This is just a random thing I thought up one day, inspired by the abridged series. Bakura is going to banish all those myths people have about being British. He'll also shed the light on what we're really like. Yerse. And I'm British, so you can trust me :)

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. -Sigh-

Myth 1: We all come from London.

The teacher stood before her students, all their beady eyes on her, waiting for the news. Apparently, there was a new student coming into school today. Even better, he was an exchange student.

"Class, I'd like you to meet Ryo Bakura. He's came all the way from England to study here, so let's give him a warm welcome!"

She began clapping as a silver haired youth entered to find an array of shock faces and only the teacher applauding him. A few whispers broke the silence.

"England? I thought he'd be from France or something."

"Ooh, look he's so smexy!"

"Pah! Go back to England!"

"Oh dear," Bakura said, rubbing the back of his next and laughing nervously. "I seem to have created mixed reactions."

The teacher let out her horse laugh and beckoned him forwards.

"So tell us, Bakura. Where in England are you from?"

"London, Miss," replied the youth politely.

"Oh wonderful," replied the teacher. "Do the rest of your family live there too?"

"Yes, miss. To my knowledge."

"Oh lovely. Is there a lot of people in London?"

"Yes miss. I would say all of England live in London!" he laughed nervously again. "It's so populated."

Chuckling, the teacher told Bakura to take a seat. Straight away, a girl at the back pushed her friend out of her seat next to her and patted the empty chair for him to sit down. He obediently took a seat next to the girl who was gazing at him, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Hello," he said politely, making her squeal and turn red. Bakura smiled and faced forwards, ready to learn. This school seemed jolly good!

At lunch, Bakura stood in the canteen, holding his little lunchbox, looking confused and lonely. A small guy with ridiculous hair shaped like a starfish walked over.

"Hey, I'm Yugi," he said happily. "Would you like to join me and my friends for lunch?"

"That sounds like a smashing idea," said Bakura gratefully. "It's ever so hard to find new friends when you're new."

"Tell me about it," laughed Yugi leading Bakura to his friends.

"Hey guys. This is Bakura. Bakura, this is Téa, Tristan and Joey."

"Hello all," said Bakura politely, taking a seat. "I hope we'll be good friends!"

They all exchanged glances as Yugi sat beside him.

"So, you're from London, huh?" asked Joey. Bakura nodded. "The last exchange student we had was from London too."

"And the one before that," added Tristan.

"And the one before that," said Téa.

"And the seventeen before that," smiled Yugi. Bakura glanced around, hoping to see some of these people.

"So, where are they then?" he asked.

"Oh, they all left," chuckled Yugi. Bakura frowned, but quickly replaced it with a smile.

"That's a shame," he said cheerily. "In England, had a friend from Leeds once, we used to talk through the internet."

"Leeds?" asked Joey, confused. "I've never heard of it. Are you sure it exists?"

"Oh, never mind then," said Bakura quickly changing the subject. "I say, would you like to come to my house tonight? My mother and father hoped I would meet some new friends."

"Sure," said Yugi. "Meet outside at the end of school, okay guys?"

They all nodded and Bakura smiled, taking a drink from his little lunchbox.

"I'm not quiet used to these American milk cartons," he said, struggling with it. "Bottles are so much-"

Suddenly, the carton split open and soaked Bakura and his friends in milk. They looked shocked, Yugi attempted to wring his hair dry. The silver haired boy looked guiltily at his friends, then at his milk stained shirt.

"Oh…ba…er…Oh buggar!" he cried, in a strong British accent.

A/N: More myths to come in the next chapter! :3