Bonjour my little Hetalia lovelies! Thanks for all of the reviews you guys are almost as awesome as Prussia! *Romano pops out of nowhere and punches my arm* 'shut the fuck up and let them read you damn writing bastard! You've been outside too long, I couldn't find the tomatoes!'. *rubs arm* 'you didn't have to get violent!'

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Lovina had decided to give up with Feliciana and her coloring book; she was lucky that her sister was now occupied and not bothering her. Lovina was just going to sleep the rest of the way to Canada. She was about to make her way back to her seat when an overpowering smell of cheese and wine hit her in the face. She suddenly felt someone tap on her shoulder lightly.

"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle. This is yours, no?" she turned around to find a boy around the same age as her. He had shoulder length wavy blonde hair, and was dressed as if he had just come out of the latest European fashion show. His bright blue eyes looked too excited to be talking to a person like her, and the stubble on his chin was driving her insane. Without a doubt, she had run into a flamboyant Frenchie and was terrified by the look on his face. She had heard stories of the French, and would rather not deal with them on the road to her new life; she was trying to make it better not worse.

"It is alright mon cheri! No need to be shy~!" he stepped closer to her, making the space between them lessen. Lovina shoved the Frenchman away from her.

'So the stories were true; they do try to come on to you the first time you meet! At least one of Nonno's stories was helpful.'

"Get the fuck away wine breath! And no it's not mine; it is my idiota sorella's!" He was thrown off guard by her sudden push and outburst. But his smile returned as he looked past Lovina and to her sister, who was now coloring Belle from 'Beauty and the Beast'. Lovina was tired and just wanted to sleep, not get harassed by a horny snail eater.

"Ohononon~, you two are sisters?" Feliciana had just realized what was going on beside her, and looked up to Lovina's back. She poked her sister's side with half closed eyes.

"Ve~, who are you talking to Lovi?" the French bastard looked to Lovina expectantly. She snorted, 'what? This mop head wants me to introduce him?' She rolled her eyes, swatting her hand towards the boy in front of her.

"No one important; he just came to return your damn book." Lovina grabbed the Disney book from him, tossing it to her sister who squealed something in Italian. She then threw him the stink eye, crossing her arms. She didn't like the way he was looking at her Feli, especially since he was giving off the creeper-vibe.

"Ohhh~, feisty." The boy continued to stand there and stare with a clueless expression. Obviously he didn't understand when someone wanted to be left alone. She was about kick him in the shin, but noticed that someone had already done the job for her.

Doubling over from the blow to the back of his knee, the flamboyant boy fell to the ground. Lovina couldn't help herself from laughing her ass off as he laid there trying to get up, swearing in French. She pried her eyes from the struggling man-child to see who had helped her.

"I'm terribly sorry miss," a slim British teenager appeared rubbing the back of his neck. He had disheveled blonde hair about to his ears, and forest green eyes that were filled with annoyance. Above those were the largest eyebrows that she had ever seen. She was surprised that they didn't pull his forehead down past his eyes, or had won a Guinness record. He was currently wearing a British flagged shirt and tight skinny jeans. "This bloody git has no manners and tends to aggravate," he stepped on the boy's foot as he stood up, "anyone who has a pulse."

"Ow! You ungrateful slime~! How many times am I going to get beaten up today?" He reached for the other blonde's neck in an attempt to choke him, but decided not to and walked away with an overdramatic huff. The British boy scoffed and yelled something along the lines of 'that's right you bloody frog! Go jump off the plane!' Lovina was trying to suppress her laughs again as she looked to the British man's eyebrows.

The bushy eyed boy turned and extended a hand in her direction. "Sorry again, my name is Arthur Kirkland. The thing that was on the floor a moment ago is called Francis Bonnefoy." She stretched her arm and grasped his hand; they were incredibly soft and dainty; almost like a woman's.

"Lovina Vargas. And its fine, I was going to kick him anyways." Arthur just chuckled and shook his head. She realized that if it wasn't for his eyebrows, and tendency to attack people, he could be kinda cute. But she brushed that thought aside; no one would want her anyway if she tried to date. Plus she couldn't possibly picture herself with such a man who looked like he had a stick up his ass.

