Belgium's POV
Belgium sat in her desk finishing the rest of the problems on her worksheet. Algebra was not her strongest but she understood it enough to be wedging between a B+ and an A-. She stopped halfway and looked at Britain's desk. Usually by around this time he would usually be in class now.
They had went to the same school since the beginning of middle school at Euro Academy. Britain, to her was admirable. He possessed such great qualities: he is great it war, has really good manners, and always being at the top of his class each year. Despite all this anytime she would see him (when she got the chance to) he would look so alone. Not Switzerland being alone, a kind of alone that longs for someone. The type that wants friends its just the simple fact that no other country wants to talk to him because they get rubbed off the wrong way.
It's not like Belgium hasn't tried talking to him, she really has tried. It's just hard when someone always brushes you off. 'I'll just have to keep trying.' She thought. Sooner or later Briton would eventually give up and just talk. But why am I so persistent with him?
Minutes flew by as Belgium was lost in her thought as a certain blonde that contained in her thoughts sat in his desk."Well, well, well look who's here today. Not only that but tardy too", she said with her famous cat-like smiles.
"I have my reason." England huffed.
"Well we're working on this worksheet it is just basically yesterday's review."
"Okay then."
He nodded at her and started to take out his pen from leather bag.
The curly-haired girl never understood why none of their fellow classmates would always abstain the Englishman when he was near. If there was some sort of event or celebration no one would invite him.
The green-eyed girl sighed. She finished her assignment and laid her pencil down. Her eyes begun to close as she was slowly getting lost….
"Why are you out here?"
The small child with a mop of messy blond hair jumped in surprised. His head snapped around looking at a girl with a big bright red ribbon sitting on top of her head, and a beige dressed that had been laced with dark brown.
"I'm reading." The boy grumbled.
"About bunnies?" She pointed to the page her was reading. The boy's cheek has flushed with pink. He looked away from the girl shielding his embarrassment away. "Yes."
"I like bunnies to." With no questions asked she plopped herself close next to him. Sitting criss crossed she sat as she pulled the large picture book so that it would be equally between them.
"What are you doing?!" The kid had shouted at her getting up. He towered over her in a frightening way. His brows smashed together. A child making such an expression was troubling. He would sure to have wrinkles in the future. But his eyebrows would certainly take the focus off of that.
"Oh?" The girl's face fell. "Sorry." The girl held a part of her poofy dress as she stood up. Her curly blond locks bounced just below her shoulders as she started to walk back to the estate her family was living at while they were going to be in England for the month.
The day was cool with just enough of sun from it being nippy. The blond had walked for a bit now when crunching noises from behind her where near. "Hmmm?" She turned around looking at a boy with thick eyebrows, a mop of messy blond hair, flushed cheeks, holding her red ribbon in his hands.
"I saw it come out of your hair…." He averted his gas to the grass.
She took the ribbon in her hands. "Thank you.. You..you?"
"Arthur."
"Belgium! Belgium!" An English accent called her name while a hand shook her.
"Hmm?" Her eyes flew open as she looked around and found no one in the room.
"Why are you sleeping?" The Englishman folded his arms.
"No reason in particular." She answered. "Why did you come to so class late?"
"Oh, I was getting back from the council when I had seen an adolescent girl. Quiet average looking."
"Interesting."
"I made her one of my colonies"
"What is she?"
"I am assuming African since she didn't have a spanish accent." He glanced at his watch before gathering his school bag.
"See you later Briton." Belgium cheered as he was heading out. The Englishman stopped looking back and nodded before continuing. One hand on her cheek and she kind of knew.
Seychelles's POV
Seychelles knocked on the door. A stout lady with deep skin opened it, and greeted her with a smile. "I am assuming you are new." She had a thick African accent. "Come on in, child." Seychelles walked into a room with tan to the deepest dark staring at her. "Class this our new student." She spoke broadly to the student. "Go on tell us about yourself."
The dark-haired girl cleared her throat. "Well.. I never exactly went out of my islands. I do not know much about the world but it is nice to meet you. I'm the country of Seychelles."
"Welcome to our class," someone in the back chimed.
