Settling in an American History Class

A/N: Not an action-packed chapter, just putting that out there. I still have to think about more plot lines, though I may end this story soon. D: But I will have a good surprise for you guys at the end...

America was staring at me angrily, thrusting a copy of The Boston Gazette into my hands.

"What is this?" I ask him.

"Read it." America asks through gritted teeth.

I peered at the freshly printed words, and began to read. "A few minutes after nine o' clock, four youths, named Edward Archbald, William Merchant, Francis Archbald, and John Leech jun. …" I paused for a moment.

"What is so significant about this?" I asked, looking up at America again.

America's eyebrows were still furrowed. "Keep reading." He stated harshly. I simply rolled my eyes in response, and began to read again.

…

"A lad named David Parker, an apprentice to Mr. Eddy the Wheelwright, wounded, a ball entered in his thigh."

I was left speechless. M-my soldiers…

"You see that!?" America shouted furiously. "Your stupid lobster back soldiers went and shot 11 of my citizens, killing 5 of them!"

"Don't you dare insult my soldiers! And why are you claiming that this is my fault? It was the wankers of your nation who provoked my soldiers!" I retaliate.

"DUDE. WAKE UP!"

An annoyingly cheerful voice rings through my ears.

I lift myself off of whatever I was sleeping on.

Ouch!

Damn it. I feel as if a large hammer were banging against my head.

My eyesight has been reduced to fuzziness; I can't see a bloody thing!

"Yo, are you alright?" America's voice asks.

"Eh…" I moan.

Someone shifts beside me. I turn my head to the left, making my head throb even more.

I can barely see a figure in a red sort-of dress.

"England, is that you, aru?" Another voice inquires.

I rub my eyes. My surroundings get a bit clearer. Now I notice the figures black hair.

"What is it, China?" I grumble.

Suddenly, America starts to laugh. It was quite adorable when he was little-

Argh. Arthur, get a hold of yourself.

I would shake my head to dismiss that thought, but doing so will cause me great pain.

"Aiyah! Where are we, aru?" China inquires, shifting.

"You guys are at my house." America chuckles.

"What!? Why the bloody hell are we in your house?" I demand.

Now, Alfred starts to laugh extremely hard. He tries to respond, but I can't decipher his words.

"You two were seriously drunk last night!" America manages to say.

I hear China gasp beside me.

"Impossible! I would never do such a thing!" He exclaims.

America just keeps on laughing.

"What time is it, anyway?" I ask tiredly. I repeatedly try to rub my eyes in the hopes of clearing up my vision.

Alfred stops laughing for a second. He turns his head, looking towards something.

"Yikes, dudes! It's 7:00! You should be at the school right now!" Alfred shouts.

"Stop yelling, you git!" I murmur, rubbing my forehead.

"No, that cannot be true, aru!" China exclaims.

"Shut it, you two!" I utter loudly, standing up slowly and painfully.

Oh my… what happened last night? I can remember any of it.

"Guys, c'mon! Go eat and get going!" America urges us to move out from his living room into the kitchen.

China and I scour the room for food other than hamburgers and fries.

"All he has is artificially flavored cereal products, aru." China takes out a box with brightly colored characters all over it.

Damn it, those colors are bothering my eyes!

I look into another cupboard, to find a variety of bagels.

"Eh, America, how long have you had these bagels?" I ask, sniffing the bag of bagels.

"Yesterday, they're fresh!" He replies.

Good, I'm famished!

China takes a bagel covered with sesame seeds from the bag.

I take a plain one, and try to find a toaster. My vision is slowly clearing up, but I still have to feel around the room to find my way.

Finally, I feel the toaster, and slip my bagel in. China does the same.

…

About two minutes later, China stops the timer on the toaster. The two bagels pop up.

"What did you do that for? The bagels are obviously not finished being toasted." I tell him, about to set the timer again.

But China stops me before I could reach the knob.

"They're done, aru! See?" He takes out his bagel from the toaster, and places it on a plate.

I sigh. I don't feel like arguing, for once. It feels odd, but so many thoughts are swimming through my head that I can't keep one in place.

I set up the timer once again, leaning against the countertop. America whistles in a room nearby.

…

Boing!

My bagel finally pops up.

It is burnt black. To make sure it's up for my satisfaction, I take a bite.

Hard and crunchy. Brilliant!

"Aiyah! Your bagel is all burnt!" China runs over.

I roll my eyes at him.

"It's perfectly fine and delicious!" I say, taking another bite from the bagel.

China gives me a very confused look, and shakes his head.

"他甚至不能烤麵包麵包圈!" He mutters, walking back to the breakfast table.

Unfortunately, I couldn't understand what China was saying, but it doesn't matter for now. The clock now strikes 7: 15!

My eyes widen, and I quickly bustle out of the kitchen into America's living room.

Damn it! I left my bloody papers at my house. I hit my forehead with my face disappointedly.

It looks like I'll just have to not carry my things today.

I go back into the kitchen to warn China, but he's not there. The breakfast table is spotless, as if no one were even there.

America comes into the room, chewing on a hamburger.

"It's morning, and are you honestly eating a hamburger at this time?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Why not?"

I ignore his answer, and head to the door.

"You have a really impressive falsetto, by the way!" America laughs to himself.

What the bloody hell is he talking about? I wonder, stepping out of the house.

…

"I have dishonored my family, aru." China murmurs as we walk quickly towards the school. We had taken a bus from America's capital.

As I passed by the White House once again, I remember the day Canada and I burnt it down.

"Oh, quiet." I tell China. His constant panicking is bothering me. At least I can walk balanced now.

I sigh, my breath becoming visible in the cold December air. China shivers slightly in his silk cloak.

The school comes closer into view. The yard is empty now, reminding me that we were late.

"Let's hurry up!" I exclaim to China, starting to run ahead of him.

"Aiyah, stop yelling! My head is hurting me, aru!" China moans.

My headache has diminished, now. I am a professional drinker, after all! China doesn't have as much tolerance as I. The thought brings a smirk onto my face.

We soon walk through the entrance of William H. Harrison High School.

A/N: I hope to make the next chapter more exciting! Sorry for the uninterested plot.

BTW, what China had said translates into something like: He cannot even toast bagels!