England kicked at the gravel walkway and meandered to his next class, Musical Theatre. He was sick of blending in. The problem was he looked so similar to his close friends and bandmates North Ireland, Ireland, and Wales. They all were roughly the same height, had similar accents, and wore their brown hair in almost the same style. It was especially frustrating to look like the Ireland twins(and be in the same major as one of them, to boot) because they were constantly pranking other students. The pranked party in revenge would make life miserable for their 'supposed' trickster, England.
Well, England was sick of being mistakened for one of those punks. Later in the day after lessons had finished he convinced his roommate, the strings kid Lithuania, to help him bleach his hair. Lithuania was in his element with this kind of thing, but the pair couldn't agree about what to do about England's still dark and overly prominent eyebrows. Lithuania wanted to dye or bleach them to go better with the Brit's new hair colour but England paranoid he would get some chemical in his eyes and be blinded. So, in the end, the dark and overly prominent eyebrows stayed. Lithuania went off, and in a strange moment of role reversals, vented to Poland about people with no sense of style what so ever.
After a liberal amount of teasing from America and France, England's new look was generally excepted. After all, this was a arts high school. Dyeing and bleaching your hair was common place