"Okay now that, that lamo is done. Now onto the hero's cards." Alfred announced so loudly that once again the entire room had to pull their hands to their ears.

Not wanting to waste any more time on introductions, Alfred ripped open the intricately designed envelope and tossed it onto the floor without a care.

"The first choice is…" he paused for dramatic effect. "Ravis Galante!"

Just as he expected, Ivan went with another one his little minions. Alfred felt bad for the so called 'trembling trio'. He managed to get Toris out of it for a while by getting Ivan preoccupied with some space projects, but in the end they ended up right back where they started.

"Next" he announced even cheerier than before. "Is…." He trailed as he reread the name. Really? Ivan picked him? Alfred guesses they need someone who is sensible and can remain logical in the meetings, but if there is one person in this school he fears, it's him. Alfred had tried talking to his little sister once (who is now a freshman) and literally got a shot next to his ear.

"It's Vash Zwingli."

Yao also gave Ivan a sidelong look and raised his brows. He thought that he didn't even remember who the quiet boy was. The Swiss transfer had never gotten involved in the schools many, many fights. But that's what they need at the meeting, he guesses. Last year (other than the whole Alfred problem) no one was able to agree on anything or just say 'I don't care', as well as be willing to get anything done.

Alfred shrugged his shoulders and moved onto the next card. He hasn't gotten one of his own in a while, so he can't wait until he does. Although, it probably would be more fun if the rest got stuck on Yao. He can only imagine the old geezers face.

"Okay, third is" Alfred was definitely confused by this one. Wow, did Ivan actually pick someone fun? This was weird, not that he was going to question it. But hey, now the bad touch trio would be together and when they plan a party, it has to be awesome.

"Francis Bonfrey" he said with a movie star smile and Yao almost did a spit take.

"What was Alfred thinking?" he asked Ivan. Was Alfred really that determined to get someone kicked off the committee so that he could get back on.

"Nyet, it wasn't him." Ivan told the Chinese man.

Yao opened and closed his eyes in disbelief. "So let me get this straight? You just added the pervert of the school to a club that Alfred obsesses over, aru?"

"Da. But he is good at parties."

Yao was still confused, but made a vow that if the powers ever have to pick a committee again (yearbook committee auditions were coming up soon) he is not going to skip out just so he can get a few hours sleep.

"Last but not least" The American's voice boomed through the still dead silent room. He opened up the cream colored paper and read it from the sheet.

"Ludwig Belsmich!"

Yao was now very confused. He knew for a fact Alfred wouldn't have picked Ludwig since he seems desperate to pick the most unsavory people in the school, so had Ivan really picked the man who tried to take their position twice?

Well, the German seemed to have calmed down; content of being the leader of his own group of 'axis powers'. Plus he is a very serious person and maybe will help keep some order in the room. He seems to be the only one in this school who can.

Alfred on the other hand couldn't have been happier. Okay, so maybe the German was all boring and stuff, but at least Gilbert would be with his brother.

"Well that's it for me everyone" he shouted with a bow, and the room gently let their hands fall back to their sides.

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Alfred strolled past the his friends with a grin, and sent Yao a wink and Cheshire smile. Oh this is going to be fun, almost all of his choices went to him.

Sensing that what was in the slips of paper in his hands was not going to be good, Yao took a deep sigh but walked up to the podium anyways, squinting at the bright light in his face.

"First" he said without any introduction. He just wanted to get this over with. "Feliciano Vargas."

Half the cafeteria rolled their eyes as the young Italian did his usual "Ve? Oh okay. Do they serve pasta there?"

Yao resisted the urge to slap his hand to his forehead. Really, Alfred? Really, Ivan? Seriously, what is wrong with the idiots he has chosen to align himself with? His first friends since 'the incident back home' just had to be borderline insane. Well, he already knew that, and the borderline had probably been crossed for all of them long ago, but still, that is not the point.

Taking a deep breath and preparing for the worst, Yao pulled out another card and read off the name and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, someone normal.

"Toris Laurinaitis."

Said brunette in the audience nodded, he had known that he and his two friends were probably going to get picked long ago. They had been every year since Ivan had taken over. Not willingly of course, but since when did they have a choice in anything that happens at this school?

"Third" Yao read off, hoping again to get lucky with someone normal this time.

Well this one wasn't awful. Not ideal, but there was much worse out there. Plus sometimes it is nice to just have someone to fill up the body count and not actually try to do anything.

"Lovino Vargas."

The Darker haired Italian groaned as his brother squealed and gave the other a surprisingly strong death hug.

"Ve, fratello. I am so happy; we'll be working together now."

"Get your hands off me." The elder of the twins tried to struggle away, but just like he has no luck with the Spaniard he has no choice but to associate with, he couldn't get his brother off him.

Everything seemed okay so far for Yao. So they were going to have a few (fine, mostly) lemons on the committee this year, but they can learn to live with it. Besides, there is only one paper left so who could possibly be left?

"And our final member of the Hetalia High party planning committee is." Yao opened up the letter and read over the name.

No. Just no. There is no possible way that….unless….

