Seborga stretched and yawned, he always hated first hour calculus. Half of the time, he was fighting to stay awake. It didn't help that he didn't have any friends in the class. He sat next to another micronation named Aerican Empire, but they never talked. Seborga couldn't help but think he was kind of a nerd. He always wore big glasses and answered every question the teacher asked. Seborga was just about to fall asleep again when the bell rang above his head. He jumped and almost screamed. Quickly, he gathered up his things and headed to his next class.
As soon as he walked in, he bumped into a large person. The man turned around and looked down at Seborga. He reminded Seborga of Russia, only a bit shorter and he didn't have the usual smile. He had a straight face, like he was shy.
"I am so sorry." Seborga apologized quickly. He didn't realize it, but he was shaking. The large man saw this and frowned. He turned away and took his seat in the back corner of the classroom. Seborga felt bad for the guy, so he went and sat next to him. "What's your name?" The man looked down and whispered something. Seborga didn't hear it though. "I am sorry, can you repeat that?"
"My name is Communist State of Antarctica." The man whispered. "People call me CSA... but I am NOT the Confederate States of America." The man glared over at Seborga. The smaller micronation's face went pale. CSA turned to the front of the class as the teacher began the lesson. Seborga wasn't excited about this class. It was chemistry, one of his worst subjects. Seborga rested his head on his hand. He felt tired again. Someone elbow him, causing him to almost fall out of his seat. As quick as he could, he looked over and saw CSA motioning to the board to pay attention. Today was not going to be a fun day. In the middle of class, a voice came over the intercom.
"All new students please report to the gymnasium." Seborga stood up with CSA and a few other new students. They all went to the huge gymnasium. "Students, it is time for you to choose your clubs." The students all cheered. A representative from each club entered the gym. They each had booths set up telling about their clubs, sort of like the first day of school.
"Hey fratello, get your ass over to the siesta club booth." Romano called to Seborga. A few students stared at him, making his face get red. The students were then released to go look at the booths. Seborga walked around. There were some really weird clubs. Some of the booths didn't even have representatives, ironically, they didn't have any students looking at them. Seborga saw the names of a few of them.
"Cat snuggle club? Slightly bad ass club? What kind of clubs are these?" He felt someone drag him away from the booths. When he saw the captors face, it was Romano.
"Those are Veneziano's clubs. Just pretend they don't exist like everybody else does." Romano dragged him over to his booth. "Sign your name here and then go away, but avoid that potato bastards newspaper club." Romano handed Seborga a sign up sheet.
"Umm sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't even know what club this is. Why would I sign up for something if I don't even know what I would be doing. Fratello, are you trying to get me to join the mafia or something? What did you do that made them hand me over?" Romano quickly covered his little brothers mouth.
"Shut the hell up, this isn't for the mafia, this is for my siesta club. You take siestas all day." Romano shoved the pen into Seborga's hand. "Just sign the damn paper already."
"Alright, alright, I will sign it." Seborga avoided making his brother mad and signed the paper quickly.
"Was that so hard?" Romano snatched the pen back and took the paper. "Our first meeting is after lunch." The older brother turned his attention to the other new countries and yelled at them to join. Seborga wandered off and looked at other clubs. He saw a huge red, white, and blue sign with the word "hero" printed on it. There was only one person that he could think of that would have a sign like that.
"Dude, Seborga, come check out my kick ass club" America yelled loudly. He practically hurdled the crowd to get to the micronation. Then, as soon as he had a tight grip on his arm, he pulled him to the booth. "This club is for heroes only... You think you can handle it?" America's face was stern as he looked at his friend.
"Man America, you are really serious about this aren't you?" Seborga backed up a bit, scared by America's straight face.
"I am always serious about justice and freedom. As the hero, it is my job to make sure the world is a safe place for future generations of my citizens." America gave his hero smile and struck a heroic pose.
"Well, I am going to take a quick look around. I will come back soon." Seborga waved and quickly walked away. He didn't want to hurt America's feelings, but that club wasn't really for him. He walked around and saw the nations all having a good time, looking at clubs and meeting new countries.
"Well if it isn't my new friend, Seborga" Cameroon called out. Seborga ran over to him smiling.
"Ciao Cameroon. What's this club?" Seborga looked all over the table and saw pictures of people in soccer uniforms. "Is this a football club? Sign me up." Seborga laughed.
"Well that stinks, I had a speech to inspire you to join my club ready." Cameroon laughed as he handed Seborga the pen. "First practice is after school." Seborga nodded.
