Now here is where I should be doing the disclaimer, but I thought it would be better if a new nation each chapter would do my disclaimer. This chapter: Japan.
Japan: Hai. Life-chan does not own Hetalia Axis Powers. It belongs to Hidekauz Himaruya.
Me: OOOHH! YOU CALLED ME LIFE-CHAN! *glomps*
Japan: *face turns bright red* I-I am not use to this kind of affection... Please let go...

Gakuen Hetalia uniform: Go on Google Images, and type in Gakuen Hetalia, then you should get your results! Look at the picture with the Axis/Allies and Seychelles.

NOW ENJOY!

Chapter One: I Don't Know What to Think of My New School

From experience, I knew a regular, co-ed high school was very crowded so I didn't expect my new all boys school, Hetalia Academy, to be as crowded as it. However, I was wrong.

Even though I knew this was an international school and that people from all parts of the world would be coming, my head still felt dizzy at the amount of accents I was able to detect. Although I moved around alot, I'm not exactly a people's person. Thanks to the fact that my family changed schools every two years and my shy nature, I was reliving the first day experience all alone again. Really, you think someone like me should have been used to it by now; but sadly, no such luck.

Somehow, I managed to squeeze through all the students and find my locker. I had to scan two rows of lockers before, until I found it. On the door, with big printed letters, my name was inscribed. Matthew Williams. Thank god they got it right. I thought, remembering my previous school's mess up.

I twirled the combination on the lock. 17-5-37. I popped open my math notebook to the page I wrote my combo. I actually wrote it in an addition problem: 17+5+37, so if anybody saw, they would just assume I had done my math homework. When I was a freshman in one of my old schools, some seniors figured it out and decided to pull a prank on me. Since then, I've been as wary as ever when it came to locks.

I put my backpack inside, then I unzipped the zipper and took out a notebook and the school's map. Since Math was first, I had to find a way to get to my new classroom, without getting lost. I didn't want to relive the experience of seeing the irritated look on the teacher whenever I was late in my previous schools. Closing and putting the lock back in place in my locker, I headed for Math Class, which was in Class 2-B.

Since I was too busy checking the map and praying to God that I wouldn't be late, I hadn't notice the person in front of me. Until I bumped into them and sent our books flying.

"Oh, I-I'm so sorry!" I apologized, before dropping down to my knees to pick them up. My face burned with embarrassment. I looked up to see if anyone had noticed, but they were either too busy with something/someone or simply didn't care about this type of stuff. I would have gawked if two people bumped into each other.

"Uh...no, it's okay. I didn't see where I was going." He spoke, now on his knees as well. He has a slight Russian accent. I noticed, before handing him his books. He mumbled thank you before getting up. I followed in suit.

"I'm Toris Lorinaitis." He said, holding out his hand. I took it and shook it, then replied. "Matthew Williams."

"Are you new here?" He asked. I nodded. Not only was I knew to the school, but knew to the state as well. We used to live in a small town in Idaho, but had to move half way across the country to attend Hetalia Academy, which was built in South Carolina.

Even though everyone insisted that the school was faraway, my dad was hell bent on sending me there. As it was an all boys school, he probably thought I would feel more comfortable. My dad didn't really give me a specific reason, so I didn't think about it that much. All I knew was that I had to go.

After my registration had been confirmed, in less than four weeks my dad and I packed and set off on a plane. Although I missed my mother and my brother, it was pretty cool staying in a hotel with my dad, feeding off nothing but room service all day and then playing tennis with the other hotel visitors. They were really nice, and even offered to show us around some cool sights.

However, when my dad left, that was when the home sickness started to kick in. Even though I'll never admit it, I missed them so much. One minute I would be watching TV in my hotel room, then the next minute when they showed a family on a program or even a commercial, my eyes would be blurred with tears. Back then, I had one more week until Hetalia Academy started, so my dad left early in order for me to get used to the idea of living alone. I think I had failed him completely.

