AN: Once again thank you Miss Macabre Grey~
I wanted Switz to be younger than Prussia, and I realized almost all the girls were Freshmen, so I wanted Belgium to be older. Sorry~
Taiwan probably won't be as hateable from Lili's point of view, just to warn you.
Also sorry, but USUK is a definite. That and Spamano are my two OTPs that I refuse to split up ^^
Loved the video, by the way.

We have what can be interpreted as flirting this chapter :D!

I'm actually pretty happy with how this chapter turned out... I hope you all agree :)

No new side pairings this chapter~

Disclaimer: I find this pointless, but I think the same of everything besides sleeping so here goes; I do not and (probably) never will own Hetalia. Or lapel pins. Which I bring up quite often.

Enjoy~

"It's a four piece uniform, your pants, shirt, blazer and your tie. You can wear it of course, but the tie's only mandatory during assemblies and some other times." Ms. Karpusi smiled up at Vash, who had taken the clothes from her. "Do you have your lapel pins?"

Vash looked at her surprised, "Lapel pins?"

"Rather than name tags, most students here will have one or two lapel pins to signify ownership. Several students will do their flag along with something personal, and we keep records of the symbols you use so we can return it if it gets lost. A lot of students will also trade them if they're in a relationship." Ms. Karpusi explained.

"Um, no, I didn't know we needed any," Vash replied.

Ms. Karpusi chuckled and patted him on the back, "Sorry, I forgot we don't tell new students about this. I would suggest going to the counselor before buying any, just to make sure no one else has your combination."

Vash nodded, reminding himself to take Lili with him, and thanked her.

"Of course. Oh!" She said abruptly, turning back to him, "Can I see your schedule quickly?"

Vash nodded mutely and handed it too her, wondering curiously as she scanned over it, stopping when she reached his block nine class, economics. "I was right, you have me as your econ teacher." She smiled at him one more time before handing back the paper, "I'm sure it will be a pleasure teaching you."

He nodded after her as she excused herself and put his uniform on the bed, wondering what to use as his lapel pins.

After deciding to use an edelweiss flower, he set out to get his sister from her house.

After going through the chirpy Iris once again, Lili and Vash were on their way to the guidance building, a green triangular building between the dorms and the school. Having been there already, Vash found it much easier to get there than he had to find the dorms. They entered the building, nodding to the receptionist with a quick explanation and "she's in her office," and entered Ms. Popescu's office.

"Ms. Popescu?"

"Ah, Vash and Lili. Did you need something?"

Lili spoke for Vash, "We heard about the pins and have decided on what we wanted."

Ms. Popescu nodded, pushing a strand of reddish brown hair from her face. "Of course. Here, I'll pull up the list." She fiddled with the computer a bit before turning back and signaling for them to go on.

"I wanted the crown on the Liechtenstein Flag, only the crown."

The counselor nodded, "No one has that, but you'll need it custom made and it won't be done for most likely a few weeks."

"That's fine." Lili said with a brief smile.

"And I was wondering if anyone had an edelweiss flower?"

Ms. Popescu pursed her lips and tacked the name into the machine, before saying, "Yes, we have a junior with an edelweiss flower, but he also has a music note. It would be fine if you only had the flower, but I would still suggest having a second."

Vash nodded and said, "In that case a gun." He could easily imagine his old friend with the pins, and was rather surprised by the remarkable similarity in taste between the junior and Roderich.

Ms. Popescu's eyebrows shot into the air, but she typed in the second lapel, hoping his father had served in the army or something of the sort. She liked to believe in her students.

"There's a store in the town nearby specifically catering to the pins, and you can order something custom but they also have several things pre-done, such as flags, flowers and foods. That would be the best place to buy these." Ms. Popescu finished.

"Of course. We'll go there then."

Elizaveta sighed, turning to the Belgian across from her. "I just want some closure."

"You sound like a chick." Edmee replied, bored.

"I am a chick." The other girl replied with a frown.

"No, you're a girl. You're not a chick." Edmee said adamantly, "You beat up guys with frying pans, you rip Gilbert a new one at least once a week, and you have published things on the Internet that no one should look at with pure eyes. And yet, here you are. Acting like a chick."

"I just broke up with my boyfriend, I have an excuse to be a chick."

Edmee rolled her eyes. Admittedly, it had been only a week since she broke up with her Austrian ex, but a week felt like a long time when you had to listen to someone complain for the duration. "Why do you care so much more about this then when you broke up with Gilbert?"

