AN: Grey: The way I see it, Korea looks younger than japan, acts younger than japan, and canonly is younger than japan, so there's really no way I couldn't make him younger. Also, japan hasn't been introduced yet... O.o
Sorry ('bout the USUK) ;;
-worship, worship-
Greece/Korea?
He doesn't really know enough people to be a slut... plus I think he wants to keep up a good image for his sister
-itches ear with foot- What?

Side Pairings Introduced: USUK, implied Dennor, Luxembourg x Monaco, if you squint while holding your screen upside down singing mamma mia showtunes!Ancient Rome x Germania

Just a quick warning, updates will get a tad slower because of school.

Disclaimer: I own a homemade but quite amazing pirate hat, a lazy cat, several old snapple bottles, but sadly not Hetalia. Always next manga about anthropomorphic countries.

Enjoy!

Vash left his block four class, Latin, a bit confused but altogether understanding the concept. He murmured the declined states under his breath, trying to memorize at least the names. "Nominative, Genitive, Dative, Accusative, Ablative, Nominative, Genitive, Dative, Accusative, Ablative. Oh! Vocative." He smiled briefly and turned down the hallway to his block eight class, chemistry, the last block of Monday.

The class was, yet again, in another building. In the Sky building were the Mathematics and Science classes, in the Rain building were the Social Studies, Literature and Language classes, while in the Cloud building were the miscellaneous electives and active classes. The last building was the Star building, which had the cafeteria and some offices and empty rooms no one knew the purpose of.

He was halfway down the hall when he heard his Latin teacher calling after him, "Yes, Mr. Vargas?" He said politely, hoping it wouldn't take very long.

The curly-haired teacher stopped when he reached Vash, and said, "You're rooming with my son, Feliciano Vargas, right?"

A nod.

A smile burst onto the teachers face, and he gave a booming laugh that rocketed off the lockers lining the halls. "Just take care of him is all," he said, clapping the harried Swiss on the back. He turned to leave, before turning again and saying, "You're a natural at languages, by the way."

Vash smiled at this, though he wasn't very surprised. He already spoke French, German and English after all. After confirming it was all the professor had to say, he hurried to his next class, which was luckily at the very front of the Sky building.

He looked around the classroom for a place to sit, he saw the American who had helped him wave him over, and he walked awkwardly to the seat that he was patting. Normally he tried to avoid the type, but science had never been his forte and it would be advantageous to make friends with others in the class.

"Hello," he said with a brief incline of his head.

"Hey! I'm Alfred." Alfred said, before letting out an irritating laugh that sounded like 'nahaha', "You new here?"

Vash looked at him wide-eyed for a few seconds before nodding in response.

"Cool! You'll love it here, trust me."

They were interrupted by a longhaired man strolling into the class, carrying an air of power. "Quiet!" he bellowed, effectively silencing all the side conversations. "My name is Alric Beilschmidt, you will not call me by my first name. I am your chemistry teacher this year, and I might be some of your German teachers. Despite this, this class is for Science only, and even if you are in my other class, I will not be answering questions or doing anything regarding German. Understood?"

The entire class nodded quickly, not wanting to get on the wrong side of the intimidating Teacher.

"Tomorrow we will be doing a brief overview of what you should have learnt in eighth grade, but today we're not supposed to do anything new," here he muttered something about stupid Latin teachers before continuing, "So you can leave early. Class dismissed."

Vash was surprised by the extremely short class, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Next to him, Alfred turned, his backpack slung haphazardly over his shoulder. "I heard he's really strict, even to his kids."

"His kids are here?" Vash replied, grabbing his backpack from the ground.

"Yeah, Gilbert and Ludwig."

Vash nodded, figuring the Gilbert was the same one. "I can imagine why."

Alfred nodded eagerly, not noticing someone who could be his twin behind him. "Alfred…"

He spun around, his backpack swinging through the air, "Oh, hey Mattie!" he turned back to Vash, an arm looping around the other's neck. "This is Matthew, my brother."

Matthew chuckled awkwardly, trying and failing to get out of his brother's grasp. "Half-brother, actually."

"Nahaha! A situation where the term brother from another mother fits!"

"Um, right." Vash said, looking at the excited American strangely before offering his hand to the struggling Matthew. "I'm Vash, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"You as well." He replied with a brief smile, proving himself politer than his brother.

