YAY! It's the fight scene (although it's pretty bad as it's my first attempt)

Soooooooooooo ENJOY? XD

The silence in the room was delicate as if anything could break it, which is what England did as he ran into the classroom and jumped in front of Dreamland to protect her from Spain.
"Back off her." England snarled as Spain scrambled to his feet.
Spain just smiled, not his normal happy smile but a cold sneer.
"Ah, England! So we meet again! You're not still cocky over the Armada are you?"
"There's nothing to be cocky about over making an enemy fall without even lifting a finger!"
"So you got cockier..."
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU WERE SO WEAK!"
"I WAS NOT WEAK I WAS JUST KNOCKED OUT BY THE SMELL OF THE GOD-KNOWS-WHAT YOU HAD BAKED FOR YOUR CREW'S VICTORY FEAST!"
"THOSE SCONES WERE A RECIPE FROM MY MUMSEY!"
"Um...guys?" Dreamland stuttered as she tried to calm down the tension in the room, key word: tried.
"You know what?" England smirked, "if you really want to fail again that can be arranged!"
"Fine, bring it on, punk!" Spain smiled and let out an evil aura which would put Russia to shame. "If it's a fight you want then it's a fight you will get!"
DING DONG!
"...We'll do it after breakfast!"
"si !"

luckily class started almost immediately after breakfast so there was not time for a fight before...but plenty of time after the final bell...
England stared at the clock from the back of the classroom as many students packed their bags and headed back to the dorms or to town.
"I could be going on a date with Dreamland right now..." He groaned.
"Ohonhonhon~ jealous are we?"
"Shut it, frog!" The Brit spat, "I am taking it was you who swapped the seating chart!"
"Oui, in order to help a friend find amour~"
England raised an eyebrow, "but Spain hasn't met Dreamland until this morning!" France smirked, "true, they haven't met face to face but it dosn't mean that Spain hasn't already fallen in love with her!"
"...Explain."
"Well Spain caught a glimpse of Dreamland as she was running across the field late on the first day of school last year whilst he was burying his secret tomato stash-"
"Wait! Why was he skiiving lessons so he could bury tomatoes?"
"He shares a dorm with Romano, Italy pretty much lives in that dorm anyway since he visits so often and Belgium found his last hiding place."
"Oh...that explains it."
"Any way since then my Spainard friend has been admiring the fobbidon fruit from a distance." France smirked.
England clenched his fists, "that little sod!" France placed a hand on the Brit's shoulder.
"It's okay! As long as he doesn't use the rose I gave him earlier!"
"What are you bloody-" England turned to look at where Dreamland's desk was, a horrible sight met his eyes.
Spain had place a rose in Dreamland's hair so the blood red petals covered the bunny hair clip (much to England's anger) then he kelt down on one knee and kissed Dreamland on the hand.
That was it.
That. was. it!
England picked up his desk and threw it as Spain who ,barely, got out of the way and the desk fell through the window.
Nearly the entire class evacuated leaving England, Spain, Italy, Germany, Japan, Russia, China, Hungary, France, Prussia and Dreamland in the room.
Spain grinned and ran in to the stationary cupboard and shut the door, England did the same with the cleaning supply closet.
Germany ,who was this year's class president, and Japan calmly stacked up the desks and chairs and moved them into the corridor.
Dreamland turned to Hungary, "what are they-"
BANG!
Spain jumped out of the cupboard dressed in a white shirt, black trousers, black boots and a blood red jacket with gold fasteners.
A long, silver blade set in a gold handle shone in his hand.
CRASH!
England pan through the door wearing an outfit almost identical to Spain but with a blue jacket instead of a red.
He also wore a black pirate hat but his sword looked just as mean as Spain's!
The two lunged at each other, almost knocking over China who ran out of the room immediately and looked through the window.
"Come on Spain, mon ami" France cheered.
"Yeah, kesese," Prussia joined in. "Show him what the Bad Touch Trio are made of!"
Dreamland raised an eyebrow and looked at Hungary, "Bad Touch Trio?"
Hungary sighed, "it's what France, Prussia and Spain call themselves."
"Yeah, but why-"
"Dreamland," Hungary gave her friend a serious look as she placed a hand on the Dreamlandian's shoulder. "Trust me, the less you know, the better you'll sleep at night!" The sowrds slashed through the air as the two ex-pirates were quick on their feet as they dodged and lunged in a fast and untidy rhythm.
Spain's blade narrowly missed England as the english man jumped back in the nick of time.
However, his belt wasn't as lucky as it was cut clean in half and Hungary, Japan and France (!?) ran outside to find their cameras so they could capture the sight of a man with huge eye brows and union jack boxers swearing at a grinning Spaniard.
The sound of the knives swishing soon turned to the sound of gun shot as both men drew out pistols.
"Wait!" Dreamland turned to Russia, "where did they get the pistols from?"
Russia smiled, "it's all in ability and experience on how many weapons a man can smuggle in his clothes. like I have 145 weapons currently stashed in my scarf alone!"
Dreamland stepped away from the cheerful Russian.
Twenty minutes had passed now and the only people left in the room were America and Italy (since they couldn't read the atmosphere) and Dreamland.
England's pistol blasted a bullet at Spain but only ripped his sleeve, the tomato loving nation swore in spanish as removed the shirt.
"Thank god Hungary isn't here now," Dreamland thought to herself. "She would have fainted from the loss of blood!"
The bangs turned to clicks as the guns refused to release anymore bullets.
England, who realised his gun was out of bullets first, dropped the gun and tacked Spain.
"How the hell is this even a pirate fight?" Dreamland sighed as the two rolled around on the floor, England still in his boxers trying to strangle a struggling, topless Spaniard.
"That's it!" Germany sighed as he left the crowd of on-looking nations crammed in the doorway and entered the classroom, he slammed his hands on the teacher's podium.
"WILL BOTH OF YOU STOP FIGHTING?"
The riot creased as the nations outside filed back into the room, Germany continued.
"As the class president I belive that I should inform you that it is against the rules to fight, yet alone over who concurs who's vital regins during school!"
The two pirates bowed their heads in shame.
"Si, si. I'm sorry."
"Me too. But you really didn't have to address it like that!"
"Ohonhonhon~ He's right! I'll concur Dreamland first anyway~"
"Shut it, frog."

Heheheh Sorry if it wasn't that good1 First fight scene -.-

BYE BYE!