I am so sorry it took so long to get this out! It's just that I started losing interest in Hetalia (it happens) not to mention I was having a bit of difficulty as to how to start this story as well.

I am so, so, sorry.

On a brighter note to those who submitted characters after the deadline... I have decided to accept them. One, cause I needed some of those characters for something and two... well, just a few more wouldn't hurt. But after that, I'm not going to be doing any accepting for a while.

NOTE: But for now, until I get things settled down, I am not going to accept any more characters. Sorry, but first couple chapters I find myself swarmed with like, ten! And trust me, including other peoples' characters is harder than it seems.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of the OCs that you sent me. And just so you know, I'm sure some of you will recognize the OCs you submitted in this chapter.

First day of school and assemblies are boring

"Bloody hell, do kids these days have any manners?" England retorted as he was bumped into for the fifth time that day.

It was only morning and classes hadn't even started yet. It was safe to say that the Briton did not have a good impression of the American schooling system so far.

Though it was probably him being a tiny bit biased by just how many teens came up to him asking about his eyebrows in a not so nice manner that was giving him that impression.

"Calm down, L'Angleterre." France chortled. Unlike his eternal rival, he had been highly entertained by the continuous stares England had gotten as they made their way to the gymnasium due to his most noticeable features that people always kept staring at.

"What the hell do you expect?" Romano snorted; folding his arms across his chest. "They're fucking American; they take after that guy and we all know how he is."

Several kids walking past them at the time had heard Romano's comment loud and clear and threw him very dirty looks that made the others in his group uncomfortable by default.

Yup. They were definitely off to a great start this morning, that's for sure.

"You should refrain from saying things like that, especially in his boundaries. I don't think his people take too kindly to any derogatory comments about them or their... nation." Germany told Romano sternly. "And that statement was uncalled for as well. America and his boss were nice enough to be the hosts of this... idea and you should be grateful that."

"Who the hell asked you, potato bastard?" Romano screamed at him. "And why do I have to be grateful for something that I don't want in the first place?"

"Romano!" Italy looked at his brother sternly. While he usually over looked his older brother's use of language, he could not condone his lashing out at his friend when he had done nothing wrong. "He was just giving you some advice!"

"Yeah." Prussia snorted, placing his hands behind his head as he sneered at the southern representative of Italy. "Cause from what I've seen so far, you're not going about this whole blending in with the student population the right way."

"W-whatever!" A red faced Romano snapped, looking away as he realized that his companions were right.

Making it through the whole damn year was going to be hard enough; no need to make enemies to complicate things even further. And his brother had forced the possibility of being bullied on to him and had given him facts on just how brutal and cutthroat kids could be these days by making him read various stories on how far victims were driven.

Thanks Italy, he couldn't help saying sarcastically in his mind. He really needed that.

"Romano!" Spain wrapped his arms around the Italian, making said Italian jolt with a startle cry and attempt to hit the idiot Spaniard who was hugging him. "You're so cute when you admit that you're wrong!"

"Dammit! Let go of me you idiot Spaniard!"

The entire group consisted of six nations and one ex-nation: England, France, Romano, Germany, Italy, Spain and finally Prussia. People around them were giving them weird stares; not because Romano had said anything derogatory about their country again, but because they were practically making a scene in the middle of the hall way.

...

Not to mention that they were blocking the doors to the auditorium.

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"Will the guy just hurry up with his speech so that we can get this nightmare over with?" Cuba grumbled underneath his breath, folding his arms and sinking into his seat with a scowl.

Much to his disgust, Cuba had been forced to enroll as a sophomore at the school by his boss and was currently sitting through the assembly held for the Grade 10s. The only good thing about it was that he was in the same grade as Canada and therefore there was a possibility that they shared the same glasses.

The bad news?

America happened to be registered in the same year as them.

Canada didn't say anything as he tried to pay attention to the vice-principal's speech all the while ignoring his friend who had THANKFULLY not mistaken him for his brother. Yet. He had a feeling that he was going to be doing a lot of running once the assembly was over.

"Pfft. I know." Said a voice from behind him. "We did this last year too... it was just a whole speech on how this is a whole new year and how we shouldn't start any trouble and behave ourselves. So why bother this year and the year after as well? I can understand them telling the freshmen, though..."

The two countries whirled around in their seats to see an annoyed looking girl with tan skin and asian facial features staring at them. She looked up at the man who was currently talking about what would happen if any of them broke the rules and scowled.

"By the way, the guy talking up front is Mitchell. He's an asshole."

"Er...why?" Canada asked, intrigued by what this girl was saying. Cuba was paying attention too, but that was probably because anything was better than having to listen to the guy's boring speech.

The girl's dark brown eyes stared at them intently from behind the lens of her glasses as if she was trying to read them. This made Canada squirm a tiny bit, but it wasn't noticeable.

"Um... didn't you take note of the way he's talking or do you have to see him humiliate someone in the hallway first?"

The girl yelped as she felt someone elbow her roughly in the side. She turned to glare at her friend sitting next to her; another girl with shoulder length orange hair and green eyes. "Kelly, what was that for?"

