Maldives yelled.
Meanwhile...
"Excuse me?" England said. "I'm looking for a little nation, she's about that tall, dark brown hair, have you seen her?"
"Sorry," said Finland. "I haven't, but I'll keep an eye out."
"Thank you," England sighed. He checked Finland off of his list of people to ask. "Damn...Where could she have wandered off too?" England muttered. He had already searched the student lounge and freshman hallways, and was now resorting to running around and asking random people. Usually if it were any of his other territories he wouldn't have worried so much, and it wasn't even Montserrat's Panphobia that worried him.
If Northern Ireland found out what he'd done...
"Hey England!" America yelled running up behind him, waving a sheet of paper back in forth in the air. "I made some missing posters,"
"You made some what?" England raised one of his thick eyebrows as America shoved the piece of paper into his hands.
"You dimwit!" England yelled. "She's not a lost puppy! and you spelled her name wrong." He glanced at the poster again.
"What's more that drawing of her is absolutely atrocious! It's just a scribble!"
"No it's not!" America yelled, pulling the paper back. "See look, there are her hands, and those are her eyes."
"Why does she only have one eye?"
"No, your looking at her ears."
"Why does she only have one ear?"
"I didn't have any room for another one."
"Urghhhh!" England growled. He ran his hand through his hair and tried to think straight. He was sure he'd asked America to watch her for him, and while America definitely was the type to forget such things, Montserrat was not the type to simply wander off from a meeting place without the person she was supposed to meet.
"What if I asked someone else by mistake?" England suddenly exclaimed. "I mean maybe I asked someone I thought was you,"
"Maybe," said America. "But who on earth could you mistake for me? A hero like me doesn't get mistaken for others often!" he laughed.
"Hmm...Who could it have been..." England wondered.
Right behind the two nations Cuba and Puerto Rico walked by.
"Hey, did you see Canada walking around with that little English territory?" Cuba asked. "For a minute I thought it was America, you really can't tell those two apart."
"I know," Puerto Rico agreed. "I even get the two mixed up when America takes me to UN meetings,"
"Poor Canada," Cuba laughed. "It would suck getting mistaken for an idiot like America all the time."
The passed by England and America laughing loudly and continuing to insult the North American super power.
"Well I can't think of anyone," England sighed. "It was just a hunch anyway."
"Oye! Eejit!" England froze and looked over his shoulder, to see a tall gloomy looking nation walking towards him.
"Bollocks! It's Northern Ireland!" he hissed. "Quick! Act natural!"
"What does Natural look like?" America asked.
"Wha-AMERICA!" England shouted smacking his friend in the head. "Could you be any more stupid!"
"What are the two of ye doing over her in the Freshman halls?" Northern Ireland asked suspiciously.
"Oh! North! Hello!" England laughed nervously. "Fancy seeing you here,"
"Yeah, what he said!" America laughed a little too loudly and a few other nations turned to look at him curiously.
Northern Ireland stared at them blankly for a moment. "...Yeah...Look I wanted to ask you about something?"
"S-Sure! Fire away!" England stammered.
"It's about Montserrat, I just wanted to know how she was doing. I haven't seen her yet, and I know she was so nervous about starting," he looked down as he said this. Whenever he needed to ask England about Montserrat his tone was always much gentler, which of course meant that whenever England did something that upset Montserrat, North immediately turned hostile.
"Oh! She's fine!" England laughed. "She's off having classes, totally over all of her nerves."
"Really?" North looked surprised. "Th-That's great then!" he smiled just a little bit. "I have to admit, I was kind of worried ye were going to forget her or something and she'd be all alone on her first day, but if you say the lass is feeling chipper then I guess I owe you a thank you."
"Yeah, yeah that's great!" England snapped. "Now why don't you go to class or something."
North frowned and looked confused, but then sighed and gave England a scowl. "Yeah, yeah I hear you," he sighed.
And he would've have left, and that would have been the end of it.
However a little scrap of paper on the ground next to America caught Northern Ireland's attention. "What's this?" he asked picking it up.
"No don't!" England yelled. But it was too late, for North had already read the misspelled message on the top and was staring at the pitiful scribble of his only (self proclaimed) territory.
He looked at England with a blank expression on his face.
"Uh...North...are you alright?" England asked tentatively.
Northern Ireland didn't answer, but continued to stare at England.
