A/N: So, I have no idea what to say here today. So, Imma just gonna start. Oh, and I'll free Iggy now.

Warnings: France/Romano's mouth/Various other people's mouths

Chapter Start

"Hey, look, Artie!" Gilbert laughed as the group walked towards World Studies. He showed Arthur his phone.

Elizabeta Hedevary commented on Arthur Kirkland's status
What if it's a crooked ruler?
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"Elizabeta!" Arthur shouted angrily.

Elizabeta was going to reply but then the group entered the classroom.

"Vee~ I'm sure you'll like this class. It's kinda funny." Feliciano said to Roma as they went to introduce the latter to the teacher.

Mr. Smith looked up from his paperwork as the two approached. "Hello, you must be the new student. My name is Mr. Smith."

Roma nodded. "I am Romischen, but personally, I prefer Roma."

"My goodness…that is a very unique hat… Is it from the era of the Holy Roman Empire?" the teacher asked, amazed.

"Yes, it is!" Roma said, his eye lighting up. "No one ever understands it and they always mistake the empire for the regular Roman Empire…"

Mr. Smith nodded. "I understand what you mean. Well, it was pleasure to meet you, young man. I've never met someone more fascinated with that time of history than me."

Roma smiled a bit and followed Feliciano to where they would sit.

"Good morning class. Today I want you to write the name of your favorite country and put it in this hat." Mr. Smith held out a top hat. He watched as the students came up and placed papers in the hat. He waited until they all had come and then picked out a slip. "Today we shall learn about…America!"

"Yes!" Alfred cheered, standing.

"I'm glad that you're excited, Mr. Jones, but please sit down."

Alfred pouted childishly but took his seat.

"Hah! Serves you, wanker!" Arthur laughed.

"Is there something you want to say, Mr. Kirkland?" Mr. Smith sighed.

"Yeah, actually. Since I raised the bloody country, do I have to learn about him?" Arthur asked, regaining his serious demeanor. (Arthur? Serious? Is this the same Iggy?)

"What?" the teacher asked. "You're not a country and you certainly did not raise one. You may be English, but you are not England."

Arthur looked confused and slightly hurt. "What…what do you mean?" Of course I am!

"You said that you 'raised' America…" These boys are odd…

"Oh, I must have had a speail, as Alfred would say…" Arthur muttered dejectedly. That was…odd…. I was convinced I was country for a moment…

"You even reference him! There's so much evidence supporting my theory!" Elizabeta said.

"Oh, yes…speaking of that… every once in a while, we do look on Facebook to make sure you kids aren't posting anything terribly inappropriate." Mr. Smith started.

Several students gulped.

"I'm sure Arthur doesn't appreciate you teasing him about what he obviously hasn't come out of the closet about."

Arthur's face flushed and he turned as red as one of Antonio's tomatoes. He stood, shoved his chair back, and stormed out of the classroom.

Arthur sat on a bench outside in the freezing cold weather. (I have decided that it is winter!) He held his face in his hands, a single tear frozen to his cheek.

"Flying Mint Bunny?" He muttered.

"Yes?" The mint colored flying rabbit replied.

"You don't think I'm gay, do you?"

"Of course not!"

"That's good…you seem to be the only one…" Arthur sighed.

"…but…you're so sensitive about it, it makes it seem like you are in the closet…" the 'imaginary' bunny offered.

Arthur considered this for a moment.

"Artie! Hey, what are you doing out here? You'll freeze!" a familiar voice called.

The Brit looked up.

"Dude, you'll get sick," Alfred said, running up to him.

"If you're going to make fun of me, I don't want to hear it…" Arthur muttered.

Alfred simply shook his head and sat down on the bench.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead! Call me whatever you want…" Arthur snarled uncharacteristically.

Alfred sighed, actually serious for once. He thought for a moment, and then took off the scarf he had been wearing and wrapped it around the Englishman.

Arthur looked up, surprised, when Alfred also placed his coat around the former's shoulders. "Al…Alfred…"

"It's ok! Heroes don't get sick!" Alfred said reassuringly.

Arthur blinked, looking up at the American before ever so slightly curling into him and start crying into his shoulder.

"Artie…" Alfred muttered as the cries turned to sobs. "They really hurt you, didn't they?"

Arthur said nothing, his tears dampening Alfred's sleeve before they froze. Then he took a deep breath. "B….bloo….bloody fr….frog! T…this is al…all his fa…fault!" he shouted between sobs. "******, ******, ******!"

"Look, Artie… If you want me to beat him up, you could have just asked."

Arthur looked up at him. "Y…you really mean it?"

