This one took a little more effort to write, but I think I like the way it turned out. Thanks to those of you who reviewed! I still don't own Hetalia. Enjoy Chapter 3! And yes, the title of this chapter will make sense by the end. I couldn't resist naming it this =3

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Turning the World Upside Down

Chapter 3: No Tutus Involved

"I thought that went well," remarked America delicately. It was five minutes after the assembly, and the students had gone to their homerooms. Luckily, America and Hungary had the same homeroom. Unluckily for Romano, he shared a homeroom with his brother (the octopus to his pigeon, if you will). Hungary lifted her head from its defeated position between her arms on the desk to look at him.

"Everyone thinks you're an overconfident moron, Romano is a horrible, irritable asshole, the entire female population and half of the males are in love with Feliciano, and absolutely EVERYONE has reached the conclusion that I'm a bipolar violent bitch," she said flatly. America flinched.

"It wasn't that bad," he tried. Hungary put her head on the desk with a thud.

"Alfred, did I tell you you're an idiot?"

"Excuse me, are Elizabeta-san and Alfred san here?" a voice asked quietly. Alfred turned to look (Hungary still refused to raise her head) to notice the student council president standing in the doorway. The entire class turned to look at him and his 'sister', and America shivered at how zombielike the motion was. God, he hated zombies.

"Yo," America said with a slight salute. Hungary looked up, and Austria's brow creased at how emotionless her expression was.

"Have you come to kick us out of the school? Because I wouldn't be surprised, considering how fantastically our introduction went." One black-haired girl near the back of the class giggled slightly at the joke, which brought a small smile to Hungary's face and a little light to her green eyes.

"Actually, I came with a warning from the student council," said Austria seriously, sitting down in the desk so they were facing eye to eye. Hungary straightened up in her seat, feeling her good mood come back. The sweet-looking girl with the black pigtails shot her a reassuring smile, then went back to reading a book Hungary couldn't read the title to (it was in French).

"How sweet," Hungary said, leaning forward and resting her chin on top of her interlaced fingers. "A warning. And, pray tell, what are you warning us about?"

Austria heard the challenge in her voice, leaning forward as well. A small smirk spread across his face. "I'm warning you, Elizabeta, to follow the rules here and not to take us lightly."
"Oh? And what would these rules be?" she asked casually. The classroom was utterly silent, watching the exchange between the two. Even America, ever the loudmouth, kept his mouth shut. It was a welcome change.

"No dating- aka no public displays of affection. No ear piercings, lip piercings, nose piercings, anything. And-" Here he looked pointedly at her wavy locks. "-no long hair."

Hungary began to chuckle, catching him by surprise. "Well, I can't say I agree. And I can't promise I'll cut my hair. Not even an inch. Plus," she added with a smile, "I think your hair should be cut before mine." She reached up and twisted his vertical strand of hair around her finger. Austria, his face blushing a pale pink, tried to say something, but it died in his throat every time he met her playful emerald eyes. The bell signaling the end of homeroom rang and Hungary stood up.

"Well, it was nice to have this little chat with you, but America and I need to get to geometry. Come on, Alfred." America shook his head, blinking his eyes dazedly for a moment, before standing up and following her out of the classroom. She paused at the door, turning to smile at Austria. "See you later, President." The second they were outside the room, America punched her lightly on the arm.

"You never cease to amaze me, Hungary," he said, chuckling. Hungary beamed at him.
"I know." And back at the classroom, Austria stared in a daze for a few minutes before coming to and blinking in confusion.

"...What just happened?"

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Meanwhile, in Lovino and Feliciano's homeroom, a similar conversation was going on. The student council had decided to try to make a good impression on the students for the first warning, so they sent their two nicest members (Austria and Spain) to talk to the (probably slightly insane) new students. Austria had gone to talk to the extremely angry girl and the crazy blonde, so that left Antonio to talk to the Italy twins. As you can imagine, the conversation wasn't going well.

"Ve, Spain, why can't girls have long hair? Girls are so pretty-"

"This is RIDICULOUS! You've got to be a dumbass if you think-"

"-With long hair, especially when they braid it or put it into-"

"-That I'll agree to follow any of these rules! I don't care-"

"-Those cute little twin buns on either sides of their heads, and why-"

"-What the punishment is, if I can't hit on girls, you'd better believe-"

"-Can't we date? Girls are so nice! I even know this adorable restaurant-"

"-I'm going to do whatever I want, and I don't care who says I can't, and ANOTHER thing! I-"

"And it serves this AMAZING pasta and sometimes gelato on Thursdays, and-"

Spain sighed and rested his head in his palm. The oblivious Italians blathered on, Feliciano about some cute little Italian cafe and its entire menu, and Romano about how they weren't going to be able to stop him from doing what he wanted. Italy was bouncing in cheerful delight, while Romano's face was flushed in his rage.
"You know, Romano," interrupted Spain, "You really do look like a tomato when you're mad. It's cute."

A brief silence followed this, in which Feliciano turned to look at Romano, who was turning steadily redder in embarrassment.

"YOU BASTARD!"

SMACK

"Romano! That's HUNGARY's frying pan! She'll be mad if she knows you used it without her permission!"

Spain groaned as he slid to the floor. Despite what Germany had said, he had a bad feeling (probably stemming from the throbbing in his face) that these four wouldn't conform to the rules well. He was finding, though, that he couldn't be too angry at the blood red Italian. He was just too cute. Remembering the 'No Dating' rule made Spain wince. Oh well. Maybe he could get it changed.

...And maybe England would dress up in a tutu and dance to Austria's piano. Like hell any of them would agree to change the rules. Little did he know, the others in the council would soon be more apt to changing the rules than he ever thought possible. Yes, even England. And, sadly for the fangirls in the school, tutus would not need to be involved.