"Maybe we broke him..." America whispered in England's ear.
And then Northern Ireland exploded.
"TÁ MÉ AG DUL CHUN MHARÚ AGAT, SASANA!" he roared grabbing England by his collar.
"Ireland! Calm down!" England stammered.
"Is that English he's speaking?" America wondered, having never heard the Gaelic language before.
"YE LET A LITTLE LASS LIKE MONTSERRAT GET LOST AT THIS SCHOOL! HOW DAFT ARE YE!"
"It's not as bad as it sounds!" said England.
"Don't think just because ye've conquered me in the past, I can't break yer kneecaps." Northern Ireland said in a low and dangerous voice, that caused both England and America to gulp.
"Now!" said Northern Ireland. "The two of you eejits are going to find help me find her, and if she is has so much as hair in the wrong place, lord help me I will tear out your vital regions one by one."
"Wait! What did I do?" America demanded.
"Ye drew a bloody ugly picture of my colony," yelled North. "Now move!" He stormed off down the hall.
It was quiet for a second, and America looked at England.
"A-are you okay?" he asked.
"Fine..." England sighed. "Ughh...Now he's out to kill me too, he really needs to learn how to take a chill pill." While it was true England was the stronger between him and Ireland, he couldn't help but feel intimidated by his elder brother. Probably had something to do with his screwed up childhood.
"Why does everyone in your family hate your guts?" America asked. England shot him a nasty look.
"You liked me just fine when you were little," he grumbled.
"Psh, whatever," America laughed, earning himself an angry glare from England. "Jeez, calm down, I was kidding."
"Git," England grumbled.
The two continued to stand there awkwardly for a moment. Trying to find some way to defuse the tension.
"Uh...England?" America asked.
"What?" England snapped.
"N-nothing I was just going to say that-"
"THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE SEARCHING FOR MONTSERRAT!" North shouted, reminding the two nations about the dangerous threat they had just been issued.
"Aghh! Sorry, Coming!" England shouted, dashing down the hall.
"Y-yeah...," America stammered, and quickly followed suite.
Meanwhile...
"So yeah...this is where we have lunch and stuff," Canada said quietly as he and Montserrat entered the school's central courtyard.
Montserrat's eyes were wide as she gazed around at the various places one could obtain food. Everywhere she looked was a different stand for a different type of cuisine.
"Who knew there were so many different types of food?" she said incredulously.
"There's a lot of different countries out there," said Canada. "We all have our different tastes, so it's only natural we'd have a lot of options."
Montserrat couldn't help but feel her mouth water when she inhaled all the new smells. It had been a day or so since she'd last eaten, what with all the chaos with Belarus and Russia.
"How about that stand," she said, pointing at a place that looked to be serving Bratwurst.
Canada wrinkled his nose and stared at her. "You want to eat there?" he asked. It definitely wouldn't have been his first choice. Especially since he could see a stand with a giant stack of pancakes and a pitcher of maple syrup.
"Not that I have any problem with Germany, but their wurst usually isn't the best." said Canada.
"It looks delicious..." said Montserrat dreamily, eyeing the greasy sausages.
"Yep, you're definitely an English territory," said Canada.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
On the other side of the courtyard Sicilly was picking up a gallon of Pasta.
"Can you eat that all on your own?" Czech Republic asked sleepily as she nibbled on some pork dumplings.
"Yesh," said Sicily through a mouthful of pasta, and before Czech Republic could even blink the entire plate of spaghetti was gone.
"H-how did you do that?" Czech Republic gaped.
Sicily appeared not to have heard her, "Ughh...I need some more, I'm still hungry," she said getting up from her seat next to Czech.
"Vee! Sorella! Sorella!" came an airy voice. Czech Republic looked and saw a spacey looking brunette guy, with an odd curl, waving at the two of them.
"Do you know that guy?" she asked.
"Buongiorno Fratello!" Sicily exclaimed, running to embrace her brother.
"Veeee! It's nice to see you! You're looking well," Italy smiled patting his little sister on the head.
"How are you doing?" Sicily asked. "Is anyone being mean to you?" she glared around at the room, daring anyone to bully her favorite fratello.
"Vee! Nope, Everyone has been super nice here. This place is so wonderful, specially since it's in my home," the two chattered on and on about Pasta and Art and Pasta and Gelato and Pasta and Pasta, and whatever else Italians love, and did I mention the pasta?