"Of course man! What else are friends for?" Alfred said, smiling.

"Friends… That is what we are, isn't it?" The Brit thought aloud. "Even though we fight like there's no tomorrow…"

The American nodded. "C'mon…. Let's go back inside before I'm friends with a popsicle." He smiled again and helped Arthur to his feet.

Arthur wrapped himself in Alfred's coat and allowed himself to lean against Alfred as they traveled back inside.

"Und our lovely couple returns after the end of class…how cliché…" Gilbert muttered, leaning against the wall.

"Sh…shut u…up…" Arthur snarled quietly.

"Shut it, Gilbert." Alfred snapped, more forcefully "He's not my boyfriend. We're just friends."

"Fine…"

"Do ya' know where Francis is?"

"Ja…vhy?"

"I wanna beat him up." He answered simply.

"Vho doesn't…. He already vent to lunch." Gilbert said, shrugging.

"Thanks. Will you watch Artie for me? He's cold and having a bad day." Alfred said as if Arthur were a dog.

"I don't need to be watched…" The Brit protested weakly.

"Sure." Gilbert took Arthur, made him sit on the floor, and sat down next to him.

Alfred ran off towards the cafeteria. He spotted Francis at a table with some of the others. He walked towards them.

Francis, unfortunately for him, stood up to greet Alfred. "Oh, bonjour, you 'ave decided to join us. Where is Arzur?"

Alfred narrowed his eyes and punched Francis in the face, almost using all the force he could muster. The Frenchman stumbled backwards and fell over his chair. Francis got to his feet, putting a hand to his bleeding nose.

"Alfred! What was zat for?" He cried.

Alfred said nothing and hit him again.

"Francis, don't just take it! Fight back, mi amigo!" Antonio urged.

Francis thought for a moment and then rocket punched Alfred's face. Alfred recovered quickly and kicked Francis where the sun don't shine. The Frenchie doubled over, only to be kicked in the head. Francis also recovered rapidly and punched Alfred. The American dodged and proceeded to beat Francis next to senseless.

"Ow, ow, ok… I give up…" Francis begged.

"Hey, what's going on here?" One of the school security officers shouted as Alfred kicked Francis again, just for good measure.

The officer restrained the American boy and motioned for Antonio to help Francis stand. "I asked what's going on, boys."

"He was harassing my friend!" Alfred stated, trying to break free of the grip.

"I would never!" Francis said "Unless of course you mean sexually…. Zen I might…but zat's besides ze point!"

"Why couldn't your friend take care of it?" the officer asked, ignoring Francis' comment.

"Because little Artie is weak, da?" Ivan said, smiling that signature smile of his that scares the socks off everybody.

"Shut it, commie! You're not a part of this!" Alfred growled.

"Son, we'd like to have a chat with you." The officer said, dragging the boy pretty much by force from the room.

As they left, Alfred happened to catch a few moments of the news.

"Oh, hold on, it seems we have some breaking news! The United States military has dropped a bomb on France!" the reporter reported.

A/N: Well, look at that. It seems that whatever our forgetful nations do affects the real world. This could make for some interesting times. I'll go more into the news broadcast next chapter.

So, I'm thinking of putting an OC in here. Whaddya think? She could help speed the plot along or just create…interesting situations.

And these you go, Maka. I said the ruler comment just like I said I would.

Oh, if you guys really want a character to have a chapter focusing on them, just tell me and I'll work it in when I can. I do realize that some characters are getting way more attention than others, and I don't want to just leave out your favorites.

I was going to post this yesterday, but I got too wrapped up in drawing my Valentine's Day/Singles Awareness Day picture. (Nice little segway… I posted the picture on my DeviantART account, which has the same name as this one if you wanna check it out.)

So, I have news! I got a new flute! It's open hole and has a silver head joint! My mom told me the style was French, so I named him Angleterre. My other flute, Reggie, is now going to be my marching flute for next year.

I have a nice long weekend off of school. We get this Friday, and next Monday and Tuesday off. And I'm going on a Youth retreat with my church youth group this weekend. (Death Note Gal of Tomatoes is going too. She's in my youth group :D) We're going somewhere in Tennessee. We leave at 9:00 Friday morning. So, I may be a little later than normal on updating because I may not have as much time to write as I normally do. But never fear! I may actually get quite a lot done on the bus rides to and from. I just wanted to post this before we left so you guys didn't have to wait twice as long for me to have internet access again.

I'm too lazy to kidnap anyone today, so just review for the general support of this story and for the heck of it.

Sweden: Terach does no own Hetalia….or any of the characters…. Especially Finland…

Me: Peace out ya'll!