Title: Highschool Misfit

Summary:

England, fed up with America's behavior, decides to cast a curse on him so that he could learn to respect his elders. But it seems he's screwed up. Accidentally sending America to an alternate universe where everyone's in high school, the other must learn how to fit in while England works to get him back. Will he able to survive the hell known as school or will that British upperclassmen continue to treat him like shit?

Premise:

England's always despised getting bossed around and though France is hella annoying, America makes it so much more worse considering he's younger. He hates getting one upped by the other and even more so hates it when he gets called things like an "old man". Fed up with everything, he decides to use some magic to put America in his place. However, the spell isn't exactly what he had imagined. Instead of making the other shut up, he makes the mistake of accidentally transporting America to an alternate universe where he's a highschool student.

Ships: Undecided- depends on what readers want?

Warnings: Swearing!

CHAPTER 03: Of Meetings and Highschool

The meeting had been scheduled to start at 8:15am and like usual, England was among one of the first people to have arrived. Of course, as a routine, the others who came relatively early included the serious Germany, Japan, and China. Then later on, as time continued to tick and tock, the more annoying buggers would show up and the room where the conference was to be held would be full and lively. With Germany being the first scheduled to speak, the Englishman had predicted that he'd shut everyone up as soon as the meeting started. However…

"Eh.. Ah.. Before we begin, I couldn't help but notice that America-san isn't present." Japan pointed out.

"Hah?! Him being a no-show is completely his fault! Let's just start so we can get this done and over with." Romano was the next to speak up. He had been slouching in his seat, impatient and lazy.

"But are you sure that he's the one missing and not Canada?" China, ignoring Romano's complaint, gave his own question in reply to Japan's initial statement.

"I-I've been here the whole entire ti-"

"HEY! Don't be all unawesome like that! Canada is waaay cooler than his lame-o brother!" Prussia remarked loudly, cutting Canada off. "He's been right here the entire time! Seriously, you guys are so rude to not even notice such an awesome country." With a grin that screamed with confidence, the albino began to pat the blond so that he could prove that there really was someone in the seat next to his.

"Aiya!" Came an exclamation from China, "I didn't even notice! Sorry Canada."

"Huh? Oh no, it's fi-"

"But Prussia, what are you doing here? You weren't even invited to this meeting." The next to speak was Hungary. She looked rather irritated at the fact that Prussia was present and in her right hand, she seemed to be gripping something.

The red eyed man laughed and to piss her off even more, he propped a leg onto the table so that the formal mood of the meeting would be interrupted by his bad manners. "Ja, I know that. But West said that I could totally tag along so suck it!"

"What?!" The brunette exclaimed and the grip on whatever she was holding became tighter. Whipping her head towards Germany, she frowned. "Germany! I trusted that you would make smart deci-"

"Heheheh! Don't even bother! If West says I can come then it totally gives me the right to come!"

"Why you—!"

And once again, the meeting had turned hectic. Not being a part of anything, England decided to fish his spellbook from out his bag and take a few minutes to himself.

"Hey, Angleterre."

Or not.

Bookmarking the page he barely even started reading, he shut the book and turned his head so that he was facing the man he dubbed as 'Frog'. "What do you want?"

France smiled, most likely amused at the fact that the Brit had become pissy when he called for him. "The question was already brought up but where do you think little Amérique is?"

Emerald eyes blinked. Oh right, America still hadn't shown up yet. The room was loud from the current situation and some nations had decided to join in, chanting 'fight!' as Prussia continued to agitate Hungary but the noise had been missing that boisterous laugh that would usually emit from a certain gluttonous blond. Remembering the events from the night before, England frowned. If America was to be more respectful to his elders, then he'd surely arrive early to show good etiquette. If respect meant that he wasn't to show up to not bother his elders then that would've been irritating. England had wanted to see this newer, politer version of America so that he could regain his pride and feel good that his spell was a success but…

"Ellloooo? I am talking to you, you know!" France poked England's cheek and his first instinct was to slap the hand that had touched his face. No way in hell was he going to let that nasty Frenchie touch him.

"Don't touch me!" Sending a glare towards France, England huffed. "Like I'd know where America is. As Romano said, him not showing up is completely his own problem. Besides, he might be sick or something."