"Um...Matthew?" Toris asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. Note to self: don't start spacing out when you meet a complete stranger who's actually looking forward to knowing more about you. "Sorry. Y-yes?" I sputtered out.

"Who are you rooming with?" Since Hetalia Academy was a boarding school, it contained a dormitory. A dormitory as big as a five star motel! The school itself was pretty big, bigger than your average high school. But one look at the dormitory, and I was absolutely sure everyone around me had heard my gasp. I would have hate to take the stairs in that place. I had prayed to God that I wouldn't get the highest floor.

"I...haven't find out yet." I replied, which was absolutely true. This morning, my brain decided to be an ass and mistake the alarm clock for some weird duck (don't ask) in my dreams, I actually SLEPT through the noise. In fact, I woke up at 9:00, which was 40 minutes after the time I had set my alarm clock to ring on.

I hooked a ride with the hotel assistant manager (he was pretty cool) and arrived to the dormitory of Hetalia Academy, quite an amount of time later than I should have. I went straight to the receptionist, who then told me to leave my stuff and pick it up after school. So I left my luggage in this room where you probably had to if you're late because I saw other belongings as well. She assured me that they knew my room number, and would let me know after school when I came to pick up my stuff.

I told Toris all of this, except in a much shorter version. Basically I just said, "I was a bit late to school so I didn't get a chance to know my room number." He nodded at this then glanced at my schedule.

"What's your first subject?"

"Math, Class 2-B." I replied. Which I have no clue where. I added mentally. Then I realized that Toris was standing right in front of me and, I'm crossing my fingers, that he's not new. "Toris - " I began.

"I have Math Class 2-B too. So we can go together, if you'd like." I nodded almost immediately after he said that. We began making our way through the students. Class started in about 7 minutes (I checked my watch) so we had enough time. I noticed that none of the guys were wearing uniform so I felt out of place with the dark purple suit, checkered pants, green vest and green tie. Toris only wore a blue vest, accompanied by jeans. Unlike my red bag, he had a small backpack with what I thought to be the Lithuanian flag (I had to do a project on the country). It was pretty cool! "Where did you get your - "

Suddenly a huge, 6 ft tall student came running our way. I was just exaggerating; he wasn't that big. However, at the speed he was running, he looked a big blur.

Toris pulled me to one side and we watched as he shoved innocent bystanders (well, the ones that haven't moved to the side) to get to where ever his destination was. I checked my watch. We still had 5 minutes until class. It wasn't that late. Maybe, the teacher wanted him to be early for some reason -

Following him right away was a much shorter boy, who seemed to be either a freshmen or a second year. I heard Toris sigh underneath his breath. The boy had about light brown hair, and that was all I could see of him since he was chasing the bigger guy at the same, quick speed. I couldn't see much of the other one either, but he looked like he had a silvery type of color for his hair; which was very odd. He was also wearing a scarf and a coat, even though it was still July.

Once the path was clear, the students began moving again and so did Toris and I. Toris sort of looked dejected, so I asked him what was wrong.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that that was, the taller one, Ivan Braginsky." Toris ran his hand through his hair. "He's a senior now and he came from Russia. He's been in this school until he was a freshman, so I didn't expected him to come this year, since he was talking about moving back to Russia."

"Oh...is he nice?" Judging from Toris's face, I guessed not.

"He's not exactly mean, just... intimidating. I used to be in the room beside him in the dormitory, and he sort of took advantage of that." He bit his lip nervously, before continuing. "Here's a bit of advice: If you want to make friends with him, don't get on his bad side."

"I-Is that w-what you did?" God, I hate sputtering but some days it just happens. Especially now since I'm scared for my life.

"N-no, but I'm just letting you know this." Note to self: Try to avoid this Ivan guy.

"Wait, who was that guy chasing him?" I asked.

