The day passed by fairly smoothly. The teachers made sure that Alfred and Arthur sat as far from each other as physically possible due to direct orders from the principal, who had received direct orders from Yao, as well as a pile of cash.

The two blondes actually got work done for once. During wheel, their teacher had been complained about too many times by parents for not giving their kids any work, so they got stuck with watching a video and doing a worksheet. It wasn't the kind that you could just guess on either, like Arthur usually did, or breeze through because you knew everything like Alfred would. The questions were based off of things like 'what color was the wheelbarrow in the background'.

So Arthur didn't get to shamelessly stare at Alfred all period like he had planned to do.

During math, Ivan and Alfred and Yao had a Tetris testament in their private room in the library, which Ivan won by a landslide despite all of Alfred's sabotage and yelling that he's a cheater.

Arthur pretended that he understood a word of what was going on, and instead entertained many inappropriate thoughts and watched the kids around him anger his teachers.

It was a decent day so far, more than decent for the senior superpowers than anyone else.

Ivan had told Yao what happened in the hall that morning during first period; While Alfred was distracted with his argument with the teacher over the correct explanation of Valence shells. Not that the teacher even listened or cared.

Yao yelled at Ivan for being violent; lectured him about how he shouldn't use his pipe as a weapon and blah, blah, blah. But even though he didn't say it, he did agree that it was necessary.

Arthur Kirkland had become a much bigger problem than they had expected, mostly due to the fact that Alfred seemed to actually like him. Not in a romantic way of course, he gagged when Yao asked him if he had any crushes, but he still seems to hold some care over the other.

So while Yao does have plenty of material very viable to get Arthur anywhere from mildly embarrassed to arrested, he isn't able to use it.

But since Arthur hasn't been bothering Alfred all day except for a few stares that were marginally too long to be considered innocent, they had lightly downgraded him to someone just to watch.

It was probably no big deal really, just something that will blow over by the end of the first week. People have done things like this with Alfred before (Francis being a prime example, but then again he's done that to literally everyone) and stopped when they realized who they were messing with.

Everything would be just fine, they were sure of it. The last words of every man in denial.

-o-

Lunch had finally rolled around, and Arthur went down to the cafeteria and sat where he had the previous day. Whether that was a one day thing or not, he needs more of his questions answered and these kids seemed to be the ones with the most information.

"Hello Gents." He greeted as the so called 'axis powers', the name that apparently came from the fact that they almost took over the school a few years back to turn it on its axis, as they walked by and sat at their usual table.

The others filed in gradually, soon the darker haired Italian twin, the two non French members of the 'bad touch trio' and eventually Francis.

"Frog" Arthur deadpanned as the other sat. "I want my money."

"Oh Angloterre." The other teased. "How about I pay you back in….other ways." He said with a wink.

Arthur looked appalled, and shoved him away. "No twat, I mean in money."

Francis face fell slightly as he looked at the other members of his trio, who also looked a little panicked, then back to Arthur.

"Well, uh, you see…"

"Spit it out frog."

"We're broke" cut in the Prussian without any form of humility. "We spent all our money on beer and now we're broke."

Arthur really wanted to be surprised, but he just wasn't. Let's face it, what were the odds they hadn't spend every dime they had on their harebrained attempts at having a life?

"I don't care. You broke my tea set; you need to pay for it." He told the others. He didn't mention that he couldn't pay for his own either because he had blown his allowance for the month on designer back to school clothes.

"Come on mon cher, it was a few tea cups, let it go." Francis said, not showing the slightest bit of guilt.

"Si senior, we'll pay you back eventually" said the Spaniard, although really he was pretty blameless in this. Gilbert had been the one to initiate the idea to fill the cabinet with explosives and set it off in the parking lot to freak out the teachers, Francis was the one who knocked over the tea set when trying to take it down. Antonio had been trying to call his little Tomato when the plan came up and he just decided to go along with it because, why not?

"No, I want my money" Arthur stayed firm. Unless there was something else they could possibly have that could match the value of those priceless antiques, there is no way he is going to budg-

"I'll help you with your plan with Alfred." Francis sighed. He didn't like the idea, but maybe Arthur could succeed where he had failed.

Arthur pondered for a second and said "And why should I need your help? I have been doing just fine on my own."

The whole group raised an eyebrow, even those who were involved in their own conversations and were just loosely listening in.

"….Shut up twats" he defended. Okay so maybe it had not gone off as well as it had in his head, but it wasn't like anything has gone horribly wrong. Other than almost getting his head cut off, but he chooses to pretend that was just his imagination.

"Because I am known as the monsieur of love here at Hetalia academy" he explained with a wistful voice and a sultry smile. "The amour maker, if you will."