"I'm beginning to wonder if their obsession with pasta is really healthy or not," came a gruff voice behind Czech Republic.
"HOLY CRAAAP!" she shrieked, jumping three feet in the air. She spun around to see a stern looking blonde guy standing behind her.
"D-Don't do that!" she sighed, sinking back down in her seat. "God! You made me think it was 1939 again and you were ripping my country up,"
"I said I was sorry about that, no need to keep bringing it up" said Germany, eyes going downcast. "But you seem to be doing much better now then you were then,"
"Only 'cause you and Russia finally stopped tossing me around," she huffed, folding her arms.
Historical Explanation
Back in the 1850's Czech Republic was nothing more than a tiny congregation of nations that lived inside the Austro-Hungarian empire. However, when the Austro-Hungarian fell in 1918 she rose and declared herself her the nation of Czechoslovakia.
Back then, Ms. Czechoslovakia was much more...shall we say...energetic.
"Look Mr. Poland!" Czechoslovakia said eagerly as she approached her big brother. "I've become my own nation, I'm going to be the best country in the whole world."
She waved her little arms around frantically, trying to demonstrate how excited she felt. "I can take anybody on! I'll be bigger than the Mongolian Empire before bedtime!"
"That's like great little sis," Poland smiled, patting her head. "Just remember to like keep a good tab on what's like going on in your country, or other people will like totally take advantage of you."
"Alright, I'll remember," Czechoslovakia smiled.
Twenty Years Later
"You know, looking back I probably should've heeded that advice better," Czechoslovakia sighed.
"No talking!" Germany yelled.
"I'm Sorry..." Czechoslovakia sniffed.
In 1938 Czechoslovakia was having a lot of inner turmoil amongst her people, while also trying to dodge Hungary's attempts to reclaim the nation.
Germany saw this and thought it would be a good time to try and claim her territories, since Czechoslovakia was so preoccupied with other things.
He said, "Give me Sudetenland, Czechoslovakia, or I'll invade the whole country."
At first she wanted to fight Germany, but then England, America, and France said,
"We don't want a war! So give him what he wants or else it will be a big mess,"
It didn't matter in the end though, because Germany ended up invading anyway, and split up Czechoslovakia's territories until she had barely anything left.
"I wanted to be my own country," Czechoslovakia sniffed, burying her tear stained face in her hands. "But this hurts so much, and I am too small to stop it."
At the end of the World War II, what was left of Czechoslovakia was given to Russia, and declared a part of the Soviet Union,
Until One Day...
"Hey, Mr. Russia," Czechoslovakia asked timidly, "C-can I go home now? You gave my economy a big boost, and I'm grateful for that, but I want to go home."
"No." said Russia.
"What if I ask again?"
"No."
"What if I say please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty Please?"
"No."
Czechoslovakia kept asking and asking and asking until finally Russia said, "Alright fine, go home."
This was called the velvet revolution, and once again Czechoslovakia was her own nation.
In 1993 she became the Czech Republic.
However...
"Hey! Sis! I heard you were like your own nation again?" said Poland the next time he saw his sister.
"Hold that thought," she yawned, and quickly fell asleep whilst standing up.
Poland stared at her for a moment, "Sis? uh...Sis?"
End
"Vee," Italy smiled. "That was a nice flashback, I don't think we watched that one before,"
"I wasn't that bad during World War II was I?" Germany frowned, looking to Sicily and Italy for comfort.
"Uh..." the two glanced at each other.
"No! Of course you weren't Germany, you were just having a bad decade is all," Italy laughed, patting his friend on the back.
"Yeah, don't worry about it," Sicily agreed.
"Hey, is she even awake?"
Czech Republic had in fact fallen asleep in the middle of her own flashback.
Meanwhile...
"Dude this Hamburger is amazing," Philippines gushed, trying to shove more of the greasy sandwich into his mouth.
"I think you need to stop hanging out with America Phil," Bhutan sighed. "You're becoming more like him every day."
"Americans are awesome," said Philippines. "Much better than Spain or Japan,"
"You have a hard time letting go of your grudges," Bhutan noticed.
"Aren't you going to get anything to eat?" Philippines asked, choosing to ignore the previous statement. "Uh...well...I already have some food right here," Bhutan said pointing to a little parcel he was carrying.
