Thanks to all my reviewers- I love you all! I am veeeeery excited to bring Chapter 2 to you all, so please enjoy! I still don't own Hetalia! I'm saving up for it, though! ON TO CHAPTER 2!!

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Turning the World Upside Down

Chapter 2: Good Impressions?

Austria sighed, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and forefinger, standing awkwardly alone on the stage. They were late. The new students were seriously late for their own assembly. They were supposed to be here three minutes ago, and the student body was shifting restlessly. The hall was completely silent, except for the silent, angry mumbling of Ludwig's brother, Prussia. During any normal occasion, England or Germany probably would have snapped at him. However, they were too busy being irritated at the students they hadn't met yet to bother (except, yet again, for Spain, who was too busy humming a song to himself). The students at the school valued punctuality over all else, and they seemed uncomfortable that the new arrivals were late. Suddenly everyone heard a sound- something distant, but steadily approaching. It sounded like a combination of odd sounds- a cackling laugh and a string of Italian profanities.

The door to the auditorium slammed open, and a very crazy group of people entered the room. There was a blonde on roller skates, carrying the other three as easily as if they weighed absolutely nothing. He was laughing like he was absolutely insane and his glasses glinted crazily in the light from the auditorium. There was a furious brunette thrown over his shoulder who was swearing so much the students were gaping at him. He didn't even notice. On his back was another brunette who looked almost exactly like the other, down to the spasmodic hair curl. He was giggling with excited delight, squealing "Faster, faster, America! Whee!" Finally was the slight, delicate girl held with his left arm. She was smiling easily despite the way her long waves of hair were flying behind her and she waved causally to the shocked faces she passed. America sped up, causing Romano to pale, and he leapt into the air, landing expertly on the stage and sticking the landing, although the stage did acquire some skid marks on its polished surface.

"And he STICKS THE LANDING!" America cried, grinning cockily and pumping his right fist in the air. The auditorium was still utterly silent.
Hungary gently slid out from the blonde's death hold and smoothed her almost immaculate uniform. "Sorry we're a little late. Traffic on the streets was horrible." Austria merely gaped at her and she raised an eyebrow. "We're the new students. Isn't this where we're supposed to be?"

"Y-you're the new students?" he managed to stutter out. Hungary smiled her beautiful grin that left the student body breathless.

"That would be us. Do we introduce ourselves?" Austria nodded his head, still in shock, and sat down next to his fellow student council members. Spain looked thoroughly amused, Ludwig thoroughly confused, and England looked like he had smelled something a dog had done on his lawn.

"Okay, everyone!" said Hungary, grabbing an unused microphone from its stand and switching it on. "We're the new students from Yoroppa High school! It's very nice to meet you all!"
"AMERICA, LET ME DOWN, ASSHOLE!"

Hungary turned, her sweet smile abruptly turning into a glare. "ROMANO, DON'T INTERRUPT OR SWEAR WHEN WE'RE TRYING TO MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION!" she screamed, her right eye twitching in her severe anger. Romano, the only one in the hall besides Feliciano that wasn't intimidated, flipped her off. She growled, holding out her hand. "ITA-CHAN!" Italy beamed his sugary smile. "Okay, Hungary-chan!" he said, handing her a frying pan. The audience watched in dumbfounded silence as Hungary smacked him in the face with the pan, making a sickening smacking noise. Romano slid off America's shoulder and lay on the floor, unmoving. America delicately poked him with a boot

"Don't worry everyone!" he said, easily swiping the microphone from Hungary. "He's still breathing! Anyway, I'm Alfred Jones, but you can call me America! I know I'm awesome, but if you ever feel the need to tell me, don't hesitate! Really!" He grinned and flashed a thumbs-up to the audience. The brunette still on his back leaned forward and grabbed the microphone.

"Hi, everybody! My name is Feliciano Vargas, but everyone calls me Italy! I like pasta and smiling and pasta and being happy and pasta and gelato! And PASTA!" He grinned cutely, snapping the audience out of its trance. All the girls squealed and 'aawed', and Germany himself felt a blush stain his face. It was probably just a fever or something. Yeah, that was it. Probably.

"Ne, Lovi, do you want to introduce yourself?" He cocked his head quizzically. Lovino mumbled something like 'Don't call me that, moron'. "Okay, I'll do it for you! This is my twin brother, Lovino Vargas! He's the Romano to my Italy, the tomato sauce to my pasta, the pigeon to my octopus!" Ignoring the fact that the last comparison made no sense, he blathered on. "He's super nice and he loves everything and everyone!" Romano sat up abruptly, glaring, and yanked the microphone out of his brother's stubborn grip.

"Ignore that idiot. My name is Lovino Vargas, or Romano, but I'm not nice. And I don't really like anything except tomatoes. Especially smiling," he said, glowering at Spain who was smiling per usual. "I REALLY hate smiling." Spain beamed back at him with total innocence, causing Romano's face to heat up slightly.

"HE LOOKS LIKE A TOMATO!" someone hollered from the back. It was Prussia, but Lovino didn't know that.

"WHO THE HELL SAID THAT?" bellowed Romano, leaping to his feet. "I DARE YOU TO REPEAT IT!" Nobody spoke up. Hungary walked up behind Romano and kicked him sharply in the shins. He fell down to his knees, wincing, and dropped the mike. Hungary deftly caught it in midair, her sunny smile back on.

"And, finally, I'm Elizabeta Hedervary, aka Hungary! I hope to become friends with all of you this year, and please take care of us!" She bowed humbly, then straightened up. The only responses she really got were the hundred or so blank stares from the audience. A moment of awkward silence passed before oblivious Italy spoke up in an unfortunately loud whisper.
"I don't think we made a good impression, Hungary-chan," hissed Feliciano. The sound was so noisy, the microphone picked up on it and Italy's not-very-subtle comment echoed deafeningly around the auditorium.

"...No, Ita-chan," Hungary said into the microphone. "I don't think we did either."

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