„Thanks for having us for a week mujer Molin," Spain bowed a little before Adele as he and Prussia entered the apartment.
"Oh no, I am grateful for you helping me," Adele smiled sadly, "He is really getting out of hand, maybe you can do something…"
She trailed off and looked worriedly at the closed door of her younger son's room. France was throwing tantrums about not going to school and it always ended in a huge fight.
"Don't worry about it Frau Molin, we will beat some sense into that idiot," Prussia grinned, "But do you have some hair clippers, chicken feathers and super glue?"
Many thoughts flashed in Adele's mind, one worse than the other, and she didn't if she should be amused or horrified. The image of Francis with a buzz cut was amusing, but why would the german boy need feathers and glue?
Spain hit Prussia on the back of his head, "Idiot, France would be too pissed about his hair to listen."
Then the brunet walked to France's door and knocked.
"Maman I told you I am not going!" Francis threw the door open, and then froze at the sight of his friends.
Prussia pushed him back inside his room, "You trottel, do you have your bags ready?! You think the train will fucking wait for you?!"
Spain gave an apologetic smile to Adele, followed the other nations and closed the door.
Adele sighed and sat down in the living room, stealing worried glance towards Francis' room from time to time. She was at loss as what to do. Her son was hurting and she couldn't do anything to help him. She had to call those boys, whom were introduced to her two years prior, to help her. Small boys, Francis' age, to help a grown woman. She knew they were nations, but still it was baffling.
The concept of nations was explained to Adele, but she didn't fully understand it. How can the fate of the country rest on the shoulders of her son? Or those boys, Antonio and Gilbert if she remembered correctly. They seemed as normal kids to her, and still they were expected to take on responsibilities that adults buckled under. And it all started when Francis was a mere toddler, claiming to remember his past life and to call the government. It took the boy 3 days to convince his father to call someone and suddenly the Molin family found themselves in a confusing whirlwind of police escorts, politics and nations.
But in the end, Francis was still her little boy. Her son, who was cute and smart. And who remembered more than normal people, but hey, nobody is perfect. And the fact that he is waiting for his soulmate to come back to him, was something Adele, who was huge romantic, wholeheartedly approved.
Adele heard some bangs coming from Francis' room and walked there in worry.
"Guys, what are you doing here? No killing each other," she said opening the door and stopped.
All three boys were on the floor, with the guests grinning above her son, in what seemed to be a tickling season, judging by how Francis was chuckling and out of breath. They looked at her and waited.
"So…" Adele said darkly, "You have tickle war without me?"
And with that she dove at them causing Antonio and Gilbert laugh and restart the tickling.
- APH – APH – APH -
"I can't believe you freeloaded of me for a week," Francis sighed.
"Dude, it was not freeloading if we were invited," Gilbert grinned.
Francis' father laughed, "He has a point Francis. But I am more surprised that you three and Jacques hadn't managed to eat all food in France."
Gervais had to stifle laugh at the sight of three equally offended faces.
"But you know," Gervais smiled gently, "Look at you three. Going off to a world known academy. You all have grown so much…"
"Papa," Francis hugged Gervais, "We are only going to school and you act as if I was already moving out, or something."
Gervais shook his head.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, "I know you have cell phone, but this one is better… Just… don't tell your mother I gave it to you, she will flip that I got you gift without her."
Francis chuckled and took the box.
"Anyways… Are you sure we are at the right place?" asked Gilbert, "Shouldn't there be already someone?"
"It's still 30 minute till the train is scheduled to leave," Gervais said, "And we are on Platform 6, so yes."
Antonio frowned and pointed somewhere, "Umm, are you sure, it's not supposed to be Platform 9?"
Everyone followed his pointing finger and on platform few spaces away was a group of school children and teenagers. And among there was standing Wales, talking to some kid.
Gervais and the three nations looked at each other and quickly started towards stairs so they could go onto the right platform.
"Took ya long enough to notice," Wales greeted them with a smirk.
"You knew we were at the wrong platform and you didn't think of calling us?" Gilbert glared.
Wales shrugged, "I would have… in a few minutes. Until now I actually enjoyed some peace. My group is traveling since early morning, and I mean really early. And those Scottish kids? Since yesterday. Just be glad, Scotland graduated last school year, or he would have bitched about it all the way to the school."
„Speaking of Scotland... did he said something about Engl-" France tried to ask, but Wales quickly interrupted him.
"Have you registered yet?" he pointed to two men, "They are the French advisors. Go there and tell them you are here, so they can check you on their lists as present."
"We are not done yet," Francis glared but went to check in anyways.
