Kiwi: *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Nonak: Ja, ja... I know we haven't updated for a while...

Kiwi: *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* Three or four months! D:

Nonak: I'm sorry! But you got grounded and I moved... *facedesks*

Kiwi: Actually, I'm still grounded... =w=;

Twilight: *smirks*

Kiwi: And you're both at my house right now which nobody but I am supposed to be in... Damn. =w=

Nonak: . . . Yeeeeeeeeah. So. We're finally updating! Crappy chapter is crappy! And short! Really really short! But after this one, chapter seven is going to be looong! Kiwi's going to smack me until it's done. QwQ

Kiwi: Five meters long? *insert suggestive look here*

Nonak and Twilight: . . . . . . No

Stupidity 101 - Chapter 6

When we stepped into the cafeteria, there was a moment of murmuring before there was a gasp and hush. Slowly, the murmur started to rise, and then turned back to full blast. Feeling awkward, we walked through a set of glass double-doors and entered a hallway. I made a mental note that there were bathrooms to the left. We continued by and through a set of wooden double-doors. There was another hush as we were spotted. Not willing to wait for their reactions to finish, I sighed and started walking to an empty spot at a table. America had been spotted by some of the male students, who had gathered around him, and had begun talking and laughing away. I caught a hint of what they were saying. Stuff like: "Where ya been?" or "Glad you're back!". Then he shifted and pointed at us. The guys gawked like idiots at Twilight-er, no, Solar.. And I.

"Oh mein Gott.." I muttered to myself. I scanned the other half of the cafeteria. I quickly spotted girls that fit the girls I described on the airplane the day before. I turned and walked back to the group. "Oi, Francis!" I called to France. He turned his attention away from the weird painting, that was a play-off of Mona Lisa, to me.

"Yes, ma cherie?"

"I told you American girls are ugly." I pointed over my shoulder. His eyes followed, and immediately his expression changed to that of sheer horror. He quickly averted his eyes.

"Oui.. You were right.." He got a catish grin, and suddenly he had an arm around my shoulders. "But zat juzt meanz zhat you get me all to yourzelf." He raised my hand to his lips and placed a kiss there. My face burned hot, and some of the America girls gasped, thinking their chances with France were crushed. Then England whacked France on the back of the head.

"Hey frog, knock it off! We're in a school, so mind your manners!"

"You black zheep of Europe! I'm being very polite, zhank you!"

"Why, you! I told you not to-"

"That's enough!" I barked. The two of them hushed, and looked at me, looking like two puppies that had just gotten yelled at and retreated with its tail tucked between its legs. "Fighting is against all schools' rules! You two don't need to get suspended on the first day!"

"Z-Zorry, Non-"

"Misha."

"O-Oh! Zhat'z right! Zorry, Misha." Hearing his French accent say my 'human' name sent a shiver down my spine, and I pulled my jacket closer to me.

"Yeah, yeah.." I turned away. "Oh, and there's an empty area at that table that we can all sit at."

Upon hearing that, we all made our way to the table. A loud noise erupted as stuff was thrown down on to the table. America and his friends walked over to us. He soon started introducing us all to his male buddies. I heard him call off the human names, one by one, as I stared off up at the far wall and out the window found there.

". . . And the blonde girl's Misha Mordecai." I heard my human name and snapped out of my daze.

"O-Oh! Hello!" I smiled and waved at them. They looked at each other, then came and sat around me. Judging by their builds, they were all in some kind of sport.

"Hey." Said the guy next to me. He extended his hand, and I assumed that meant he wanted me to shake it. I also extended my hand. He took it in a firm grip. "My name's Tyler."

"Nice to meet you." I faked a smile, pulling my hand out of his. I noted to myself, 'A firm grip means he likes to be dominant..' The boy across from me spoke up.

"Hi, I'm David." I smiled a genuine smile.

"I'm Chase." Said another.

"Ian."

"And I'm Keith."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you all." I said.

"So where are you from?" the boy named Tyler asked, again being dominant. "Are you French or something?"

I frowned inside, but kept a fake smile on the outside.

"No, no. I'm not French. I'm from a place called Nonak." I grinned inside now, feeling funny saying I was from myself.

"Nonak..? Never heard of it."