"Then wouldn't he have called one of us to break the news?" France argued. God, why did he care so much? "He was scheduled to speak directly after Germany and you know how much that boy loves to talk."

England shrugged. He hated to admit that France was right but decided to not think on what he had said. He just wanted to shut the Frenchman up so he could go back to reading. Maybe he could find a spell that could turn the other into an actual frog… "Listen France, I don't know America's whereabouts. If you're so curious as to where he is, then why don't you go ring him up."

"Eugh fine."

Finally France shut up. With a sigh, he reopened his book and began to search for a new spell. It was a shame the room was too loud though because there was no way the Brit could focus like this. And then there was that annoying noise the phone would make whenever someone would be dialed…

"Why the bloody hell do you have that on speaker?!" He turned back to his France, his book once again shut.

"Ach! Leave me alone, Angleterre! It is not my fault that I can't hear anything with all the background noise!" The long haired male referred to the arguing nations. It seemed to have gotten worse. Prussia and Hungary were legitimately fighting, Austria was trying to stay out of it but was being called useless by a raging Switzerland, Italy was in a panic as he was anti violence, Japan was trying to intervene but since he was too polite about it, he didn't make much progress, and then there was Germany. Germany was quiet thus far but the expression on his face was that of immense stress. Like a ticking time bomb, he'd go off any minute now. "Ahh come on, Amérique! Hurry up and answer before a certain German loses his mind!"

England sighed, "Don't be so impatient, Frog. He could be taking a shower for all you know."

"Ohohoho~ Amérique in the shower? That sounds like something I'd want to see~"

"Oh quiet you! You're practically a grandfather compared to him! Get such revolting thoughts out of your head, would you?"

"Ah but you're the one who prompted the idea, mon lapin~"

"And you're the one who decided to think dirty tho-"

"Heya it's America!"

"See, you're so impatient. There he is–"

"Sup dude! You just reached the voicemail of the best nation there is! Sorry I couldn't get to ya! If anything, my phone might be dead, I might be working out, showering, sleeping, gaming– yeah! You get the gist! Anyways, leave your message after the beep and I'll call ya back! P.S, if this is England, I just wanted to say that your cooking sucks ass! LMAO! Seeya later! And thanks for callin'!"

"..."

"..."

"THAT FUCKING BRAT BETTER TAKE BACK WHAT HE SAID RIGHT NOW!"

"Wait wait wait wait. So you mean to say that we're actually 16 and that we're actually highschoolers?!"

"Yes Alfred. This has been the third time you've asked that."

Matthew sighed. Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with his brother. But hey! Atleast he seemed to be coming back to earth since he stopped blabbering nonsense. Well. Kinda. Ever since he noticed the poster regarding the school's rules, Alfred had been staring at it endlessly, reading the print over and over as he asked curious questions.

"And this is like. A fancy schmancy academy for peeps from 'round the world?"

"Mhmm." Once again, Matthew nodded. How long was this going to go on? Also why hadn't the nurse come back from her meeting yet? Due to his brother passing out and waking up only to act completely bonkers, he had a lot questions he wanted to ask the Ukrainian woman. Looking back at his brother and then back to the clock, he began to fidget with the hem of his sweater. It was 8:30pm. When he checked on Alfred to find him awake, it was only 7:45pm. Goddammit, they were gonna miss supper.

"So like, the countries attend?" Came Alfred's next question. Ah great, they were back to ridiculousness.

"No Alfred!" The Canadian snapped, "Countries do not attend school! Everyone's just from a different country! Don't be ridiculous!" God Alfred was going to make him lose his mind. "I'm not Canada and you're not….. America?" If they were countries, then his brother would most likely be America, especially since he was so loud and that he loved McDonald's. It was a basic American stereotype but it was so true to his brother. "Alfred, listen. You and I are just sophomores in highschool! We're not nations either! We're human beings!"

Did that finally shut Alfred up? Did it? Matthew's brother was quiet, his head turned away from the poster so that he was facing him. The two stared at eachother for a few seconds but as they did, Matthew noticed a weird sparkling that was in Alfred's sky colored eyes.

