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"And for this project about legends from your designated country, you will each be paired up with someone from the other class." The history teacher dryly announced.

The class replied with a bunch of groans and moans and whats and how comes.

"That's not fair!" France pouted. "I wanted England to be my partner!"

"Piss off, you frog!" England scowled.

"That means I can't be with Russia!" Belarus looked like she was about to murder someone.

"Alright, alright. Calm down and suck it up." The teacher rolled her eyes. The other class walked into the room and stood at the back off the classroom. They didn't seem too happy about the whole partner thing either. "These will be the pairs: Lithuania and Poland, France and Seychelles, Russia and China, Greece and Japan, England and America, North Italy and Germany…" The list went on and but England had stopped paying attention.

He was with America.

He was with Alfred.

He was with a vampire.

"A ha ha!" The American idiot pulled up a chair and sat next to England. "Isn't this great Iggy?"

"I'd rather be with France…" England sighed. "Just don't annoy me on this project. And I won't be doing your work for you."

"We'll see about that!" he laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The Brit scowled. "I'll have you know that I want to complete the project A.S.A.P!"

"You must be eager to spend time with me. I mean, who isn't? And I would really like to know you better, dude."

"Yep…I'd definitely rather be with France…" England should swear he heard a familiar French laugh in the background. Now he would rather be with Russia... "So how's this gonna work? Should we go to the library after school?"

"Oh…about that…can we go tomorrow?"

"Why, what's wrong with today?"

"Nothing."

"So why can't you go with me today?"

"It's Be Annoying To Your Brother Day."

"But I thought you wanted to know me better." England couldn't believe half of the stuff that was coming out of his mouth or America's.

"Did I say that?" America laughed awkwardly. "Well, I'll go with you today!"

"Great…"

"See you later, Iggy!" America waved as he left the classroom with the rest of his classmates.

"Don't call me that!"

Xxx

Today wasn't a good day for Austria.

First, he spilt his tea on himself at breakfast.

But not just on himself…he spilt it on his brand new composition, which took 4 months to write. He also spilt most of the substance into the piano…which tuned it to a brand new scale. Then, he dropped his favourite teacup from shock.

Then, he stepped in saliva on his way to school and got hit on the head by his girlfriend's frying pan because he was late.

"Get Elizabeta a cooking utensil, they said. She'll love it, they said. No harm done, they said." Austria internally cursed himself for listening to Italy's advice.

After that, Prussia tripped him up; causing his glasses to fall off of his face. And with that, someone stood on them accidentally. At least he had a spare.

And now, he had to go to Resistant Materials. He loathed that horrible subject. There was too much metal and wood and sawdust and sandpaper and drills and super glue and how he hated it all.

Today was not a good day to get on Austria's bad side.

Too bad Switzerland didn't know that.

"You're in my seat…again. Get out." The Poland wannabe sighed.

"How am I in your seat? Enlighten me." Austria said sarcastically. "Besides, this is a stool…"

"It's my stool! Get out!"

"It doesn't have your name on it!"

"Actually, it does!" Switzerland pointed to the leg of the stool and showed the aristocrat his name, Basch Zwingli, engraved into the metal.

"So? Queen Elizabeth the second has her name on every single piece of money in Britain but she doesn't have it in the palm of her hand, or in this case, she's not putting her fat ass on it!"

"You calling my ass fat?!"

"I sure am, twerk team captain!"

"This seat is like my territory. Get the fuck out!"

"No! So suck it up your fucking fat ass!"

"SWITZERLAND, AUSTRIA! YOU DARE USE THAT LANGUAGE IN THE CLASSROOM?" The teacher was fuming. "DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL FOR TWO HOURS!"

Austria kissed his teeth and accidentally knocked over Switzerland's precious chair while finding another one.

Xxx

Hungary's lesson was Art. She felt like she could pour her soul into it, just like cooking and self-defence.

Unfortunately for her, she had to sit next to Romania; she was late because she had to beat up Prussia. The only seat left was next to the horrible strawberry-blonde.

The bell rang and she sighed. She didn't want to leave…but then again, she wanted to get away from the crazy vampire.

"Hungary, Romania: It's your turn to clean up the paints." The teacher told the two students. Every lesson, two people would have to clean up all of the paints.

"So…" Hungary tried to start a conversation. "What are you painting?" She looked at the painting and it took her by surprise. It was a man sitting by a grave on a hill by the sea. He had laid down a punch of pink hydrangeas, much like the ones in Hungary's hair. "What's it meant to represent?" She asked shyly.

"It's about loving someone that won't last. And the man, he's- wait, why am I telling you and why do you care?" Romania stated lazily. Hungary just stood there in a daze. Her picture was of wild horses running in a field because she liked horses. But Romania's picture had so much more meaning.

"Earth to Hungary, clean up the paints." Romania placed his fingertip in some black paint and dabbed it onto Hungary's nose. He then drew cat whiskers. "If you're thinking about how hot I look, stop. I might get you pregnant from my sexiness.

"What?!" Hungary blushed. "What is wrong with you?!" She drew her trusty frying pan and was ready to strike.

"Wow, that's a rusty pan!" Romania snatched it from her. "Have you ever thought about painting it?"

"Why on earth would I paint a frying pan?"