That's when Toris sighed again. "His little stepbrother, Nathan Alfroskaya, has got...um... a crush on him. He...uh...wants to marry Ivan."

I swear my jaw had hit the ground. Toris noticed this, and did his best to reassure me. "He's always had a crush on Ivan! Well not always, after they became step brothers, he started to like him."

I was not reassured. At all. "Why would you want to date (and possibly marry) somebody after you found out they were your step brother? Wouldn't things just get awkward between you two?" I had to admit, I was a bit disgusted. They surely were an odd family. I wondered how things were like during Christmas. Probably not good, if there was a mistle toe involved.

"Well...m-maybe, but Nathan sure thinks otherwise." His face fell. "Sadly."

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh...I-I...just...th-think Nathan's c-cute." He stuttered out. Toris's face went from white to bright red. So he's got a crush on Nathan.

Ah, Toris was gay. It didn't really matter to me. This was an all boys school and I sort of expected some people to be gay, maybe most. I wasn't really scared or disgusted or anything like that, since my uncle was gay and he and his spouse had helped me train for situations like these: I would just let them off gently. And besides, even if there was girls, I still would have said no. I'm not really the dating type. I hadn't had a single girlfriend ever, but that was mainly my fault since I didn't want one.

The color (other than red) returned back to Toris's face. Somehow, he was able to tell that I felt okay hanging out with someone gay, so he pulled my arm slightly. "We have to get to class. We have only 4 minutes left."

And with that, we were off. Toris and I chatted about ourselves. He said he would introduce me to his friends at lunch, and I was actually looking forward to that. I just hoped they were as nice as him. He sort of warned me about Nathan too, and how he tends to jump to extreme if anyone comes near 'his' Ivan. I made another mental note to avoid him, and any other psycho member from their family.

When we arrived to Math, a lot of students were sitting at their desks. When I made my way into the seat beside Toris, I got some stares. My face heated up, but I pretended to be intrigued by the cover of my new Math textbook. I sort of was, since I was looking forward to the Math 11 ciriculum. Being the nerd I am, I actually liked learning. School wise, I mean. I was a bit picky on trying new stuff, such as sports or food, or even travelling.

Our teacher, Mrs. Carla, was from Nigeria (first thing she said after her name). She was pretty good at teaching, which I noticed because she wanted to jump right into the first chapter. Most of my classmates whined at the thought of schoolwork, but Mrs. Carla ignored them as she began to explain chapter one, Polynomonials. I bet I was the only one paying attention, because this unit was my favourite.

The rest of my classes went by pretty quickly. Toris had the same ones (which was very convenient!) so he was able to accompany me to the classrooms. I was glad I had bumped into him; this time I didn't get the lonely and nervous feeling so much.

Every class we had had the same scenario as Math. Our teachers would say a few greetings, introduce themselves, then get straight to the point. Everyone would groan, then eventually open their textbooks to the correct page.

Toris told me that was what happened in a typical first day, except with the freshmens. The freshmens were new, so they would get the full tour on the first day. Then the teachers would smile and allow everybody to introduce themselves. The freshmens didn't even have to do work that day, but fun exercises. It was quite similar to how my old high schools use to work on the first day, except that had happened for all the grades.

I was glad that the teachers never told us to stand up and introduce ourselves, or didn't even name call each and every one of us. My voice was pretty soft, so people often thought they were hearing close to nothing whenever I talked. And I was always nervous when speaking up in front of class, so something simple like calling out 'HERE!' when they mentioned my name caused me to sputter repeatedly.

I asked Toris why they had never called our names, and he told me that, since it was the first day, things like that didn't matter. Most people never arrived until the second school day.

"Y-You mean, there's usually more than this?" I asked, indicating the thousands of people walking by.

He shooked his head. "For some reason, they all came today."

We had just made our way into the cafeteria, and I swear, my head was doing a 360. All the people I had seen in the hallway somehow magically appeared at the cafeteria. They were either standing up, getting their food, or already sitting at a table, chatting away.

