This is chapter 1. Hopefully this doesn't fail like I know it probably will. If it wasn't for Google, this chapter would not exist…and I only say that because with Google, I was able to pull up the script for The Breakfast Club…so I am thankfully able to write these chapters with that lovely reference.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club and Hetalia…sadly. ENJOY! (x

'Saturday…24April, 2011. Hetalia High School, Reston, Virginia. 60062. Dear Mr. Zwingli…We accept the fact that we have had to give up a whole Saturday in detention for whatever we did wrong. What we did WAS wrong. But, honestly, we think it was crazy that you made us write this essay telling you who we think we are, do you really care? You see us how you want to see us…in the simplest of terms and most convenient definitions. You see us as a nerd, an athlete, an emo, an IT girl, and a criminal. Am I correct? That's how we all saw each other at seven o'clock today. We were brainwashed…'

Elizabeta sat in her father's car. Her long dark brown hair hung to the sides. Her dark green eyes looked out of the window glaring at the school somewhat hoping that it would blow up, and she'd be able to get out of the detention. "Dad I can't believe you can't get me out of this" She huffed "I mean it's SO stupid that I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like I'm a defective or something…" Her father sighed. "I'll make it up to you, sweetie I promise." He turned to look at her now. "Ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day." He handed his daughter her lunch and she got out of the car rolling her eyes and stomped up the steps to the school.

Matthew looked out of the car window. He sighed, knowing his mom was going to say SOMETHING. "Sweetie, is this the first or last time we do this?" She asked making Matthew roll his eyes. "The last mom," He said in an exasperated tone. "Don't use that tone with me," She said clearly upset with the way her son was acting. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get in there and use the time to your advantage.." Matthew rolled his eyes. He knew his mom would say something like that. Why couldn't she just understand that this school was different then most? "Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just sit there the whole time and do nothing." He said getting slightly upset with his mother. "Well find a way to study god damnit!" She yelled. His annoying little sister decided NOW was the time to say something. "YEAH!" She said in that annoying little voice she said, always agreeing with their parents about how much of a failure he was, and always telling him what to do…and she NEVER got in trouble. He sighed and grabbed his backpack. "Well…GO!" His mother yelled at him once again. He got out of the car and slung his backpack over one shoulder and started making his way towards his doom.

Alfred sat there in his father's truck pulling his favorite bomber jacket from the football season closer to him. After a few minutes his dad broke the awkward silence between them. "Hell, I screwed around…men screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. But, you got caught, son…" He could tell his father was trying to make him feel better, but it wasn't working. "Mom already yelled at me about…" He said in a broken tone. His father just glared at him. "You wanna miss a lax game? You wanna throw everything we've worked for out the window? No college is going to give scholarships to a trouble maker!" Alfred just rolled his eyes and got out of the car. Making sure to slam the door shut and walked towards the school. As he did he wondered if his dad ever thought that maybe he wanted out of the life that was clearly already written up for him? No he thought sullenly. He probably hasn't.

Gilbert walked across the parking lot, wearing a pair of black sunglasses and a long tan trench coat. A car cam speeding towards him, but he just kept walking not even noticing. The driver of the car slammed on the breaks directly in front of him, but he walked towards the school.

Alice stepped out of the car dressed in all black, as she gets out of the car she steps forward to try and say goodbye to her mother, but the car just ignored and sped away. She huffed and blew her messy blond hair put of her face and walked towards the school.

In the library there are six tables in two rows of three. Elizabeta is sitting at the front on the right. Matthew came in and sat down at the table behind her. Alfred who clearly knew Elizabeta comes on and points to the chair next to her. She shrugs and he sits there. Gilbert walks in and touches everything on the checkout desk and takes a few things in the process. He walks over to where Matthew is sitting and points to the table on the opposite side of the library. Matthew rolls his eyes and picks up his things and goes over to the table. Gilbert sits at the table where Matthew was and puts his feet up. Alice walks in at that moment and half walks half stomps all the way around the library with her blond hair in front of her face. She sits in the back corner table just behind Matthew. Alfred and Elizabeta look at each other and laugh. Matthew looks at Alice in pure confusion and rolls his eyes yet again and turns away. At that moment the Principle Vash Zwingli he holds a pile of papers and pencils in his hand. He speaks to the group of teens with such disrespect and venom in his tone, it makes you wonder WHY he's the principle. "Well, well, well, we're all here! I want to give you all a round of applause for being on time…" Elizabeta raises her hand.

"Excuse me, Zwingli sir? I think there's been a mistake," She says and pauses to swallow. "I know this is detention and all, but I don't think I belong…here…" He just rolls his eyes not caring and continues to speak. "It is now seven-oh-six" Matthew looks at his watch and sighs. "You have exactly eight hours to sit and ponder about WHY you're here today. To think about the error of your ill behavior." Gilbert spits into the air and catches it in his mouth again. Elizabeta looks like she's about to gag and Alfred looks at him with pure disgust. "…And you will NOT talk," He looks at the Hungarian. "You will NOT move from these seats…" He says as Matthew is about to move to the seat next to him, and he quickly moves back to his original seat. "…and you…" Vash pulls the chair Gilbert was currently resting his feet on out from under them and pulls it around the table. Gilbert just moves his feet to the top of the table instead. "…will not sleep. Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay! It will be no less than a thousand words," He slams a piece of paper and a pencil down on Alice's desk. "You are going to describe to me who you think you are."

"Is this a test?" Vash just ignores Gilbert and slams a piece of paper and pencil on his desk. "And when I say essay…I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. I that clear Mr. Beilschmidt?" Said person looks up.

"Crystal…"

"Good…" Vash continued. "Maybe you'll learn a little more about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide if you want to return or not." Matthew raises his hand and then stands.

"I know the answer right now sir. That'd be a big flat no! No 'cause…"

"Sit down Williams…" Vash said voice full of venom.

"Thank you sir." Matthew sits and then rests his head in his arms. Vash just continues with his pointless speech. "My office.." He points. "Is right across the hall. Any fooling around is forbidden!" He looks around at what he thinks is a pathetic group of teenagers. "Any questions?" Gilbert looks up.

"Yeah…I have one," Vash looks at him suspiciously.

"Does Barry Manilow know you raid his closet?" Elizabeta, Alfred, Matthew, and even Alice laugh at that. "I'll give you the answer to that question. Detention! Next Saturday!" He was now getting closer to the door. "Don't mess with the bull, you'll get the horns." Vash then leaves.

"That man…is a brownie hound…" Gilbert says when Vash is gone.

When everyone is trying to get as comfortable as they can get, they hear a loud snipping sound. Slowly Matthew turns to look and its Alice biting her nails. Gilbert's eyes widen as he turns to look. Everyone in the room is now looking at her. "You keep eating your hand like that, and you won't have room for lunch…" Alice glares and spits the nail she bit off at him. "I've seen you around before…" Gilbert says again. Alice just ignores him and turns to the side, ignoring everyones existance...

This will be continued next chapter. Some chapters may be longer, and some may be shorter, and that's only because I have no idea how I'm going to seperate the movie into chapters...lol...anyway...hope you liked it! I'm having so much fun writing this it's not even funny. I honestly think it should be illelgal that I like writing this so much...but anyway R&R and tell me what you think! I love reviews almost as much as I love scones and pazcki!

~Jill(England)~