"Can't you see that you're making him uneasy, Jay?" The girl dubbed as Kelly hissed so that the other people around them couldn't hear what she was saying.

Shooting her friend another look, Jay turned back to face Canada and an impatient Cuba. "Anyways, if Mitchell doesn't like you, he makes you feel like you're not worth anything above crap and goes out of his way to prove it too. Usually in public where everyone can see you and gossip about it."

"Sounds nice." Cuba snorted. Mitchell sounded like a certain annoying country he was forced to put up with at the World Meetings.

"Anyways, he's really benevolent to those who get high grades or are really good athletes... that sort of thing. He hates all the other 'ordinary' kids and troublemakers. Get my drift?"

"Eh... I think so." Canada admitted. He got that this Mitchell person was not someone you wanted to associate with unless you were the kind of person he liked. And from what the girl Jay was saying, he didn't like a good majority of the students.

"Yeah." Kelly agreed, glancing around quickly before joining into the conversation. "If you can, avoid him. Unless you're a jock or have a 4.0 GPA, you're better off not being within his vicinity."

Canada nodded. It wasn't smart to pass up good advice; especially the kind that came to you for free.

And he had a feeling that he and the other countries were going to need all the advice that they got.

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"...and I'd like you to give a warm welcome to your new principal this year, Ms. Chase!"

Denmark groaned, leaning back into his seat before sinking into it.

"When is it going to end?" He whined. Sure, the World Meetings they had to attend every year were longer but there you didn't really have to pay attention and you could distract yourself from having to listen to the boring stuff that had nothing to do with you. But here, you were forced to listen to what the people up front were saying and they telling you that you weren't allowed to do most of the fun things!

Sitting next to him, Norway rolled his eyes. "It's not that bad, and if you'd listen you might actually learn something."

"But I can learn what they said after!"

"By annoying me until I tell you, right?"

"Eh? Did you say something Norge?"

"Never mind."

The other Nordics listened to the conversation, amused. The argument going on between the two countries was far more interesting than what the new school principal was saying but they weren't going to say that out loud.

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"Finally! It's over!" South Africa stretched her arms over her head as she tried to get rid of the stiffness that had settled in after having to sit still for so long. "I think I can feel my limbs again."

The tanned girl walking along side her shot her an amused look. The two countries never spoke with one another but they had been forced to sit beside each other when the onslaught of students entering the huge room had forced them to quickly get out of the way of getting trampled. Since everyone surrounding them were humans and they knew each other by sight only, they decided to talk to each other in under tones.

They were surprised to know they had several things in common. Such as dancing.

"But the assembly was so much shorter than the World Meetings... and actually more informative." Because nothing ever really got done at the annual gathering of the world except the meeting dissolving into one huge mess afterwards.

"Oh really? Exactly how was that assembly going to help solve the issue of Global Warming Rica?" South Africa couldn't help teasing her after recently learning that she was a major activist of all sorts.

"Don't call me Rica. It's Alicia, here." Costa Rica whispered, looking around furtively to see if anyone would over hear them. "We're 'humans' here so we have to have human names!"

"Got it." South Africa grinned, giving the Latin American country a thumbs up. "Then you should call me Naledi! But also, my last name is Zuma."

"So then Naledi Zuma?" Costa Rica asked, taking note of the Black African's name.

"Yup." She held out a hand to the other country. "Nice to meet you, Alicia! I hope we can become good friends!"

"Well then," 'Alicia' took hold of her hand. "I hope we can become good friends as well, Naledi!"

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"Wow, look, those two are friends already!" Belgium said to her brothers as they watched South Africa and Costa Rica shaking hands.

The three Western European countries were, like the rest of the student population, glad to have finally gotten out of the crowded auditorium. But now, they had something else to dread: going to class.

"Wow." Luxembourg blinked. "They... are. Do you think that this whole idea of getting everyone to attend a high school in hopes that we'll get along better is actually working?"

Netherlands didn't say anything in favour of watching the two younger girls.

"I think so." Belgium nodded. "I mean, I've never seen those two actually talk with each other."

"Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all." Netherlands agreed with his siblings. But what he was agreeing on was not that attending high school was likely to diffuse a World War III situation but rather that he could go and befriend the cute girl countries of the world. As well as the cute human girls, since he already spotted a few he was interested in being friends with.

Not that he was actually going to tell anyone about his ulterior motives other than having to listen to his boss' orders.

His younger brother wasn't fooled at all for a minute. "Please don't do anything that's going to get you arrested, alright Brudder?"

AND OH MAH GOD I AM DONE!

Seriously, I never thought that I was going to be able to finish this but I actually did it! YES!

Anyways, sorry about that. I kinda lost interest in Hetalia not to mention a Writer's block decided to hit me. I still have a bit of that writer's block but luckily for you, I was able to manage to push past it to finish this story. Also... about what Romano said... don't get offended. We know how mouthy he is and the others stuck up for America, right?

And yeah... nothing productive in this chapter since it's mostly countries being introduced to an environment they're unused to as well as filler and me wanting to get something out for you to read. Anyways, I still hope you enjoyed it.

Until next time!