A/N: I'm lazy. I'm sorry, I promised to upload a story every week. I recently lost a family member to death's clutches and I am missing her and someone else very much. Also I have been working, gotta get that money! Surprisingly, I wasn't going to upload, but when I looked at a review from a guest I got some motivation. Enough rambling! ON WITH THE STORY!

"For the love of Queen Elizabeth!" The brit growled to himself. He looked at the white board once more to see the first topic of the year. Usually he wouldn't mind, he loved history. Considering I was conquering most of it, he thought, smugly. But the topic was World War I and a side note was that the teacher would teach World War II after they are finished with the first one. Again, England would not have a problem with it, but some idiot put the allies and axis in the same history class.

He looked over at the other side of the room to see Germany, Italy, Japan, Hungary, and Austria. They had seen the topic also and thought that it would be best to sit away from France, Russia, America, China, and himself. Smart choice. He turned to the person in the desk beside him. There was one bright side to listening to this topic...

"Hey Francis, we get to see you be pathetic again." England sniggered at the Frenchman. France simply rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore his comment. "What has your French panties in a bunch?" Usually they would argue for hours over the world wars.

"How are you not tired, Arthur?" France groaned, rubbing his eyes. "That American snores like one of his high powered chainsaws that he adores." England sighs and nods, he had lived with America for so long that he had gotten used to it. Before he could answer a French student gained France's attention.

"Bloody frog, distracted by a girl." England mumbled to himself, angrily. Most of the countries have been getting along with their people, except for him. He had mentioned this to America, "Dude, its 'cuz you look like a teenager, but act like an old man!" He had said to England, infuriating him even more.

"Excuse me class, I would like to start." A red-headed lady said, bringing every student to attention. "My name is . Now, let us begin by saying our names and what country we are from, shall we?" She smiled and pointed to the first row.

"Ciao! My name is Feliciano Vargas, but call me Feli! I am from Italy!" Italy stood and said cheerfully.

Germany stood up slowly, "Hello, I am Ludwig Beilschmidt. I from Germany." He sat down quickly as Austria stood.

"Hello, I am Roderich Edelstein and from Austria." He fixed his glasses and sat back down.

"Hello! My name is Elizaveta Hedervary and I'm from Hungary." Hungary said and sat back down and looked at the next row.

"Herro, I am Kiku Honda. I come from Japan." Japan bowed slightly and sat back down. The rest of his row and three others in the row next to him introduced themselves. France stood, last in the third row.

"Bonjour, my name is Francis Bonnefoy. I come from France." He sat down as the first person in the next row stood.

"Hello, I am Berwald Oxenstierna. Sweden." He sat and England noticed that almost every student paled at the sight of Sweden's stern face. Well all except...

"Hello! My name is Tino Vainamoinen and I am from Finland." He said, cheerfully, unfazed by Sweden.

"Sup! Name is Alfred F. Jones! I am in my home country of America!" America said, a little too loudly and Enland shook his head before standing.

"Hello. My name is Arthur Kirkland and I am from England." He sat and noticed a two American girls staring at him from the second row. What's their bloody problem?

The next row stood and the class had the same reaction as before, when Sweden stood. "Hello, I am Ivan Braginski. I hail from Mother Russia. You all should go there, da?" He smiled, innocently, but every student became more scared and China made him sit down.

"Hello, my name is Yao Wang and I live in China." The other two students in the last row introduced themselves and Mrs. Tulla smiles and puts her hands together.

"Hello to all of you! That was wonderful! Now, If you would please retrieve your textbooks and turn to page 263..."

A/N: Pretty boring chapter, basically giving you a taste of names. Mrs. Tulla is not based off anyone and I came up with the name on the fly. If y'all are wondering about the American girls from the second row, (they aren't stalkers) it is a simple explanation... American girls LOVE British guys (NOT LYING!). Why? Maybe the accent? Or maybe the gorgeous-ness? Ahhhh tis a mystery. We Americans are fickle people. Poll is still open.

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