The cafeteria's HUGE! That was my first thought, which was more than true. It was exactly like a mall food court: thousands of tables (not literally, but you know what I mean) and different foods bars. Except this cafeteria only had five food bars.

"Those food bars you see over there?" Toris pointed at one of them; the one selling hamburgers. "They pretty much go by continent. This one is North America. They sell stuff that America and..." He paused for a moment.

"Canada?" I guessed. Typical mistake.

"Yes! Canada. They sell things like burgers, and fries and sodas." He then moved to the one in the other corner.

"That's basically Europe. They cook different foods every week, depending on what European country's next. This week it's Italian."

"And that," the one a little farther apart, "Is South America. The other two attached to the other wall is Asia and Africa."

I looked around. Food courts from many different places were surrounding us at the second. Man, this feels like a mini-Pangaea. I thought, remembering the super continent that had formed millions of years ago.

"Most of the food changes every week, since they want to be as international as possible." He then turned to me. "What do you want? If I remember correctly, North America is serving the typical junk food, South America is serving a Brazilian rice, Asia is serving Chinese, and Africa has prepared some type of mixed vegetables. You already know what Europe's got."

I thought for a moment. I wasn't really in the mood for something nutritious, but I wasn't too fond of another McDonalds either. I've tasted Chinese at least four times a month (since my parents were in love with it) and I didn't want rice at the moment. So I was left with the Italian food from "Europe".

I told Toris my choice, and he directed me through the tremendous amounts of people to get to the European selection of food. Thankfully, there wasn't that big of a line-up, so we had to stand there for only four minutes. When our turn came up, the food was clearly pasta. I should have seen that coming.

I didn't have anything against Pasta, so I took a plate full. I noticed that Toris didn't have a plate, or a tray for that matter. "Aren't you going to get something?" I asked.

He pointed to his backpack. "Before I left, I bought a sandwich from a nearby cafe'."

"Oh okay." I stared at the tables, an uneasy feeling forming inside of me. "So," I began awkwardly. "Where should we -"

"TORIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Cringing, I looked for the source of that loud voice. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Toris moved his head and I realized that that the person who yelled was actually yelling for Toris.

In front of me, that same person was skipping happily towards Toris. But... I wasn't too sure if that was a boy. He/she was wearing a pink cashmere sweater, and skinny jeans. Her blond hair bopped up and down as she jumped, and she had a goofy smile in place. If this was an all boys school, why is there a girl here?

I was about to ask Toris why was this, until the lady practically leaped on top of him. She enveloped him in a death hug, and Toris's face turned a pale blue. I was absolutely sure she had squeezed the breath out of him. Fortunately, she released and he had a few minutes to get his lungs working again.

"Tori! I'm so glad you're back! This like our...what, third year? Oh, how was your summer? I've missed you so much! I wanted to call you and see if you wanted to, like, come shopping with me but I, like, had to visit my family in Poland. But it was totally cool! My cousins and I, like, did each other's hairs' and got a manicure! Wanna see?" She held out a hand, and Toris smiled awkwardly. It was interesting how those two could be friends. I didn't picture Toris to be the shopping type. Or to hang out with a girl like this.

Was she his girlfriend or something? I thought, although I sort of doubted it. Didn't Toris say he had a crush on that Nathan guy?

Speaking of Toris, he finally noticed me standing off to the side. "Oh, yes... hey Feliks? This is Matthew Williams. He's new here." I awkwardly nodded. Feliks doesn't really sound like a girl's name. I thought to myself. However, since this was an international school, I decided to myself that the names probably weren't that typical.

Suddenly, at the sight of me, Feliks made this sort of squeaky noise, then hid behind Toris. I didn't really understand what was going on, until I saw Toris's reassuring face. "He's actually really shy with new people." The brunette told me.

I would have understood what he said to me about Feliks in under a second, if it hadn't been for the fact that Toris said he and for the fact that I had just heard the other guy chatting it up a few seconds ago.