"Where did you get that?" Philippines asked.
"I made it,"
"Dude you can cook? Since when?" this seemed to surprise the Asian nation.
"I learned how to along time ago," Bhutan said quickly. "I'm not very good at it though, I can never make anything right."
"Ahh...it can't be that bad," Philippines grabbed the parcel and opened it up to see what was inside. He frowned at the contents, and looked up at Bhutan.
"You know, when they say Chili-Cheese, it doesn't mean you just take peppers and dip them in cheese fondue," he explained. "Not all recipe's are literal,"
"Tasted fine to me," Bhutan pouted.
"Did you put curry in here too?" the Philippines asked. "What a weird combination."
"I-I like curry." Bhutan snatched his lunch away from his friend and quickly began harking it down.
Philippines furrowed his brow. Bhutan was acting weird. Usually he'd just stand around looking awkward and give everyone deadpan looks. It was strange to see him getting flustered, over his icky lunch no less.
"Maybe he's just sensitive about his cooking like England is..." Philippines mused.
Before Philippines had time to ponder it further, he noticed Bhutan was staring at something. More particularly, someone.
"Who is that you're looking at?" he asked, following his friend's gaze.
Bhutan immediately snapped out of his daze and went back to devouring his food. "I-It's nothing,"
Philippines however continued to look until he spotted an abnormally tall girl with tan skin and curly black hair. She appeared to be in a fierce argument with China over something.
"Hey I know that girl," Philippines said. "Isn't that India? She's a senior right?"
"I guess," said Bhutan, though he visibly stiffened.
"Do you know her?" Phil pressed.
Bhutan glanced at her for a moment before looking down at his mostly eaten lunch. "We are friends, she lives right next to me."
"Why don't you go say 'hi' then?" asked Phil.
"No...that's okay, I'm fine over here, she's busy anyway."
"She really looks like she hates China," Philippines observed, watching as India slapped China in the face, who in turn swung a frying pan at her.
"They both have the worlds leading populations so they're at odds trying to declare which is superior," Bhutan explained.
"Ohhhh..." the Philippines said in an overly dramatic voice. He looked at Bhutan, who was still staring at the female nation. "Go on," he smiled. "Go say 'hi' to her,"
Bhutan stared at him for a moment, looking a bit unsure of himself. Then he sighed and placed the curry down next to him, and began to rise from his seat. When all of a sudden...
"I FOUND YOU PUNY ISLAND!"
To Be Continued Maybe...
EPILOGUE
I finally arrived to the great World Academy...
but when I got here...
there were two strange nations sitting outside of the library...
"This Seal Meat has got to be the most incredible thing I've ever eaten!" Tasmania gushed as she chewed. She tossed a piece to her Thylacine (Who is NOT a tasmanian devil, but a tasmanian tiger)
"Très Magnifique," Luxembourg agreed as she stuffed her face too. "We have had no food for the last two days,"
"I was afraid we were going to have to start eating the books," Tasmania laughed. "But then you showed up, and this is ripper,"
"I see..." Antartica stared bewilderedly at the two nations who were eating her seal meat in front of her. The minute they'd seen her they'd pounced her and begged for food. She wondered if that was normal for northeners.
"Would either of you know where the Administration office is?" she asked.
"Nope," said Tasmania.
"Not a clue," said Luxembourg.
"We've been lost out here for forever, and now you're lost with us," Tasmania explained cheerfully.
Antartica blinked. "Oh..."
Translations:
Ra=Egyptian Sun God
Costa Rica and the Environment=Costa Rica is the leading nation in being environmentally friendly. Whole cities have been redesigned so as to help protect the natural world, with whom Costa Rica is very close to.
Panphobia=The fear of everything
Northern Ireland's Gaelic Message= "I Will Kill You England"
Sorella= Sister (Italian)
Buongiorno= Good Morning (Italian)
Fratello= Brother (Italian)
Philippines and America= America and the Philippines forged an alliance after America helped to liberate the Philippines from Japan. Culturally the Philippines has adopted many American customs, and is linked more closely with the U.S. than most of his Asian counterparts.
Bhutan and the Chili Cheese= The National Dish of Bhutan is actually Cheese and Chili's. That's basically all it is.
Très Magnifique= Very Splendid (French)
Ripper= Awesome (Australian)