"Why not? Do you cook with it?"

"No! Why would I do that?!"

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because you're meant to cook with it." Romania rolled his eyes. "Maybe you could paint flowers on the side." He willingly grabbed a paintbrush and painted flowers and swirls around the sides and along the handle.

It actually turned out better than Hungary expected it to.

She loved it.

"It's….it's…" Hungary stared at the pan. "…beautiful! Thank you!" She subconsciously hugged the vampire.

"What are you thanking me for, the pan or your face?"

"Huh?" Hungary rushed to find a mirror. She scowled. "ROMANIA, YOU ASSHOLE! I'LL KILL YOU!" She flung some blue paint onto his face.

"I'd like to see you try!" he threw purple paint back.

"Bring it!"

Xxx

Norway had to suffer.

First of all, he was in PE…and he had to work with people from the other class.

And a familiar Dane just had to be in that class.

What was even worse was that they had to share a changing room with them…and showers…

"Kill. Me. Now." Norway repeated in his head.

"Alright, let's get into fours for the relay race!" The PE teachers cheered.

NO! Now Denmark was going to want to be with him! He had to find another group and fast!

"Estonia, Spain and Romano: Can I be in your group?"

"Sure. We need one more person anyway." Spain smiled.

"What position do you want?" Estonia asked.

"I don't care, as long as I don't have to be near Denmark."

"Why? Are you two fighting or something? Be a man and get over it!" Romano sort of suggested.

"It's a bit more complicated than that. Besides, we're not fighting." Norway responded with his pride.

"Well then. Estonia's first, Norway's second, I'll be third and my Lovi will be last." Spain decided to focus back on the sport at hand.

"Why do I have to be last?! AND DON'T CALL ME LOVI! And I'm not your possession! You tomato jerk! " Romano yelled.

"Oh, you'll see!" Spain winked.

"Ti strappo le budella fuori e dar loro da mangiare ai polli!" Romano shouted in Italian. (Translation: I will rip your guts out and feed them to chickens – that's what I wrote into google translator anyway...)

Estonia got a good start, he was 3rd.

Then with Norway's brilliant (note the sarcasm) running skills, the team was now 5th out of 6th…

"Don't worry, Norway. My Lovi will win this for sure!" Spain reassured him as he took the baton from the Norwegian boy.

"Spain, hurry up, you donkey!" Romano yelled.

"Hey Romano…" As soon as Spain got close enough he whispered, "…I wanna make you scream so hard. When you come to my place after school, I'll make you do things you'll never forget."

And with that, Romano grabbed the baton and ran for his life. He was first place obviously.

"Time to get changed!" the teachers announced.

"Why does the majority of the school have male students?" Norway grimaced. He would wait for the rest of the class to leave so he could get changed. He didn't want any perverts to look at him! When everyone had left, he reached for his clothes. But before they were in his grasp, a larger hand had grabbed them for him.

"Here you go." Denmark handed him his clothes.

"Thanks." Norway replied almost like a zombie. He looked at his friend…or is he his enemy? Anyway, he looked at Denmark's smirking face. Then he looked down and accidentally studied Denmark's well-toned body.

"Like what you see?" Denmark winked with his signature grin.

"Of course not!" Norway's cheeks were a gentle raspberry pink colour. "Of course I do!"

"So are you going to get changed or what?" Denmark asked. "I thought I'd waited for you so we could get lunch. You know, since it is lunch time."

"As much as I would like to dine with you, I'm afraid I can't." Norway rolled his eyes. "I'm meeting with friends." He turned around away from Denmark and began to get changed.

"But I thought we were friends!"

"We're acquaintances." Norway shrugged. He can get changed in less than 2 minutes normally and less than 45 seconds when rushed. And now was the time to rush. Anyway more time spent with this crazy vampire would be the end of him. He walked out of the changing room to leave a very confused and shirtless Denmark behind.

Xxx

"I'm bored!" America managed to say after eating his fifth hamburger.

"Should we do something after school?" Romania suggested. "Like maybe drink some blood?"

"I can't…" Switzerland sighed.

"Me neither." America said before he burped.

"Why not?" Denmark asked as he sat down with his other friends.

"I got a detention because of that stupid aristocrat, Austria."

"I have to do a project with Iggy and we have to meet in the library after school."

"Iggy? Is he your new boyfriend?" Romania teased.

"I mean England!" America quickly changed his friend's name.

"Aw, America and England, sitting in a tree! K-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Denmark sang.

"Why'd you get a detention?" America ignored his blush and changed the subject.

"Austria sat in my seat, again. We started fighting about it and then we started cursing each other and the teacher heard so we got a detention for TWO HOURS!" Switzerland banged his head on the table.

"I can see the situation now. You two are in the room and you both try to get out for one reason or another but the door is locked." Romania smirked.

"Yeah! Then you two start talking about things but it turns into a fight and because of the tension you kiss and it will be long, wet and passionate." Denmark added.

"Oh my gosh! Then Austria pins you down and then he-"SHUT UP!" An embarrassed Switzerland yelled. "That won't happen!"

"It will!" Romania cackled.

"And you'll love it!" Denmark grinned.

"And there's nothing you can do about it!" America laughed annoyingly.