Arthur rolled his eyes. All of the matches Francis made back at their old school ended with thrown objects and law suits.

"Plus from when I was in the pursuit, I happened to learn a thing or two about how he works." the Frenchman continued on as if he was bragging.

That perked Arthur's interest slightly. So far all he was able to get out of Alfred was useless drabble. Nothing that he could use to actually help him in his not so divine quest. The only things that could possibly be of use are said so fast that it is impossible to understand him.

Arthur was still wary. Entrusting the likes of Francis in his chase, now that was something low. But, he was desperate. Besides, he can either get some help and not get paid for the broken tea sets, or not get help and still not get paid for the tea sets. What does he have to lose?

"Alright, you have deal" he shook the others hand.

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The powers were behind the stage in the cafeteria, handing each other their cards to read out loud.

Each of the powers had four invitations to the committee to present. They didn't know who got which person, and Yao didn't have a clue who was even nominated. Once again, a tradition started by Alfred, and upheld because he threw a temper tantrum whenever the others said no.

The people in the cafeteria slowly grew quiet as the lights dimmed three stoplights centered on the podium set on the small stage at the front of the cafeteria, usually used for when a teacher or principal needs to make an announcement.

Yao and Ivan walked on, like normal people, while Alfred bounded up the steps, grabbed the microphone and turned it to full volume.

"Are you ready to rock!" he screamed into device, causing the sound to reverberate around the room and the inhabitants to cover their ears in agony.

"Oh" he said, turning it down. "Ha, ha, sorry. I mean, are you ready to rock!"

Ivan, not so lightly, pushed the other away from the microphone, and handed it to Yao.

"Hello students of Hetalia Academy" he introduced in a stoic and business tone. "It is that time of year to announce our party committee."

He opened up his letters in his hand and read them out one by one.

"First up, Eduard von Bock" he read off the paper. Okay, so he has gotten one he had recommended first.

Yao nodded in approval. He didn't know that much about the other boy, other than he worked for Ivan of course. On of the so called trembling trio. That was good, this way he definitely would listen to what they say.

"Next" Braginski continued, pulling out the next paper. The cafeteria had grown quiet, most hoping to high heaven that they would not get picked.

"Kiku Honda."

Ivan was not thrilled about the next choice. He and the Japanese transfer had not had the best history. The sad part was, until pretty recently he had been on the receiving end of the terror. Kiku had always been a worthy opponent, but also one who he could do without. But recently he had been doing well in his job of keeping Arthur away, as well as not serving up any new problems, so he had no particular problems.

"Third" Ivan read aloud to the audience. There hadn't been any surprises yet in the nominees, and they all were waiting for the inevitable wildcard that will send the three into madness.

Ivan read over the smooth white card one more time to make sure what he was reading wasn't just a figure of his imagination. Really. Alfred picked that to be on the committee. If this is the second pick that he's received from him, it can only get worse from here.

"Gilbert Belshmich" he said in a low monotone, closer to a growl than anything.

The self proclaimed Prussia cheered, knocking over his food almost hitting the confused Brit close to him who had no idea what was going on.

"I am Awesome!" he shouted to the crowd around him. Like Alfred, he had wanted to be on the committee for years, but fear of Ivan, as well as the mutual hatred between them, had kept him away.

"Get ready for the awesomest partys of your lame lives."

"Bruder, sit down" growled Ludwig. Was his brother seriously doing this in front of the powers continually trying to kill him? Who is he kidding, this isn't even a surprise anymore.

Ivan and Yao glared at the cheering senior. Really Alfred, this is what you are going to subject the school too.

"Congrats, dude" Alfred waved sending the cheering boy a smile and receiving two glares in return. His plan was going even better than he'd hoped.

After a few minutes Gibert was eventually dragged down by his brother and his friends, who while a fans of anarchy, also understood that they were not immortal and Ivan was sending them glares that could kill.

"Next" the Russian growled, hoping that maybe Alfred had a hiccup in judgment and would pick someone more respectable for his next choice.

Nope.

"Antonio Hernández."

Slowly turning, both superpowers turned to their youngest member, anger clear on their face, but Alfred played the innocent card.

'What?' he mouthed to the two, thoroughly enjoying how both of their faces turned the color of the favorite food of the teen he choose. They are totally going to kick somebody off to let him on the committee this year.

Antonio didn't care much for the nomination, and instead opted for poking Lovino some more. It was way more fun than some dumb party committee anyways. Besides, who needs school events when your best friends are Gibert and Francis?

Knowing that what was done was done, Ivan slammed the microphone down on the podium and stomped over to the seat next to Yao in a way that was simultaneously childish and terrifying.

Alfred gave him a teasing wave and wink as he sauntered up to the podium his four cards in hand.

This is only going to get better.