"Dude…" His brother started and immediately, Matthew braced himself for the next nonsensical thing that was to come out of Alfred's mouth. "Dude, dude, dude! I get it now! This is so wack! So wack and cool and so messed up!" He exclaimed. "Dude, Cana–, er Matt– Mattie, right? This is like one of Japan's Anna-mays! Oh my goooood!"

Wait what. Okay, now Alfred was back to acting weird as fuck. "Uhm… What do you mean..?" He was surprised that the other didn't become dejected after his little outburst but even more surprised at whatever he was talking about now.

"Like! Like! You know one of those weird Japanese shows!" Matthew rose an eyebrow. He didn't know his brother liked anime and Japanese things. He never pegged his brother to be a weaboo either. "Like like! With alternate universes and dimension hopping! That shit where they jump worlds and stuff. Like, I think I played a video game where the characters visited different worlds— it was like uhh… Kingdom Hearts or something?"

Again, Matthew was confused. Glancing at the clock, he noted that only 2 minutes had passed and that it was now 8:32pm. Oh man, they were really going to miss supper. "Hey Alfred." Deciding to change the subject, he nudged his head to the clock. "You know it's around 8:30 and we're going to miss dinner since the cafeteria closes at 9 and—"

"Oh dude! I am SO hungry!" Alfred was grinning, most likely at the thought of food, or atleast Matthew was hoping that he was grinning at that thought and not his weird nonsense anime revelation. "Dude dude dude! I could go for like 50 burgers—"

The blond sweatdropped, "Er… Right." He was planning on bringing his brother to the cafeteria with him but he remembered what had just happened with Basch and shuddered. "Uh, actually. I don't think you're in a… uh.. right mind to be going out. Besides, Miss Braginskaya hasn't come back yet and I really think she'd like to talk to you about your health." He explained, hoping that Alfred would listen to him and understand. "I'll go get you dinner, so why don't you wait till I come back, okay?"

"Wha— Cana, er, Mattieee, why can't I go?" Alfred was pouting. "I wanna see the cafeteria too!"

"You've already seen the cafeteria!" Matthew made his way to the door and he could just feel his brother nearing behind him. Why was he so weird? "And yes, you want a lot or burgers so don't remind me. Anyways," Glancing behind his shoulder to see the pouting blond, he sighed, "You stay here! Okay? Wait for Miss Braginskaya and I'll be back with your food. Bye."

And like that, he left and shut the door behind him before Alfred could reply.

Totally not fair.

Canada had left him alone.

Things were starting to make sense to America. It was weird but being into weird things, he totally believed his theory of being in an alternate universe. From the poster on the wall to his brother's claim that they were in highschool. It was a strange world where instead of being nations, they were literal humans who just came from the countries they represented. The part that he found totally weird though was that they were in school. If they were humans then why couldn't they've just stayed adults?

The weirdest thing about the situation however, was that if it was true, then America couldn't help but wonder how the hell he got here and if there were others that had also got sent here. Considering Canada stuck to his belief that they were humans and highschoolers, it was most likely just him who got sent to this world and that everyone around him were originally from this world. But still, why was he here? That was a mystery that America was itching to solve.

Also! Another thing that he found weird about being humans was his name. He knew that even in his world that Alfred F. Jones was his human alias but it's not like it was picked by him. Back when he was a colony, England was the one to give him the name of 'Alfred' and America thought it sounded super old-timey. The 'F. Jones' part was what he gave to himself. The 'F' standing for 'freedom', something he gained after his war with England, and Jones just being the most generic American surname he could think about at the time. America was hoping it wasn't official, hoping that he could have time to change it since he had an alternate name idea that sounded way cooler than 'Alfred F. Jones'. The alternate name idea was 'Christopher Perry Bacon' or 'Chris P. Bacon' for short. But nope, Alfred F. Jones was as official as the country he represented.

America chuckled at his idea. Maybe he could convince this world's Canada to call him that instead. He shrugged, his mind going back to his brother. Canada did leave him in this room and that was kinda shitty of him. He had wanted to go with the other so that they could go to the supposed cafeteria together— mainly so he could explore the school they were in. But Canada seemed… pissy. Pissy that America was had caused him so much trouble and all that. It was actually kind of surprising. He hadn't expected Canada to get so agitated but he always knew that there was more to his soft spoken brother than just shyness.

