Hi! This is just an idea that popped into my mind recently. I know they're a lot of these country-goes-to-Ouran fics but I personally love reading them. So, I decided to create another one of these fics for Feliks. Obviously, I don't mean to steal ideas from other people, so I'll try my best to keep this original!

In way of pairings, you could see this as a PoLiet friendship or romance – it could be seen as either. There will also be cannon Tamaki/Haruhi and one-sided LitBel.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or OHSHC, I'm sorry to say.

I'm, Like, a High School Student Now!

Chapter One – Like, Why?

Poland looked up at the graceful, pearl-pink structure before him, then down at himself and the uniform he wore. Today, he had on the canary yellow female garb, but he planned to alternate between this and the male variant of blue blazer and black trousers on days when the mood struck him.

The blonde eyed his new surroundings curiously. (Was it even the right season for cherry blossoms to bloom?) The other students looked so calm in their environment.

It was then that Poland was struck with a sudden, slightly surprising notion: he could actually do this! He'd show Liet that he was the still the super-strong nation he had always been; he'd make it through high school, if it was the last thing he did!

…A Month or so Ago…

Poland gave a nonchalant yawn. What time was it already? Past lunch, no doubt. The blonde could already feel his stomach start to rumble.

Unlike his best friend, Lithuania, he wasn't going to act interested in something he clearly wasn't and likely never would be. And what was that something? Politics. From what Poland could gather, someone owed someone money, someone else said something offensive and the resulting fist fight was loud and, most importantly, time-consuming.

Ugh! World meetings could be such a bore.

And where was America, their supposed host nation, when they needed him to restore order? Well, he'd skipped out ages ago in favour of a Big Mac and an extra large Coke.

"Hey, Liiiiiet?" The green-eyed nation turned to face his afore-mentioned best friend.

"Hm? Is everything okay, P-" Poland slumped suddenly against his shoulder.

"Your reaction is, like, priceless!" He laughed, his boredom having been relieved, if only for a second. Lithuania only sighed.

"It's only one 'o' clock. We'll break for lunch fairly soon." The other man smiled reassuringly.

"We were, like, totally supposed to break half an hour ago!"

It was then that they heard the long-overdue sound of Russia's horror-filled gasp, followed by a string of fearful pleas and mingled in with the general mayhem their meetings always embodied. Poland could swear he heard wedding bells chiming with an air of finality somewhere in the background. It was also then that Lithuania swatted Poland from his shoulder.

"I promise to take you shopping later, if you move your head away right now." The brown-haired man offered, knowing full well the inevitable reaction.

"Deal."

In case you hadn't already guessed, Belarus was now present in the room. And when Belarus was in the room, Liet began to act weirdly, to say the least. (Apparently she had held his hand once, or something? Nothing wrong with that, apart from the fact she broke all of his fingers in the action. Well, whatever you're in to…) So, Poland was guessing, just at that moment, his best friend was attempting to appear 'cool' and 'masculine' to the female nation, and having the head of another male – one with a tendency to cross-dress, no less – on his shoulder, was just cramping his style.

The blonde couldn't help feeling just that little bit hurt.

However, watching Liet make puppy-dog eyes at the back of Belarus's head could prove to be quite entertaining.

Sensing eyes upon her back, the woman in question stiffened, momentarily looking away from her beloved brother and turning to face the person whose gaze she must have felt. She proceeded to cross the room towards them in double-quick time…

The following scene was not pretty.

"Hey, Liet?"

"Yes, Poland?"

"I sooo could have taken her on!"

"I'm sure you could have, Poland."

Lithuania would never learn. Belarus would never have feelings for anyone outside her own family unless, of course, those feelings were less than positive...or so Poland figured, at least. A prime example of this would be when she had discovered that panda suit in Russia's wardrobe, and China had ended up having to sleep at South Korea's place for three months. You didn't mess with a nation in love.

…Well, unless you were Poland. Then, it was perfectly fine.