"It's nice to meet you!"
"Let's get alone."
'Wow… This is my first time seeing so many different countries together at a time. And they all seem really nice too. I think I am going to like it here except that one person.'
"Would anyone like to introduce themselves to Seychelles really quick.?" the teacher asked the class.
"I will Mrs. Folami." A girl with chocolate skin and braids that were in a ponytail stood up. "My name is Kenya, English territory; My favorite food is nyama choma."
Seychelles's eye twitched. Hearing that word. She could have sworn that girl said English. Maybe she was just hearing things.
Next a boy with brown skin and completely bald stood up. "The name is Uganda, English territory. My name comes from the former Kingdom of Buganda."
'How interesting.'
After that one by one each country start introducing themselves along with one fact about them. It was all so surreal to Seychelles to know that she wasn't alone. The only thing that bothered her the most was that each one of the countries in the room was another country's territory, especially English. 'Did that guy took most of these countries as well as me?' Her face was starting to turn a faint red. 'Grandpa I would like to go back home.'
"Seychelles? Are you ok?" asked Mrs. Folami.
"Oh? Yes! I am completely fine." She shook her head smiling.
"Why don't you have a seat next to Cameroon?" A boy with glasses and a straight face raised his hand from the left side of the class.
Seychelles took her seat next to the boy. He was extremely built. His large body hovered over the desk intensely as he scribbled on the sheet of paper. This was gonna be quite an adventure for the island girl.
"Ok class. Before we wrap up here. Seychelles why don't you come up here to the board and draw for us your national emblem?" Mrs. Folami held up the piece of chalk to the board.
'Oh, crap. I wanted so desperately to not show everyone my national emblem. I would sure be the laughing-stock of the whole class. I really want to hide right now.' All eyes were on Seychelles as she got up to the front of the class. She took the piece of chalk and quickly drawing her emblem.
"Here it is." She crookedly smiled at the tuna and swordfishes.
Hungary's POV
Elizaveta opened the door to the school's music room. Roderich was sitting at the piano writing on some sheets of music. "How's it going?" she asked.
His head bobbed up. "Oh, Elizaveta?" He put his pencil without an eraser down. "I didn't expect you to be here. Don't you have swim practice?"
The Hungarian girl sat down in the chair near the door. "I wanted to…" 'Think. I don't need Austria thinking I'm strange.' "Stop by. We don't have swim practice today." 'Forgive me Australia.'
"Ok then. Well while you're here do you want me to play for you?"
'More than anything.'
"I need your ear Elizaveta." Austria began to play a soothing yet sorrow song. It was quite lovely. Anyone with ears would have said it. The uniform he wore very neat; he was one of the few who kept their uniform up every single day. If only Prussia would be influenced by this he would probably act so stupid all the time.
After the song came to an end Rodreich leaned over to the side rummaging through his school bag. "What do you think of it?"
Hungary thought for a moment. She wasnt an expeert when it came to music; just fairly decent. But she could tell that something in Austria's piece was missing something. "The last part of the song was somewhat… How should I put it…?...choppy."
"Ich sehe. I was trying to temporarily come up with something for the last part."
"Well, I'm sure that you'll come up with something." She shrugged looking up in the air. 'Something great.'
Rodreich pulled out a purple box from his bag. It had a yellow thin string that uniformed into a fragile bow. He took the chair next to her; setting the box on the round table in front of them. "I wanted cake today after a nice hour full of music. So last night I made this," he said sitting down next to her. He undid the bow on the bow with a single tug which sent the top standing straight up. There was a small chocolate cake along with two tiny forks. "Vant some?"
"Yes," she answered.
Austraia's cooking was super tasty she didn't expect anything less. The best dessert he had ever made was the malakoff torte, but this cake was just as delicious. The two silently ate the chocolate cake down to a small square.
"Elizaveth." Austria set down his fork down.
Hi, readers! Boi a whole year since I have come back to this story. Sooner or later I'm going to edit this chapter more and add more. I'm also going to update you guys on why I went bye bye all of a sudden. But should I tell you guys when I reedit this chapter or the next chapter when I do? Idk. You guys tell me!