Vash looked at the lapel pins of the two brothers, having found through the course of the day that they could give him a lot of information on the person. On Matthew's was a polar bear, and a stack of pancakes. His brother was the first person he had seen with three, an American flag, the head of an alien, and the third was a strange green bunny looking thing with wings.

"What- is that?" he questioned curiously, pointing the creature.

Alfred looked down, seeing where he was pointing. "Oh, I have no idea. That's not mine actually. It's Arthurs."

"Are you two going out then?" he asked, remembering what Ms. Karpusi had said about exchanging pins.

Alfred chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, "No, um, actually-"

He was cut off by the slamming of the door and an angry British voice growling, "Alfred!" a blonde boy with very distinguishable eyebrows stormed in, shoving a finger into the nervous American's chest. "How many times must I to tell you to stop taking my pin!"

"Hey! This time it wasn't my fault!" Alfred protested, "Kiku, your roommate, who actually has access to your room may I mention, told me to wear yours and then just took mine!"

"And why would he do that?"

Alfred rolled his eyes with a huff, "I don't know, he said something about cheering up Lizzy. Now that I think about it," he began, "she did seem oddly happy seeing me wear it during lunch…"

Arthur frowned but accepted the excuse, easily recognizing the Hungarian's behavior. "It doesn't matter anyhow. Could you please return it to me?"

"Of course Iggy," Alfred replied, calling him by the nickname aforementioned Japanese student had come up with. He took off the pin, and leaning a bit too close in the blushing Briton's opinion, removed the hamburger one as well. "Ya happy?"

"Quite." He replied stiffly.

Vash watched the entire affair from the background, also noticing Matthew's all-knowing smirk. Alfred suddenly remembered the other two, and dragged Vash forward. "Hey, by the way, what is that green thing anyway? Vash wanted to know."

Arthur turned red for an instant before retaining his composure, "I'll ignore your abysmal introduction for the instant. It's a- It's a flying- It's just a bunny, nothing special about it."

Alfred smirked and turned to Vash, "Ya hear that? It's a flying bunny, that's all."

Arthur continued to fidget with the bottom of his blazer, his shirt tucked in and unfidgetable with. He muttered something about mints. Before either could ask him what he meant however, he had stepped out of the room with thank you for exchanging the pins.

Alfred sprinted out after him, giving a backwards wave to Vash, and they could hear him calling out Arthur's name from the room.

"They forgot about me again…" he heard Matthew sigh, before trudging out the door after his brother and the student council president. He stopped at the door and gave a friendly wave to Vash, who waved back hesitantly.

Vash sighed, realizing too late that making friends with Alfred would only result in things he didn't particularly desire. Matthew seemed better however.

"I don't like it."

Gilbert turned to the Hungarian who was sitting on a desk across the room from him. He was in his father's second classroom, playing with the baby chick. He wondered when she had come in, not having heard the door open.

"Don't like it?" he asked surprised, "What's not to like, it's a baby chick!"

Elizaveta narrowed her eyes, sliding off the desk and striding over. "You know what I mean. I don't like this 'crush' you have on Roderich."

Gilbert went back to playing with the chirping bird. "And here I thought you would be the one trying to get us together."

She looked down at the albino, her arms crossed and eyes cold. "You know why we broke up. I don't want that to happen to him."

"Telling him I'm gay may be a bit late, but I appreciate the warning."

"That's not why and you know it!" She shouted, no longer restraining her voice. "You can't expect to reach his level, to become pure again!" She choked on a sob, "Roddy, Roddy is like nutmeg."

Gilbert tilted his head, wondering how the master of metaphors would find a way to incriminate him with this.

"He's bitter, but in a pleasant way, he's too intricate to tell, and he's just right with others." She glared at him, drying her tear with her sleeve, refusing to let any more fall. "But you. You are fire. You're warm at a distance, but you burn all who draw too near. Have you ever burnt nutmeg? Have you ever smelt that acrid scent that you can't tell the origin of?"

Gilbert ignored her, turning back to the cheeping Gilbird. "What's your point?"

Elizaveta turned from her walk to the door, one hand on the frame. "You never loved me Gil. You couldn't ever love anyone, and you never will."

There was a slight click of the door as she left, accentuated by another chirp from the chick. "Yeah," Gilbert said chuckling, "I've dated some crazy girls."

Elizaveta leaned against the door of the science classroom, before collapsing to the ground.

"I really am a chick." She said, laughing weakly. Gradually all her sobs turned into hiccupped laughs, a half-hearted attempt to cover the tears pouring down her face. Eventually she stopped crying, and pulled herself up, slapping herself a few times before thanking god no one had been in the hallway to see her breakdown.