"I'm, like, one of the strongest countries here. I mean, have you seen my history?" The blonde was never one to brag, but anyone who hurt his best friend was no friend of his.

"Yes. We were kinda married once, after all."*

Lithuania had kept his promise – they were now walking through one of America's shopping malls, Poland pressing his nose up against the glass of different window displays every now and then. The meeting they had previously been in had broken off abruptly after an ambulance almost had to be called. One problem with holding world meetings at America's house: expensive health care.

The customer service in his shops, though? Well, that was pretty amazing.

"Liet, if you were, like, a normal human being, then that crazy woman would have totally killed you just now!" His words had less effect when followed by, "You think those shoes would look good on me? Cherry is totally my colour, right?"

"I've known Belarus for years now. She's just shy! She's scared of taking chances, so she lashes out at people. I've always been there for her, though." Then, more of a mumble, "Oh, she's so cute!" After seeing Poland's eyes on him, he added, "The shoes would look fabulous."

"Hmmm…I think you're right. They'd make my legs look super long and-" He stopped himself mid-sentence. "Look, Liet. I, like, don't care how long you've known her – if Belarus tries to break any more of your bones I'll, like, totally take her down!"

"I'm sure you will, Poland." He sounded almost…uninterested. That was odd.

…Oh, crap! He really liked her, didn't he?

"You still doubt my wicked skillz? That's so not cool!" The blonde turned his attention away from the heels he had just fallen in love with. "You know me way better than that yandere Russia-fangirl. I am the almighty Poland and she's-"

"Eh, I'm sorry O' Almighty One."

"I'm so not joking here!" How could he get his point across? "Come oooooon, Liet. You know me, right? I'm totally never gonna let anyone else but me boss you about." Lithuania gave him a questioning look. "Fine. I'm totally never gonna let anyone else boss you about again, 'kay?" So much for trying to lighten the mood – Liet now looked more depressed than ever. He tried again, "I've grown up, like, a lot lately, you know? Now, nothing's gonna have me beat, no matter if it's, like, another stupid war, or…or a year in high school!" He threw up his arms in frustration. Lithuania just didn't seem to get the point here: Poland would be there for him now, long after the scars Belarus would no doubt inflict had faded away.

However, that wasn't the message Liet had understood.

"You, in high school?" He was laughing. That, at least, was a start. "Now that, I've got to see."

"What? You don't think I could, like, do it?" The smaller nation pouted cutely.

"Sorry, you're just far too shy around new people!" Liet was still laughing. This was way better than before's gloomy atmosphere. "And I really can't imagine you doing homework or anything – your Boss finds it hard enough to get you to file even basic reports!"

Now Poland had an idea. An idea which would, in time, bring Poland and Lithuania closer together once more. Only, the blonde nation didn't quite know that yet.

"Fine then. I'll, like, prove you so wrong!"

"Eh…what? You'll file your reports on time?"

"No. I'll enrol in high school. Nothing's gonna defeat me and I'll totally prove it."

Lithuania appeared to be left speechless. Truly, his closest friend never ceased to amaze him.

Poland gave a triumphant smirk, before turning on his heels and jogging off in the other direction. He didn't even stop to buy the shoes.

Back at the hotel room he had been staying at for the meeting period, Poland was conducting a thorough internet search for the world's most expensive high schools. Well, if he was going through with this, then he might as well do it with style.

Only five minutes into his search, and he was taking out his mobile, dialling a number he hadn't called enough times to have memorised, and reclining back in his chair.

"Ah, konnichiwa, Poland-san." The familiar Japanese voice answered calmly. "I'm only staying a little way up the hall, so if you need to see me about anything-"

"Nah. It's, like, not that private." The Polish man answered, kicking his feet up to rest on the hotel room's dresser. "More like, I've got a totally unexpected question to ask you."

"Yes, of course. I'd be happy to answer your question, Poland-san."

"I'm gonna be moving to Japan for a year." He said it so simply, as if this were the most natural comment in the world.

