What is this!? An update? .-. Yaaaass. I am (somewhat) back! Here's a new chapter. I'm just so amazed how many people have fav'd, alert'd, and reviewed it while I was gone. But now that I got 99 favs (Yaaaaay :3) I thought I'd update it. Good readings!

England was glad that house elves were happy to help. He finally managed to get down from the ceiling when the little things came to clean his room during the night (though it did creep him out a bit). The country sighed as he dusted his chest off, wondering why he invited the aggressive nation in the first place. He only rubbed his stinging chest now covered by his forest green sweater vest and headed down for breakfast.

But of course his morning could always get worse by meeting Umbridge in hall on his way for food. "Oh Arthur, I've been meaning to speak with you," she greeted in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"Dolores, pleasure to see you," Arthur replied with a fake smile.

"I've been hearing a few students talking about your curriculum and how you and your assistant are going to be teaching muggle history." Her hands tightened into fists that squealed due to her pink gloves.

"Yes... Yes we are." England narrowed his emerald eyes. "What about it?"

"Well, I am simply wondering why you are going into muggle history rather than magical, of course. It would be simply terrible if the children didn't know the history behind magic."

The nation straightened at the strain in her voice to speak about his mundane citizens. He cared about all of them; sadly his magical government obviously didn't feel the same. "Well, we will be touching into the history of magic but mixing in a bit of the rest of the world, if you will."

As the two reached the staff table's entrance, Umbridge sharply turned to him. "That's good, Professor Kirkland. But go off task and (hem, hem) the Ministry might be forced to get involved."

If the toad wasn't standing right in front of him, England would have shouted, 'What bollocks!'. He knew that the Ministry wasn't allowed to interfere with schooling, but how far they were willing to go... He wouldn't risk it. "Of course Professor Umbridge, no need to worry about a thing." He quickly made his way to his chair, which luckily, happened to be opposite of Umbridge. England dropped into his seat with a huff and grabbed the cup with steaming Earl Grey, taking large gulps of it.

Russia could obviously see his fellow country's plight. "Comrade Arthur, what's wrong? It's not about last night was it, because you deserved that..."

His fellow nation ran his hand over his face. "Bloody Hell, my magical government's gone down the drain, Rus- Ivan. It's bloody terrible."

The large country looked over to England. The island nation had a pale complexion and bags under his eyes, and if the blonde's hair could get any messier, it was. This magical war was taking its toll on the Englishman and Russia could really see that. What didn't help was what he read in the newspaper a small bird had gave him. It basically said there was nothing to worry about! Russia patted the blonde on the shoulder. "Arthur, if you need it, take a rest, da. I can handle the morning classes."

"No Ivan, I really shouldn't," the older country sighed. "I already did that and I'd rather not be known for my tardiness. Anyways, it's time for classes to start anyways. Being seen at breakfast and not in class would seem like I'm slacking off." England stood and stretched. "Come on, we got children to teach."

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"And so, that is how Britain came to be," Professor Kirkland finished off as he circled the whole of the United Kingdom on the chalkboard. The students copied the last of their notes (well, the students that were interested in learning) and let their quills drop. "Tomorrow we will be learning about the forming colonies of Britain, or England, at the time. For homework, you will need to research some main colonies of England and bring in some notes." The dismissal sound rang out and the young wizards and witches quickly packed their bags and headed out. Some quietly, others making fun of the obviously muggle ways of war. Hermione walked over to Mr. Kirkland who was erasing the chalkboard. "Professor, how come you're teaching the muggle ways?"

"Well, you can't expect wizardry to appear that far back. Most people had to rely on regular weapons as magic hadn't been discovered quite yet. Merlin wasn't even born when England had started to expand." Hermione suddenly saw a brief flash of something in the professor's eyes, but she wasn't sure what it was. "Well now Miss Granger, you should be heading to your next class, don't want to be late."

"Right, thanks Professor," the intelligent girl replied as she hurried out the door. Russia huffed from behind the desk as he graded the homework turned in by the class before. He looked up with his usual smile. "You know that girl might be smart enough to figure out what we are, da?"

The Englishman ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, probably... but perhaps that might be for the better. We won't be able to keep this secret, I'm sure. But, better be students than a teacher."

"Mm, da. But better no one to find out about our little secret than someone."

"Whatever, let me get ready for the next class."

And here's a chapter done! I actually want to get back into writing fanfics, so if you're a Transformers fan, check out my other story that I'll be updating within the week. See ya around kiddies!