"I will be there." Seborga walked away and looked at other clubs. Soon, he found himself at the newspaper club.
"Ciao Germany!" Seborga yelled as he ran over to his friend. Germany gave a small wave and continued to pass out fliers about the importance of the school newspaper.
"Hallo Seborga, it has been awhile... It's good to see that you aren't a woman now." Germany continued to pass out fliers to anyone who came near him. Seborga's face was bright red. Germany didn't even bother to say it quietly, he just said it right out loud.
"Yeah I am back to my normal self." Seborga said as he walked closer to the booth. They both stood in a very awkward silence.
"So... umm..." Germany couldn't find words, making the silence even more awkward.
"Fratello, what did I say about going over to that potato bastards booth!?" Romano screamed as he ran over to them. Germany rolled his eyes. "Listen here kraut breath, you leave my littlest fratello alone. I don't need another brother who runs around talking about you." Romano glared up at the taller country.
"What on earth are you talking about? I was just talking to him." Germany looked at Romano, confused. Seborga stood between them, him and Germany weren't even talking.
"Don't act so stupid, I know you have some trick up your sleeve." Romano reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, practically rubbing it in Germany's face. "I am an official allied power, so that proves you are the enemy and you must be up to something." Germany raised an eyebrow.
"Why should that even matter. World War II ended almost 70 years ago and so did the axis." Germany looked at the papers and sat down in his seat. There was a different look in his eyes. The strength seemed to be drained from them whenever he brought up the war. Romano rolled his eyes and went back to his own booth. He was now joined by Spain, who had a completely different approach to getting students interested. Spain would smile and use his charms and good attitude to get students to join him and Romano.
"Germany... are you okay?" Seborga asked as he placed his hand on his good friends back. Germany looked up at him. His eyes weren't their normal vibrant blue, but now looked cloudy and dull.
"I am fine... I would just rather not talk about the war... there is to much pain back then." Germany ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it back to its normal style.
"Isn't that where you met Veneziano?" Seborga asked. Germany looked up, there was a faint smile on his face.
"Ja, that was when we became friends. I guess that was the highlight of the war." Germany stood up and continued to pass papers out to the students. "Your brother and Japan were the only two that actually got to know me during that time." Germany actually gave a full smile. Seborga couldn't help but smile too. He had never seen his brothers serious friend smile before. Seborga was just about to say something, but the bell rang. All students were to return to their next class.
"See you later Germany." Seborga smiled and waved as he ran back to the next class with the rest of the students. He happily walked into class and sat in his normal seat between Monaco and Conch. Monaco turned to him and smiled.
"Did you join any clubs?" She asked. Seborga turned to her and gave her a bright smile.
"Si, I am in my brothers siesta club and the football club." He said excitedly. Monaco laughed quietly.
"That sounds like fun. I am in a girls only club." Monaco let out a small giggle. "I am in it with Liechtenstein, Ukraine, Hungary, and all of those girls."
"That sounds like a fun club, man if I had stayed a girl then I could be in it with you." Seborga laughed.
"Yes but then we wouldn't be able to date each other." Monaco said as she kissed his cheek. Seborga turned bright red.
"Oh yeah, well I am in the hero club with America." Conch said as she stuck her nose in the air. Monaco glanced over at her and then immediately turned her head the other way. Seborga just sat awkwardly in the middle of them. The teacher walked in and silenced them for another boring day of classes. About 45 minutes later, they were finally released.
"Hey Conch, can I talk to you?" Seborga asked when they were the only ones in the classroom. He didn't forget that Monaco wanted him to talk to her.
"Oh Seborga, I would love to be your girlfriend. Our first date can be at 7:00 this Saturday." She winked as she was about to leave.
"W-What? No Conch that isn't what I wanted to talk to you about. I am dating Monaco. I was just wondering if um... well when ever we try to spend some time alone together... it seems like you are always trying to tag along." Seborga wasn't sure what to say.
"So we can't be friends?... You are so mean Seborga!" Conch started to cry as she ran out of the room.
"No, Conch that isn't what I meant!" Seborga ran after her, but he couldn't keep up. He looked down both ways of the hall, but all he saw were students passing him by. "Aww man..." Seborga slowly started to move with the crowed to the lunch room. He couldn't help but think that he could have done something different. "I need to learn how to talk to girls... I know, I can go to France, he will know exactly what to do." Seborga turned around and ran to his friend as fast as he could.
I got the next part out, its time to throw a party :D sorry if there are a lot of mistakes in this chapter. I was really hurrying to finish. Please, tell me what you think of the story so far, and as always, thanks for reading.