America decided that he was to stay put in the room and just wait, even if he didn't want to, he figured that he should actually listen to his brother (for once). Besides, since there was no nurse present, it gave him some time to look around. Who was the nurse anyways? The surname Braginskaya sounded familiar? Wasn't that Russia's? But didn't Canada say that the nurse was a miss? Was Russia a girl in this universe?

Once again, he shrugged at the thought and continued to search the room for anything of interest. Many cabinets were labeled with medical terms that he hadn't recognized and on the desk that most likely belonged to the nurse, he saw a laptop. "Ooh~" Curiosity killed the cat but since it was so heroic, God just had to bring it back. With a devilish smile, he tip toed towards the desk and opened the laptop.

The lockscreen was a photograph that had three easily recognizable people in it. In the middle of was that damn commie, his smile being the one he always wore and beside him were two women. To his right was that younger sister of his, Belarus and to his left, was the big breasted older sister, Ukraine. He frowned. So, the nurse must've been one of the sisters. If America was a highschooler, then that meant Russia was probably one too and since Belarus was younger, then that meant that the nurse had to be the one with the colossal knockers. Imagining the woman in a nurse's costume, America's face flared up and he quickly shut the laptop. Yikes. The school hired that woman to be the nurse? That's kinda perverse.

What else was in this room that seemed worthy of inspecting? He gave a thoughtful hum then had noticed a familiar jacket hanging on a coat rack off the wall. Blinking, he walked over to it, pulled it off, and held it up. The jacket was the same shade of brown as the one he'd normally wear but it wasn't the same type of jacket. It looked like a varsity one and just like his bomber jacket, there was a star patch on the front and an airplane patch on the sleeve. Whistling at that sight, he pulled it on and just like that, it was a perfect fit.

"Nice!" He smiled. The jacket was comfier than his regular bomber jacket, but it was probably because it was made with a more sweater like material. If only there was a mirror here then he'd totally check himself out. America stuffed his hands in his pockets and when he did, felt a plastic item inside. "Hm?" He grabbed onto the item and pulled it out. Bringing up to his face, he looked at it.

"WORLD ACADEMY W. STUDENT ID #7041776

ALFRED F. JONES

Age: 16

Grade: Sophomore (YR 2 HIGHSCHOOL)

Country: United States of America"

It was an ID, one that had a picture of him that looked godawful. He cringed, if there was anything worse than the gaudy plaid pants he was wearing, it had to be the picture on the ID that made him look so dumb. Ignoring the picture for now, he stared at the ID for a few seconds before putting it away. This was another piece of evidence that proved he was in a different world. Quietly he wondered if he really was a human in this world or if he stayed as a nation. If so, then he could probably prove to Canada who and what he is. Other than that, he had also wondered if the highschooler version of himself was in his world. Man, that'd be odd.

His stomach growled and he groaned.

"Hhhrhrhrhgghh, Cannn-aaaa-daaaaaa, where are youuuuuu."

No harm in using his nation name if he wasn't here, right?

A/N:

Ohoho? An update already? Nice! I woke up so early and got bored so I decided to write this. Honestly, fuck school! My sleeping schedules all messed up bc of it, ya know?

Anyways, I hope you liked the newest installment to this fic! It's more heftier than the last few chapters, meaning the word count is bigger and that there's 3 parts to it! Tbh, writing the meeting was fun, 'specially since there were more characters than just Mattie and Ame. Writing the "Where is America?" scene was definitely something I wanted to do. I also hope you guys noticed those easter eggs I planted.

Also: Another thank you to the people who reviewed last chapter (and to those who reviewed in general)— also a thanks to all who faved/followed ofc! Again, all your support is most welcome and I appreciate all you've done for me thus far!

Also Also: You guys sure are funny with ur ships. Be lucky that I have a lot of America ships lol. It sure'll be fun to tease y'all because still, the ship(s) are undecided. Plus Ame isn't the only character in this fic you guys.

Until then, seeya later till the next installment! Feel free to review if you've got anythin' to say!