"Yeah, I know. Most people haven't." I sighed. I could tell he was a potential threat, and I didn't care for him much. I turned my attention to the shy-seeming David. "So where do we need to go for our schedules and such?"

"Oh, yeah." Tyler butted in. "You can get those-"

"Excuse me, but I was talking to David." His face twisted some as his ego bruised.

"Oh.. Right." He muttered.

"Well, you can get them at the office. New students usually come in the front. They hardly catch the bus on their first day." He smiled.

"Oh! I see!" I smiled. Then something caught my attention. On each of them was a small, rectangular, plastic card. At the top it said 'Mountain Home High School' with 'student ID card' beneath it. Each of them had their picture and their name, the school emblem beside it. But the bottoms of the cards were different. The bottom box was one of three colors: Blue, green, or yellow. It had a number (10, 11, or 12), another name, and either CAB, HHS, or ACME. Beneath the box was a barcode.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing at David's ID badge.

"Oh! This is my ID badge. We use these to get lunch and breakfast, and also check out books in the library. You have to wear them everywhere, and you get in trouble if you don't." David grinned and his buddies chuckled, obviously knowing that for a fact.

"Wait.. In trouble like how?"

"The usual. Lunch detention, write-ups.. Depends on how many times you've not had it." Tyler grinned at his friends, who grinned back. I rolled my eyes.

"So, where do we get these 'ID's' from?"

"The SAAC room." Tyler took over again, seeing as I didn't reprimand him a moment ago. "I can take you if you want."

"No thanks." I smiled, happy to shoot him down again. "I'll find my way. Or I'll ask Alfred. He'll know."

The others snickered, and his face fell again.

"Well, whatever. If you change your mind, come find me." He stood and left, his friends following. I sighed.

"Hey! Guys! Let's go get your ID's and schedules!" America yelled.

"Bloody hell, can't you calm down?" England growled back, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Sorry dude! Can't do that! This is majorly important!"

"Everything's majorly important to you!"

"Because when you're the Hero, everything's important!" He started laughing.

"Whatever.. Let's just get on with it, you bloody wanker."

We grabbed our bags and started following America through a hallway. There were more students here, but in small cliques. I assumed they were the more 'popular' students. They talked quietly, and tried not to stare as we walked by, though we could tell they were trying too hard. We kept walking, passing by lockers, a big room with 'ROTC' painted outside. Up the stairs, out double-doors, outside, in another set of double-doors, and down yet another hallway. On the walls there were artworks by students. We continued walking, and saw a felt Mexican flag, with a badly painted on eagle. I stifled a giggle and we kept going. I spotted the German flag with the words 'German Club' on it, which made me smile.

"Look, Germany! They have a club just for you~!" Italy cheered happily.

"Feliciano! Human names!" Germany said in a hushed tone. Italy thought a moment.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry, Ludwig~!" Italy smiled and ran off to look at a piece of art behind glass. Germany facepalmed.

"He's going to screw us up.." Germany murmured. We continued around the corner, and I noted more bathrooms and some classrooms. At the end of the hall was the office, and we entered.

"Oh, hello! Are you the new students?" the lady behind the counter asked. America started laughing.

"Yup! These are the new students! They need their schedules and such!" America leaned against the desk. The woman laughed.

"Alright, let me get them!" America turned back to face us as we waited. I looked around the office. It made me slightly nervous for some reason. Possibly because this was the place where you come when in trouble. Or possibly just because it was new. The woman returned momentarily and handed the schedules to America. "Here, since you know them all."

America turned to us.

"Alright dudes! Listen for your names!" He started calling out. One by one we got our schedules. I glanced over mine. It was kinda confusing.. America started describing 'block scheduling' to us. Some of us got it, others did not. Then the bell rang. "Oh right! And today's late start day! We have a whole hour of free time!"

"Then we can go home for an hour?" I asked sarcastically.

"Of course not, dudes! The adventure's just begun!"

Disclaimer! We do not own Hetalia. We only own Kiwi, Nonak, and Twilight, our three OC's!

Nonak: Read and Review, please! Opinions are needed! And I'm so sorry it's taken forever to update! We'll update faster next time! D,X Please bear with us!

Kiwi: And remember kids, stay away from strange Spanish men! ^^

Twilight: . . . *facepalms*