She laughed a bit more, only this time heart behind it. She knew Gilbert wouldn't heed her warnings, but she also knew what she said had reached where it mattered.

She had lied when she said the Prussian could never love. She knew somewhere out there was someone who Gilbert could love with his whole, as gushy as it sounded, but it wasn't Roderich. It hadn't been her either.

And she was fine with that.

Lili looked up when her roommate walked in, in a frenzy. "Monique? What's wrong?"

Monique looked up from her closet, before smiling lightly and returning to shuffling through her clothes at the speed of light. "Nothing, Nothing." She stopped briefly at a cream blouse before muttering to herself and flipping through the rest. Finally she gave up and spun around, facing Lili.

"Liliane,"

"Lili."

"Yes of course, Lili. I know we haven't known each other for very long, but,"

Lili smiled and gestured to her closet, "Take whatever you like."

"Thank you so much!"

Lili watched curiously as she looked at her dresses and shirts. "I'm guessing you're going out on a date."

Monique blushed for a moment before continuing her examination of a brown shirt with a bow around the scoop. "Yes, with Siegfried."

Lili hummed in understanding before asking bashfully, "Do you know anything about an Erik? Erik Stefansson?"

The Monacan paused and nodded, "Yes, but if you want to know about him, I suggest talking to his brother, or his brother's boyfriend." She stopped, taking back what she said, "Actually, don't talk to the boyfriend. He's the most annoying Dane I've ever met. You can also talk to his roommate or Iris's brother, Shen." She turned in the shirt, "Just get Iris to ask them and they'll tell you everything you want. Us girls gotta help each other out." She said with a very uncharacteristic wink.

Lili nodded in thanks, before saying "You look great."

Monique burst into a nervous grin, grabbing her pink overcoat from the chair as she left. "Merci!"

Gilbert looked at the Austrian across him. "Roderich, are you just playing this with me because you know you'll win?"

"I have no idea what you mean." Roderich replied, staring at the table in concentration.

"Was that a lie?"

"Possibly. Check, by the way." He said, moving his bishop.

Gilbert stared at the board, and saw his king was indeed a few steps diagonal from Roderich's bishop. "Verdammt! Again?" he whined, moving his king up a space.

Roderich smirked, an evil glint shining off his glasses. "Beginners move. Checkmate." He toppled the white king with his knight.

"What? How did that happen!"

Roderich sighed and leaned back in his seat, sipping from his cup of tea. "You shouldn't move the king, you should block the enemy's attack."

"But then they'll take my other piece!"

"And if you block it one place away from the king, as you should, you can take theirs." Roderich replied simply.

Gilbert crossed his arms and looked to the side, "Whatever. It's not like this will help me in an actual fight or anything."

Roderich looked at him for a few seconds before putting the tea back on the table. He began to wipe his glasses with a handkerchief, something he often did when he was curious about something. "I do wonder about that. Normally you would refuse anyone who wanted to play something as 'wimpy' as chess. Why did you accept my proposal?"

As much as he hated feeling like a teenage school girl, Gilbert had to admit he always got a bit love struck when the pianist took off his glasses, his violet eyes brighter not behind the wall of glass that had always hid Roderich's emotions. He chuckled sadly at the question, before standing up from his chair and stretching his knees. He looked at Roderich, a hint of hate and love, pure bliss and wretched misery in his eyes. He leaned toward the table, gently altering the setout of the game before leaving, answering his question, "You are the most dense bag of nutmeg I have ever met!"

Roderich looked at the board, at the black king Gilbert had pushed over, and dragged next to the fallen white one. "What is that even supposed to mean?" he murmured.

If I can't come up to you, I'll drag you down to me.

RANDOM DRAMA FTW~~~~

Despite what it appears, this still is a Prusswitz fic. Just, give it a few thousand words, kay?

It's been a long time since I played chess, so if I messed something up, please tell me/sorry ^^

Here we go again~~~

Hong Kong(Shen) = Freshman

Canada + Luxembourg(Siegfried) = Sophomores

England + Japan + Denmark(Mathias, though it hasn't been said yet) = Juniors

For the grades of Monaco and Luxembourg, I'm using Monaco's constitution(1911) and Luxembourg's independence from france (1812) as their countries' ages, rather than some other ways, so this explains why Siegfried is older than Monique, although some would say the opposite.

I burnt nutmeg for you, I want reviews D:C
Jk, jk~ but really.