"Kicking him won't stop the twit's pursuits; unfortunately it makes him more interested." He turned and shot a disgusted face to the boy who in turn flipped his hair and stuck his tongue out. The Francis boy had just settled down next to a creepy man who was polishing a pick axe. What the hell!? Isn't that considered a weapon?

Arthur caught Lovina's look as she stared at the boy with the long scarf and mining weapon, he smirked.

"Oh that large gray haired fellow over there?" he motioned to the pick axe owner. "That is Ivan Braginski, I advise you steer clear."

"Isn't it illegal to carry that?"

"Yes indeed it is; but don't tell him that." Arthur shuddered and turned to Lovina. "Anyways I assume you're on your way to the academy?" Lovina looked surprised at how the Brit figured it out.

"Y-yes...how the hell did you know?" She was sure she hadn't told anyone about her transfer. It's not like she had any friends to tell, that is. At school she would just hang out with Feli, she didn't need anyone else's company.

"Well I am the student body president; I am in charge of the transfer papers and such. I remember coming across you and your sister a couple of day ago, you were cutting it close with the deadline." He glowed triumphantly when he said president, she almost barfed.

'Ugh his kind of personality makes me want to slam my head in'. She hated people who thought they could boss others around; one of the reasons why she was always in the principal's office.

Feliciana was now craned under Lovina's arm and peeking around her side to watch Arthur ramble on about his 'duties of being president' and all that bullshit. Finally, Lovina interrupted Arthur to ask a question that had been bugging her for a little bit.

"Since you're going to the same school we are, and you seem to know all of them," she pointed to the other side of the first class cabin, "does that mean they're going to the same academy?" For a first, Lovina was hoping that what she was thinking was wrong.

"Of course, everyone on that side of the plane are students." She felt a sudden coldness run through her as she took the sight of her classmates in. "You and your sister are sitting here because your papers were late."

She looked to his side of the cabin and took a peek.

There was the Asian section; they were all sitting around and talking. Except for the one with the bowl cut, he was listening to music and playing on a PSP. Oh how Lovina wished she was him right now, either that or sleeping. She didn't mind them; they were nice and quiet. She took a mental note of the one that kept groping people though.

Then there was a group of blondes, one had spiky hair and was snoring loudly. He was oblivious to the smaller woman who sat right next to him; she seemed to have a green aura surrounding her as she stared daggers at his head. A taller blonde was sitting next to her with a serious looking face and piercing blue eyes. He was listening to a petite flailing boy with big brown eyes who was clutching puffy white dog perched on his lap. At the end of the couch, there was another small boy with grey hair; he was feeding some sort of penguin with a rainbow beak.

'What the hell? Was I the only one who walked through a metal detector or was searched for animals?'

She came across three boys who all looked like they were about to pee themselves because the damn pick axe bastard started to talk. Sitting next to the one with the shoulder length brown hair, was a crazed looking girl who was staring at Ivan. Behind them were two people; one was a prissy looking aristocrat and the other was frantically trying to get her attention.

"Oh fuck, don't tell me…" she just knew her day was going to get worse.

"Feli! Does that frying pan bastard go to our school too?" It took a while for Feli to process the question, but when she finally answered, it wasn't what Lovina wanted to hear.

"Si~! Isn't that exciting Lovi?"

"Oh yes, very exciting Feli," she retorte. "I think she wants you to go see her though." Feli jumped up from around Lovina and skipped over to the excited Hungarian, who flew up and pulled her into a hug.

Lovina took in each group once more and came to a conclusion; she was screwed. So much for her new mature school; every damn person she looked at seemed to have some sort of problem. She even noticed a boy who was wearing chick's clothes, 'for fucks sake!'

She wanted desperately to go and take a nap. Hoping that when she woke up, her whole experience would just turn out to be a disturbing dream. She said goodbye to Arthur and made her way back to the window seat. Putting on her headphones once again; she drowned herself in relaxing music. Trying to calm her mood, she eventually fell asleep.

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Oki doki, the plot is coming up I promise! *Romano returns* 'It damn well better be woman!'. 'Romano? I thought I sent you back to Spain!'. 'Yeah well guess what? I'm fucking back, that tomato bastard kept telling me what to do! And that box you shoved me in wasn't the comfiest thing even if there were fucking holes in it!'

Oh wellll :3 thanks for the reviews again! I'm going to start writing another story so I will update the next chance i get! Adios mah peeps~