Elizaveta sighed, leaning back in her chair with an all-knowing aura. "You don't understand. We broke up because he was gay."

"So?"

"So yaoi! But that's not the point; at least I knew why he broke up with me. Roddy was just very, very vague."

"Maybe he got sick of you calling him Roddy."

"Hush." Elizaveta said, throwing a friendly glare to Edmee. "I didn't call him that to his face anyway."

Edmee chuckled, biting into a bar of chocolate. "At least you're venting your anger."

Elizaveta frowned at this, fiddling with her hair. "I'm not angry at him for breaking up with me though."

"Well you sure seem it."

"I'm not angry at him for breaking up with me, I just want some closure."

Suddenly Edmee leaped out of her chair, looking around the room in shock and horror.

"What's wrong?" Elizaveta asked, worried about her harried friend.

"Nothing…" Edmee murmured, her hand shaky in front of her. "I just, I just had the oddest feeling of déjà vu."

Gilbert fished the lapel pins out of his backpack, having kept the same ones every year. He smiled down at the Prussian eagle and the chick in his hand, two birds with two very different meanings. The eagle represented his ancestors, and the country they had loved and told him fantastical stories of. The baby chick, however, reminded him of the pet chick he had found on the road and nursed back to health. It was actually the 'class pet' of the chemistry class his father taught, and he would visit it during lunch or when he had time. He stuck the pins onto his blazer, hanging it on the closet knob for when he woke up.

He heard the door open, and saw his two friends amble in, looking bored.

"Whatcha guys doing here?" he asked, as normally they would meet at the other dorm.

Francis looked him straight in the eye, pointing his finger at his face. "We have figured it out."

"What?"

"You must find out why votre petit Roderich is attracted to the mysterious 'Swiss' you speak of."

Gilbert looked at them dubiously before shoving the finger out of his face, saying, "And how do you suggest I do that?"

Antonio smirked up at him, a glint in his eyes. "Recon, mi amigo. Recon."

Vash heard a knock on the door, and opened it to reveal the irksome albino from the day before. "What do you want?"

Gilbert leaned in, before replying, "Feli's not here? I needed to get something from him."

Vash frowned before saying, "Well he's not. Come again when he is, and preferably, I'm not." He moved to close the door, but Gilbert stuck his foot in the crack quickly, halting it.

The Prussian chuckled, forcing open the door and walking in. "It's cool, he knows I'm getting it."

Vash glared after him for a few more seconds before walking back to his desk, not noticing that Gilbert was standing behind him.

"Oh? What's this?" Gilbert hummed, looking over Vash's shoulder.

Vash glanced up at the intruding Prussian and said, "It's my schedule. I'm copying it down for my sister."

"Interesting, interesting." Gilbert murmured, before snatching up the sheet and spinning around, "Kesese, let's see what our little Switz is up to~"

He pounced onto the bed, ignoring Vash, who had sprung up from his chair and was now next to Gilbert, trying to get the sheet back.

"Hm, honors pre-calc, honors NSL, Latin, honors Economics, Honors English 10, oh hey you have Ms. Allgood, she's a great teacher." Gilbert said, lazily reading off the schedule.

Vash glared at him for a few more minutes, his arms crossed.

"General PE, wow." He heard Gilbert say with a whistle.

"What about it? The only other option was Yoga."

Gilbert chuckled, "Nothing. Considering your other classes I just assumed you were in Honors PE."

Vash glared at Gilbert and lunged for the sheet, only to have him pull it above his head, "Give me that!"

"Only if you say please~"

"For fucks sake, if you don't give me the fucking sheet this instant I will fucking shoot you in the ass. Or the balls. But probably both. So give me back the sheet, please."

Gilbert frowned and dropped the paper, not watching as it flitted to the ground. "You're no fun."

"I'm not trying to be fun." Vash growled and picked up the paper from the ground before turning and stalking back to his seat.

Gilbert looked after him, before standing up and leaving the room, grabbing a random magazine from the Italian's side of the room and calling after him, "You shouldn't curse so much, either!"

"Fluff you!"

Gilbert burst into the room, Francis and Antonio stopping what they were doing to turn to him.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Gilbert fumed, "He's a jerk, that's what!"

"Maybe you bring out the jerk in him." Antonio suggested.

France nodded, "Oui, he does that to people."

"Haha, but really, and he curses like a fuckin' sailor!"