I couldn't see much of Feliks (since he was using Toris as some sort of bodyguard), however I thought that it was probably safe to assume that he was a crossdresser. Toris turned his shoulder to the blonde, and whispered something. I only caught a glimpse of Feliks's head shaking from left to right (as in saying no). Toris lifted his head up, then winked at me.

"So... Matthew? You like pink, right?" He said his words in a familiar slow pattern. At first I didn't understand why he had asked me that question, until I saw him indicating with his eyes to his friend behind.

I cleared my throat. "Ahem...I, uh, do happen to like pink. It's a very, er, pretty colour that looks good on girls." I glanced at Feliks's head. "Or, um, boys."

It's working. He slowly lifted his head up, just a little bit, before asking me the next question. "D-Do you like ponies?"

God, I feel like I'm talking to a six year old. "Um...yes, ponies are cool too. I always wanted one when I was little." I was lying. I actually wanted a polar bear when I was little. My parents got me a stuffed one, but I always wanted a real one who could talk.

Immediately, Feliks leaped up from behind Toris's body, with a huge smile on his face. "I love ponies too! I've got, like, one back in Poland, but this stupid school didn't allow me to take it with me, so I had to leave it behind. I miss him so much!" Feliks jumped in between Toris and I, then slightly tugged at our arms to move forward.

"Come on, I'll show you the table we're going to sit at. As I was saying..." And from that, he began a non-stop conversation about...well, I couldn't really keep track. However, he did ask me some questions about myself. This time, I wasn't afraid to answer them while looking directly at Feliks. "Well, I was actually born in..." I began.

At that same moment, my tray had accidentally bumped into someone. My sauce-filled pasta splattered all over the front of someone's shirt, before I had time to stop it.

"What the FUCK?" That person cursed loudly. Surrounding him, a couple of shouts began. Mainly things like, "Ooh! Gil, give him a piece of your mind!" or "Gilbert, he ruined your favourite shirt!"

I was about to sputter an apology and grab a couple of tissues to clean him off, until I glanced at Feliks and Toris. They both wore the same look of horror.

"OMG!" Feliks exclaimed. "Let's get out of here!" He grabbed Toris's hand, and I watched as my "friends" ran off to another corner. Toris turned his head to give me an apologetic glance, but I purposely ignored. Not only for the reason that they had just ditched me, but I could practically feel the other person's rage.

I glanced up to see who the victim of my first (accidental) mistake was, expecting to find another blonde. Except, it wasn't a blonde.

His appearance was clearly breath-taking. His hair seemed to be a natural shade of white, and his skin was clearly lacking pigment. I looked into his eyes, and they were literally red. Not just with anger. Still, on top of all of that, he seemed somewhat... good looking?

"Gilbert! You gonna teach this freshmen who is boss?" Gilbert, if that was his name, smirked wickedly. Fear took over my body. Fear that stopped me from moving. Fear that stopped me from telling them that I wasn't actually a freshmen, and in fact, a third year. Fear that stopped me from dumping the remainder of my pasta on top of his head.

Well, I never thought my life would officially start sucking until two weeks after. I thought this time I could actually last a month with friends. Turns out that not only is that not true, but I get some bonus features too. Getting bullied by a scary albino. Just great.

He took a step closer. However, just when I thought I was done for, a voice interrupted his fist from meeting my face. "THE HERO WILL SAVE YOU!"

Goddamnit was this ever long! Please keep on reading and possibly...reviewing?

I dedicate this chapter to Meme-Love! I promised her a story, but I can't at the moment. I somehow managed to finish this chapter. AND WHATEVER SHE SAYS ABOUT HER STORIES IS A LIE! Her stories are awesome!

Anyways, my wonderful folks! Please be a bit more patient for the next chapter. I'm sorta lazy, and I've got school, but I will try to update as much as I can!