"U-um, excuse me, Poland-san, but is that really possible…?" Japan didn't sound flustered as such, but it was obvious that this came as a shock.

"No worries. I've, like, already cleared it with my boss," Poland's Boss knew all too well that his nation was impulsive, and so actually doubted he would go through with the idea, "And Lithuania's Boss – he's coming too, by the way." Liet didn't quite know this yet, but he was going to be joining him. Liet's Boss, though, had been a little harder to convince, but preserving national alliances was of the utmost priority; all Poland had to do was say he'd stop trade with Lithuania – highly unlikely – and the Prime minister was putty in his hands.

"Ah, I am very sorry to question you, Poland-san, but…why, exactly, are you planning on staying in Japan?"

"Simple. You're gonna hook us up with a totally rad apartment near Ouran Academy, that well pricey school at your place and I'm, like, gonna be a new student there next term."

…

"Hey, Japan? You still there, Broski?"

And that was how Poland and Lithuania had ended up in Japan. And also how the latter nation ended up, paintbrush in hand, in an all too nostalgic situation. Never would he confide in his friend about his crushes again. Never.

"Hey, Liet? You, like, missed a spot."

"I've got it."

Their new apartment was nice enough. Not insanely glamorous, but Poland was at the school on a scholarship, after all. Getting him that scholarship was a simple matter of faking past academic records under Poland's human name of Feliks Lukasiewicz. And, considering Ouran Academy was willing to take him in on his history 'grades' alone – a subject which any nation new date-for-date, word-for-word – 'Feliks' would be fine.

But back to the apartment. It was blandly coloured, but Liet was quickly fixing that. Then again, the whole apartment block was a new-build, so what could you expect? In any case, in was a modern affair, with good quality wooden flooring and a fairly spacious interior. They both got their own room, plus a kitchen, bathroom and general living area to share.

They would have to pay Japan a visit and thank him big time for this.

"Hey, Liet?"

"Yes, yes, I'll go back over that wall in a minute, for the second coat."

"No, not that." Contrary to what you may be thinking, Poland was helping out with fixing up their new home – he had been bringing in new paint and pouring it into the rolling pot since they had begun working. "I just wanted to ask if we were, like, gonna call each other by our, like, human names now?" To help prevent suspicion arising in the minds of both Ouran's well-connected students and their new, prying neighbours, Lithuania had also adopted a new name. Toris Laurinaitis. Poland had caringly stated that the surname sounded more like an illness than a family, but the other country had taken no notice, nor offence.

"Oh, yes, that might be a smart idea." Lithuania smiled at Poland over his shoulder. "It's nice to meet you, Feliks Lukasiewicz. Or would that be Lukasiewicz Feliks? Japan is so confusing at times, and it's only our first day."

"Meh. Like, whatev's. It's awesome to meet you, too, Toris Laurinaitis."

…Back to the Present Day…

Earlier that morning, Lit-Toris had been fussing more than usual. Was Pol-Felix really going through with this? He didn't have to. Really. But the impulsive country's mind was set. Toris should call him at lunch, to see if he was still alright but, other than that, Felix was determined to prove his coolness in front of his best friend once more.

And so it was that Poland become a high school student for the first time, at the youthful age of past one-thousand years.

Thanks so much for reading!

Like I say, there are so many great country-goes-to-Ouran fics out there, but I've attempted to write one nonetheless. I'd love to hear your comments. Whenever I write a story, I never seem able to pace myself well and everything ends up sounding rushed. So, how did you find the pacing?

*I kinda think of any of the countries which were once joined together (Poland-Lithuania, Austria-Hungary, etc.) as having been married, though not necessarily in a romantic way.

Oh, also, I hope it didn't sound like I was bashing Belarus or anything here as the Hetalia ladies are awesome and undeserving of any hate; I just think Belarus sees Liet's affections as more annoyance than anything, so I chose to write it that way.

Thank you again!

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