Francis and Antonio looked at each other for a few seconds before hesitantly saying,

"Well you do too, mon ami,"

"Well you do too, mi amigo."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT! ARGH! HE JUST INFU-" Gilbert's rant was cut short by a knock on their door. Francis opened the door, revealing the person they had been speaking of.

"Why, bonjour mon cherie. And who might you be?"

"Is Gilbert here?"

Gilbert poked his head out from the room, noticing Vash for the first time. "Switz? What're ya doing here?"

Vash cringed, "Don't call me that. You took something of mine when you left."

Francis and Antonio watched the exchange with a mild interest, meeting Vash for the first time.

"No, all I took was what Feli was letting me borrow."

He narrowed his eyes, his hand open in front of him. "Look, I don't know why you needed to go into the room, and I don't care. Just give me the magazine you took please."

"Finally learned how to see please, I see." Gilbert replied, stopping when he heard the literal growl emanating from Vash's throat. "Why should I believe it's yours, anyway?"

Vash's eyebrow twitched, and he gave another venomous look to the albino. "Why don't you look at the magazine," he growled, "And tell me you really think its Feliciano's."

Gilbert turned back to room, picking up the magazine he had thrown on the bed. He looked at for a few seconds before walking back to the door with a slight blush. "Ahem," he coughed embarrassedly, "Maybe he got into guns recently."

Vash rolled his eyes, snatching the item from the other's hand, before turning and lightly slamming the door behind him.

Francis and Antonio turned to Gilbert, speaking in unison. "I don't know what you meant. He seemed Lovely."

Erik was suddenly woken by a feeling of pressure on his chest. "Wha…" he mumbled, still only half conscious.

"Ahahah~ I claim these breasts in the name of Korea da-ze~!"

Erik rolled his eyes, mostly used to his eccentric roommate's behavior. "That's nice and all, but would you mind getting off? I can't breathe."

Yong Soo pouted, but hopped off from the bed, his extra long sleeves making small whipping sounds as he moved around the room. Erik could still remember the look on Ms. Karpusi's face when the South Korean had specifically asked for too long sleeves.

"Being late was invented in Korea, you know~" he heard his friend sing from the other side of the room.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Erik questioned, leaning up against the headboard. Then he saw the clock. "Crud!" he exclaimed, leaping out of his bed and racing around the room, collecting everything into his backpack and tripping over his pants. He pulled them on hurriedly, combing his hair and tucking in his shirt on the way out. He tugged angrily at his tie, which he had accidently pinned beneath his puffin pin, before turning back to the still Korean. "Well? Let's go!"

"Ah, sorry!"

They raced out the house, passing a few students who had study hall block three, the first block on Mondays, and through the courtyard, until they reached the school buildings. They split there, Yong Soo to the cloud building and Erik to the sky building.

The Icelandic boy managed to skid into his Algebra II class seconds before the bell rang, taking the spot in the middle that was still available. He heard a soft giggle next to him, and turning, saw the girl he had met a few days ago.

"Lili!" he said surprised, fairly certain it was her name.

"Erik. And here I thought you would be the type who's always perfectly punctual." She said, a slight smile working it's way onto her face.

He laughed awkwardly, feeling his face turn red. "Yeah, normally I am. I guess it's something about the start of the year."

She giggled and turned back to the front of the class, nodding in agreement. A few seconds later, a brunette teacher wearing a tan skirt and a loose purple shirt walked in, introducing herself as Ms. Gordon.

"I'll be your algebra two teacher this year, and I hope everyone ends this school year with a good opinion of me." She said with a light laugh. She talked a bit more about coming into high school, their future units, and other introductory things before giving the class free time for the last fifteen minutes.

"She seems nice." Lili said, turning to Erik.

"Yeah, my brother said she's pretty lenient too."

"Brother?"

Erik nodded, "Yeah, he's the one I was with before. Lukas. And what about the person you were with?"

"Mhm, Vash is my brother."

They chatted a bit more, talking about their home countries and families, until the bell rang and they headed their separate ways.

Lili turned behind her once more, noticing Erik looking to, and they both blushed at being caught, before she hurried to her English class in the Rain building, the last of the three school buildings.

I'm glad we ended up here, she thought as she walked into the class, her face still tinged pink.

All the teachers, beside the ones based on Hetalia characters, are based on my friends. And yes, one of my good friend's last names is Allgood.

As always~

South Korea = Freshman

Hungary = Junior

Why do I feel like I meant to put something else here... eh, oh well.

Review me any questions, comments and suggestions snalla~~