Wales sighed and run hands through his hair. He was thinking of way how to tell France the news. Preferably one, that wouldn't cause the French flip, and jump on the next train to London.
He smiled as the trio returned.
"Sheesh, you could have warned us, they would question us so much," Prussia complained.
"And spare you the fun?" Wales grinned, "Otherwise anyone could just walk to them and claim to be a nation. Besides it was only two questions."
"Unfortunately they are as impatient as any young boys," Gervais sighed.
"Heh, or impatient as France, Spain and Prussia," Wales chuckled, "Don't worry, next year they won't need the security questioning."
Prussia was about to say something when another kid approached the nations, "Hey Wales, who you got here?"
The welsh nation wanted to kiss his classmate, thankful for his distraction. He introduced his fellow nations and when the word spread, that three more nations joined them, they were suddenly swarmed by from students from France, England, Wales and Scotland. When they finally greeted everyone and got rid of them it was already time to board the train.
"So, about my question…" Francis looked at Dylan as they were boarding, but his father distracted him by hugging him.
"You… have a nice school year," Gervais said quietly, "And find lots of friends. And try to call from time to time, so your mother won't worry about you, okay?"
Francis could only nod, as Dylan called for him to hurry, and quickly stepped up the stairs to the train car designated for World Academy students.
The four nations got a compartment all to themselves and sat down, France glared at Wales.
"Now, will you finally tell me what about England?!" he asked in a frosty tone.
Wales sighed, "Okay, okay. Scotland said that now, that he graduated, he will start looking for England. He… just has to settle down things. He will represent the United Kingdom for now at the world meetings. But it is already decided, that once England breaks Greece's record in awakening, Alistair will start to look for him personally."
Francis nodded and then frowned.
"Wait," he mumbled and then thought.
Greece's record? That was ten years and five months. And England should reach that age...
"Oh hell no!" Francis jumped to his feet, "That's next year in September!"
Antonio and Gilbert quickly pulled him back down to his seat, in fear that he might jump off of a moving train.
"Franny don't be stupid," Antonio glared, "Besides you are not the only one that can't be with someone. I can't speak to Romano either."
Gilbert rolled his eyes, "But that's because of Italy's parents. They don't want those twins to get involved in nation things before they get to the academy. Franny's problem is a bit different."
Francis crossed his arms over his chest and sulked.
- APH – APH – APH -
Arthur sighed, "New school year, new school… I can start new life, without bullies."
He smiled as he walked down the corridor.
But his good mood was cut short as someone drawled, "Going somewhere Your Majesty?"
Arthur whipped his head towards the voice.
He paled, "What the hell are you doing here Antony? You said you were going to private school…"
Antony smirked, "My dearest mom couldn't bear the thought of me being in a boarding school. So she begged my father all summer so that I could come here. Aren't you glad?"
Then he snapped his fingers and suddenly there were two other boys appeared behind Arthur and grabbed him by arms.
"What are you doing?" Arthur struggled to get away, but without luck.
"We will just have a little fun," Antony smirked and walked away with his croonies following him.
When they stopped they were standing in the middle of bathroom.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Arthur yelled.
Antony kicked open door to a stall and Arthur paled.
"Don't you dare!" Arthur thrashed around, but the other two boys just wouldn't let go.
Antony smirked, "Let's do it boys."
Arthur screamed and cursed on top of his lungs as they dragged him into the stall and pushed his head to the toilet bowl.
-A-A-A-
It was after the bell rang, when Arthur was finally left alone. He was sitting on the floor beside the toilet. He felt nauseous.
After what felt like eternity, when he was sure, he wouldn't throw up, Arthur slowly stood up and walked to line of sinks with mirrors. He turned on the water and splashed generously on his face, before sticking his head under the water. Afterwards he reached for some paper towels only to come up empty handed. Arthur looked around, but every dispenser was empty.
"Great," he murmured.
The blonde shook in anger and frustration.
"That's just fucking great!" Arthur punched the mirror, which cracked in web like fashion.
He watched the damage with satisfaction. His hand burned. It was bleeding quite a bit.
Arthur sighed and put his hand under the water.
"So, now to the shitty start of the new school year," he said flatly and walked out of the bathroom.
So the kids are going to the academy. After some switching around, from Netherlands to Switzerland I finally settled on Luxembourg. I imagine, that the students have to go to the capitals and the government designates way of travel for them. And sometimes more groups will join. Like North Ireland goes to Dublin and together with kids from Ireland they fly to Luxembourg. And Scottish and Welsh meet in London with English kids, take train to Paris, and train from there to Luxembourg. Some countries go separately and some join up with others. What do you say?