"Alfred!" he snapped. He covered the microphone with his hand and started screaming at the youngest who was just laughing uncontrollably.

The crowd burst into whispers as names flittered around of who the last person could be. No one had any clue about who could cause the normally completely under control teen up front to react like that. Although the Alfred laughing part was just ignored considering that in most likelihood he caused whatever the current problem was.

Alfred smiled at Yao who was glaring and screaming curses (both in the literally and modern terms) at him.

"So does that mean I am on the team?" he mouthed with a smirk so wide it nearly came off his face. Yes, his plan worked. There is no way they're going to put Arthur on, and since they made a deal that if there was anyone kicked off the committee Alfred would get their spot, Alfred would finally be able to be on it.

"No Alfred, you are not on the team." Said Ivan, looking to Yao.

"Now Yao, no one could be worse than that idiot Gilbert, and he's already on the team. So just go up to the podium and say who is next."

Yao's eye was twitching as Alfred kept his innocent, childish but still tinted with mischief composure. It was obvious from the laughter he was trying to cover up but failing miserably at that this was all hilarious to him.

With a final glare and promise of death in Chinese, he marched up to the microphone took it in his hand and gritted out in an obviously aggravated and very dangerous voice.

"Arthur Kirkland!"

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All heads shot to the blonde who didn't even know what this impromptu ceremony was about, let alone what he just got volunteered for. What the bloody hell is wrong with this school?

"Um, while it is an honor to be nominated, may I please know what I am joining before I agree to be a part of it?"

Francis just shook his head while the others at the table rolled their eyes. Arthur still hasn't learned how it works here. You get picked, you join whether you like it or not. And in most cases, the answer is not.

"Angloterre" Francis whispered to the other. "It does not matter what it is, you are picked, you join."

That of course triggered Arthur's naturally argumentative nature, and caused him to growl at the other "What if I don't want to join? You know what? I am not just because they are making me. I am Arthur Kirkland, I make my own choices."

Francis pulled Arthur down from his standing position and made him sit down. Why is he risking his own skin to help his enemy he has no valid answer, but whether it makes sense or not, he is not letting Arthur get killed because he is stubborn.

"Listen Arthur, Alfred comes to that club on a semi daily basis even if he is not on it. He basically stalks any of the members and you will get plenty of one on one meetings with him."

The others at the table let out a sigh of relief as Arthur's mouth dropped into an "o" in understanding.

"Fine frog, I'll play along. But if I find out that this whole think is a hoax someone is going to be visiting my friend the grim reaper."

"Oh so you still believe in those fairy tales." Francis teased with a flirty hand gesture. He still remembers when they were in sixth grade and Arthur spent his entire lunch time in the library having tea parties with fairies.

"I will have you know that they are not fairy tales, they are real. You gits just aren't of magical decent so you cannot see them."

Francis and the other parts of the trio just blanched at him. For Francis at least it made somewhat sense, and he had also spent many days before Arthur came to this school telling his friends of the conquests he made at his old school, one being a fellow playboy who he was in a frenemy state with, so they were also well aware of Arthur's old tendencies. But really, he still believes in those things?

"What?" Arthur said innocently. Why does no one ever believe him about his friends? The only reason he stopped hosting his tea parties during school it was hard to convince someone that you want to bang them when they think that you have imaginary friends. Now he just has the parties back at his own house in the privacy of his room.

The bad touch trio just laughed as Arthur seethed and glared. So this is going to be his new normal, isn't it? Well that is just lovely.

The stage dimmed and the lights went back onto full. He could here yelling and crashing behind the curtains that had just been drawn, and had a feeling that the older superpowers were not happy that Alfred probably put him in the group. Well, it works in his favor either way.

To his in front of him Kiku and Ludwig were in a deep conversation about physics while Feliciano tried to interject but failed so miserably that the whole discourse turned into how to explain what they were talking about to the Italian.

The annoying trio to his left were planning out some big party they were planning on throwing later in the week to start off the school year.

And just like usual, Antonio was poking an ever angrier Lovino.

"Hey Lovi" the Spaniard said caring clear in his voice. "You're still here right?"

Lovino growled under his breath, but didn't yell. He knows that Antonio is just doing this because he cares. Catching the other's finger in his hand, he told the other in the nicest voice he could manage while being this annoyed, "Yes, I am here. I will always be here. Stop worrying about me not being here."

Antonio nodded and instead of poking him, went back to his meal, although it was obvious that he kept sneaking glances at the oldest Vargas brother.

Once again, Arthur was alone. He didn't want to butt in to any of their conversations, so he took out a book from his bag and a pair of headphones, slipped them on and blasted the music while skimming the page.

It's not that he is isolated in this new school, he just likes being alone.

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AN-

Hi guys sorry for the wait. I just found out the end of the quarter was yesterday so all that absent work I had been putting off was due.

But anyways, I would just like to point out I now have the back stories for all the characters planned out. And can tell you that there is a reason why Spain is always poking S. Italy, but that will be explained much later. As well as I can guarantee you that China's 'incident back home' is not what you think it is.

Anyways I'll shut up now, have a good day.

Thank you-

Ithefantasticfanatic. :)